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When his uncle calls, Taeui is tempted to press decline and go about his day. He has a hiking trip planned, and the drive from Reykjavik to Akureyri is about four to five hours. So he honestly doesn't have time to waste on whatever trivial matters his uncle has to say.
If anything his uncle owes him an apology and a lifetime of unlimited beer for getting him into this mess in the first place. Why should he even bother entertaining this lying, conniving bastard?
“What is it?” Taeui says, glancing over at his watch. He can feel himself crying internally at how weak willed he was, but he couldn't imagine not answering the phone if this was an actual emergency. There was no way he could forgive himself.
“Are you busy right now?” Chang-in asks.
His brows furrow at how anxious his uncle sounds, it's completely unlike him.
“Well, I need to leave soon. I have something planned, what's up?”
There's a brief pause before his uncle sighs.
“Rick has been incredibly unstable since you left–”
“When is that man not unstable?” He cuts his uncle off, while trying to fold his clothes carefully. Like that was news to him or to anyone in general.
“No. No, I mean it. He's already killed someone–”
“That's not anything new. Is there a point to this because I really have to go.”
“Taeui, this is serious. The entire compound is practically on lock down due to the stunt you pulled–”
“That sounds like a you problem. Bye.”
Taeui hangs up, his hand trembling as stares at his phone. He's never stood up to his uncle before, and the guilt is already eating at him. But then he remembers the lies, the deception, and how carelessly he's been used by both his uncle and Ilay.
So he tosses his phone on the bed and continues packing.
It's late in the evening when he arrives in Akureyri. He's busy unpacking when he glances over at his phone.
The guilt has been eating at him for the entire drive, and he can't let it go.
Taeui’s fingers twitch against his side, before he reaches for his phone and dials his uncle's number. He can at least apologize and listen to what the other man has to say, maybe he was just trying to warn him about Ilay.
That was probably the reason.
The phone rings once, before he opens his mouth.
“Uncle Chang-in, what's going on with Ilay?”
There's a brief pause, before a low laugh is heard. Taeui immediately freezes when he recognizes it, and nearly hangs up when the other speaks.
“I didn't know you missed me that much, Tay.”
He needs to hang up, he needs to hang up and block his uncle and never speak to him again–
“Don't. Don't hang up.”
His eyes widen at the desperation that's evident in Ilay's voice. It's uncharacteristically soft as the other man pleads.
Taeui doesn't say anything, just lets out a quiet exhale before Ilay continues.
“Taeui, why did you leave?”
The brunet groans, rubbing at his temples.
“I told you why, Ilay. Actually, why are you causing so much trouble over there? If it's because I tied you up, it's the least you deserve–”
“No.” Ilay says harshly. Taeui immediately recoils at the tone, quickly glancing around to make sure the other man hasn't appeared behind him to enact his revenge.
“Taeui.” The deep voice says in a fond manner. It makes him shiver at how soft Ilay sounds. There's no way in hell that man can sound gentle, absolutely no way.
“Taeui, I miss you.”
He blinks a few times, moving his phone from his ear to stare at it before talking.
“Ilay. Are you drunk? Or are you going through a psychotic break? Do I need to call a medic–”
“No. No, I miss you. I'm going absolutely crazy because you're not here.”
“First of all, you've been crazy–”
“Jeong Taeui.” Ilay pleads again, he almost sounds like he's whining and for some reason it turns him on despite the mortification he feels.
“Ilay.” He says softly, brows furrowing. Against his better judgement, he feels a pang of sympathy. Taeui didn’t mean to cause that much drama, he should have just left quietly.
His eyes widen when he hears Ilay let out a quiet whine, gripping his phone tightly.
“Say my name again. It's the least you could do for abandoning me, isn't it?”
“E-excuse me?! I think we're clearly remembering things differently here.” Taeui all but shrieks into the phone. Abandoning him? What kind of delusions was this man having? Ilay sounded like he definitely needed a vacation to a padded room.
Taeui freezes when he hears Ilay whining again. It's so out of character for him. This man has never begged for anything in his life. If anything this asshole was the aggressor in every situation he's been in.
“Tay, please.”
Ilay sounds absolutely desperate, and something in him can't really deny the other. Taeui's not even sure why, since he's supposed to be furious. He ran away like a dog with its tail between its legs because he was afraid of the fallout. Taeui had the right to be mad, not Ilay.
“Ilay, are you with me?”
Taeui's face flushes when he listens to the other man gasping, and then he closes his eyes
“Ilay. Are you getting off from my voice?” He asks calmly, despite how nervous he was feeling. Taeui wasn’t even offended at how perverse this entire situation was, if anything he was somewhat flattered.
When Ilay doesn't respond, Taeui moves to sit down on the bed before speaking again.
“I'm sure there are plenty of people you can sink your teeth into. Maybe you've burned all your bridges, but I'm sure you can figure a way to get you what you want.” Taeui chides, lying down as he stares at the ceiling.
“But they're not you. I need you.”
He can't help but snort, suddenly remembering all the times Ilay insulted and belittled him. Even sleeping with Xinlu just to get under his skin, and then fucking around with him because he thought he was easy.
“Cut the shit. You're only acting like this because you don't have someone to bully around anymore. That hasn't stopped you before, so why don't you go find someone else–”
“You're still hung up on that?” Ilay asks, his voice cracking slightly. “You don't even know why I did those things. You're being unfair.”
“No shit I don't know why you did half those things. Ilay, if you only just told me what you wanted from the beginning I would have helped you out. All you had to do was ask.”
The line goes silent, and for a second Taeui thinks that the other man has ended the call. He's about to speak again, before Ilay beats him to it.
“What if I ask now?”
To him there's an obvious answer to Ilay’s question. That it's too late for him to ask for anything. But he hears the desperation that clings to every word that leaves the other's mouth. Instead he answers with something he might regret later.
“What do you want, Ilay?”
“You. I need you, Taeui. I haven't been able to sleep properly since you've left. You're invading every inch of my mind.”
He swallows, his free hand resting against his belly.
“Ilay. Are you touching yourself to the sound of my voice?”
Taeui listens to the sharp intake of breath, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt before Ilay laughs quietly.
“I have been since you've said my name.”
He can't help but squirm, crossing his legs as heat begins to pool in his belly. Logically he shouldn't feel this way, Taeui has every right to be absolutely furious at this insanity but instead he lets out a soft noise.
“Ilay, will you be a good boy and tell me what you're thinking about?”
Taeui has to bite his lip when he hears Ilay groan into the phone quietly, there's the sound of fabric rustling in the background before Ilay speaks up.
“Earlier I was thinking about your mouth. You always like to run that thing, so I figured that the best way to shut you up was for you to suck me off.”
“You're too big to suck off. How would you even fuck my mouth?” Taeui retorts, but he shifts uncomfortably at the words that spill from Ilay’s lips.
“Mm. You have a small mouth despite you running it all the time. It takes practice, just like how your hole has adjusted perfectly–”
“Hey! Take that back! No it hasn't! No one can adjust to that monstrous size!” He yells into the phone while he feels how hot his cheeks were from burning in embarrassment.
“Except for you. You've taken me so well, Taeui. Especially after I come inside you. You get all soft and warm as if you're begging for more. I've never had anyone else want a second or third round other than you.”
“Y-you're just making shit up!”
He hears Ilay chuckle deeply, before speaking again.
“Did you know I haven't touched anyone else since I've had you? No one could ever compare to how tight you feel around my dick. Even the sounds you make are so adorable.”
Taeui lets out a shaky breath, he can't help but squirm, tightening his grip on his shirt before speaking.
“I miss your hands. I wanted you to take your time and open me up with your fingers.” He says shyly, shifting uncomfortably against the bed. “Maybe with your fingers and mouth.”
He nearly drops the phone when Ilay lets out a quiet groan, and he can only imagine the other man stroking himself to the idea. Taeui's face burns so hot, he probably could die from shame right now.
“Is that what you wanted this entire time? You should have told me. I've never eaten anyone out before, but I would for you.”
“It's not fair that you have nice hands and you didn't even think about it,” Taeui whines, almost sulking when he remembers them. “You're so mean, Ilay.”
“Mm. Then let me make it up to you. What do you want, princess?”
Taeui should feel horrified at the nickname, but instead he slides his hand lower and tugs his sweats off.
God forgive him, he has no fucking shame nor a backbone for listening to this psychopath.
“Tell me what you'd do to me if I sent you my coordinates right now.”
He hears Ilay swallowing, taking the time to think before speaking.
“You want to know what I would do? I would fucking spank you for even think about leaving me. I'd make you cry and plead to stop, but I wouldn't until you begged for something else instead. You like my hands right? Just imagine them on your ass right now.”
Taeui can imagine them. He's always loved Ilay's hands, how soft and smooth they were despite all the crimes they've committed. How big the other man's hands were in comparison to his own. The brunet is sure it would fucking hurt like a bitch if Ilay spanked him, that man was anything but kind.
But he bites his bottom lip when he thinks of how Ilay would gently caress him after, maybe even rub at the reddening skin and offer apologetic kisses against his back.
“What would I be begging for?”
“Mm. A lot of things I imagine. I think first it would be my mouth. I would take my time eating you out though, maybe even too long that you're basically a blubbering mess. But I would get your hole all nice and wet, practically soaking and begging for my dick.”
Taeui can't suppress the whimper that escapes his throat, turning his head to the side as he plays with the waistband of his underwear.
“But you've been so bad, Tay. I wouldn't give you what you wanted right away. You would get my fingers first. That's what you've wanted anyway isn't it?” Ilay asks in a husky tone, and Taeui swears he can see the taller man stroking his cock faster at the words that spill from his mouth.
“Are you going to use your fingers right now to open yourself up for me? I guess that's all you can do since you don't have the real thing.”
“You're mean.” Taeui bites out, but he's already sliding his underwear off. His cock strains hard against his belly, but he doesn't think about touching it. Instead he moves his hand upwards, sucking on his fingers loudly– an exaggerated noise that causes Ilay to groan into the phone.
“You're just as mean. Here you are sucking on your fingers when you could be sucking on something else instead.”
“You think I'm not thinking about that? But you always make fun of how bad I am, so I don't even know why you want me to blow you so badly.”
He hears Ilay swallowing, before speaking, his voice low.
“That should inspire you to get better at it. Maybe you don't respond well to criticism. What about praise, Tay? Do you want to be a good boy for me?”
Taeui moves his hand from his mouth trailing his fingers down his belly as he spreads his legs. He inhales softly, fingertips dragging over his entrance while he tries to imagine it's Ilay's fingers instead.
“I think you want to be a good boy. I bet no one has ever told you that before, have they?” He murmurs, before pressing a finger inside. His eyes slip shut, another whimper escaping his throat. It burns due to just being spit, but it's not like he's come prepared or anything. Maybe next time–
As if there would be a next time. He needs to take advantage of this situation right now and definitely block his uncle's phone number after.
“That's because you're a bad boy, Ilay. You had all of this in front of you and you didn't do anything until it was too late.” Taeui chides, tilting his head back as he moves his finger slowly. He tries to think about the way he's done it to others in the past, but it still doesn't feel as good as he wants it to. Taeui needs something longer, something that would reach that specific spot easily.
He moans quietly when he hears Ilay groan into the phone, pressing a second finger inside.
“Then what can I do to be a good boy, Tay?”
Taeui chews on his bottom lip, pressing his fingers deeper. He thinks carefully about his words, before speaking.
“Call me princess again.” He says shyly, so soft that he's sure that the sound doesn't pick up on the phone.
And then he hears Ilay chuckling, not mockingly but pleased.
“You're my princess, aren't you? A naughty little princess that's fucking himself open with his fingers.”
He whines, curling his fingers.
“Am I yours?” Taeui whispers, his cock twitching against his stomach, leaking precome all over his belly.
“Of course you are. My little princess that needs to be fucked by my cock.”
He moves his fingers faster, gasping quietly while he listens to Ilay's own labored breathing on the other line.
“What would you do… What would you do after fucking me with your fingers? Would you let me come?”
Taeui shivers when he hears Ilay laugh again.
“No, you're a bad princess after all. So fucking spoiled. You only get to come on my cock and nothing else. But that's what you like isn't it? You want to be stuffed full, whining and begging for me to come inside you.”
The brunet presses in a third finger, tensing at the feeling. He can feel himself clenching hard, but at the same time the ache doesn't feel even close to being satisfied. Fuck he wants something bigger, something thicker.
“You plan on coming inside of me?” Taeui pauses deliberately, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards when he thinks of the perfect thing to say.
“But what if you knock me up? You always come so much…”
He swears he can hear Ilay short circuiting in the background. Taeui can only hear the other breathing, as if caught off guard.
“I would have to take responsibility of course. What kind of man would I be if I didn't take responsibility for you?”
Taeui trembles, moving his hand faster as he rubs at his inner walls.
“That was your plan all along, wasn't it? To knock me up and tie me to you.” He whines in that manner he knows Ilay likes. Taeui would call him a degenerate, but was he honestly that different at this point?
“Aha. I don't need to do all of that to make you stay. You just need to be fucked once and you'll be begging for me not to leave. But don't worry, Taeui. I won't leave you, I'm not cruel like someone I know.”
Taeui huffs, grinding against his fingers impatiently.
“What you would do after you come inside me?” He asks, moving his fingers faster when Ilay lets out a soft sound.
“Pull out and admire my work. You have the cutest ass, so I always loved watching my come spill out of you.”
Taeui cries out, tilting his head back when he feels his fingertips pressed against his prostate. It's good, it's so good despite the burn.
But it's still not what he wants.
“Did you find it?” Ilay asks, his voice raspy. Taeui can hear more rustling in the background, and he can only imagine how hard the other man must be. His mouth waters at the thought, his jaw practically aching when he thinks about how hot Ilay must feel. How much precome has already spilled, only to be wasted and not even go in his mouth or inside of him.
“Yeah, but… But it doesn't feel as good–”
“Of course it doesn't. It only feels good when it's me, right? No one else can take care of you like I do.”
Taeui's breath hitches as he moves his fingers faster, pressing against his prostate again as his body trembles due to the pleasure.
“Ilay. Please I want you to come inside me. You'll come inside me right?” He practically begs, spreading his fingers slightly as he gasps at the next sentence that comes from Ilay's mouth.
“Where else would I come, princess? Your face and mouth would be nice, but your hole was made to take my come– all of it is just for you.”
Taeui arches his back, crying out when he thinks about it. His fingers still, deep inside of him as he comes against his belly, his inner walls clenching hard around his digits as if trying to milk Ilay for his release– but the other isn't here. It's just him in this lonely hotel room in the middle of Iceland.
He breathes hard when he listens to a choked noise, and then he hears Ilay cursing in German. Taeui sniffs, tears pricking the corner of his eyes before speaking.
“Did you come for me, Ilay?”
Taeui exhales shakily when he hears the other inhaling deeply.
“I did. There's so much of it though. Don't you think that's a waste, Taeui?”
The brunet feels himself sinking deeper into the mattress, removing his fingers slowly as he tenses against the loss.
Taeui's eyes slip shut, thinking about Ilay's come. He wonders how much of there is, and he slowly feels himself drifting away before Ilay speaks again.
“Taeui. Taeui, are you still there?”
Taeui mumbles sleepily, opening his eyes to look at his phone. Maybe it's the post coital fondness he's feeling, but he pulls up Ilay's contact information on his phone and begins typing up a message.
He sends it, closing his eyes as he listens to the other breathing before speaking.
“You're in Iceland? I thought you would be somewhere sunny.” Ilay muses, his tone laced with mirth.
“Iceland is a good honeymoon destination for adventurous couples…” He mutters sleepily.
Ilay hums, before speaking once more.
“I won't keep my bride waiting for too long then.”
“You asshole, who are you calling a bride…” Taeui mumbles, before fading into unconsciousness.
His dreams are invaded by Ilay. Taeui can only imagine the other man's large hands running across his body tenderly. He thinks about the taller man's fingers exploring every inch he can find, taking his time to memorize every curve and dip.
It feels so real that when Taeui wakes up he feels slightly disappointed. But that's reality for you, and he's already resigned to the fact that he'll never see Ilay again.
Taeui frowns when he hears someone knocking at the door. He pushes himself up, rubbing at his face as he walks over. Honestly he doesn't even know what time it is. It looks bright outside, so maybe it's the morning?
The knocking becomes incessant, and he's about to say something when he opens the door and sees Ilay standing in front of him
His eyes widen at the sight, stepping back before Ilay grabs his arm.
“H-how did you even find me!” Taeui squeaks, watching as the taller man closes the door behind him.
He stares up at the other, those dark grey eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion. That's it, he's going to die. It's absolutely over for him. Good bye Jaeui, fuck you Uncle Chang-in.
Ilay pulls his phone out, smirking as he waves it around Taeui's face.
The brunet stares in horror at the exact coordinates he sent via text message. When did he even do that! Why would he do that!
“Don't worry, Tay. I've decided to be benevolent and forgive you partially for your transgressions due to the phone call and you being generous enough to provide me this information.” Ilay whispers against his ear, pressing a gentle kiss against it.
Taeui presses his hands against Ilay's chest, trying to push the silver haired man back. But the giant absolutely refuses to budge, instead he picks up Taeui effortlessly and hoists him over his shoulder.
“I-Ilay! Let go!”
He squeaks, a pathetic sound when Ilay slaps his ass.
“Just partially though. You have a lot of making up to do for your husband after all.” Ilay says in a giddy manner, walking towards the bed.
Taeui flails, struggling in Ilay's grasp.
“What the hell! You're not my husband, you psycho!”
Ilay laughs, tossing him onto the bed and immediately pins him down.
Taeui swallows when he sees the way Ilay stares at him.
The other is ready to devour him from head to toe.
“But princess, you're the one who said this was our honeymoon. You can't be mean and take that back now, can you?”