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Daeho moans, his hair falling loosely over his face while his hand pumps vigorously at his leaking cock. He wasn't exactly planning to masturbate, but after the day he’s had, he needed to blow off some steam before Jungbae gets home. With the house around him quiet, the only noises that can be heard are the whimpers and gasps falling from his lips as he thrusts eagerly into his hand.
This is exactly what he needed, the slowly building heat pooling inside him, distracting him from his thoughts as everything else fades away around him. The sweat from his forehead clings to strands of his hair, his eyes remaining lightly shut, focusing solely on the pleasure from his hand. He almost wishes Jungbae were here to help him, but he already treats Daeho like a kid, he doesn’t need to see him acting like a horny teenager. Those days have long since passed, and yet, here he is— fucking his hand like he’s going to die if he doesn’t get sweet, sweet release soon.
Daeho’s hand is slick with his pre-cum, his cock leaking enough to where his hand is able to glide across his erection with ease. He desperately wishes Jungbae were here to just take him from behind and tell him exactly how to stroke himself while he teases him. Daeho moans, the images his mind is conjuring him threatening to send him over the edge if he isn’t careful.
Especially when Daeho thinks about calling him daddy. It’s almost slipped out on multiple occasions, but he’s always managed to play it off somehow. The last thing he wants is to make him uncomfortable. That being said, Daeho may let it slip out here and there while he isn’t around.
“A- Appa, aah,” Daeho mumbles out between pants, the forbidden word feeling oh so right as it leaves his lips. Even just speaking it out into the empty room sends a shiver down Daeho’s spine. His shirt is clinging against his skin at this point, the room feeling much too warm for comfort. But with how good Daeho feels right now, it doesn’t even phase him.
“Need— Need you so bad, Appa… please,” Daeho moans, his head falling back in bliss. He can feel the peak of his pleasure start to come eerily close, his hand hastily trying to bring him over the edge. Small noises can be heard throughout the house, though they fall upon deaf ears as he’s far too preoccupied to notice. Even amidst the footsteps growing closer, step by step, his attention remains fixed on the buzzing throughout his body, moaning pathetically into the air.
And just as the door cracks open, the words are already spilling out from between Daeho’s lips.
“‘Gonna- I’m gonna cum, Appa, please— aaah,” Daeho admits, though when his eyes flicker up at the movement of the door opening, he really does admit it. Not just to himself, but to Jungbae. The same Jungbae whose gaze is currently transfixed on him, as if he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. The sight of Daeho, who looks like a delicious mess, about ready to fall apart at the seams for him, just as he walks in.
Daeho’s face was already warm from his little “workout”, but now he feels impossibly hot. As they stare at each other, mouths agape, Daeho is the first one to break the silence. As he hopelessly tries to cover himself with the pillow behind him, he stammers out, “H-Hyungnim, you’re home e-early today!” He cowers away from Jungbae’s watchful eyes, feeling his shame starting to envelop him entirely. He knows that Jungbae knows he masturbates, but that doesn’t mean he wants him to see it with his own eyes! Especially not when Daeho is acting out his degenerate fantasies.
“Yeah, I closed up a bit early today ‘cause it was kinda slow, so I figured I'd surprise you… Seems like it worked even better than I thought,” Jungbae explains, a smile creeping up on his face. Daeho feels like he could die of embarrassment, wishing— no, hoping, that he will just fade from existence right this second. The only thing that could make this better, is that Jungbae’s ears are worse than he says they are.
“... Hyungnim, how much did you hear?” Daeho mumbles, still refusing to look directly at him, deciding that the floor is much more interesting. Jungbae chuckles, his own arousal starting to get increasingly invested in the conversation.
“Just enough. Want to tell me again just to make sure I heard you right?” Jungbae says, poking fun at him. Daeho buries his head into the pillow hiding his half-hard member, hoping that if he stops acknowledging Jungbae he’ll disappear.
“....no…” Daeho says, though his voice is hardly audible, muffled by the pillow covering his mouth. Jungbae fully enters the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The noise makes Daeho slightly jump, but his face remains firmly tucked into the pillow on his lap.
Jungbae steps forward until he’s only a foot away from where Daeho is sitting on the bed, taking much more enjoyment out of Daeho’s embarrassment than he would ever admit. Daeho’s hair isn’t being held back by his hair tie, allowing it to fall loosely around him, spilling onto the pillow. Jungbae loves when Daeho lets his hair down.
“Daeho, look at me,” Jungbae demands, not letting the younger man hide from him forever. Daeho groans into the pillow, that’s the last thing he wants to do. But he simply can’t say no to Jungbae, so he slowly lifts his head up from his last bastion of safety, lifting his gaze slowly up from Jungbae’s legs until he’s looking him in the eyes.
Daeho can feel his cock twitch, as the way Jungbae is looking at him was not the look he was expecting. He’s looking at him the same way he does a fresh plate of pajeon— hungry.
“Good, now remind me again what it is you were saying when I opened that door— be honest.” Jungbae orders, though it comes out as casually as him asking Daeho what they should get for dinner. Daeho gulps, as he very much does not want to remind him of what he said. He doesn’t know if it’s because of Jungbae’s Marine background, but denying an order from him feels a hundred-times worse than just spitting out the truth.
“Umm, I don’t really remember, Hyungnim… I was just kind of saying whatever was on my mind…” Daeho chokes out, each word getting caught in his throat on the way out. Jungbae raises a brow, skeptical of the words coming out of his mouth.
Jungbae slowly squats down to Daeho’s level with mild difficulty— his knees aren’t quite what they used to be. Once at eye level with him he asks, “Is that the truth, Daeho?”
Daeho can feel the warmth in his face burn at the tips of his ears as he stammers out various filler words. Though when Jungbae places his hand on Daeho’s thigh, he finally squeaks out the truth.
“I-I mean… I may have called you a different name in the heat of the moment— but it doesn’t mean anything, Hyungnim— I promise!” Daeho looks back down, too scared to see Jungbae’s face contort into what he’s sure is disgust.
“Oh yeah? And what did you call me?” Jungbae asks, continuing this interrogation until he gets every detail out of Daeho’s mouth. Daeho briefly looks up at him, his face stern enough to make him have to bite back a whimper.
“A-Appa…” Daeho finally reveals, eyes glued onto the pillow clutched tightly between his fingers. Jungbae’s brows raise for a moment, processing this information once more now that he’s heard it from him directly. Though his lips upturn more and more the longer it settles on him.
Jungbae does feel partially conflicted, as he has an actual daughter who refers to him by the same name. But something about the way Daeho says it, admits it to him as his dirty little secret… Jungbae can find it in himself to compartmentalize the two meanings behind it.
Jungbae stands back up, stabilizing himself on Daeho as he does so, before running his hand through his dark locks. Daeho looks up at him, despite how much he’s preparing himself for rejection— or worse. And yet, he doesn’t see anything close to that when he finally looks back up at him, only being met with a smug look plastered on his face.
Jungbae breaks the silence, “Appa, huh… What’s that about?” Daeho releases the breath in his lungs that he didn’t even realize he was holding, drawing in a quick inhale as he tries to respond.
“N-Not really sure… just kind of something I’ve been trying out lately, I guess— we don't have to talk about it though, Hyungnim! We can just both forget about it, okay?” Daeho explains shakily, trying his best to rectify the situation.
“Forget about it? Why would I do that, when you look so goddamn cute saying it? Just wish you would’ve just told me sooner…” Jungbae comments, trying to phrase his thoughts in a way that won’t totally scare Daeho off.
“Really, Hyungnim..? I mean— please don't feel pressured to go along with it, I promise—” Daeho starts, but Jungbae cuts him off before he can continue trying to dismiss it.
“Baby, quit it with all the mumbling, I already said it was fine, didn’t I?” Jungbae questions him, his face serious again. Daeho swallows, nodding his head sheepishly.
“In fact, how about picking it up where you left off? Don’t let me stop you… I’ll gladly enjoy the show,” Jungbae asks, though Daeho knows him well enough to know it’s not really a question, but an order.
“Hyungnim… are you really going to make me do this?” Daeho whines, despite already knowing the answer.
Jungbae doesn’t bother responding, instead shooting him a look that conveys, ‘Do I look like I’m kidding?’ Daeho huffs, watching intently as Jungbae gets comfortable at the head of the bed, looking back at him with a grin. Daeho sits there for a moment, chewing at his lips until he finally gets himself to reposition. Scooting on to the end of the bed, Daeho sits on his legs, slowly spreading them open, though the pillow still remains in place to cover his last bit of dignity.
“Unless you’re going to hump the pillow, toss it. It’s blocking my view. And take your clothes off while you’re at it,” Jungbae demands, his voice making Daeho freeze in place. Daeho looks at him, pouting, though Jungbae doesn’t give in.
“C’mon, baby, we don’t have all evening— are you even still hard?” Jungbae asks, though his question is soon answered as Daeho reluctantly removes the pillow from his crotch, tossing it onto the floor— his clothes coming off shortly after.
“Shit, you’re still keeping it up? I miss those days…” Jungbae comments, mumbling the last part to himself.
Daeho quickly refutes his comment, “N-Not the whole time, Hyungnim! It was going away until you started teasing me about all this…”
Jungbae chuckles, “Well either way, show me what I was missing out on.” Daeho nods, clumsily bringing his hand down to his erection, jumping slightly at the contact. He lets out a small whine as he starts fully revitalizing it. Jungbae watches diligently, his hands snaking down to his own arousal, not able to hold himself back anymore.
“No wonder your name is, ‘Big Tiger’— Guess I'm lucky that you respect me enough to let me put it in instead,” Jungbae teases, though Daeho doesn’t find it nearly as amusing.
“Hyungnim— Don’t say things like that!” Daeho scolds him, trying his best to comply with Jungbae’s demands.
“Ah-ah-ah— You know what to call me,” Jungbae says sternly, making Daeho shiver in response.
“Do I have to…?” Daeho asks with his best puppy-dog eyes, hoping that Jungbae will take pity on him and end this humiliation ritual.
“Don’t act like you don't want to, baby, I heard you say it yourself… Be a good boy for Appa, okay?” Jungbae insists, testing the waters himself.
Daeho continues stroking himself, trying to work up the courage to say it in front of him while various moans and gasps come from his lips. Daeho briefly looks back at him, Jungbae’s content face giving him just enough motivation to get it over with.
“Appa, hnngh— It feels so good…” Daeho whines, his eyes locked onto Jungbae’s searching for his reaction. Jungbae simply grunts, biting his lip as he takes in the sight before him. Holy shit, that was even hotter than he thought it would be.
“Good boy, Daeho—” he grunts, “See? Not so bad, right…?” Jungbae says, starting to lightly pant as he fumbles his cock out of his pants. Daeho lets out a loud moan, nodding his head in return, the older man's words encouraging him.
Daeho rocks his hips into his hand, the feeling of being watched by Jungbae in front of him is sending him to the edge much faster than on his lonesome. His cock is dripping like a leaky faucet, slutty translucent strings dripping down from it just to better lube up his cock. He tries his best to keep his eyes trained on Jungbae, but each jolt of his hips makes his eyes threaten to flutter closed. Daeho finally starts to slip into a sense of comfortability, the words slipping out from his lips before he can think to stop it.
“Mmm, w-want you so bad, Appa— feels so good when you look at me like that…” Daeho slurs, his hips eagerly meeting his hand with every thrust. Jungbae sighs, as it’s taking everything in him to not bend Daeho over the side of the bed and just have his way with him. Especially when he calls him by that name— it's horribly irresistible. Fortunately for him though— he’s a goddamn Marine! It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than this to break his self-control.
“A-Appa, I need something inside me s-so bad— m’gonna finger myself… that okay?” Daeho asks hesitantly, patiently waiting for Jungbae’s approval. Well shit… that might just do it for him.
Despite his better judgment, he obliges, “Be my guest.”
Daeho nods vigorously, wasting no time slicking up his fingers with all the extra fluid collecting at the tip of his cock. Reaching around behind him, Daeho gently works in a finger, slowly pushing it in deeper and deeper until his hole swallows it completely. Daeho moans, his hole clenching and unclenching around himself, his other hand never stopping its work on his needy cock. Jungbae groans at the sight, beating his meat like it owes him money.
“Feel good?” Jungbae asks, with about as much restraint in his voice as he can muster.
Daeho nods his head again in affirmation, adding, “Feels really good— wish it was your fingers though, Appa,” a small smile faint on his lips. He pushes in another finger, trying his best to scissor himself open while a string of whines fall from his lips.
Before meeting Daeho, Jungbae never once looked at a man in this way, let alone spent time wondering how a man could be so much sexier than a woman. But ever since he’s known Daeho, he’s managed to change his beliefs on most things— opening up a whole new world that he didn't even know existed. And he’s all the more thankful for it, as he can’t imagine what it’s like not being able to come home to something like this every once in a while.
“Don’t tempt me too much— I have half a mind to go over there and grant it,” Jungbae warns, his voice laced with his arousal. Daeho smiles and bites the inside of his mouth, trying his best to keep his eyes on Jungbae as he fucks himself on his fingers.
“S-sorry, Appa— don’t mean to be a tease,” Daeho giggles, batting his lashes at him. “Yeah right,” Jungbae grumbles to himself, though is much too preoccupied to call him out on it any further.
Daeho finally starts to feel the pleasure in his body compress inside of him like a spring, his orgasm getting closer and closer as he feels himself tighten up. His mouth slowly falls open, pleas spilling of his mouth in rapid succession of one another.
“Ap- Appa, aaah— please let me, r-really really close, wanna cum so bad—” Daeho stammers, hoping desperately that Jungbae understands the broken words coming out of his mouth. Jungbae grins at him, his own release steadily building up inside of him. That being said, he wants to have a bit of fun with Daeho for hiding this little secret from him— and for being a fuckin’ tease.
“Hmmm, I don’t know, baby… have you earned it yet? You were keeping secrets from me— Good boys don’t keep secrets,” Jungbae questions him, thrusting lazily into his hand while waiting for Daeho’s reaction.
“W-Wait! Appa, please— m’so so sorry, didn’t mean to, didn’t want to hide it… Was worried about what you’d think— Didn’t want you to s-see me differently…” Daeho rushes to explain, tripping over his words in the process. Daeho definitely isn’t what he would describe as a pillar of honesty, but when he finally gets the truth out of him— it looks so natural on him. Part of the reason he makes such a good thief, the little brat.
“Please, please, please, Appa—” Daeho pipes back up, his hips starting to go faster than his hand can keep up with, “So-so close, don’t know If I can wait any longer.” He looks pleadingly into Jungbae’s eyes, hoping that his begging is enough to give in.
Jungbae bites the inside of his cheek, debating internally on what to do. Though after a few moments, he comes to a compromise.
“Fine. But if, and only if, you can wait until I count down from ten,” he tells him smugly, Daeho’s face falling as if he had denied him entirely. His movements start to slow, being extra careful to ensure he doesn’t push himself over the edge too soon. He nods at Jungbae slowly, waiting diligently to pick the pace back up the moment he begins.
As Jungbae feels himself start to come close as well, he starts counting. “Ten, nine, eight…” he draws out, enjoying the look of desperation increasing on Daeho’s face with each and every number. Daeho moans without restraint, looking at Jungbae impatiently.
“Seven, six, five… four,” Jungbae adds, getting progressively slower with every number as he counts down. Daeho whines out, loudly, making Jungbae thankful that they don’t live too close to other people. Jungbae starts letting out small grunts as well, starting to worry if even he can hold out until he reaches the last number.
“Three… two…” Jungbae pauses one last time, relishing the look on Daeho’s face as his jaw falls open, eyes getting ready to squeeze shut, all while his cock looks like it’s ready to burst. Jungbae strokes himself with haste, right on the edge as he utters the last number.
“One—” Jungbae mumbles, trying his hardest to stop his eyes from closing as he watches Daeho come undone at his own hands. His cock twitches as thick white ropes shoot out in intervals, creating a pool of his arousal on the bed in front of him— Jungbae following shortly thereafter
As Jungbae pumps the last few drops out, he watches as Daeho’s head falls forward, stroking himself until there’s nothing left. The two of them are left there panting, the only sound filling the room as the smell of semen lingers in the air. After Jungbae catches his breath, he leans back, ushering Daeho to come lay next to him.
“C’mere, baby, you did so good for me…” Jungbae praises him, while Daeho clambers over to his side, collapsing in his lap.
Daeho hums, content, “Thank you, Appa— Hyungnim! I meant, Hyungnim…” burying his face in Jungbae’s chest, the debasement seemingly never-ending. Jungbae laughs, petting his hair absentmindedly, “Yeah, yeah. What am I gonna do with you?”