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At first, Jeongwoo didn't mean for it to go this far.
He was driving home, still coasting on the high of an adrenaline-fueled fight, his fingers sticky on the wheel with blood. He remembers thinking that he should wash it all off when he gets home, followed immediately with the thought that he wouldn't need to do that if he wasn't alone. Blood looks good on him, Sangcheol has said multiple times, with a dark gaze that left no doubts about how hot it made him feel.
After that, Jeongwoo didn't know exactly how he got home.
He had driven that exact route enough times that he didn't need to pay particular attention, which was good, because his skin felt tight with a persistent itch under it. An itch he didn't quite realize for what it was until he was standing in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face and then watching the blood from his hands tint the liquid pink as it swirled down the drain.
He left his jacket in the foyer, so now he was only wearing a skintight black long sleeved shirt, which was spared in the fight, remaining clean. He pulled it over his head, shivering as the fabric whispered over his skin. He bit his lips to keep the small gasp down, dropping the garment somewhere behind him, staring at himself in the mirror.
His heart was beating fast, surely a remnant of the fight, although the adrenaline should have gone out of his system completely by now. No, it was because of something else, something that he was missing, something that could scratch this persistent itch under his skin.
His gaze stuck on a purple mark in the junction of his neck and shoulder. He knew exactly how it was formed, his memory replaying the moment, the way it made him feel, the sensation of the wetness, the suction on his skin, the press of teeth leaving their imprints behind. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers into the spot, hoping to recreate the feeling, but it fell awfully short of the real thing.
It wasn't working. He was hopelessly aroused, and all alone with it.
Shucking off his clothes, he quickly got in the shower, turning the water cold, hoping to chase the arousal off. But that wasn't working either, he just got cold, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. As he slid a hand down his chest, trying to wash himself, he accidentally brushed a perking nipple and could barely contain his moan.
He knew that he should try to be patient, he should wait, he won't be on his own for much longer—but right then, with his cock already stirring, even a few minutes seemed to be unbearable.
His thoughts inevitably strayed to the collection of toys and vibrators they kept in the bedroom. He'd certainly be punished if he just got on it on his own, but even that thought only managed to spur him on further. After spending a few more minutes in the shower, trying and failing not to touch himself, Jeongwoo gave up the fight.
He left his clothes on the bathroom floor, trying to muster up some kind of restraint while he toweled himself dry, before going to the bedroom and settling on the bed. He lay down on his back taking a few deep breaths to steady himself.
Really, Sangcheol could only blame himself for not being there and instead staying behind for some meeting. They both know how worked up Jeongwoo gets after a fight, Sangcheol shouldn't be surprised that he got impatient.
This was his reasoning, but he knew full well how Sangcheol will react. And if he has to be honest, he kind of expected it too. No, not just expected, he counted on it.
Which is why...
He hadn't done anything like this before, and he wishes he could blame it on being under the influence of either alcohol or a drug, but really, the only influence here is the fact that his head is full of filthy images of Sangcheol pinning him down and mercilessly pounding him into the mattress.
That and the low buzzing pleasure of having a plug up his ass, pressing up snugly against his prostate.
He's not quite in his right mind when he reaches for the phone he left on the nightstand. As he turns, the plug inside him moves, punching a surprised moan out of him, having his toes curl in pleasure. And he hadn't even touched his cock yet.
Sangcheol should know what he's missing by being on some boring corporate meeting shit with some of the upper echelon of their vast organization. Jeongwoo has always hated these things with a passion, and the few times he was roped into being there he was bored out of his mind, so Sangcheol didn't force him to go anymore.
But that means that right now Jeongwoo only has his hands and the toys to fulfill his desires. It's not nearly enough, he'd much rather have Sangcheol's cock in him, but if his calculations are right, that's going to happen soon.
He can't really concentrate on taking the most flattering photos, but he supposes that the general message will still be received. It would take a saint to not react the way Jeongwoo wants Sangcheol to react, and he knows beyond any doubt that Sangcheol is not a saint.
The short text he appends to the photos as he sends the message is just the fuel onto the fire.
Holding this meeting now was a huge mistake, Sangcheol comes to realize around the 30 minute mark when his phone buzzes.
At first he doesn't pay attention to it, but then there's a second buzz, and a third, and by the fourth that thing is becoming so fucking distracting that he has to pick the phone up to silent it. And now that he has picked it up, he sees that the messages are from Jeongwoo, and that can't mean anything good.
The last time Jeongwoo sent him messages instead of calling, was when some opportunistic assholes kidnapped him, and then used his phone to send the ransom demand. Sangcheol called them up, asked them to hand the phone to Jeongwoo, and informed him that he shouldn't be late from dinner—Sangcheol has paid a hefty sum to reserve a whole restaurant for that night, it would be a shame to miss out on it.
Did kidnappers try with him once again? Hadn't they learned their lessons already? It's not like Sangcheol made it a secret how his second in command took those wannabe thugs out on his own—and with time to spare to clean up before dinner too.
He taps the notification to see what the messages are about and then he almost slams the phone face down on the table. His jaw tightens and he has to grip the edge of the table, hard, to keep himself from making any noise or give an outward sign of his inner turmoil.
The other people at the table are arguing about something—Sangcheol has lost the thread a long time ago—so they're not paying much attention to him when he lifts the phone again to take a second, longer look at the messages he got.
They're pictures.
Multiple pictures, of Jeongwoo. Clearly, Jeongwoo has taken them with the explicit purpose to be an absolute strain on Sangcheol's sanity. He must have known exactly what he was doing, the cheeky bastard, when he decided to not only send them but then finish up with the text: "I wish it was you."
He damn well should, Sangcheol thinks. He should also learn some fucking restraint, for fuck's sake. Not that patience was Jeongwoo's strong suit to begin with, but these days he seems to be getting worse in that regard.
Sangcheol takes a furtive glance around, and having reassured himself that the others still aren't paying attention to him, he dives into the photos once more. He's surely a masochist for this, but he just can't... He would need to be made of stone to not want to have a closer look.
Jeongwoo has gone all out, it seems, perusing some of their extensive collection of sex toys. A few of the photos don't show much, only his bare chest and the flush in his cheeks; the unmistakable way his mouth opens on a moan, his arm stretching down between his legs, his abs in sharp relief as he flexes them; or simply showing his face, eyes closed, lips closed around two fingers pushing deep in his mouth.
Even these relatively tamer shots are too much, really, Sangcheol can picture all of him too easily, can even hear the noises he must make, he has heard Jeongwoo enough times for his imagination to fill in the blanks.
But the other photos... Sangcheol has to uncross his legs, the position becoming way too uncomfortable with the way his cock hardens at the sight.
Jeongwoo isn't doing too much, he can tell. He's just lying on his back, legs splayed, the flared base of a plug visible between them. He keeps one hand on his cock, hard and flushed and leaking, and the next photo shows him reaching down, towards the plug.
On yet another picture the plug is gone, its place taken by a dildo, and Jeongwoo's mouth is forming an O, as if he took the photo right as he was pushing that thing in.
That is the last one.
Followed up by that infuriating text message.
Sangcheol exhales slowly through his nose, putting his phone back on the table, face down.
"Meeting's over," he says in the most measured voice he can muster.
He will not be sitting here with these tedious idiots while Jeongwoo is fucking himself with a dildo. No, Sangcheol should be the only one fucking him. Why do they even have those dildos in the first place? He should just throw them out so this can never happen again.
"But Boss, the-"
"I said it's over. We'll continue another time."
Thankfully he has enough authority in his own damn organization that nobody dares to defy his order, even if they don't understand it.
Sangcheol remains seated until the very last person exits the meeting room, then he walks with carefully controlled speed down into the garage and to his car.
And then he breaks every traffic law known to humanity on his mad drive back home.
After he drops his phone back on the nightstand, Jeongwoo stops being aware of the time.
While it isn't quite the same as when Sangcheol is fucking him, Jeongwoo lets his imagination work, envisioning Sangcheol above him as he moves the dildo in and out of himself slowly. Of course, this is not a perfect vision, Sangcheol has never fucked him so slowly, but he makes do with what he can get at the moment.
He strokes himself to the rhythm he sets, ignoring the pull in his muscles because this position is not very comfortable, squeezing his eyes shut so he can concentrate more on the picture in his head. Of Sangcheol, sweaty and flushed, pupils dilated, snapping his hips forward and driving himself deep into Jeongwoo.
He bites his lips, not to keep his sounds back but to better envision Sangcheol's biting kisses, and shivers when he thinks about the filthy stuff Sangcheol would say in this scenario. Maybe he'd even praise Jeongwoo for being good, for moaning so prettily, for being so tight just for him, for taking Sangcheol's cock so well, like he was born for it.
Jeongwoo doesn't know which part of the fantasy is the one that manages to push him over the edge. He spills into his hand with a bitten off cry, clenching down on the dildo, and then just lies there with his chest heaving for long seconds.
As he comes down from it, he pulls the dildo out and throws it to the side, wiping his hand on the bedding. Sangcheol's ultra expensive silk bedding, which is already ruined because of the amount of lube that Jeongwoo has spilled on it earlier.
He sits up, feeling just a little less volatile.
This definitely did take the edge off, but he still isn't completely satisfied. Maybe it's because of the photos. Now that he sent them, he has anticipation settling into him. He wonders when Sangcheol will be able to get off the meeting and what he will do to Jeongwoo once he gets home.
It's been a while since the last time they got really kinky in the bedroom, and Jeongwoo isn't going to lie to himself about missing it. He's been getting antsy lately, an anxious thrum starting up under his skin, the kind that only Sangcheol can take away.
Back then, at home in Busan, Jeongwoo became a bit self-destructive when this mood got into him. He picked a fight with anyone, he would get his knuckles bleeding and his ribs bruised, and when that still wouldn't help, he would go and try to get the restlessness fucked out of him.
This was completely disastrous in various ways. Sometimes it didn't even help and he just ended up with unsatisfying quickies in dirty alleys or hostels. And other times he ended up sending the other party to the ER while getting in some bruises of his own, because some people thought that if he wanted to be fucked then he'd take whatever abuse they wanted to inflict.
Even worse were those times that he, utterly out of options, went to Hyun Geonoh. They were childhood friends on account of their fathers' relationship, and Jeongwoo had always known how Geonoh was not indifferent towards him, and it was probably evil to use that just to satisfy this ugly primal urge inside him, but it was what it was. It even worked for a while, Geonoh was an easy choice, and it felt good to have sex in a clean, normal environment for a change.
But then the problems started. Geonoh was way too gentle for Jeongwoo, and wouldn't do it when Jeongwoo asked to be fucked harder, rougher, or to be pinned down. He recoiled when Jeongwoo brought up spanking, and that was a clear sign that Geonoh would never be able to give him what he really needed.
So Jeongwoo broke it off and went back to one night stands and reckless fights, until the whole thing with his betrayal and the demise of the Busan gang went down.
It's completely different now, with Sangcheol.
When Jeongwoo is at his worst, with all this nervous, explosive energy skittering under his skin, making him not unlike a time bomb that will detonate as soon as someone looks at him wrong, Sangcheol can still deal with it.
He can go toe to toe with Sangcheol, he can act out and purposefully make him angry, and Sangcheol will stand his ground and handle him. He will make Jeongwoo behave, he will hurt Jeongwoo in a way that probably shouldn't feel as good as it does, and he will make Jeongwoo want to submit to him.
And that is exactly what Jeongwoo needs—to gladly give up his control, to be completely at someone else's mercy, and to feel absolutely safe during it all. That Sangcheol is not only up to the task, but makes Jeongwoo feel amazing during it, is just the cherry on top.
Sangcheol allows him to feel a kind of freedom that's only possible to achieve while being tied to the bed and railed within an inch of his life. It's an out of body experience, like being high on a drug, and only Sangcheol can give him that, so Jeongwoo needs him to come home stat, before he goes mad just from wanting it.
He goes to the bathroom, washing his hands and his face, toweling off most of the fluids sticking to his skin. As he looks into the mirror he thinks that he should send another picture, just for good measure, but then he hears the front door slamming open and rapid footsteps approaching the bedroom.
Jeongwoo smirks at his reflection.
The plan is working out splendidly so far.
Sangcheol doesn't waste any time on meaningless formalities like greetings.
Once he lays eyes on Jeongwoo stepping out of the bathroom in all his glorious nakedness, he goes up to him, grabs his hair at the back of his neck, and yanks him into a rough, demanding kiss.
Jeongwoo doesn't give in easily. He melts into the kiss, but tries to get Sangcheol's hands off himself, pushing back and biting down on Sangcheol's lips hard. Pulling away and tasting blood in his mouth, Sangcheol raises a hand and slaps Jeongwoo across the face, too swift for Jeongwoo to react.
The effect is instantaneous. Jeongwoo's eyes widen, nostrils flaring as he jerks his head back towards Sangcheol, brows furrowing slightly. To everyone but Sangcheol he might look like he's pissed off, but Sangcheol knows him better than that.
And in this proximity it would be difficult not to notice how Jeongwoo's breath hitched in his throat, or the flush rising in his cheek beside the reddening mark of Sangcheol's palm.
"No biting," Sangcheol growls at him, grabbing his wrist before he can retaliate.
Jeongwoo's lips curl into a smirk, his breath coming in short, heavy puffs as he tries to get his arm free of Sangcheol's hold. It's obvious how much he enjoys this, and Sangcheol knows he's not fighting with his full strength either, only putting up the most token resistance. Just to make it interesting—he has said once.
Sangcheol pushes him back towards the bed, throwing him down on it, and when Jeongwoo inevitably surges back he gets another slap across the face—this time from the other side.
A ragged moan punches out of Jeongwoo's throat, and when he looks up, his eyes are hazy and his expression is still pissed, but he doesn't try to get up again.
Sangcheol brushes a hand along his jaw, rubbing his thumb against his cheek.
"Stay down."
Jeongwoo opens his mouth, turning his head to the side to capture Sangcheol's thumb between his lips, keeping eye contact all along. He sucks lightly on the digit, swirling his tongue around the pad of it, then his jaw starts to tighten, a sure sign that he's trying to bite down.
Sangcheol intercepts the movement, grabbing Jeongwoo's jaw tightly and forcing his head back.
"What did I just say about biting?"
Jeongwoo smirks, letting his jaw relax, his mouth hanging open as he flicks his tongue out, lapping at Sangcheol's thumb.
He's deliberately being coy and so fucking contrary too, apparently determined to rile Sangcheol up, goading him into being rough. He suspects that this was Jeongwoo's plan from the start. He must be in one of those moods he gets from time to time.
Sangcheol smiles down at him, getting an iron grip on his hair, making him hiss with the pain of the pull.
"Pants," Sangcheol says, stepping closer, pushing between Jeongwoo's splayed thighs.
He doesn't have to say it twice, Jeongwoo's hands instantly come up to unbuckle his belt and open his pants, letting it drop to the ground, swiftly joined by his boxer shorts. When Jeongwoo tries to lean in, Sangcheol grips his hair tighter, earning a frustrated groan from him.
Jeongwoo pouts as he looks up, his hands brushing along the back of Sangcheol's thighs, squeezing lightly. They both know it won't work, Sangcheol is too focused to be distracted so easily, but it has never stopped Jeongwoo from trying.
Sangcheol pulls his head back by the hair, leaning down to lick into his open mouth.
"I'm not as impatient as you are," he murmurs, letting Jeongwoo go as he straightens back up. "Get on the bed."
When Jeongwoo doesn't immediately react, Sangcheol grabs his jaw to turn his head up.
"Should I make you?"
Something flashes in Jeongwoo's gaze, dark and primal, and Sangcheol knows to anticipate what comes next.
As Jeongwoo tries to surge up again, Sangcheol fits his free hand around his throat, using his leverage to control him and push him on his back. Jeongwoo struggles, his fingers clawing at Sangcheol's shoulders—only leaving thin red lines in their wake—but he can't get free, no matter how he tries.
Sangcheol puts all his weight into it and manages to haul him up to the middle of the bed, straddling his chest, keeping a tight grip on his throat. When Jeongwoo still doesn't settle down, Sangcheol tightens his fingers, properly choking him until Jeongwoo's eyes roll up and his hands come to hold Sangcheol's thighs lightly.
As he lets up the pressure, Jeongwoo gasps in air, moaning on the next exhale. His pupils are blown so wide as he looks up, that Sangcheol doubts he sees much in front of him.
Sangcheol lets his hair go, brushing his hand down to cup his jaw instead, pressing his thumb into his lips. Jeongwoo's mouth opens up instantly, letting Sangcheol push his finger in deeper, Jeongwoo's lips closing around it lightly, moaning as he sucks on it.
He's a vision in this state, out of his mind, letting Sangcheol take full control of him. It gets Sangcheol going like nothing else, his cock dribbles precum every time Jeongwoo's teeth scrape lightly along the pad of his thumb.
Shit, he shouldn't get too much into it, he reminds himself. He wants to drag this out for as long as possible, so it won't do to get carried away just yet.
He slips his thumb out of Jeongwoo's mouth, getting off of him, then leans back in to claim his lips in a bruising kiss. He keeps Jeongwoo pinned by his throat, swallowing the moans he makes, enjoying the full body shiver going through him when Sangcheol bites his lips hard enough to draw blood.
As Sangcheol breaks the kiss, he looks around for the first time, and immediately notices the carelessly discarded plug and the dildo, along with the still uncapped bottle of lube now oozing its contents onto the silk bedsheets, ruining them forever.
"You're an impatient slut," Sangcheol tells Jeongwoo in a low voice, again tightening his fingers until he hears Jeongwoo's ragged breathing come to a stop.
"What should I do with you, hm?"
Jeongwoo keens in a breath as Sangcheol lets him go to sit up, grabbing one of Jeongwoo's legs by the back of the knee, pulling it to the side and slapping his inner thigh, hard. Jeongwoo jolts with a yelp, his head falling back as he starts panting open mouthed. His cock dribbles precum as Sangcheol slaps him again, his skin reddening from the impact.
Just this and Jeongwoo already seems to be gone. It would be so easy to get him to come like this, Sangcheol thinks, smoothing his hand over the place he just hit, relishing the tremors going through Jeongwoo's thigh.
"Hyung..."
As Jeongwoo lifts his head Sangcheol slaps him again, just for good measure.
"Turn around."
Jeongwoo is sluggish in executing the order, but he doesn't try to disobey this time, so Sangcheol waits patiently. He gets rid of his shirt too in the meanwhile, dropping the garment somewhere beside the bed, then rummaging through the bedside drawer to get the restraints ready.
They're thin leather bands that are much sturdier than they look, able to withstand the force with which Jeongwoo pulls on them every time they're in use. After the first time Sangcheol has suggested changing them to something that doesn't cut into Jeongwoo's skin, but he had to realize that that was one of the appeals for Jeongwoo in the first place.
This time Jeongwoo only watches him put them on, securing the ends to the bedframe and pulling the bands tight around Jeongwoo's wrists. He only gets squirming a little bit in surprise when Sangcheol ties up his ankles too. He doesn't say anything about that either, but Sangcheol can see the slight tension in him, only soothed by Sangcheol running his hands up his thighs.
Jeongwoo gets this way sometimes, Sangcheol has learned in the last two years.
There's this tension in him, a violent energy that can only be soothed with a physical fight or sex—or both. And not just any sex either, no, it has to match Jeongwoo's mood, Sangcheol needs to spank and fuck it out of him until Jeongwoo is too weak to lift a finger and only then will it subside.
Sangcheol never asked him about his time in Busan, how he dealt with it then, but from the fragments that Jeongwoo imparted on him it was clear that he didn't have anyone like Sangcheol before. Which is good, because Sangcheol is the jealous possessive type when it comes to Jeongwoo, and it's already kind of poking at his pride that he wasn't Jeongwoo's first in anything.
Okay, he was the first to kill for him, or to tie him up for sex, but other than that, someone else has got there before him. Others also had Jeongwoo, had been inside him, heard him cry out in pleasure, not just Sangcheol, and the thought makes something unpleasant claw at his chest.
Especially since Jeongwoo has been his first in a lot of things. The first to make Sangcheol want to keep someone by his side for only personal purposes, the first to make Sangcheol not mind losing a one-on-one fight to, the first to have Sangcheol come close to saying grand words that never passed his mind before.
But he didn't ask, and he certainly doesn't want to know, and as long as Jeongwoo doesn't tell him who, those other people can always live to see another day. And since they're now together, Jeongwoo belongs to him only, and no one else. And it wasn't anyone else, but Sangcheol who Jeongwoo asked, who Jeongwoo trusted enough to ask for something more.
Jeongwoo has been remarkably clear about what he wanted, surprising Sangcheol with the request one night. Sangcheol took it in stride, he wasn't too squeamish to fulfill such simple desires. If Jeongwoo wanted to be stripped of all of his control, if Sangcheol only had to pin him down and spank him into submission, then Sangcheol was more than up to the task.
That was a long time ago and now they have the appropriate tools too, of which Sangcheol will only use the restraints tonight. Jeongwoo hadn't earned anything else. Maybe if he begs nicely enough...
Sangcheol kneels between Jeongwoo's thighs, looking at the feast laid out in front of him.
Jeongwoo's head is turned to the side, he's looking back over his shoulder, his arms already flexing as he pulls on his restraints. He's tense, but it's not a bad kind of tension, Sangcheol knows it's only from anticipation. It still makes his muscles pull and ripple across his back and his ass.
His supple and firm ass, that Sangcheol is going to abuse so much tonight.
The thought makes him salivate, so before he does anything else, he leans down to bite into Jeongwoo's butt, leaving behind clear teethmarks as he raises back up. Jeongwoo tenses even more under him, his moan muffled into the pillow, leather creaking as he pulls on the ties.
"Don't think you're getting away this lightly," Sangcheol says, hitting Jeongwoo's ass right where he left his mark.
The sound of the slap mixes with a sharp cry, then Jeongwoo moans when Sangcheol smooths his palm over the reddened area.
He alternates the slaps with smooth, rubbing motions, which are undoubtedly just as painful after a while, but Jeongwoo doesn't give a peep of discomfort. Instead, he's moaning and whining, crying out at the harder slaps, rutting into the bedding when Sangcheol kneads his ass roughly.
"You're such a slut for it," Sangcheol says, his own breath short, punctuating his sentence with two slaps in rapid succession that has Jeongwoo keening high in his throat.
The way he trembles all over tells Sangcheol that he's already close, so Sangcheol slows down, gently caressing his skin. It's slightly warmer to the touch by now, and it must hurt, but this is what Jeongwoo wanted. This is how Jeongwoo likes it, when the pain mixes with the pleasure, when he doesn't have to think about anything, giving himself completely up to Sangcheol.
Sangcheol leans down to mouth at the sensitive skin, sucking marks into it too, leaving the imprint of his teeth behind. When he emerges again, he takes a good look at his handiwork.
Jeongwoo is panting audibly, his hand gripping the restraints so hard that his knuckles are turning white. He's trembling, sweat collecting in the divot at the root of his spine and he's moving his hips in little circles, no doubt hoping to get off with just the bedding beneath him providing friction.
A futile attempt.
Sangcheol picks up the dildo he saw Jeongwoo use on those fucking photos, drawing it along the cleft of Jeongwoo's ass.
"Tell me, was this thing good?"
"No, I-"
That earns another slap, which cuts Jeongwoo's sentence off.
Sangcheol picks up the bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount onto the dildo and between Jeongwoo's cheeks.
Jeongwoo bites off a yelp as the cold substance hits his skin, squirming.
"Don't lie," Sangcheol warns him, pushing the dildo up against his rim. "You came on it, didn't you?"
"I- yes, but-"
Before he can finish that, Sangcheol pushes the dildo inside him, slowly, carefully, waiting for the moment when Jeongwoo's body will give in. When it happens, he pushes it all in, angled down, knowing when he has hit the right place when Jeongwoo sucks in a sharp breath and his whole body goes tense.
Sangcheol counts down the seconds, sliding his fingers around Jeongwoo's rim, keeping the dildo motionless, pressed right up to Jeongwoo's prostate.
"Hm, so it did feel good. Maybe even better than my cock?"
He can pinpoint the exact moment when Jeongwoo tries to talk, his back muscles tensing even further as he tries to draw in a breath, but Sangcheol bores down on him, not letting up the pressure until Jeongwoo starts shaking, thighs flexing like he's trying to get away.
In that moment Sangcheol pulls the dildo out of him, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. Jeongwoo keens, his gasp turning into a mewl as Sangcheol kneads his ass, slipping his thumb over his fluttering hole.
"Wasn't better," Jeongwoo rasps, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sangcheol chuckles, leaning above him and dropping a kiss onto his shoulder. It has Jeongwoo sighing and relaxing into the mattress. He pops an eye open and cranes his neck to look back, locking gazes with Sangcheol.
Sangcheol grins at him, lowering himself until he's pressed against Jeongwoo ass, to make Jeongwoo feel just how hard he is already. It earns him the desired effect, Jeongwoo groans and cants his hips, seeking more friction, which Sangcheol immediately denies him.
He licks the resulting whine out of Jeongwoo's open mouth.
"I'm not done with you yet," he whispers, brushing his nose along Jeongwoo's neck.
He's very far from done, indeed. But he's also so hard that he could hammer nails, so he's going to have to do something about that if he wants to hold out for as long as he has planned.
"Hyung..."
"No, not yet."
Jeongwoo sighs again, turning his face into the pillow, a tremor going through him when Sangcheol lifts himself to sit back to his earlier place between his thighs.
Sangcheol takes himself in hand, sucking in a sharp breath. He grabs Jeongwoo's butt again, making him hiss, while he starts stroking himself slowly. It's more for efficiency than the pleasure itself, it's only to take the edge off, nothing more.
And maybe there's a bit of vindictiveness in it too. Just a bit.
"Since you came all alone, I can do the same too, right?"
That makes Jeongwoo snap his head back, desperately trying to look more than he currently can with his hands tied as they are. He definitely can see what Sangcheol is doing, though, and he starts making disgruntled noises, interspersed with breathy moans when Sangcheol dips his thumb into his hole. But he can't keep looking over his shoulder for long, and in the end he drops his head back with a sigh, bucking his hips into Sangcheol's touch.
Sangcheol keeps stroking himself, gradually increasing the speed of his hand. He doesn't need to rely on his imagination to fuel his arousal, since Jeongwoo is sprawled right in front of him, fully on display. Sangcheol keeps teasing him with just one finger, sometimes not even slipping that much inside him, enjoying too much how impatient Jeongwoo sounds.
"You want me inside you, baby?"
"Please," Jeongwoo says around a moan as Sangcheol slides a finger inside him down to the last knuckle.
Sangcheol can imagine perfectly how he would feel around his cock, how warm and tight he'd be, even now, when he's already loosened from the dildo. And Sangcheol would eagerly fulfill that plea too, if he wasn't in a vengeful, mean mood.
"You'll have to-" his breath hitches as his orgasm crashes into him, "earn it."
The orgasm leaves Sangcheol a bit breathless as he watches Jeongwoo struggle against his restraints. He huffs, smearing his cum on Jeongwoo's butt and inner thigh, trying not to feel too smug about the long breathless whine leaving Jeongwoo at the motion.
He knows that if Jeongwoo wasn't restrained he'd be wrestling Sangcheol right now, and given the upper hand, he'd ride Sangcheol's cock to his heart's content, chasing his own pleasure. But Sangcheol doesn't want him to do that right now. No, Jeongwoo should be held accountable for what he made Sangcheol go through with those photos.
Slapping Jeongwoo's ass so hard that the muscle jiggles, Sangcheol dips his thumb back into Jeongwoo again with a huff of laughter.
"Taking such lewd photos..."
He replaces his thumb with two fingers, giving Jeongwoo's ass a good squeeze.
"What if someone else had seen them?"
"Didn't you- like them?"
Even with the breathless quality to his voice, Jeongwoo sounds way too smug about it. Sangcheol slaps his ass again, smirking when that makes Jeongwoo clench down on his fingers.
"I prefer the real thing."
It's not even a lie. Yes, those photos were mouthwatering, but there's nothing comparable to the rush he gets from seeing Jeongwoo like this, and hearing him moan in pleasure from what Sangcheol is doing to him.
So now, having Jeongwoo completely at his mercy, he starts on working on drawing more sounds out of him.
He spends the next hour or even more with teasing Jeongwoo, drawing him out right to the edge and then leaving him hanging every single time. Sangcheol knows exactly how to do it, he knows where Jeongwoo's most sensitive spots are and the signs of when he's on the verge of an orgasm, and he uses that knowledge to mercilessly deny him every time.
It gives him a heady rush of power and arousal to see Jeongwoo come apart so beautifully from it.
At first Jeongwoo tries to hold himself together, but then he abandons all pretense and starts pleading for more, for Sangcheol to let him come.
Unfortunately for him, Sangcheol doesn't think that's quite enough, so he draws it out more, until Jeongwoo is trembling like a leaf all over, his breaths coming in short puffs out of his mouth, his voice hoarse. He's crying too, there's a flow of tears down his face, wetting the pillow under him, and he continuously begs, sometimes quieter, sometimes louder, in an almost incomprehensible string of words.
Sangcheol takes it as far as he can, as much as he himself can take.
When he feels like it's enough, he leans over Jeongwoo, having him sob quietly as Sangcheol settles above him, using his weight to press him into the mattress.
"Please, hyung, please, please-"
Sangcheol brushes his sweat-slicked hair out of his face, having Jeongwoo trying to nuzzle into his palm and failing, because he can't turn his head completely.
"Shhh, it's alright, baby, I've got you."
It's a lie, of course, as it has been a lie every other time before when Sangcheol has said this.
Jeongwoo knows that too and he sobs again as Sangcheol's fingers breach him once more, pressing into his prostate. Jeongwoo gasps and keens, and he would be trashing on the bed if not for the restraints and Sangcheol's weight keeping him motionless.
"It's okay," Sangcheol whispers into his ear, licking a stripe up his neck and removing his fingers just as Jeongwoo clenches down.
Another sob bubbles up from Jeongwoo's throat, and he continues with his string of broken pleas, while Sangcheol sucks a bruise into the back of his neck.
"You're going to be good, right?"
"Yes yes yes I- Please."
Sangcheol leans in to lick into Jeongwoo's open mouth.
"Good just for me."
"For you."
Finally having mercy on the both of them, Sangcheol takes himself in hand, guiding his cock inside Jeongwoo. They both moan as he bottoms out, Sangcheol himself feeling like he has gone too long without this. He doesn't hurry it, though. He rolls his hips down lazily, just enjoying being enveloped in Jeongwoo's tight heat.
"Fuck... You feel so good."
Jeongwoo has apparently ran out of words, since the only thing that comes out of his mouth is rhythmic moaning.
Sangcheol smiles, planting his forehead into the back of Jeongwoo's neck, picking up some speed with his thrusts. He loses himself into it for a while, chasing his own pleasure until he feels that heat build at the base of his spine.
Jeongwoo is valiantly trying to match his rhythm, canting his hips into every thrust, and clenching around Sangcheol's cock, even though he's obviously very much out of it by now. He's also lost control over his voice, and Sangcheol thinks he would even scream louder if he wasn't already hoarse. He's getting close, Sangcheol has made sure that he'd be strung tight as a bowstring by now so it would be easy to make him come.
Sangcheol noses into his nape, biting lightly down on his neck.
"Come for me, baby."
The words barely leave his mouth when Jeongwoo's spine goes taut and he's coming with a scream, going so tight around Sangcheol that it's a near thing that he doesn't follow right behind him. He fucks Jeongwoo through his orgasm, gently, slowly, until he feels Jeongwoo tremble from the overstimulation, and only then pulls out.
"Good boy," he says, punctuating the praise with a bite at Jeongwoo's butt.
Jeongwoo's thighs quiver while Sangcheol removes the restraints from around his ankles. The skin is an angry red, but it didn't break, there's just a bit of chafing but no blood. Sangcheol has a feeling that this will not be the case with Jeongwoo's wrists.
"Turn around."
It takes a few moments for Jeongwoo to stir and Sangcheol needs to help him roll to his back, hissing when his ass comes in contact with the bedding. His arms are crossed above his head, since he's still tied to the bed, stretching his pecs alluringly.
Sangcheol can't help copping a feel, brushing his thumbs over Jeongwoo's perky nipples, then pinching them between his fingers. As Jeongwoo gasps, he leans in for a kiss, a proper, centered one, swallowing all the quiet moans Jeongwoo makes. There's no rush, so Sangcheol takes his time, fully enjoying Jeongwoo's thighs trembling around his waist, and the tiny jerks of Jeongwoo's hips in search of friction.
There's still something of that nervous tension inside Jeongwoo, so Sangcheol will have to work him harder to make it go away completely. Emerging from the kiss, Sangcheol roams his gaze over him, taking in the deep flush on his face, the already fading red marks left from Sangcheol's slaps, and the beading sweat on his forehead.
When Jeongwoo opens his eyes to look at him, eyebrows raising in question, Sangcheol lets out a laugh, diving back down to bite at his lips none too gently.
"Always so impatient," he says between biting kisses, feeling Jeongwoo's lips pull into a smile under his.
To be honest, it's Sangcheol's own fault. He indulged Jeongwoo too much, so now Jeongwoo is a spoiled brat, who needs this kind of discipline to remind him who's actually in charge here.
Sangcheol props himself up, looking down at Jeongwoo, rolling his hips. The skin contact makes Jeongwoo moan, and Sangcheol barely bites his own groan back, stopping himself from continuing the motion. Jeongwoo's arms flex as he pulls on the restraints, his thighs squeezing Sangcheol's waist harder between them.
"Please," he rasps, sucking in a breath when Sangcheol reaches down to grip him by the back of his knee. "Hyung, I need you, please. Fuck me."
For a second it occurs to Sangcheol to leave him hanging once more, but Jeongwoo begged so nicely, and after everything else it would be a bit too mean to deny him again.
So, he hitches Jeongwoo's legs higher, almost folding him in half, before sliding back inside him.
Jeongwoo lets a long breath out his nose when Sangcheol bottoms out, tipping his head back with his eyes closed.
"Oh god... Harder," he moans, his voice rough and low, looking back up at Sangcheol with dark eyes.
Sangcheol picks up his pace, now relentlessly chasing his own orgasm, fucking Jeongwoo into the mattress hard and fast. It has his back muscles and thighs burning, and he's surely going to leave finger-shaped bruises on Jeongwoo's thighs, but Jeongwoo's moans are only spurring him on.
When he leans in for a sloppy kiss, Jeongwoo mewls into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, apparently thoroughly gone by now.
He comes again before Sangcheol does, going boneless as Sangcheol fucks him through it. Then he's whimpering weakly, giving short, breathless moans while Sangcheol keeps pounding into him.
Sangcheol just can't get enough of him.
Some time ago he was still concerned about the degree that Jeongwoo made him lose control, but now he's made peace with the fact that he is just so gone for this man. He wouldn't call it anything grand, like love, but it's certainly a tighter bond than any that Sangcheol has ever had with anyone else. They're just so compatible that Sangcheol doesn't have to think when he's with Jeongwoo, because they understand each other on such a fundamental level that Sangcheol never thought to be possible.
That is why he knows that Jeongwoo wants this from him too, wants to be fucked senseless even if it hurts, given barely any choice in the matter, with Sangcheol in control for the both of them. So, Sangcheol gives it to him, everything. He doesn't think he'd be able to deny Jeongwoo anything, and the thought is just as scary as it is comforting.
He's so fucking close already, but he also feels Jeongwoo breathing harder, tightening around his cock, and he knows what this means.
"Will you come again, babe?" he asks, biting down on Jeongwoo's collarbone.
In answer, Jeongwoo keens, clenching down, making Sangcheol moan too.
"Please..."
Letting one of Jeongwoo's legs go to press him more into the bed with a hand on his chest, Sangcheol picks up his pace, fucking into Jeongwoo with short and hard thrusts. He knows that they're aimed well, because Jeongwoo throws his head back, his whole body tensing up from the pleasure, his sounds turning into high-pitched mewls.
It doesn't take long, just a few more thrusts, and Jeongwoo comes again with a cry, his back bowing off the bed.
This time Sangcheol lets himself go right after him, his orgasm whiting out his vision for a while. When he comes to, Jeongwoo has gone boneless under him, his eyes closed. Sangcheol lets go of his leg and leans in, kissing his way up Jeongwoo's chest and neck, claiming his mouth once again.
Jeongwoo pants, letting Sangcheol lick into his mouth instead of properly kissing back, a sure sign that he's completely exhausted, but the tension is finally gone from him. When Sangcheol sits up and pulls out of him he groans, but otherwise doesn't move at all. He's sprawled out, the very picture of debauched with his legs splayed indecently and his stomach spattered with cum.
As Sangcheol removes the restraints from his wrists, it becomes clear that he will need to get the first aid kit too from the bathroom to clean the wounds. They're not very serious, but the skin is bleeding where the leather cut into it too deep.
Sangcheol lifts one hand to kiss the inside of Jeongwoo's wrist, making him turn his head to look up.
"I'm fine," he whispers, a slow, satisfied smile spreading on his face.
"I know."
Of course he's fine, Sangcheol would never go too far with him. They've drawn those lines long ago, and Sangcheol doesn't feel the need to push them.
Frankly, he doesn't much enjoy causing pain to other people, and he detests torture on the simple principle that it's a total waste of time—people would say anything just to end the pain. No, Sangcheol likes taking care of things cleanly, be it getting information or getting rid of someone.
But causing pain to Jeongwoo is another matter entirely. Because Jeongwoo likes it, Jeongwoo has asked for it, and Jeongwoo clearly gets off on it, so Sangcheol doesn't mind. It's not too much pain, either, and Sangcheol also knows from personal experience how exhilarating it feels to be at someone's mercy—someone who you trust to not go too far.
That's what it all boils down to, in the end, trust.
Like how Jeongwoo trusts him fully with his physical well-being, so much so that he simply falls asleep as Sangcheol cleans him up. Little shit, always just demanding, and then checking out afterwards like a lazy cat. Something akin to fondness unfurls inside Sangcheol's chest while he turns Jeongwoo to his side to be able to lie down behind him.
Just to be mean, Sangcheol bites down on the meat of his shoulder once he has Jeongwoo wrapped up in his arms. Jeongwoo squirms, mumbling something incomprehensible under his breath, then falls right back to sleep.
With a little huff of laughter, Sangcheol curls around him, closing his eyes.
He's out like a light in just a few seconds.
When Jeongwoo wakes up it's already light outside, the sunshine seeping in through the drawn curtains. He's alone in the bed, with a Sangcheol-sized block of warmth behind him that still hasn't dissipated completely, so it must not have been very long since Sangcheol got up.
Jeongwoo sighs, closing his eyes again, taking stock of himself.
That itch under his skin is gone, replaced by a pleasant soreness that extends all the way to his toes. His muscles ache everywhere, his skin burning with the memory of Sangcheol's slaps. He knows he will feel this for days to come and the thought fills him with satisfaction.
Deciding that some more sleep won't do him any wrong, Jeongwoo is about to burrow under the blanket to continue, when he hears loud cursing from the living room. The sound makes him sigh, propping himself up on an elbow, careful not to turn fully to his back.
"What happened?" he asks, surprised by how rough his voice sounds.
He must have screamed himself hoarse last night—a feat which probably shouldn't make him feel as smug as it does.
Sangcheol appears in the doorway, clad in a bathrobe loosely tied around his waist, his hair wet—he must have just come from the shower. He has a deep scowl on his face, but otherwise it doesn't look like it's an emergency, so Jeongwoo drops back into the bed as Sangcheol sits down.
"I left the car running last night."
Now that he said it, Jeongwoo remembers how he heard the front door open, but not close, when Sangcheol came home. It's fortunate that they're living in a compound surrounded by a high fence and cameras everywhere.
"Did you even close the door?" Jeongwoo asks, just to be an ass about it, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his grin back.
Sangcheol's back is turned towards him so he can only see his shoulders sag at the question.
"... No. And now the battery is shot too."
Jeongwoo can't keep from laughing anymore, turning into the pillow to muffle the sound somewhat. Sangcheol gives an affronted sound as he turns, his hands sneaking under the blanket to grab Jeongwoo's arms and pin them on either side of his head. This way Jeongwoo has to turn to his back, hissing when his butt presses into the sheets.
"It's your fault," Sangcheol mouths into the side of his neck before biting down on his earlobe.
Jeongwoo giggles, shaking his head. "I didn't left your car running, you did."
"Because of you."
Jeongwoo leans up to draw Sangcheol into a kiss, sloppy and wet, and lighting the blood in Jeongwoo's veins on fire.
"I guess I should take responsibility, then," Jeongwoo muses as they separate, flipping their positions so he can straddle Sangcheol's waist.
He groans when Sangcheol fits his hands on his ass, kneading lightly on the sore muscle.
"I hope you didn't have anything important to do today, Boss."
He deliberately drawls out the title, biting his lower lip between his teeth.
Sangcheol chuckles, the sound rumbling deep inside his chest.
"Aside from you, baby? Nothing."
Grinning, Jeongwoo lets Sangcheol pull him down, getting swept away once more by their shared desire.