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Captain Park slams the folder shut so hard Hanbin flinches. The sound echoes through the monotone office, bouncing off the gray walls and the numerous case files crammed into the shelves behind him. The whole precinct always smells faintly like burnt coffee and old paper, especially this late into the evening when everyone's gone through cup after cup while reading hundreds of case files.
"Bugging a suspect's phone without a warrant?" Captain Park's voice drips with exhaustion more than anger.
Hanbin is used to it by now, mostly because he's always on the receiving end of it. Among the officers in this district, their team is infamous entirely because of Sung Hanbin and his ridiculous ability to cause problems wherever he goes. People in other departments literally mumble when they see him walking toward their desks carrying evidence bags.
Not like Hanbin minds anyway. Well, as long as they don't dump him somewhere in the countryside because nobody can deal with him anymore.
"Do you have any idea how lucky you are that this didn't blow back on the entire precinct?"
Hanbin has learned not to talk while he's being scolded. It never helps. Keeping quiet, looking a little ashamed, acting like he respects the lecture even when he doesn't, that's what actually gets his bosses to calm down faster. He just keeps his jaw tight and picks a random spot to stare at instead of meeting Captain Park's eyes—in this case the old coffee stain spreading across the captain's desk like a map.
Honestly, he can't wait to get dismissed already so he can go work another case, most likely using equally unethical methods to solve it.
The thing is, Hanbin genuinely doesn't think his methods are that horrible. There's a reason he got a tattoo stretching across his arm that says don't regret what you do. He makes sure not to do anything too insane, but if he followed procedure every second of the day then half the crime groups Captain Park loves bragging about would've never been dissolved in the first place.
And Hanbin knows the captain understands that too. Maybe that's the only reason he hasn't kicked him out of the team yet. Because despite everything, Hanbin is good at his job and everybody in this building knows it. Even if people try to keep it quiet so it doesn't leave the station or end up in some reporter's hands.
"Won't you answer me?" Captain Park snaps again after Hanbin stays silent for too long.
Ugh. If Hanbin had interrupted earlier he would've gotten yelled at for that too. You seriously can never please your bosses.
Still, he lifts his head and finally tries to justify the very illegal thing he did. "The guy was dealing..."
"The guy walked because of your 'evidence,'" Captain Park cuts him off immediately, slashing a hand through the air.
See? Hanbin knew this would happen.
He sighs and looks down again, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek while Captain Park rubs tiredly at his forehead.
"We can't deal with your whims anymore, Detective. You're being transferred."
Huh?
That gets Hanbin's attention instantly. His head jerks up so fast, eyes widening while his mouth falls open in shock. He even takes a step forward without realizing, already trying to argue.
He doesn’t make it that far because captain Park glares at him with the kind of look that screams don't say a fucking word.
"Petty theft division. Either take it or take the suspension," he concludes.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Hanbin's hands curl into fists at his sides so tightly his nails bite into his palms. Petty theft?
Out of every department they could've thrown him into.
At this point he'd honestly rather take the countryside assignment. At least there he'd still have actual cases. He spent the last three years building investigations against organized crime groups. So many nights spent hunched over evidence boards and shitty takeout containers while trying to connect names, accounts, and burner phones together. He literally has a promotion coming soon. Or he was supposed to.
Hanbin had been hoping for international crimes eventually. Maybe even war crimes if he got lucky enough.
Instead he's being demoted to chasing shoplifters and stolen bicycles around the city.
And the worst part is that he can't even argue.
He knows Captain Park well enough to recognize that tone. One more word from him and the captain actually will suspend him, and by then Hanbin would be crawling back begging for the petty theft division instead. A suspension stains his record permanently. Promotions get delayed for less.
Whatever.
Soon enough Captain Park will realize nobody else in this precinct can solve cases half as fast as Hanbin can and he'll get called back in when something important happens. Hanbin can survive in petty theft for a few weeks.
"Fine," he grits out.
"Good. Your first case is already on your desk. Some hybrid caught on camera lifting electronics from a warehouse."
Captain Park's lip curls slightly when he says hybrid.
Hanbin almost rolls his eyes immediately. Of course. Captain Park knows exactly how much most officers hate dealing with hybrids and still handed him this case anyway. An actual punishment.
"Should be right up your alley. Low stakes. No need for your... creative methods."
Hanbin bites back the snarky response sitting at the tip of his tongue. Maybe later, when they're sharing drinks after work and the captain's drunk enough, he'll yell at him properly.
The entire precinct has a prejudice against hybrids anyway. Not just Hanbin.
Growing up, hybrids were just kind of there. Existing beside everyone else in a way that never quite blended properly. His high school accepted a handful every year for diversity points and then shoved them all into some half underground classroom near the old gym storage rooms where nobody else went unless they had detention.
Hanbin honestly hasn't interacted with many of them personally, but the few he has met never exactly disproved the stereotypes either.
From the police academy till now he's heard the same things over and over again. They're poor, desperate, always getting dragged into dumb crimes because they can't integrate properly into society. Too impulsive and emotional. Animal instincts controlling them.
And stupid enough to always get caught.
Listen, Hanbin doesn't think of himself as prejudiced. His mom would've killed him if he openly talked like some of the officers here do. But also... hybrids never exactly beat the allegations, so what is he even supposed to say?
Most times when the topic comes up, Hanbin just laughs quietly along with the jokes and stays out of it. He's still better than the people actually saying all that shit out loud anyway.
Giving Captain Park one last nasty glare, Hanbin bows and walks out without another word.
****
The puppy hybrid Hanbin is supposed to investigate—Zhang Hao—looks absolutely nothing like what Hanbin expected.
When he opens the door to the stark white interrogation room with its single metal desk shoved in the middle and the two chairs facing each other beneath flickering fluorescent lights, he'd been expecting a nervous, skittish hybrid shrinking into himself. Maybe flattened ears, twitching hands, the usual guilty behavior.
Instead he's greeted with a perfectly composed man.
He's sitting with one ankle crossed over his knee like he owns the place, humming to himself. Soft cream retriever ears droop through his hair, feathered at the ends with warm pink visible inside whenever they twitch. Even the movement doesn't look nervous. If anything, he looks pleased about the tune he’s humming.
Walking in as quietly as possible, Hanbin tries to step behind him to examine his cadence properly. Hanbin always does this before interrogations, usually through the cameras outside, picking apart posture and timing so he knows what strategy to use. But since he’s still pissed from Captain Park’s office, he didn’t bother today.
But it’s just a hybrid. How hard could it be?
Hanbin finds out quickly that it’s not just a hybrid because the moment he steps behind Hao, the hybrid turns around immediately with a small frown already pulling at his mouth, looking more irritated at being interrupted than worried about sitting in a police interrogation room. It feels like he knew Hanbin was in the room already but just chose to ignore it.
Right. Probably his dog instincts.
Ugh. Aren't golden retrievers supposed to be sweet, friendly, obedient, whatever the brochures say? This one just looks feisty.
Hanbin honestly doesn't give a fuck though. He can intimidate him into submission easily enough.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Hanbin starts, dropping into the chair across from him.
Hao glances down at his hands like he’s taking a moment to compose himself, before slowly lifting his gaze again, warm brown eyes openly amused by the question.
Or maybe he's just used to trying that stupid puppy charm thing on people to get out of trouble.
Too bad it won't work on Hanbin.
"Am I going to jail, Officer...?"
His eyes flick briefly toward the badge clipped to Hanbin's belt, right above his crotch. For some reason the action weirdly scandalizes Hanbin. Not enough that he can actually say quit staring at my dick like a crazy person, but still.
"...Hanbin?"
"Detective."
"Detective Hanbin," Hao repeats easily.
His tail thumps once against the chair leg behind him and the sound distracts Hanbin for half a second before he catches himself.
"Are you gonna send me to jail?"
What kind of question even is that? Acting all innocent like he has no idea why he's here. See, this is exactly why hybrids are exhausting to deal with.
"You were caught on camera leaving that warehouse with stolen goods," Hanbin says, trying hard to keep his tone professionally flat instead of openly disgusted.
"Was I?"
Hao leans forward slightly, ears perking with interest. His lips push into a faint pout while he swallows visibly, and honestly Hanbin almost wants to yell at him to stop trying to act cute already because it's the most painfully obvious performance he's seen in his life.
And considering he just got demoted, Hanbin really doesn't have the patience to sit here staring at this eyesore.
"Because I heard your camera footage conveniently starts when I walk past the warehouse," Hao continues calmly. "Almost like someone wanted to make sure a hybrid took the fall for an inside job."
What the hell?
Hanbin's jaw tightens immediately.
He genuinely wasn't expecting Hao to play that card, and the sudden accusation throws him off balance for a second longer than he'd like. The case file did mention the gap in footage and suspicious timing, but nobody really cared enough to look further into it.
If the suspect had been human, maybe someone would've investigated the warehouse employees too just in case. But hybrids are easy convictions. Juries already don't trust them and cases close faster this way.
Still refusing to admit that maybe Hao didn't actually steal anything, Hanbin presses on anyway.
"Where are the goods now?" he asks.
"Couldn't tell you." Hao smiles, all teeth. "Since I didn't take them."
Stupid dog. With probably the prettiest smile Hanbin has ever seen too. Maybe if they'd met under different circumstances Hanbin would've fallen for whatever weird charm thing Hao keeps trying to do and reached over to pet those stupid ears.
Right now he has a job to do, so instead Hanbin looks back down at the case file he honestly hasn't read carefully enough. He flips through pages while trying to find literally anything he can use to turn this conversation back around.
Oh.
Maybe Hao actually did steal the stuff.
Hao's been arrested seven different times before for petty theft related crimes, yet somehow every single charge ended up getting dropped before reaching court.
Magically.
"You have priors," Hanbin murmurs, mostly to himself while skimming the records.
"I'm a hybrid. I've been accused too many times."
Hao stands up slowly, looking like he’s about to cry, but Hanbin already knows better than to trust any expression coming from him.
Then Hao stretches casually and turns around, cream colored tail wagging lazily behind him.
And that completely derails Hanbin's train of thought.
His eyes lock onto the tail immediately, brain stupidly trying to figure out where exactly it's attached underneath Hao's clothes. He's basically undressing Hao with his eyes at this point.
Hao's voice pulls him back before Hanbin can spiral too far into that embarrassing direction.
"Am I free to go, Detective?" Hao asks lightly. "Or do you plan to keep me here while you manufacture more evidence?"
Heat crawls up Hanbin's neck instantly. His cheeks burn while he bites down hard against the inside of his lip, angry at himself for getting distracted so easily.
"Sit down," he snaps, finally saying the thing he should've said minutes ago.
Instead of obeying, Hao tilts his head slightly, voice dropping into a playful tone.
"Make me."
"What?"
Hanbin stares at him, genuinely flabbergasted by the audacity.
"Actually, try," Hao continues lazily. "I'd love to file a complaint about police brutality against a hybrid. The blogs would eat it up."
The fucking nerve.
They just stare at each other for a long moment.
Hanbin can't legally hold him any longer since he has absolutely nothing concrete tying Hao to the theft, and he definitely can't risk a complaint right now when he's already supposed to be laying low after the phone incident. If he screws this up too, he'll get kicked out of the department entirely.
Suspension suddenly feels terrifyingly possible.
Hanbin catches his own reflection faintly in Hao's dark eyes—flushed and angry and obviously outmaneuvered—while he tries to think of what the hell to do next.
"Get out," Hanbin finally says tightly.
He'll just gather actual evidence and drag Hao right back into this same interrogation room later.
Hao's ears flick forward immediately, cheeks bunching up like apples as he smiles. "So polite."
He starts toward the door, then suddenly pauses and turns back around.
Before Hanbin can react properly, Hao leans across the desk, bracketing Hanbin in against the chair.
Hanbin catches the scent of him instantly—something warm and clean like puppy fur wash mixed with an expensive perfume Hanbin swears he's smelled before.
Huh? How the hell does a petty thief afford designer perfume?
"You know, Detective," Hao murmurs softly, "you reek of desperation. It's not attractive."
And before Hanbin can think of a comeback, Hao is already gone.
The door swings shut behind him while his tail sways lazily out of sight, leaving Hanbin alone in the interrogation room shaking with impotent rage.
****
This is so reckless.
Hanbin knows it's reckless even while checking Hao's case file for his residential address before driving there after work. He knows this is career ending while picking the lock to Hao's apartment building. He knows this violates every protocol he's ever learned as he slips inside the apartment itself and quietly shuts the door behind him.
Still, none of that stops him.
It's been three days since he questioned Hao, if that embarrassing circus performance can even be called an interrogation. Hanbin still can't stop thinking about Hao's smug face every time he opens the case files.
He tried doing things properly after that. The right way, if you want to call it that.
Looking for evidence through official channels, digging through records, tracking transactions, trying to find literally anything incriminating enough to finally pin Hao down with.
Hanbin is honestly embarrassed to admit he found absolutely nothing.
Nothing.
No suspicious purchases. No black market connections. No warehouse contacts. No hidden complaints. Every trail somehow ends cleanly.
Last night, right after realizing that fact, Hao's stupid little ID photo on the file suddenly started feeling mocking. Tiny chibi Hao sitting on Hanbin's desk laughing at him with twitching ears and his tongue sticking out while Hanbin slowly lost his fucking mind.
He genuinely felt like cartoon steam should've been shooting out of his ears.
Which is exactly why he's here now.
By here, he means illegally installing hidden cameras throughout Hao's apartment.
Wow.
Hanbin pauses in the middle of the living room and slowly looks around in disbelief.
This is... actually nice.
Not just nice for a hybrid either. It’s objectively nice.
The apartment isn't some cramped basement unit with mold growing in the corners like Hanbin subconsciously expected. Hao has a fully furnished living room, a clean kitchen with expensive appliances, warm lighting, shelves filled with books and little decorative trinkets, even an actual balcony visible through the curtains.
The whole place smells faintly like there's even a humidifier somewhere.
Is it possible to steal an entire apartment somehow?
Hanbin is reluctantly beginning to think Hao might actually be doing well for himself considering how beautiful this place is. Nothing here screams poverty or desperation.
Maybe he really was being prejudiced. But Hanbin's stubborn pride refuses to let him admit that fully.
Not in this lifetime.
I'll find something, Hanbin tells himself firmly while screwing a tiny wireless camera into the corner of the living room ceiling, carefully hiding it among the hanging plants draping from above.
Everyone's guilty of something.
Maybe Hao's house sitting for somebody rich. Maybe he works here as a cleaner or something and just pretends this is his apartment. Maybe he does bring stolen goods home and Hanbin will finally catch him in the act.
He installs three more cameras after that. One in the bedroom. One in the kitchen.
And one in the bathroom.
Okay, maybe the bathroom is pushing it a little.
But Hanbin is also curious about where exactly Hao's tail is attached.
It's fine. They're both men anyway.
And maybe Hao hides stolen stuff in there too.
With all four cameras installed, Hanbin finally checks the feeds through the app on his phone, making sure the angles are clear enough to monitor everything properly.
Then he slips back out of the apartment like he was never there.
Back in his own place later that night, Hanbin leaves the surveillance feed open while showering, doing his skincare routine, and eating dinner at his kitchen counter.
He's good at this kind of thing.
As a detective, Hanbin already knows he probably won't find anything important tonight. Surveillance takes patience. Sometimes you spend months watching somebody before they finally slip up.
Still, he keeps glancing toward his phone every few minutes.
Eventually he thinks about shutting the feed off and going to bed.
But Hao still isn't home yet.
So Hanbin waits a little longer.
It's almost midnight. Where the hell is this hybrid?
Hanbin keeps glancing between the surveillance feed and the clock on his stove, annoyance growing the later it gets. Maybe Hao's out stealing again. Maybe tonight will actually give Hanbin something useful for once.
It's almost two in the morning when Hao finally comes home.
Hanbin immediately straightens on his couch, eyes narrowing at the living room feed.
Hao drops his shoes off carelessly near the entrance before shrugging out of his jacket, exhaustion obvious in the droop of his ears. His tail hangs lower too, lazily swaying behind him while he clings onto the crossbody bag strapped across his stomach.
Hanbin barely notices Hao speaking to someone behind him because his attention locks onto the bag immediately.
That's definitely where the stolen stuff is.
He reaches for his notebook at once, scribbling down quick observations while watching the screen carefully.
Suspicious bag. Protective body language. Late return.
Hanbin switches to the kitchen camera next.
Hao starts making ramen while still wearing the bag across his chest, and Hanbin watches with laser focus as he boils water and leans tiredly against the counter waiting for the noodles to cook. The apartment lighting is warmer at night, dim yellow lamps replacing the brighter overhead lights from earlier, and Hao looks softer in them somehow.
Still annoying though.
Hanbin keeps taking notes while Hao eats standing at the counter, occasionally scrolling through his phone one handed while his tail thumps lightly every now and then at whatever he's reading.
Eventually Hao abandons the empty bowl in the sink without washing it at all.
Messy.
Hanbin writes that down too even though it probably isn't relevant.
The longer he watches though, the more boring everything becomes.
Painfully and frustratingly boring.
Even when Hao finally opens the stupid bag, all he pulls out is lip balm before casually rubbing it over his mouth and tossing it back inside.
Ugh. This is starting to feel like a waste of time.
Hanbin presses record on the footage anyway, planning to skim through everything again tomorrow at work just in case he missed something important.
He's literally about to close the app when movement catches his eye from the bedroom camera.
Oh.
Hao isn't alone.
A second man steps out of the bathroom, tall and broad shouldered and very obviously human. His hair is damp from a shower and a towel hangs loosely around his neck.
Hanbin immediately sits up straighter.
Maybe that's the accomplice. Or maybe the actual owner of the apartment.
But then Hao walks into the bedroom the second the man says something, smiling automatically before he even reaches him.
Damn it.
Hanbin should've installed a voice recorder too.
As soon as Hao steps closer, he starts laughing softly, ears perking up higher the more the guy talks to him.
Then the man reaches out and pulls Hao in by the waist until Hao's pressed back against the wall kissing him, tail wagging so hard it almost smacks into the nightstand beside them.
That should've been Hanbin's cue to look away.
He should've closed the app exactly like he planned to. Better yet, he should delete the footage tomorrow morning and pretend he never saw any of this.
Instead he does the complete opposite.
Hanbin zooms the bedroom feed in further.
God. He honestly doesn't even know why he's still watching.
Curiosity killed the cat and Hanbin feels like a wide eyed kitten right now.
None of this is helping the investigation. Watching Hao make out with some random guy isn't going to magically uncover evidence.
Still, Hanbin finds himself holding his breath as Hao slowly sinks to his knees between the man's legs.
How often does Hao do this?
The thought appears instantly and Hanbin hates it.
Hao frees the other man's cock with practiced fingers, completely relaxed about it, and something uncomfortable twists low in Hanbin's stomach before he can properly identify it.
Is this the apartment owner's boyfriend or just some random hookup?
Does this guy know Hao steals? Does he care?
Too many pointless questions crowd Hanbin's brain while he keeps staring at the screen anyway.
He doesn't pause to think about any of those questions though because he's too busy swallowing at the sight of Hao taking the man's cock into his mouth.
Fuck.
The way he maintains eye contact is so fucking hot. The enthusiasm alone makes Hanbin's throat go dry and his cock twitch in his pajamas with interest.
Well, he would never consciously do this to himself, obviously. His body is merely having a natural reaction. He still very much hates the hybrid and doesn't give much of a fuck about him.
This is just—
Ugh. Hanbin genuinely doesn't know what this is anymore.
Hao bobs his head with a ridiculous amount of speed, barely gagging around the length in his mouth. Wow. He's like a professional or something.
Can Hanbin maybe fuck his mouth too?
He probably would take it. Whore.
Hanbin gets so invested that he clicks his tongue in annoyance when Hao suddenly stops. He was getting to the good part too. The man above him had his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hanging open, obviously close already.
Hao only pulls back to lick at him with little kitten licks before standing up again.
There's barely time to feel disappointed though because what happens next almost kills Hanbin on the spot.
They move toward the bed and Hao pushes the man backward onto it.
The guy looks ridiculously happy about getting pushed around like that. Another weird man with some kind of hybrid fetish probably.
What's even so special about them anyway?
Oh.
Oh.
Wait.
Hanbin takes that thought back.
Hao strips naked in front of the bed and despite his lean frame, his cock—his hybrid cock, Hanbin's brain immediately corrects—hangs heavy and thick between his thighs.
And it's only half hard.
What the fuck.
Hanbin jerks up from the chair so quickly it nearly tips backward before he leans closer to the screen, immediately zooming in just to make sure he's actually seeing things properly right now.
It's so fucking big.
Bigger than anything Hanbin's ever seen on a human partner. Bigger than his own too, and Hanbin has always been proud of his size, of the way people usually gasp a little when he pulls it out.
But it's genuinely nothing compared to the hybrid.
Is it because Hao's a dog hybrid or are all hybrids naturally huge like this?
What the actual fuck.
Why didn't Hanbin know this information before now?
Then again, he's spent most of his life thinking of hybrids as lesser creatures instead of actual people.
"Fuck," Hanbin whispers into the empty apartment, his hand reaching down automatically to palm at the bulge in his pajama pants.
Why is this turning him on so much?
It suddenly feels like he has absolutely no control over his own body anymore. Heat floods through him from head to toe, overwhelming him the more he stares at the screen. Fuck.
And once it’s fully hard, it curves up against his stomach. Hanbin tries to see it properly, but the clip is black-and-white anyway, too grainy to make anything out clearly. He’s not sure he sees any wetness at all, but in his mind he imagines the tip slick with precum.
What the fuck.
Seriously, where does Hao hide this monstrosity in his pants? How does he walk around with something this heavy?
Hao pushes back against the man’s fingers, sounds getting punched out of him in uneven bursts that the camera doesn’t capture. Hanbin leans forward instinctively before catching himself, frustration tightening his jaw as he realizes how much he wants audio now too. Tears gather soon in Hao’s eyes at the delirium. He stops the man, shifting onto all fours like the dog he is, exposing his fluttering hole.
Hanbin presses harder against his bulge, watching Hao get fucked from behind, face buried into the pillow, tail lifted and curling to one side. The angle gives the camera a clearer view of his cock swinging uselessly beneath him. It must be dripping onto the sheets by now, and Hanbin wishes the quality were better somehow.
It’s just not enough.
Hanbin’s grip tightens on the edge of the chair. He keeps thinking about better angles and camera placement, maybe even sound capture next time. Does Hao do this often? Is this routine for him, or is Hanbin just lucky tonight?
There’s no pretending anymore.
His focus fractures completely, logic slipping out of reach as he stares at Hao’s dick. The original reason he came here feels distant now, buried under the need for him to cum.
Wasting no time, he pulls his cock out, stroking it as fast as he can, attention still locked on the screen. Hao gets pounded with his ears shifting between flattening and twitching, his mouth opening in silent reactions that don’t translate through the feed but are obvious enough to read. This all makes Hanbin’s orgasm begin to creep up on him.
Damn hybrids, Hanbin thinks, squeezing himself tighter. And their surprisingly huge dicks.
When Hao comes, Hanbin comes too, all over his fist, messy and unrestrained in contrast to how controlled he usually is. He slumps back for a second, breathing uneven, eyes still fixed on the screen as Hao’s cock pulses thick ropes onto the bed beneath him, untouched and completely spent.
Hanbin cleans himself up quickly, but keeps the app open while Hao moves through the bathroom afterward. It feels strangely intimate that they’re doing this together.
No, no, no. He forces his focus back into place.
Evidence. That’s all this is supposed to be. He shouldn't get infatuated with Hao and his monstrous cock.
The stranger leaves the apartment not long after. Must be Hao’s apartment, Hanbin corrects himself absently, even though he already knew. Hao returns from the bathroom, curls up on the bed, tail tucked loosely around his body like nothing ever happened.
Hanbin keeps watching longer than necessary. At Hao’s lifeless, pliant body. Hanbin could totally sneak into his house now to get a taste of that cock himself.
Eventually he settles back into his own bed, the glow of the phone still lighting the room in low blue tones as he drifts off without closing the feed.
His last coherent thought doesn’t belong in an investigation log.
It’s about where else he might need to place cameras for a better view, and whether adding sound capture would make the next time more useful.
****
As soon as Hanbin finishes solving three more theft cases the next day, he hurriedly leaves the station without even saying goodbye to his coworkers.
Inside the car, he checks the cameras in Hao’s apartment first, confirming that the hybrid still isn’t home yet. Maybe he’ll come back around the same time as yesterday again.
Possibly with another guy.
God.
Just the thought of Hao repeating last night has Hanbin swallowing hard. He catches his own reflection in the rearview mirror. He isn’t smiling, but even he can see the excitement glinting in his eyes.
He needs to stop this right now.
Go home, focus on work, solve his cases properly, and forget Zhang Hao ever existed.
But the cameras, though…
Right.
He needs to remove them first if he actually wants to move on from this whole thing.
****
When Hanbin finally lets himself into the hybrid’s apartment again, he immediately reaches for the camera hidden in the living room to take it down. His hand freezes on it though, brain running a mile a minute.
Because he really should arrest Zhang Hao.
If Hanbin manages to catch someone who’s slipped past police officers eight different times already, Captain Park might actually be impressed enough to bring him back onto the organized crime team.
He could kill two birds with one stone here.
Get revenge on Hao and get his position back.
Slowly, Hanbin manages to convince himself this is just him being thorough. That’s all. He simply needs better coverage for the investigation. He definitely won’t stare at the feed if Hao starts doing intimate stuff again.
His brain will magically erase every memory of the hybrid’s huge dick, and later tonight he can probably go find someone human to hook up with instead. Maybe that’ll finally cleanse his brain of all this hybrid nonsense.
That exact line of reasoning runs through Hanbin’s head while he pulls out two more cameras and a sound tapping device from his bag.
One he definitely should’ve left in the car if he truly came here intending to remove the surveillance equipment.
But whatever. He’s just being prepared.
Hanbin heads to the bedroom next, pulling up the recorded footage from yesterday on his phone while standing in the middle of Hao’s room. The bed is still slightly unmade from last night, dark sheets wrinkled beneath warm ambient lighting from the small lamp near the window.
The clip starts playing.
The one where Hao gets railed into the mattress.
God.
Even the image alone nearly has Hanbin sitting down on the same bed to jerk himself off all over again.
No.
Absolutely not.
He’s never jerking off to Zhang Hao again.
With painful effort, Hanbin drags his attention away from the bed and forces himself to focus on the technical side of things instead. He starts checking the room for blind spots, comparing the camera angles on his phone against the actual layout of the apartment.
Too focused on the screen, on the paused frame of Hao flushed and breathless with his cheek pressed into the mattress and his mouth hanging open, Hanbin never hears the apartment door unlock.
By the time the recording app sends a movement notification, it’s already too late.
"Well."
Hao’s voice comes from the bedroom doorway, casual enough to make Hanbin jump violently. He’s standing there with a shopping bag hanging from one wrist, ears tilted forward in interest.
Hanbin’s phone slips straight out of his hands.
Hao catches it midair with terrifyingly fast reflexes, tail going completely still behind him.
Fuck. Dog instincts.
Panicked, Hanbin immediately lunges to snatch the phone back, but Hao only lifts it higher with one hand, teasing him on purpose.
"Pleasure seeing you here, Detective," Hao says lightly, tilting the phone side to side in his grip.
Fucking hell.
If Hao actually looks at the screen, Hanbin loses every possible excuse he could’ve used. Right now he can still claim he came here investigating, checking for evidence, maybe following a lead.
Sure, he’d probably still get suspended. Maybe fired. Breaking and entering alone could ruin his career.
But that’s still better than hidden camera charges.
South Korea takes that kind of crime seriously, and as a police officer Hanbin already knows the punishment would be even harsher for him. That’s the problem with understanding the law too well. Hanbin can practically see himself in jail already.
His heart pounds harder every second, stomach twisting so badly he almost feels sick.
Seriously, can the ground just open up and swallow him whole?
Then Hao lowers the phone enough to actually glance at the screen.
Hanbin’s eyes widen instantly and he makes another desperate grab for it.
"Give that back," he snaps, lunging again, but Hao sidesteps easily this time, tail beginning to sway behind him.
"Hmm," Hao murmurs. He backs further into the bedroom to stay out of Hanbin’s reach, giggling under his breath while still holding the phone up.
"What exactly were you watching?"
Fuck. Hao clearly hasn't fully processed what he’s seeing.
Then Hanbin watches realization happen in real time. Hao’s eyes narrow slightly before he swipes at the screen and zooms in.
That’s it.
Hanbin completely deflates.
Instead of trying to fight for the phone again, he slowly drops down onto his knees.
"Please don’t report me," he blurts out immediately, throwing every remaining scrap of dignity straight out the window.
Hao pauses. He looks down at Hanbin with wide eyes, then back at the screen again.
"Is this my bedroom?" he asks slowly. "Is this me?"
Hanbin’s entire face burns hot with humiliation.
"It’s—I’m investigating—" he stammers weakly, words barely forming correctly anymore.
"You’re investigating my asshole?"
Hao turns the phone around so Hanbin can see the evidence of his own crimes reflected back at him. The paused footage shows Hao on his hands and knees with the other man's cock buried in him, his own massive dick hanging heavily beneath him.
"Very thorough police work," Hao says dryly.
"I can explain," Hanbin tries again, irritation creeping in underneath the panic now that Hao’s openly mocking him.
God, being powerless feels awful.
He can’t even properly snap back at the hybrid right now.
Hao crouches down until they’re face to face.
"Can you?" he asks softly.
One of his hands lifts slowly, brushing lightly against Hanbin’s face.
Ugh.
Not the hybrid hands.
Hanbin instinctively holds his breath and forces himself to stay still despite the way his heart suddenly feels like it’s beating somewhere in his throat.
"You know what this looks like, right?"
Trying hard not to snap, Hanbin shuts his eyes and nods.
Annoyingly, the hybrid spells it out.
"So this looks like you broke into my home. Breaking and entering." Hao lifts one finger as he counts, thumb folding into his palm. "Then illegally surveilled me with hidden cameras." Another finger closes down.
Fucking hell.
Hanbin feels heat crawl all the way up his neck.
"And then watched me have sex." Hao tilts his head slightly, smiling in an uncanny way. It makes Hanbin feel even worse somehow. "Sexual harassment? Or what’s that classified as?" His ears twitch once. "Detective, you’d know, right?"
Hanbin glares up at him while Hao folds another finger down against his palm.
"Then you..." Hao glances back at the phone screen, lips quirking upward. "Studied the footage very intently."
Another finger folds down.
"Look, I get it," Hanbin says quickly. "But it happened by chance. I was trying to investigate you, that’s all. I obviously don’t want to watch you have sex."
He intentionally makes the last part sound as condescending as possible.
That seems to hit a nerve.
Hao’s brows furrow immediately before he rises back to his feet, towering over Hanbin while staring him down.
"Investigative purposes?" he repeats flatly. "And you even recorded it."
Then he laughs once under his breath.
"I think you’re just a pervert, actually. Don’t you?"
A low growl slips into his voice near the end before he suddenly lifts one foot and presses it against Hanbin’s knee hard enough to make him yelp.
Hanbin looks up automatically, ready to argue back, but the expression on Hao’s face stops him cold.
The hybrid looks like he’s daring Hanbin to say one wrong thing.
So Hanbin shuts his mouth again, heart slamming painfully against his ribs.
From this angle he can see little flecks of gold mixed into Hao’s brown eyes and just how genuinely pissed off he seems beneath the teasing.
Fuck. Fuck.
He needs to salvage this somehow before Hao reports him.
Hanbin absolutely cannot go to jail for this.
"Hao-ssi, please," he says again, pressing his hands together desperately. "Don’t report me. I’ll do anything you want. If you want me to drop the charges and close your case, it’s done. Just...Please don’t report this."
If Hanbin survives this humiliation in one piece, he’s genuinely taking a week off work afterward just to recover mentally.
This is mortifying.
Hao slowly pulls his foot back.
"Get up," he says suddenly before turning away to toss Hanbin’s phone onto the bed.
Hanbin blinks in surprise but scrambles upright immediately once his brain catches up to the command.
Wait.
Does this mean Hao’s actually letting him go?
Oh, thank god. Maybe he’s unbelievably lucky after all.
But then Hao turns back around.
The annoyed crease between his brows is gone now, replaced with an oddly playful smile instead.
"Detective," he says in that stupidly cute voice from the interrogation room.
Hanbin immediately feels suspicious.
What has he gotten himself into now?
"Are you obsessed with me?" Hao asks casually.
"...What?"
Hao juts his lips into a pout, ears perking forward curiously while he blinks rapidly in an obvious attempt at aegyo.
What the hell is happening right now?
Is Hanbin supposed to play along with this or what?
Well, there’s absolutely no way he’s admitting to the obsession part.
"I’m not..."
"Nuh-uh," Hao interrupts coquettishly, shaking his head. "I think you hate that a hybrid outsmarted you."
His hand lifts slowly, fingertips tracing along Hanbin’s jaw with surprising gentleness.
Hanbin shivers despite himself and immediately struggles to maintain eye contact.
"And I think you couldn’t stop thinking about me," Hao continues softly. "So you developed a little obsession with a puppy."
Hanbin’s breath hitches at the words, subtle but noticeable enough that Hao catches it immediately.
The hybrid leans closer until his lips hover near Hanbin’s ear.
"I’m right, aren’t I?" he whispers softly. "Admit it, Detective. And maybe I’ll let you do something about it before I call the real police."
The threat sends panic shooting straight through Hanbin.
At the same time, the idea of Hao letting him do something about it makes his dick twitch painfully against the zipper of his pants.
"Fine," Hanbin grits out. "I installed the cameras because I wanted payback. And I watched you have sex yesterday. I also jerked off to you. Is that what you want to hear?"
The confession tumbles out too quickly, messy and rushed. Regret crashes into him immediately afterward.
As a detective, he should absolutely know better than to confess to crimes this openly. Hao could easily be recording this entire conversation right now and Hanbin would basically be handing over evidence himself.
Instant jail time.
The hybrid’s tail suddenly starts wagging behind him, weirdly delighted by the confession.
What the hell? Does Hao seriously have some kind of kink for making people obsessed with him?
How strange.
"That’ll do," Hao says lightly before stepping back.
Then he pulls his blue shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
Hanbin’s eyes immediately lock onto him.
Hao’s chest is lean and lightly dusted with soft golden fur that catches under the warm apartment lighting. Seeing him in person feels completely different from seeing him through grainy surveillance footage. Unfairly attractive.
Wow.
He looks really fucking good.
Hanbin is still staring with his mouth slightly open when Hao speaks again, stepping closer while tugging at the hem of Hanbin’s shirt.
"Take your clothes off, Detective. I don’t have all day."
Hanbin honestly can’t bring himself to say no.
He’s somehow getting the chance to have Hao however the hybrid wants him, and some deep hidden part of him still desperately hopes Hao might decide to fuck him with that huge cock.
But Hanbin is in absolutely no position to make demands right now.
So he’ll do exactly what Hao wants.
He strips with slightly shaking hands, anxiety sitting heavy in his stomach after everything that’s happened within the last twenty minutes. He almost got arrested for multiple crimes, begged a suspect not to report him, confessed to illegal surveillance, and now somehow he’s about to have sex with Zhang Hao.
Hanbin genuinely could not have imagined this outcome even in his worst moments.
The whole situation feels bizarrely unreal.
Like some kind of fever dream.
And honestly, he still isn’t sure if he should be doing this at all. Shame and want twist together so tightly inside him that he can’t separate one feeling from the other anymore.
Hao watches quietly the entire time, head tilted slightly while his ears twitch every now and then as Hanbin undresses in front of him.
Hanbin keeps his expression carefully blank, refusing to show too much emotion under Hao’s stare.
Then finally, once he’s completely naked, Hao’s gaze drops downward.
Hanbin’s length is thick and still on the softer side, but definitely big by human standards. Respectably big.
And after seeing the human Hao slept with last night, Hanbin is pretty sure that guy was nowhere near his size.
So despite himself, Hanbin watches Hao closely for a reaction.
"Nice," Hao says, sounding a little surprised. "But you already knew that, didn’t you?" he adds teasingly.
Hanbin resists the urge to roll his eyes.
Of course the hybrid wouldn’t hand out compliments that easily. What exactly was he expecting?
"Well, it is big," Hanbin replies just as smugly.
Hao furrows his brows at him. "You mean small?"
He pushes his pants down and steps out of them, and then his cock springs free, heavy, half-hard already, and massive.
Hanbin ignores the snide comment completely, too distracted wondering whether Hao is always half-hard like this or if he’s actually excited to have sex with him. He’s also painfully curious about what Hao looks like soft.
Right now, though, he’s too busy staring at the size of it in person to ask any of those questions.
Which is probably for the best.
This isn’t supposed to be friendly. Hanbin’s only doing this because he’s desperate to avoid prison, not because he and Hao suddenly became close or anything.
Still, his eyes flick briefly down to his own steadily hardening length before returning to Hao’s.
Fuck.
It’s so thick.
Even half-hard, it dwarfs Hanbin’s by an embarrassing margin. Hanbin honestly doesn’t understand how something that size fits inside another person.
Part of him suddenly wants to find out.
He catches himself licking his lips at the sight.
This is genuinely the first time in his life he’s had such a strong urge to bottom for somebody. Usually his ego alone is enough to make him want to top during hookups. The few times he bottomed were mostly out of boredom or frustration when toys stopped feeling satisfying, and even then he still liked staying somewhat in control.
But Zhang Hao and his stupidly huge dick is capable of short-circuiting his brain completely.
Hao steps closer and wraps a hand around Hanbin’s length.
Hanbin lets out a tiny sound before he can stop himself.
Just that already feels good.
"Compared to me," Hao murmurs, stroking once, "you are small. Tiny, even."
It’s hard to argue when the hybrid is objectively right.
Hanbin still slaps his hand away, albeit reluctantly.
Hao only giggles.
Then he wraps his own hand around himself instead. Large as they are, his fingers still can't fully close around his cock.
It looks obscene.
Hanbin watches, completely mesmerized, as Hao slowly strokes himself to full hardness. He gets so distracted staring that he forgets to touch himself at all.
"On the bed," Hao orders after a while. "On your back."
A little dazed, maybe genuinely cock-drunk from staring too long, Hanbin obeys automatically.
He climbs onto the bed and lays back exactly like Hao asked, watching the hybrid crawl over him.
God, this feels vulnerable.
He should flip them over instead. Pin Hao down. Make the hybrid squirm beneath him until he stops acting so smug.
It would probably look good, seeing Hao finally lose composure and submit to him.
Instead, Hanbin stays perfectly still while Hao straddles his hips, Hao’s heavy dick dragging hot against his stomach and leaving a slick trail behind.
The hybrid reaches toward the headboard to grab a bottle of lube.
Hanbin watches him shift his tail aside before reaching behind himself to slowly pull out a plug.
His eyes widen immediately.
Wow. Does Hao seriously walk around with one inside him all day?
That’s insane.
Hanbin is way too sensitive for that kind of thing. The one time he tried wearing a plug, he ended up coming in his pants before he even made it out of his apartment building. He genuinely can’t handle having something inside him for that long.
"That’s crazy," he says out loud before he can stop himself.
Hao, now reaching behind himself with lubed fingers to stretch open further, glances at him lazily. It finally settles properly into Hanbin’s brain then that Hao fully intends to bottom.
Ugh.
Disappointment crashes into him immediately.
Some stupid, hopeful part of him had genuinely been waiting until the very last second for Hao to suddenly decide he wanted to fuck him instead.
The hybrid lets out a long moan as he pushes another finger inside, falling forward slightly until one hand lands against Hanbin’s chest for balance.
"What is?" Hao asks breathlessly.
Hanbin bites down hard on his lip and shakes his head instead of answering.
The more he thinks about the fact that he’s not the one getting opened up right now, the less interested he feels. The excitement fizzles weirdly inside him.
What’s even the point if he can’t have Hao’s huge dick?
"You’re still soft," Hao observes after he finishes stretching himself open.
He reaches down and wraps a hand around Hanbin’s shaft.
Hanbin’s face scrunches slightly as it twitches weakly in Hao’s grip.
"All that fantasizing, and you’re not even fully hard for me?"
Ugh.
Heat rushes straight into Hanbin’s face.
He tries forcing himself harder out of sheer embarrassment, but it feels impossible now. And there’s absolutely no way he can explain the actual reason without humiliating himself even further.
Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Hanbin thinks desperately for a second.
Then his eyes drop back down to Hao’s length, hanging inches from his face and bobbing slightly.
An idea suddenly hits him.
"Wait," Hanbin chokes out just as Hao starts positioning himself. "I need..."
Hao pauses immediately, looking down at him in confusion.
Hanbin quickly lifts the hybrid off his lap and settles him back onto the mattress before leaning closer between his legs.
Then he grabs his own dick and presses it against Hao’s.
Using both hands, he wraps his fingers around them together, eyes immediately locking onto the precum slowly dripping from Hao’s tip. He feels this stupid urge to have a taste.
"What are you doing?" Hao asks, voice sounding thinner now. He manages to pull Hanbin’s attention back to his face.
Hanbin tries to make eye contact but he can’t bring himself to look him in the eye.
"One second," he mutters quickly, darting his eyes away.
His fingers can barely fit around both of them at once.
The size difference is actually insane.
Groaning softly under his breath, Hanbin starts rubbing them together, Hao’s thicker length sliding heavily against his own.
Finally, his length jerks properly in his hands, hardening fully at last. A bead of precum leaks from his tip and smears against Hao’s shaft.
"There it is," Hao murmurs, sounding deeply amused now. "You needed to feel small first."
"What..." Hanbin starts automatically, finally looking up toward Hao’s face.
But the denial dies before it even leaves his mouth.
There’s no point pretending anymore.
Hanbin likes the way Hao’s cock makes his own look insignificant. He likes the weight of it resting in his hands, likes how Hao’s tip still pushes past his own every time he presses them together.
"You’re weird," Hao says with a wide smile, ears perked up happily. "Is this your first time seeing a puppy dick or something?"
Well.
It is.
But Hanbin keeps quiet, laying back down while Hao shifts himself over him again.
He moves forward to push his tail out of the way, exposing his hole. Hanbin can’t properly see it from where he’s laying, but he definitely feels it when Hao slowly sinks down onto his hard cock.
Fuck.
Of course he’s good at this.
At this point, Hanbin is starting to think hybrids might genuinely be some kinds of sex gods. He should fuck more hybrids. Hao rolls his hips against him expertly and Hanbin’s vision blurs from how good it feels.
Wow.
Maybe Hao riding him isn’t so bad after all.
The hybrid doesn’t waste any time either, eagerly bouncing up and down with both hands planted against Hanbin’s chest for balance.
His fingers pinch at the sun, star and moon tattoo stretched across Hanbin’s chest, making him yelp. “Are detectives allowed to have tattoos?” the hybrid teases before pinching again.
Hanbin swats his hands away with a glare. “I got it in high school,” he explains, even though it’s really none of Hao’s business.
“You had a rebellious phase, I see.” Hao giggles, already a little breathless from the effort. His hands drift lower, rubbing at Hanbin’s hardening nipple until Hanbin forgets whatever response he’d been about to give. It feels too good to stop Hao, so he just lets out another helpless sound instead.
Then his attention drops, distracted by the way Hao’s cock moves with every roll of his hips. It brushes wetly against Hanbin’s stomach, leaving a slick mess across his abs.
It feels ridiculously good.
"You’re not looking at me," Hao says breathlessly, rolling his hips in a way that makes Hanbin’s toes curl hard against the sheets.
Pleasure shoots straight up his spine.
Usually Hanbin lasts a long time, enough that people complain about it sometimes, but right now he honestly isn’t sure he’ll survive another few minutes without coming.
"I’m riding you, Detective," Hao continues, voice turning slightly whiny. "The least you could do is pretend to pay attention."
But Hanbin barely hears him.
He suddenly feels weirdly thirsty instead.
The amount of fluids dripping from Hao has his mouth watering despite himself. He keeps thinking about how badly he wants to lean forward and suck Hao at the same time, licking him clean while Hao rides him.
But would it even fit in his mouth?
It’s so fucking big.
Maybe it would if he really tried.
It takes actual effort not to lean forward and test it immediately.
Instead, Hanbin just keeps staring, mentally imagining the feeling of it in his mouth while his eyes follow every sway and downward movement obsessively.
Then, before he can stop himself, the fantasy shifts.
Now he’s imagining that same huge cock inside him instead.
Stretching him open. Making him scream. Reaching every spot without Hao even needing to move.
Hanbin genuinely thinks he might come the second it pushes inside him.
The thought alone makes his own dick twitch sharply, and Hao moans loudly the moment he feels it.
"What are you thinking about?" Hao gasps, riding him faster now, tail wagging furiously behind him. "Tell me..."
Hanbin bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood and stubbornly says nothing.
When he can’t hold back anymore, he reaches down to grab Hao’s dick. His hands still can’t properly fit around it, but fuck, it feels good having Hao thrust into his grip with every movement of his hips.
"Ah, ah, ah," Hao moans brokenly when Hanbin swipes his thumb across the slit, gathering the precum there.
Hao comes first.
He spills across Hanbin’s chest and fist in thick ropes while his ass clenches hard around Hanbin’s cock.
Fuck.
Hanbin immediately pulls his hand back and shoves his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean like he’s been wanting to all along.
“Are you licking my cum? Pervert!” Hao gasps, even in the middle of his orgasm. Hanbin barely has the attention to argue back.
The sight in front of him is too precious to miss. Hao’s cock keeps twitching longer than normal while his face stays flushed a deep pink, ears pinned flat against his head, moans spilling freely from his mouth. Combined with Hao’s taste still lingering on Hanbin’s tongue, it all becomes too much at once. It’s enough to push Hanbin over the edge.
Hanbin comes with a choked sound, spilling inside the hybrid while writhing helplessly against the bed from the intensity of it.
Afterward, he barely moves.
He vaguely feels Hao getting off him at some point to clean himself up in the bathroom.
Honestly, Hanbin feels a little ridiculous now. He basically got used like a human fleshlight and somehow still ended up completely boneless afterward, flushed with lingering humiliation.
The orgasm itself wasn’t even as satisfying as he expected.
Still good though. Very good.
When Hao finally comes back into the room, he bends down to gather Hanbin’s clothes before tossing them onto the bed beside him.
"Get out," Hao says casually. "You can’t fall asleep here."
Hanbin sighs heavily and forces himself upright, pulling his clothes on with slightly shaky movements.
"Take your cameras with you on the way out," Hao adds, not even looking away from his phone anymore. "Next time you want to watch, just ask."
"There won’t be a next time," Hanbin lies immediately.
Hao smiles at that, all teeth.
"Sure, Detective," he says lightly. "Whatever you say."
There’s still one thing Hanbin desperately needs to know before leaving.
He gathers what little courage he has left and awkwardly clears his throat.
"So you won’t report me for..." He gestures vaguely around the room instead of finishing the sentence.
Hao slowly lifts an eyebrow.
Then he just stares at Hanbin silently for so long that Hanbin genuinely starts wondering if he’s about to piss himself from anxiety.
Finally, Hao giggles.
"I won’t," he says. "Now get out."
Hanbin pulls out all the cameras one after the other while Hao sits on his bed, giggling at his phone. When he's done, he doesn't bother saying a word to the hybrid. Hanbin just walks back to his car with his head lowered the entire way.
If he had a tail right now, it would absolutely be tucked between his legs.
****
One week.
Hanbin manages to last exactly seven days before he can’t take it anymore.
He jerks off constantly now. In the shower, in his car, sometimes even in the station bathroom while technically still on duty, all while thinking about Hao’s dick.
He even buys a plug and a ridiculously huge dildo, deciding he needs to train himself for it.
At first, he lies to himself about the reason. Claims he’s just curious what something that size feels like inside him.
But the second Hanbin finally manages to push it past his tight fluttering hole, enduring the sharp stretch and ache that comes with it, pleasure floods through him so intensely his head goes all fuzzy. He knows right then that he's doing this again.
The dildo is nearly twice the size of the one he normally uses, but somehow Hanbin still forces himself to take it properly.
Maybe it helps that he already knows exactly how big Hao is.
Every time it hurts, Hanbin just thinks about Hao instead and keeps going.
Giving up genuinely never feels like an option.
He even fucks himself on it in front of a mirror until his entire room becomes a mess.
Lube smears across the floor and mirror while streaks of precum fog the glass, but Hanbin barely notices any of it. He just keeps chasing the feeling over and over again, imagining it’s actually Hao fucking him instead.
For the first time in his life, he even catches himself fantasizing about being smaller than somebody else.
About being helpless beneath them.
Another time, Hanbin ends up face down against the rug in his bedroom, reaching behind himself to repeatedly shove the dildo back into his hole while muffling desperate noises into the carpet.
Every orgasm feels overwhelming and heavenly.
But afterward, instead of satisfaction, frustration settles in immediately.
Because Hanbin doesn’t actually want the toy anymore.
He wants the real thing. He wants Hao.
He wants Hao pinning him into the floor and mounting him properly.
At some point, he even ends up researching puppy hybrids online and discovers they have knots.
Actual knots. The idea of Hao physically locking him in place short-circuits his brain.
Most of the articles and forums complain about how painful it is.
Hanbin wants it anyway.
Maybe because he wants the pain too. Or maybe because he wants Hao badly enough that the thought of it doesn’t scare him anymore.
He wants to get fucked stupid until he can’t think straight afterward. Then he wants Hao to fuck his mouth too, rough enough to leave him gasping and ruined.
The desires keep building faster than he can process them.
Soon the plug becomes a constant thing.
Whenever Hanbin stops long enough to shower, eat, or force himself through work, he plugs himself back up immediately afterward, irrationally terrified of losing progress stretching himself out.
Even when it makes him squirm constantly and nearly milks himself dry from sensitivity alone, he still forces himself to endure it.
By the seventh day, the second Hanbin wakes up, he goes straight to Hao’s apartment.
He pounds against the door hard enough to rattle it, running entirely on impulse with absolutely no plan besides somehow begging for Hao’s dick and knot.
Unfortunately, Hao isn’t home.
Still restless, Hanbin follows instinct more than logic and eventually ends up back near the warehouse district. The same place Hao originally got accused of stealing from.
And there Hao is.
He’s leaning casually against the side of a warehouse, right in the middle of what very obviously looks like some kind of shady exchange.
Hanbin watches from a distance as Hao pulls something from his bag and hands it over to another hybrid. Maybe a rabbit hybrid from the ears, though Hanbin can’t get a proper look from where he’s standing.
But he definitely sees money change hands afterward.
What the fuck is going on there? Is that drugs or something worse?
Hanbin should call it in right there and let patrol handle it.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he waits until Hao leaves the area and follows him in his car for the rest of the day.
By evening, when Hao ends up in a narrow, shady walkway between two older buildings, Hanbin finally parks and steps out.
He corners the hybrid against a chain-link fence, cuffs already in his hand.
“You’re joking,” Hao says immediately, ears flattening as he looks pissed. “After everything, you’re arresting me again?”
“You’re a criminal,” Hanbin says, but even the pressure of standing this close, with Hao’s tail brushing against him at this angle, sends a shiver straight through him and makes his voice shake. The tail grazes lightly against Hanbin’s crotch and it feels so good it makes his brain go blank for a second. God, is he really this touch-starved that something like this is affecting him?
“Stay still,” he forces out, trying to steady his breathing.
Hao clicks his tongue but relaxes anyway, tail tucking in more carefully now.
Hanbin snaps the cuffs on with trembling hands.
“I’m taking you to my office,” he whispers near Hao’s ear. “You’re not officially arrested. But don’t say a word until we get there.”
He lets go.
Hao looks up at him with a smirk that says he’s holding back too many thoughts, but he thankfully stays quiet.
The entire ride is silent at first.
Hao stares out the window while Hanbin grips the wheel too tightly, his heart hammering the whole way. His mind keeps slipping back to the lube in his desk drawer, the plug he put in that morning and still hasn’t taken out.
He shifts slightly in his seat.
The plug moves.
Fuck.
Hanbin has to force himself to make conversation before Hao notices there’s something shoved inside him. Well, if everything goes according to plan, the hybrid will find out soon enough anyway.
“What were you exchanging earlier today?” he asks. Hao turns toward him with a confused look.
The hybrid tilts his head. “What are you talking about?”
Rolling his eyes, Hanbin adds a sharper edge to his voice. “I saw you hand someone a package and take money for it.”
A dozen emotions flash across Hao’s face before he looks away, and right then Hanbin knows he’s finally caught him in something. So it was illegal after all.
“Were you stalking me?” Hao asks once he finds his voice again.
Trying to deflect, of course. A clear sign of a criminal.
Hanbin can deflect too. “And how is your house so…” He gestures vaguely with one hand against the steering wheel, trying to keep his attention split between the road and Hao’s reaction. “So nice. Did you steal that too?”
A scoff comes from beside him, followed by something muttered under Hao’s breath that sounds like a curse in another language Hanbin doesn’t recognize. Chinese, maybe. Hanbin shoots him a glare.
“Wouldn’t you like to know what I do…” Hao starts, turning back to him with that irritatingly coquettish tone. “Detective Hanbin.”
Seems like he’s not going to tell Hanbin today. Fine. Hanbin drops it and focuses on driving instead. There’s nothing he can’t figure out eventually. He’ll just have to work harder to uncover everything about the hybrid.
****
It’s past work hours for the day shifters by now, and Hanbin shares the station with two other detectives. They rarely stay late, but he still finds himself hoping, desperately, that neither of them is around tonight.
He keeps his head down as he walks in, ignoring everyone like usual. Nothing about this is technically unusual in a precinct like this, where officers bring in suspects at odd hours all the time.
Still, his pulse doesn’t calm down.
He leads Hao straight into his office, which is mercifully empty, and shuts the door. Then he pulls the blinds closed too.
“Uncuff me,” Hao says the second he’s seated.
“Not yet.”
Hanbin drops to his knees in front of him without really thinking, and the one question that has been sitting in his chest just slips out.
“Do you have a knot too?” he asks.
“What?” Hao scoffs, genuinely caught off guard.
Hanbin swallows hard, trying to make him understand.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Hao-ssi. About your—” he gestures vaguely toward Hao’s body, and Hao’s eyes follow the movement, still wide. “I want it. I want you to—” he cuts off, unable to finish, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. “Please.”
Hao stares at him for a long moment.
Then something in his expression shifts, his eyes sharpening and his ears tipping forward.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks slowly.
Now that it’s said so plainly, Hanbin realizes just how insane all of this sounds.
Fuck.
But he still nods miserable and desperate.
"Uncuff me first," Hao says, holding his bound wrists up casually.
Hanbin, too eager to hear the answer and too far gone to think properly, just moves. His hands shake slightly as he reaches for the key and unlocks the cuffs, releasing Hao’s wrists.
The second they’re free, everything happens fast.
Hao twists, grabs him, and slams Hanbin face-first against the desk in one smooth motion, his glasses rattling hard against the surface. Hanbin had even forgotten he was still wearing them. He gasps at the force and instinctively tries to kick back the way his police training taught him.
But cold metal snaps around his wrists.
Too late.
Hao had taken the spare cuffs from his belt at some point without him even noticing.
“Let me go!” Hanbin struggles against the desk, metal clicking as he tries to push himself up. “Uncuff me now, Zhang Hao.”
Hao leans in close behind him, pressing his body against Hanbin’s back.
Hanbin’s mind short-circuits on how it feels to have the hybrid pressed up against him like that.
“We’re even now,” Hao breathes against his ear. He’s already hard, Hanbin notices with a sharp jolt of awareness.
“You broke into my home. You spied on me. You jerked off to me without permission.” He grinds slightly against Hanbin, making him gasp. “Why should I give you what you want?”
Forgetting about getting freed entirely, Hanbin starts pushing back instinctively, trying to meet the movement behind him.
“Please,” he whines, hating how badly he needs this. “Please, Hao, I need—”
“Need what?” Hao’s hand slides forward, gripping Hanbin through his pants. “This?”
A broken sound slips out of Hanbin’s throat and his vision blurs slightly as Hao presses the plug deeper with every shift of his hips.
“Your cock,” Hanbin sobs, hips bucking despite himself as he tries to pull away from the pressure behind him. “I need your cock inside me, please, I’ve been thinking about it for days, I can’t—”
“Shh.”
Hao’s other hand covers his mouth.
“Someone might hear you, Detective. And then what? Your colleagues finding you handcuffed to your own desk, begging a hybrid to fuck you?”
Hanbin moans into his palm, completely humiliated.
This is exactly what his brain has been chasing.
“I could call your Captain right now,” Hao continues casually, still grinding slowly against him. “Show him exactly how desperate you are. Is that what you want?”
Even that makes Hanbin shiver.
He’d lose everything, obviously.
But the idea of someone walking in and seeing him like this, with Hao right there, does something worse to him instead.
He shakes his head quickly, trying to deny it.
“Of course, you’d like that,” Hao teases anyway, like he can read him perfectly. “What was that about my knot earlier? You want a puppy to knot you too?”
His tone lifts at the end, playful and mocking.
Yes.
Hanbin wants to say it.
But all that comes out is a muffled moan against Hao’s hand as everything keeps building at once; Hao’s grip on his cock through his pants, and the pressure of the plug pressing right against his prostate and making his thoughts go blank.
Hanbin feels like he’s going to cum any second.
“Answer me!” Hao scolds, even while still pressing against Hanbin’s mouth.
Well, how is he supposed to answer? He swallows hard and forces out a nod eventually.
Hao leans in until his chin rests on Hanbin’s shoulder. “Then beg properly.”
“I’ll do anything,” Hanbin gasps the moment Hao pulls his hands away and stops moving against him. It feels like he’s showing Hanbin exactly what he’d be missing if this stops.
Hanbin already knows. He’s spent the last three days thinking about nothing else. No reminders are necessary.
“Anything you want. Just—please—”
The hybrid behind him giggles softly.
Then Hao turns Hanbin’s face slightly and kisses him.
It’s rough and there's no hesitation or warning, but Hanbin still manages to meet him halfway, opening his mouth wider. Saliva mixes between them and drips down their chins, but Hao doesn’t pull away, just keeps pushing in, taking his time with it.
Only when he finally pulls back does he speak.
“You’ll drop the charges,” Hao says, leaning in again to press another quick kiss to Hanbin’s lips. “This one, and any future ones. You’ll leave me alone unless I ask you to come over.”
“Yes,” Hanbin says immediately, leaning in again for another kiss.
Hao blocks him with a hand over his mouth.
“And you’ll admit you lost to me.”
That part barely even registers as difficult anymore. Hanbin’s pride has already been gone for days, somewhere between the first camera feed and him fucking himself on that dildo.
“I lost to you,” he says, breath shaky. “I underestimated you and—” He exhales sharply. “You won. I lost.”
Hao’s tail wags hard against the desk.
“Good boy.”
He presses one last kiss to Hanbin’s lips before stepping back.
“Now, where is your lube?”
“In one of the drawers,” Hanbin answers. Then, remembering how uncomfortable it is to be pressed against the desk with his glasses on, he adds, “Can you take my glasses off too?”
Hao crouches by the drawers and starts searching through them, ignoring the request entirely.
Hanbin leans back against the desk, trying to steady his breathing as he hears drawers open and close, then the sharp snap of a cap.
“Gonna prep you for my knot now, Detective,” Hao murmurs, reaching down to unbuckle Hanbin’s jeans while pressing in close enough to make Hanbin’s breath catch again. Like an afterthought, he finally tugs Hanbin’s glasses off his face, giving him a brief wave of relief.
Hanbin almost says he’s already prepared, but the words don’t make it out properly.
Hao continues, voice lighter now.
“I have to say I’m quite surprised. People usually run the second they see my size. I’ve basically stopped offering.” He pauses and then lets out a soft laugh. “And here you are, offering yourself to me.”
He pulls Hanbin’s jeans down.
Hanbin only hums, too focused on the sensation to respond properly.
His underwear comes down next. And Hao pauses sharply. His breath catches when he sees the plug still seated firmly in Hanbin’s ass.
Oh no. Hanbin almost forgot about the plug.
"Oh," Hao says once he finds his words again, genuinely surprised. "Well. Someone came prepared."
Hanbin buries his face into the cool wood of his desk. "I—I put it in this morning." Even saying it out loud feels humiliating, but he forces himself to continue anyway. "I was hoping—"
“You were hoping I’d agree to fuck you?” Hao cuts in, laughing out loud.
“Keep quiet!” Hanbin snaps immediately, voice sharp with panic as he listens for any sign someone might be passing outside the office.
The next thing he feels is Hao twisting the plug.
Hanbin lets out a whine, louder than he intended, and Hao laughs again right behind him.
“Who should keep quiet now?” Hao taunts, pulling the plug out in one go.
Hanbin bites down hard on his lip, trying to stay silent while Hao takes his time prodding inside him again, slicking everything up with a lot of lube.
There’s so much of it that it feels excessive, sticky and cold in a way that starts to make Hanbin second-guess himself.
Maybe it really is that big.
Maybe Hao is preparing him like this for a reason.
But he’s too stubborn, too prideful to back out now, so he stays still and endures it, mouth hanging slightly open as he gets fingered open.
When Hao finally seems satisfied, he pulls back.
“Hm,” he murmurs.
Hanbin shifts against the cuffs to look back at him. Hao is staring directly at him now, watching closely as he lubes himself up.
“I think you’re ready to take it,” Hao says.
Then he looks up.
“Been practicing?” he teases.
Flushed with embarrassment, Hanbin turns forward again instead of answering.
The first press of Hao’s cock against him makes Hanbin’s knees buckle instantly. He almost slips off the desk, trying to move away on instinct, but Hao steadies him with a hand at his waist.
“Don’t worry,” Hao says, though it doesn’t help at all. “I’ll go very slow.”
If this is slow, then what is fast supposed to feel like?
What exactly has Hanbin gotten himself into?
Hao is just too thick. Impossibly so.
There is no way this is going to fit.
Hao presses in again and Hanbin nearly loses his voice entirely, twisting back as far as the cuffs allow.
“Wait—” he chokes out, breath coming in short, uneven pulls. “It’s too big.”
Hao sighs, then snakes a hand around to grab Hanbin’s cock.
“I’m sure you can take it,” he murmurs. “Detective, just endure for me, okay?”
Hanbin nods quickly, trying to focus on the sensation of Hao jerking him off while slowly feeding himself inside.
The stretch burns sharply at first, intense enough to make his vision blur, but underneath it there’s something else too, something that makes his thoughts scatter.
It starts to feel… good. An amazing feeling. This is so much better than Hanbin’s dildo, what the fuck?
He feels full in a way he can’t properly describe. Like Hao is deeper than he should be, even breathing feels different now.
“How long until it’s fully in?” Hanbin asks, voice unsteady, needing to know so he can prepare himself better.
Maybe he can even push back into it properly, take the rest of it all at once.
He doesn’t expect Hao’s answer.
“Oh,” Hao says calmly. “This is just the tip.”
Hanbin’s eyes go wide and he twists around to look, thinking Hao must be messing with him.
He can’t see it clearly from this angle, but yeah, most of Hao’s cock is still outside his ass, fully hard.
Fuck. What the fuck.
“Why is it so big?” Hanbin cries out, tears streaming freely down his face now.
Hao stops moving completely at that.
“Is it too much? Do you want to stop?” he asks, voice suddenly more careful. Even the usual snide tone Hanbin expects doesn’t show up. He actually sounds concerned.
But Hanbin has already come this far. He can’t back out now.
He can do it.
Just a little more. Just a bit more—
“No,” he says, firming his voice even as it shakes. “No.”
Hao exhales and reaches forward, stroking down his spine with one hand while the other guides himself forward again with slow, steady pressure.
“You’re doing so well, Detective,” he says softly. “Taking my cock so well. You’re so good.”
The praise makes Hanbin happy. It shouldn’t, but it does. This is exactly why people shouldn’t praise overachievers like him, because suddenly Hanbin wants to do even more just to hear it again.
Hao had mentioned before how most of his partners get scared off.
Hanbin isn’t scared right now. He might be the first one in a while who isn’t. He's special, doing good for Zhang Hao.
So he forces himself to stay steady and take more.
He sobs as he pushes back to get more, the stretch intense as Hao keeps pressing in slowly, but he doesn’t stop anymore. He just keeps going.
The pain starts to fade the longer it goes on. And eventually, Hao sinks all the way in until Hanbin can feel the hybrid's heavy balls pressed against his ass, the full weight of him settled deep.
Fuck. Where did it even go?
Hanbin gets his answer a second later when Hao pulls his hands away from his back and instead grips his stomach, lifting him slightly off the desk.
“Wow,” Hao says casually, like this isn’t anything insane. “I’ve missed this.”
Missed this.
The words hit like a physical blow. Hanbin gasps loudly at the shift in angle and the feeling of Hao's hands on his tummy, but his mind is racing.
Who else? Who else did Hao fuck with his huge cock in the past? It’s irrational jealousy at best, but Hanbin can't help but frown.
Then a more important thought crashes into him.
Is that Hao inside his stomach?
He wants to feel it to be sure, but his hands are still restricted. From the way Hao presses down, it seems there’s already a visible bulge forming in his lower abdomen.
“Is that you?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer.
Hao lets out a small laugh at that.
“Of course,” he says. “I’m big. You’re going to feel it in your belly.”
“I want to feel with my hands too,” Hanbin says immediately, shaking his cuffed hands toward him.
Hao sighs like he’s not thrilled about the request, but he’s still inside Hanbin and still making him feel completely wrecked from the inside out as he reaches down to grab the key and unlocks the cuffs.
Hanbin rubs his wrists the second they’re free, ignoring the soreness, then immediately reaches down to press his hand against the bulge in his stomach.
It feels strange. Not able to feel it properly from where he's laying on the desk.
“Wait, pull out,” Hanbin says, wiggling his ass like it would somehow make Hao’s dick come out faster. “I want to see too. Let’s change positions,” he explains.
“Ohh, okay,” Hao agrees easily.
The drag of his cock through Hanbin’s walls makes Hanbin moan out loud again, already missing the feeling of being filled.
As soon as the hybrid pulls out, Hanbin turns around quickly to face him and immediately pulls Hao into a kiss.
He’s already missed kissing him.
Hao giggles against his mouth as Hanbin sucks on his plump lips.
“Put it back in,” Hanbin whispers.
“Someone’s eager,” Hao teases.
And despite how slow he went earlier, Hanbin quickly realizes he is not like that this time.
"Up," Hao orders, tapping his hip. "Sit on the desk."
Hanbin scrambles to obey, boosting himself up onto the hard wood. The edge digs into the back of his thighs, cool and unforgiving through his rumpled trousers. He's still mostly dressed—shirt bunched under his armpits, tie hanging loose, pants tangled around his ankles restricting his movement.
Hao looks amused watching him struggle on the desk. Then, almost as an afterthought, he reaches for Hanbin's glasses on the desk and moves to place them on Hanbin's face.
Hanbin wants to protest that they're going to break, but before he can, the hybrid presses a hand to his mouth. "I like you with the glasses on."
Blush creeps up Hanbin's cheeks at the praise, and he suddenly doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. Before he can pull himself back to the present, Hao steps between Hanbin's legs, grips his knees, and pushes them up, until Hanbin's legs are folded nearly to his chest, his heels hooking over Hao's shoulders.
"Hold them," Hao commands, and Hanbin grabs his own knees, pulling himself open, obscenely exposed.
Hao practically shoves his length into Hanbin in one thrust, making Hanbin let out a long, broken moan so loud it echoes through the office. The sound bounces off the gray walls, the filing cabinets and the fluorescent lights overhead.
God, Hanbin hopes nobody walked past just now.
"You should have gone slow," Hanbin manages to scold, though his voice immediately breaks into a cry as the stretch burns again.
It feels like his hole is going to split open. But at the same time, it also feels like he's whole again. That doesn't even make sense.
Ugh. What is Zhang Hao doing to him?
"Sorry," Hao giggles, not sounding sorry at all. "Can I move now?" he asks impatiently.
Hanbin swallows and looks down at the bulge in his stomach again, completely fixated on it. It's visible now—obscene, the outline of Hao's cock pressing up against his lower abdomen. He presses a hand down on it and the sensation sends a sharp jolt through him, the hardness shifting beneath his palm with every slight movement Hao makes.
Hanbin feels like he might actually pee, wow.
Will it feel better once Hao starts moving?
Determined to find out, he nods quickly.
"Yeah. Fuck me, please." The words come out without hesitation or shame anymore.
"Your face is so hilarious sometimes," Hao notes.
Hanbin looks up in confusion, but Hao doesn't explain.
Instead, he pulls back until only the tip remains, then braces a hand on Hanbin's shoulders and starts moving.
Devastating thrusts hit the exact right spot every time, and Hanbin chokes on the sounds being forced out of him. The slap-slap-slap of wet skin on skin fills the office, loud and insane mixing with Hanbin's broken moans and Hao's ragged breathing. Sweat drips from Hao's chin onto Hanbin's inner thighs, and Hanbin realizes his own shirt is damp against his back, stuck to the wood with perspiration.
Fuck. It feels so good.
Hanbin keeps one hand pressed to his stomach, pushing down every time Hao's cock bulges there, and the rhythm locks in easily between them. Hao moving in and out, Hanbin pressing back down in time with it, feeling the ridge of the head drag through his walls beneath his fingers.
"Tell me how it feels," Hao orders, picking up speed slightly as he starts pulling Hanbin back onto him instead. His grip on Hanbin's shoulders tightens, thumbs pressing into bone, and Hanbin can feel the heat of him even through the fabric of his shirt.
It's hard to speak properly, but Hanbin forces the words out between broken sounds.
"I love this," he gasps after a particularly rough thrust that makes the desk rattle beneath them, pens scattering to the floor. "I love your dick. I love how big you are—fuck—"
Hao fucks into him harder, chasing the admission. The wood is slick with their sweat now, Hanbin's glasses sliding down his nose until he can't see anything but the blur of Hao's flushed face and the obscene bulge shifting beneath his palm.
His tail curls tightly with pleasure, ears perked forward as he watches Hanbin completely fall apart over his desk.
"You should see yourself," Hao pants, clearly getting a little strained but still not slowing down. Sweat darkens the golden fur on his chest, and his cock—massive, splitting Hanbin open—glistens with every withdrawal before slamming back in. "Stuffed full of hybrid cock, begging for more."
Hanbin can’t answer.
He can barely form words anymore, just repeating brokenly,
“Knot—knot—”
“What was that?” Hao asks, leaning his ears closer. Hanbin knows he can hear him. Dog hybrids have good hearing abilities after all. He just wants Hanbin to repeat it.
Hanbin would willingly do so if it gets him what he wants. “Knot—m-me,” he stammers out, voice wrecked and desperate. “I want your knot.”
Hanbin’s orgasm chooses that moment to sneak up on him. He comes untouched, spilling across his own desk with a broken cry, his ass squeezing down hard on Hao's cock in rhythmic pulses that make the hybrid groan.
"You asked for it," is what Hao gives as a warning before Hanbin feels something weird happening.
At first it's just pressure—a thickening at the base where Hao's cock meets his body, the already-stretching rim forced to accommodate something more. Then it swells rapidly, bulbous and firm, widening Hanbin further.
It hurts so bad. No, It burns. Hanbin writhes on the desk, trying instinctively to pull away, to escape the stretch.
"Ah—no, wait—" he sobs, hands flying to Hao's hips, pushing weakly. "It's too big, I can't—”
Hao doesn't let him go. He bends Hanbin in half, folding him nearly double, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand while the other grips the edge of the desk for leverage. The shift in angle drives the knot deeper, pressing against Hanbin's prostate, and the panic mixes with pleasure so intense he sees stars.
"Too late," Hao breathes, grinding deep, small thrusts that go nowhere because the knot has locked them together, stretching his rim to its absolute limit. "You're taking it. Taking all of it."
He starts to come, and Hanbin feels the first hot pulse, then another, then flood. Hao pumps him full of cum with short, helpless jerks of his hips, each spurt adding to the pressure inside, filling him until there's nowhere left for it to go. The knot keeps it all trapped and keeps Hanbin open to take it.
Hanbin can do nothing but take it while crying loudly, face wet with tears. His own spend starts to cool on his stomach while Hao keeps filling him. Breeding him.
The bulge in his lower belly grows visibly bigger, rounding out from the sheer volume—Hao's cock still buried to the hilt, the knot pulsing, the cum packing him full until he looks pregnant and stuffed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Hao chants, delirious, his forehead pressed to Hanbin's shoulder, breath hot and ragged against his neck. "There, there—there—filled you with my pups.”
Hanbin sobs, writhing weakly, but the movement only makes the knot shift inside him. It presses harder against his prostate until the pain starts to blur into pleasure. He can't escape even if he wanted to, and the helplessness of it makes his soft cock twitch and grind down onto the knot.
"That's it," Hao pants, feeling him relax. "Good boy. Good little cop. Taking my knot like you were built for it." He licks the tears from Hanbin's cheek. "How does it feel? Being bred?”
Hanbin can't answer. He just whines, high and broken, his legs wrapped around Hao's waist, holding him closer instead of pushing him away now.
"Can't pull out," Hao murmurs, settling his weight more fully on top of Hanbin. Feels like a cuddle. "We have to wait a while. You're stuck with me, Detective. My knot's got you. See, we don't even need handcuffs."
Time blurs after that. Hao keeps talking Hanbin's ears off while Hanbin hums along to his nonsense.
Eventually—after like five minutes, Hanbin can't tell—the swelling starts to subside. Hao's cock softens slightly, the knot deflating enough that movement becomes possible, though the stretch is still obscene when Hao finally starts to pull out.
The drag is devastating. Hanbin sobs as the thick bulb pops free, his hole gaping and cluttering open around nothing. A flood of cum threatens to spill out immediately, but Hao is faster—grabs the plug from the desk, the one Hanbin wore all morning, and shoves it back in to secure him in place.
"Ah," Hanbin moans loudly at the feeling.
It's wrong.
It's wrong.
The plug is now a joke, barely registering after the knot kept him open and full. He clenches around it helplessly, trying to find the pressure and the stretch, but it's gone. Hao is gone, the lock is broken, and he's just a sloppy mess sealed with silicone. He feels empty despite his belly still huge, still distended from the sheer volume Hao pumped into him.
Hao has to manhandle him to get him into the chair. Hanbin's legs won't hold him—his thighs shake violently, knees knocking together, ankles barely supporting his weight as Hao drags him around the desk.
His arms are no better, trembling so hard he can't even grip the desk edge for support. He collapses into his chair like a marionette with cut strings, spineless and boneless, slumped against the leather with his legs splayed open because he can't summon the energy to close them.
Every part of him is sore. His hole, obviously, tender and swollen and clutching at the too-small plug. His lower back, bruised from where the desk edge dug in. His hips, aching from being held open in Hao's firm grip. His throat, raw from moaning. Even his stomach feels sore, internally aching from the pressure, from being fucked so deep he could feel it in his gut.
“Same time tomorrow?” Hao asks, pulling his clothes back on like he didn’t just destroy a man.
"I—what?" Hanbin lifts his head to look at him in disbelief. His neck barely supports the movement, wobbling. He's so sore, so thoroughly wrecked, and he's not sure how he's going to stand up—let alone drive home—when his entire body is trembling like a leaf. He'll have to take a taxi, probably, and pray the driver doesn't notice the plug in his ass, the cum sealed inside him, the way he walks like he got fucked within an inch of his life.
Which he did.
And here Hao is talking about a next time.
"You heard me." Hao smiles, tail swaying, adjusting his collar in the mirror. "You promised to give up the criminal investigations, but you didn't say anything about social visits." He leans down, kissing Hanbin's flushed cheek, and Hanbin flinches at the casual intimacy after what just happened. "Besides, I think you need more practice taking it.”
He straightens up, looks Hanbin up and down with something between amusement and disappointment. "You're still too tight, you know. Like a virgin. All that whining and crying, and you just—" he gestures vaguely at Hanbin's wrecked form "—lay there. Didn't even move your hips."
Hanbin's face burns. He tries to protest, tries to say he was overwhelmed, that Hao is too big, that he couldn't—
"Pathetic," Hao finishes, cutting him off with a smile. "I did all the work, princess. You just leaked all over your own desk and let me fuck you stupid." He tilts his head, ears perking with mock curiosity. "Can you even walk? Or are you going to sit there until your colleagues find you tomorrow morning, still plugged full of cum?"
Hanbin opens his mouth and closes it to glare at Hao instead. He should just fuck this hybrid stupid next time.
"That's what I thought." Hao turns toward the door, then pauses, looking back over his shoulder. "Bring a bigger plug next time. That one's embarrassing."
The door closes.
Hanbin watches him go with a gaping mouth, hand pressed to his stomach where the hybrid left proof that this definitely happened. He can feel Hao there—phantom thick and splitting him open even though the cock is gone. The man is gone, and he's alone in his office with his uniform ruined and his pride in tatters and the vague, humiliating realization that he misses Hao.
It’s clear that Hanbin will be counting the hours until he sees him again.