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“Your place is awful.” Jisung frowned as he walked across the dirty ground. “If anyone finds out you’re here, you’ll die in a heartbeat.”
“Jinx my ass.” Chenle glared. “You always think death is that easy to walk into.”
It was a rundown boarding area full of low, poorly built little houses with corrugated metal roofs and a path so narrow it was pathetically blocked further by black, dusty clothes the residents had hung out to dry. Chenle walked ahead without the slightest concern for Jisung’s discomfort, shrugging as if this were completely normal.
“I know the most dangerous place can sometimes be the safest, but-”
“There’s nothing to worry about.” Chenle cut Jisung off before he could finish. “Talkative drug dealers. This area is their turf. Deals get checked every week and neighbors’ yapping was always the best source of information ever.”
It was already midday.
The ground was scorching hot, making Jisung want to tear off his thick cloak and throw it into some sewer. Even though it was early November, the sun in these regions was still fierce enough to make people faint more easily than in Korea in July 2018. Chenle walked a few steps ahead of Jisung. Unlike him, Chenle wore only an old white tank top, worn jeans that Jisung was sure he’d bought at a second-hand market a week ago, and a black cap to block the sun. After nearly a year apart, Chenle was no longer the soft white sticky-rice cake Jisung remembered.
“Besides, this place is very special - a slum more special than any other poor neighborhood in the world.” Chenle continued the conversation with a suggestive remark that successfully caught Jisung’s attention.
Jisung raised an eyebrow and asked, “Special?”
“Outsiders call this place the home of the has-been holy women.” Chenle shook his head, spinning a finger in the air. “But in reality, it’s a genuine red-light district. A prostitution area where those supposedly noble holy women are the sellers, and the buyers are the monks and elders.”
Jisung frowned and muttered a curse under his breath that only Chenle could hear. Chenle wasn’t joking about this topic. He quickly licked his cracked lips and continued.
“Around here they really don’t like having daughters, especially poor families. They tend to sell their girls to the temples to become holy women. People preach that being a holy woman is the highest position beside the gods, that they must offer their bodies to the gods. but it turns out the ‘gods’ are just those disgusting dirty old men. This place is where girls like that end up after they’ve passed their prime at twenty. Because they’re no longer young and beautiful, or sometimes because of illness or unwanted pregnancy, they have no knowledge, can’t get married, and are shunned by society, so they live in a place like this, selling their bodies to scrape by. Like the neighbor next to my place.”
Chenle pointed four fingers toward a rusted iron door on their left. He lowered his voice and leaned close to Jisung’s ear, as if afraid of being overheard. “Last year she got pregnant by a monk, got kicked out of the temple, came here to give birth, and now become a sex worker to raise the kid.”
“Real?” Jisung liked these incomplete questions and only Chenle could follow his way of speaking without getting annoyed.
“Human trafficking even has its own crime department and you think this is fake? She can’t keep asking me to watch the kid, and she can’t leave him outside at night. The most valuable thing the mother and son own is a bunk bed. Sometimes she does that business on the bottom bunk while the kid sleeps on the top.”
The more Chenle spoke, the more he saw the frown lines appear on Jisung’s face under the cloak. What Jisung did next proved Chenle’s guess wasn’t wrong. Jisung clicked his tongue and swore “Motherfuck” roughly, like a reflex to stories he found disgusting.
“The kid’s already eleven, or twelve; I don’t remember. He probably knows what he has to do on those nights so his mother can earn money.”
Chenle spoke as if he were merely delivering neutral information. But even if he added personal emotion, there was nothing he could do. He rarely saw the child because he often disappeared in the mornings and only returned at night. He only vaguely remembered a dark-skinned boy with bright eyes - at least brighter than the future of the people here.
The sun grew harsher. Chenle urged Jisung to walk a little faster. After a few more steps they stopped in front of a small house with an old red-painted door. Chenle dug a bunch of keys from his pocket and inserted one into the lock.
“Sounds absurd, doesn’t it? The place that was supposed to crystallize the purest things is where every most mundane thing about humans is exposed.” Jisung suddenly said. “And the people who invoke the name of the gods commit the ultimate blasphemy against the gods.”
A few clicking sounds came from the door. The old, long-rusted key was even harder to turn in the rusted lock. Chenle struggled for over a minute before it opened. He pushed the door open as gently as possible to avoid the grating sound against the dirt floor, then stepped aside to let Jisung in. Still covering his face with the cloak, Jisung entered and looked around the house - really just a shabby room smaller than a bedroom in Seoul. There wasn’t even a window; the only light came from a single filament bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling. The furniture was simple: a bed, a table too small that can only place a lighter and ashtray, a dilapidated refrigerator and a roughly wooden shelf on the wall.
Luckily there was a private bathroom, even if it still smelled faintly of filth despite the hours Chenle had spent scrubbing it clean.
“I deliberately chose a place with no windows. Don’t get the wrong idea.” Chenle helped Jisung out of the wrinkled cloak, hung it on a hook near the door, then came up behind him and hugged him, nuzzling his cheek against Jisung’s. “Come on, if you keep frowning like that you’ll get wrinkles.”
Jisung reached back and ruffled Chenle’s hair until it was a mess, speaking while he did so.
“After this job, don’t take any more overseas work. Just wander around Seoul leisurely and come home to sleep with me at night.” Jisung glanced at the faded mattress that had only one pillow. “Selling your life to sleep with bedbugs like this isn’t good at all.”
“But the jobs in Seoul are boring and the bonuses aren’t much.” Chenle hugged Jisung tightly. “Besides, I’m the one sleeping here. Putting up with it a little is fine.”
Jisung turned around and gently stroked Chenle’s cheek. After more than half a year apart, Chenle had grown much thinner living in a foreign place. His skin, long exposed to the sun, was no longer fair. Dark circles under his eyes from endless late nights were deep, and his lips were dry and cracked.
“But I feel bad.” Jisung lightly touched Chenle’s lips, his eyes once again showing discomfort at how the once plump red color had been replaced by paleness next to glaring blood lines. “When this mission is over, I’m going to tie you up and lock you in the house until I’ve fattened you back into the soft white Chenle you used to be.”
Chenle slapped his own forehead and sighed. The reason Jisung’s words sounded so ridiculous to him was that their professions were both similar and completely different. Jisung worked for an underground organization in Seoul; his status was relatively high - at least he didn’t have to face the sun all day and sleep on the ground at night.
“God, you should remember our jobs aren’t the same, Jisung. You’re harder to kill than me, while I live one day at a time without knowing if I’ll see the next.” Chenle tilted his head and poked Jisung’s left chest repeatedly. “Jobs in faraway places like this pay enough in one trip for me to strike for a whole year, plus I get to travel around. It’s already very beneficial for me.”
“Just use my money.”
This time Chenle was truly speechless. He suspected that during the months away from Seoul, Jisung’s subordinates had stuffed his head full of cheap romance novels.
“I want to give you everything. Both B-needs and D-needs.”
“That new rifle you usually yap about, I will buy it for you.”
“Why are you being talkative as hell?”
“You’re smoking a lot more than when you were in Seoul, Chenle.”
Jisung stepped forward and pulled Chenle into a tight hug, eyes on the small wooden table that was almost rotting - so small it could only hold a cracked ashtray and a glass of water. There was no proper trash can here. Chenle didn’t care much about where he lived except for the bathroom, and he didn’t have much time to clean and take out trash every day. More than that, the trash can in this area was at the lower reaches of a murky river. The residents believed the lower reaches of the river were where all the dirtiest and lowest things belonged; they threw trash and unused old things there and only allowed women to bathe there.
Cigarettes were piled high and ash had burned into gray fragments covering the old ashtray. It looked like if either of them moved the table even a little, everything would fall onto the floor. Jisung reached out and touched the still-burning tip of a cigarette, faintly seeing white smoke rising from it. He pressed it down hard to completely extinguish the red ember.
“There’s even a cigarette that hasn’t been put out.”
“Ah, leave it. I was still smoking it.” Chenle grabbed his wrist to stop him. But the moment Chenle’s hand closed around his wrist, Jisung lifted it, and his other arm wrapped around Chenle’s waist, pulling him flush against his body.
“You’ve lived in this shithole for half a year. How much more is your health going to deteriorate?” Jisung kissed Chenle’s forehead lightly. “Come back to Seoul with me. Use my money and get a good rest…”
He stopped for a few seconds, like thinking the previous sentence was not really helpful. “Or… doing some jobs. I’ll help you find some. And I’ll make sure no one dares touch you.”
“So cheesy.” Chenle laughed and lightly slapped Jisung’s shoulder. He turned away and opened the small refrigerator in the corner. He lingered, staring at a few apples that were no longer fresh and some tiny grapes on the shelf. Chenle clearly had no intention of putting any fruit in his mouth; he wasn’t hungry or thirsty. “Put it away for a moment. I don’t think we need to discuss responsibility or eternal love.”
Right now Jisung was here with him, and he needed something else instead of those fruits.
“Thinking about it, it’s really strange. Being able to love you is a miracle.”
“No, you said it wrong. The miracle is that I love you.” Jisung walked around the room out of habit while speaking. “Because you are the beautiful wonder I thought I could never reach.”
Chenle reacted almost immediately to that line with a fake gagging motion. “How old are you still learning those lines?”
Then he sneered. “If the higher-ups knew that the manager they trust, Park Jisung, has a shady relationship with the assassin who once fired twenty rounds into their cargo until it exploded, I don’t think this love would be a miracle.”
“They know I’m in a relationship with you.” Jisung shrugged calmly, but Chenle was not calm at all. He spun around and stared with wide eyes, seeking confirmation.
“Why do you think a mission like this fell into the hands of a free assassin like you so early? The higher-ups basically overlooked the incident where you shot up their forbidden goods. Through me they keep you under control. The benefits outweigh the harm.”
“Damn it, sounds like I’m being used.” Chenle reached for the fridge again, randomly pulled out a slightly overripe grape and put it in his mouth. It wasn’t as sweet as the ones Jisung used to buy him in Seoul. The sweetness lingered on the tip of his tongue for less than a second before being replaced by an unpleasant sourness. Chenle frowned slightly as he swallowed.
He looked somewhere and asked a question unrelated to the current topic.
“How much longer until the deal happens?”
Jisung checked his watch and answered.
“Two more hours.”
Chenle kept muttering something. He casually tossed a pack of cigarettes onto the small table beside the old bed and looked around as if searching for something.
“Two hours…” Chenle rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That’s fine. Just enough time”
Jisung wasn’t very supportive of this crazy idea. “I don’t think you’ll have enough energy left to finish the mission after we do something in this dump of a room.”
“That’s your problem.” Chenle pressed himself against Jisung’s chest, fingers trailing over it. “You’re the one who needs to gauge your strength. Otherwise, guess who will have to go back to Seoul alone and endure another year without being able to hug and kiss this Zhong Chenle.”
Jisung was too familiar with Chenle’s way of talking. He shifted his gaze to the wooden shelf fixed on the wall.
“Don’t think you’re the only one who suffers. Guess who has to stay here, sleep on a bed full of bedbugs, and use a cold, boring toy to satisfy himself.” Being 180cm-tall, Jisung didn’t even need to stretch to grab a sex toy that Chenle had hidden behind some boxes on the shelf. “Before you got the neighbor to buy these things for you, you must have missed me a lot, huh? This hard, cold thing can’t compare to mine.”
Chenle’s face flushed a little when Jisung suddenly said something so suggestive, even though he had been the one who started it.
“I’ve only used it once. I… couldn’t put it in myself.” Chenle sat on the bed, awkwardly catching the toy Jisung tossed at him. He cleared his throat and lay down. Jisung approached, spread Chenle’s legs, and settled between them. He braced his hands on the mattress, locking Chenle beneath him, face to face.
“A cigarette burns for about six minutes. According to you, after we finish you’ll have to light another one.” Jisung stroked one of Chenle’s cheeks. “But we can’t do it here. I didn’t bring anything.”
“Who said there’s nothing here?”
Chenle arched his back as he spoke, hand searching for something hidden under the mattress he had been lying on. In a moment he pulled out two condoms and handed them to Jisung. “I only used a little of the lube and haven’t touched it since. It’s on that shelf.” Jisung squinted at the wooden shelf as Chenle said. There really was lubricant, and it had indeed been used less than a quarter. Chenle hadn’t lied about being so afraid of pain that he couldn’t even use this small toy to satisfy himself.
“I thought buying condoms here would be harder than buying gold.” Jisung said quietly, getting off the bed to fetch the remaining items.
Chenle lay still, one arm over his eyes. The place was hot and humid. If he could, he would have kicked the door open and let the rare breeze in, but of course he couldn’t. No one liked their sleeping place turning into a monkey cage for others to peek into.
“Check the expiration date. I’m not sure when I bought them.” Chenle reminded. “I bought this stuff temporarily in case some mercenaries I know around here needed to borrow them. Now there are two left and I didn’t know whether to throw them away or keep them—until now.”
Jisung raised an eyebrow, signaling Chenle to continue.
“Using them when buying sex is one thing. Organizations and gangs around here often have spies coming and going. When we catch spies, these condoms can also be useful tools for extracting information. Luckily people here are still afraid of dying from HIV…” Chenle’s voice grew softer and softer until it was just muttering that required straining to hear. “…but watching other people suffer when they’re raped and writhing from STDs makes them feel good. They’re all rotten the same way.”
“I remember when I was still low-level, cases like that weren’t that common in Seoul either.”
Jisung returned quickly, bent down, grabbed Chenle’s ankles, and lifted them onto the bed. The bed wasn’t very clean; Jisung didn’t think they needed to take off their shoes. Chenle obediently followed Jisung’s movements and even turned to lie on his stomach. His shirt rode up a little from the movement, vaguely revealing a strip of white back with the groove down the middle. He rested his cheek on the pillow and continued speaking.
“Actually there were, I just didn’t know, or I got promoted too fast to know, or I forgot. You know as well as I do - killing to resolve conflicts and killing to consolidate power are different. Whichever side requires more brains and careful calculation, you know, and usually the things that require more brains produce more brutal results.”
“Enough, stop talking about that.” Jisung interrupted by pinching the back of Chenle’s thigh. “I hate this society.”
He pushed Chenle’s shirt higher, fully exposing the bare back. Jisung suddenly scattered a few light kisses on it, making Chenle shudder. “Raise your ass a little higher.”
Chenle obeyed absolutely, knees drawn up and waist lowered into a submissive position waiting to be satisfied. Jisung chuckled softly.
“Such a slut.”
He sat on the bed right behind Chenle and began kneading his ass through the jeans, while his other hand slipped down to undo the belt for him. Clothes were something easily stripped away when people were sunk in sexual pleasure, so Jisung didn’t take long to pull Chenle’s pants past his knees, revealing the white, round peach of his ass.
Chenle’s chest had already started heaving without him noticing. He could feel his heartbeat racing abnormally and his face burning. This position made him not want to look back to see what Jisung would do next to his body. All he could do was guess and guess, just like having sex while blindfolded - all the person underneath like him could do was grit their teeth and guess what pleasure the other would bring.
Jisung opened the lube and poured a generous amount onto Chenle’s ass. The gel slowly slid over the skin, past the back, and dripped onto the mattress. Chenle shuddered from the sticky sensation of the liquid. After pouring, Jisung used his large hand to stroke, occasionally half-jokingly, half-seriously pushing a finger inside.
“Wasteful.” Chenle started to feel tired and was about to lower his hips a little when Jisung pushed a finger in, making his whole body tense.
“Be good.” Jisung slowly stretched him while his other hand kept kneading the plump peach. The room was already hot; Chenle felt even hotter because of Jisung’s slowness. He squirmed, soft moans stuck in his throat. Along with the rising rudimentary pleasure, Jisung held one side of his waist to keep him still. When the finger withdrew it left the hole twitching full of slippery fluid. “Use it all up in one go. Anyway you’re not staying here tonight.”
The feeling of being tightly filled by a foreign object disappeared, and Chenle felt empty. His mouth was dry, his aroused breathing even and guiding. Chenle moved his hips to rub against Jisung’s lower body regardless of the lube spreading all over himself. In response, Jisung picked up the toy from the corner of the bed, poured the remaining lube onto it, and thrust it straight into Chenle’s sensitive place. Being filled by the toy made Chenle feel choked; he whimpered meaningless sounds that could only be formed unconsciously. Jisung was no longer slow like at the beginning; he directly poured oil onto the fire of desire, pushing the toy deep into Chenle. Every time, a little more fluid overflowed from the hole, sliding down his slender thighs, and the moans left his mouth without order or process.
Chenle felt lucky that when he asked the neighbor to buy it, she had bought the non-vibrating type. Jisung’s fingers alone could already bring him to climax; using this thing for the first time made him fall into ecstasy in an instant. Chenle secretly thought that if this toy had a vibration function, Jisung would turn it up to the highest without warning just to make him faint in the sea of pleasure. Jisung narrowed his eyes watching Chenle’s body tremble, both hands gripping the mattress tightly. He quickly took off his own shirt, roughly grabbed Chenle’s hands and pinned them behind his back, using the shirt to tie them.
“Hey.” Chenle’s head was pressed down fully onto the mattress by Jisung; he spoke irritably at the action that was never announced in advance.
Immediately Jisung answered by touching his sensitive part with force. He wrapped one hand completely around Chenle’s neck and pressed it firmly into the bed, voice low as he ordered,
“Be quiet and do as I say.”
He leaned down, rubbing his sensitive part between the cheeks of Chenle’s ass, mouth close to Chenle’s ear biting and sucking, while his hand kept stroking Chenle’s cock up and down. Chenle struggled a lot in this position; his knees rubbed continuously against the mattress because he didn’t have enough strength to keep his ass raised for long and was tired. Jisung was still devouring his ear, tongue tracing the rim and making him hard.
“Moan a little louder. I want to hear you moan.” Jisung slapped Chenle’s ass while continuing to rub outside.
Chenle obeyed, letting out a few lewd cat-like cries, then calling Jisung’s name, sometimes begging, sometimes crying with arousal. The corners of Chenle’s eyes were red—whether from physiological tears about to spill or from this strangely gentle side of Jisung that made him frustrated.
“Louder.” Jisung pinched Chenle’s ass, leaving a bright red mark on the fair skin. “Should I pay you after we’re done? Someone who wants to have sex before going to kill people. You must be really thirsty.”
Jisung pushed the toy in hard, deliberately burying it as deep as possible before pulling it out quickly. He lifted himself up, used both hands to spread the cheeks, revealing the pink hole glistening with fluid. Jisung sucked on two fingers and thrust them deep again, scissoring roughly. He didn’t let his other hand rest either; he reached forward, grabbed Chenle’s hair and yanked his head, the force strong enough that Chenle frowned from the pain.
“Did you call my name when you masturbated?” Jisung pulled his hair harder. “Fuck, if you want it then I’ll give it to you. We’ll do it here until the whole area knows Zhong Chenle is having sex, choking on sobs and begging for mercy like a sheep being eaten.”
Chenle’s mind was truly wiped clean now. The pain Jisung brought every time he lost control only made him feel even better; the hands tied behind his back clenched as if wanting to dig into flesh. Before long the two of them were satisfying each other outside more and more quickly. Jisung’s right hand stroked Chenle’s cock while his left kept spanking the ass until it was red. The sound of the spanking rang out several times; Jisung would gently stroke as if cherishing something rare, then less than a second later bring his large hand down hard again. Chenle’s moans grew louder, almost in direct proportion to the force of Jisung’s spanks. He pushed his hips back, rubbing against Jisung’s cock, helping him get friction on the outside.
Chenle moaned and switched from rubbing his ass against it to lightly bumping against it. Jisung cooperated well with this small change, holding his hips still so Chenle could actively chase his climax. Only when he felt the stimulation was enough did Jisung tear open a condom, grab Chenle’s crossed tied wrists, and slowly push himself inside.
Unlike usual, this time Jisung went very slowly, so slowly that Chenle, the one underneath, felt impatient. Clearly Jisung was teasing him with things like this. Normally in front of others Chenle was the one who teased; Jisung was just settling the score in bed.
“Mmmh, hurry up and put it in. Are you afraid it’ll be too tight inside and make you come right away?”
Jisung raised an eyebrow at Chenle’s provocation. He held the narrow waist, thrust all the way in, then suddenly pulled out, making Chenle cry out loudly. Jisung repeated the action, every thrust went to the hilt then pulled out, leaving the hole hungry for long-term filling and dripping with fluid begging. Jisung gripped the waist tightly so Chenle couldn’t squirm; he kept thrusting and pulling, and after a few continuous times he hit the sensitive spot inside. Chenle couldn’t kneel anymore from the mix of pain and pleasure; his legs trembled and collapsed onto the mattress, breathing hard, eyes seeing stars.
“Hey, raise your ass again. We won’t finish that quickly.” Jisung lightly slapped the ass as he ordered.
Chenle hadn’t had sex in a long time. Just a slightly stronger thrust from Jisung and he already couldn’t hold back from wanting to come completely. His whole body collapsed onto the mattress; Chenle curled his legs in resistance, shaking his head coquettishly and refusing to kneel up like before.
“I’m too tired. I can’t do that anymore.”
“Hmm?” Jisung brushed his hair up; his forehead was already covered in a layer of sweat without him noticing.
A drop of sweat slid down from his forehead along the bridge of his nose as he hurriedly put a cigarette he’d just taken from the table into his mouth. Jisung lowered his head to light it; smoke billowed from the tip of the cigarette, from his slightly dry lips, from his nostrils. The hazy gray smoke rose high before catching on the fringe of drooping eyelashes and finally seeping into Chenle’s nasal cavity, waking him with its thick, slightly pungent bitterness.
“I want one too.” Chenle yanked Jisung down and sat astride him. He took the last remaining cigarette from the pack, the one that had been placed upside down, its filter already damp with a faint moist scent. He put it in his mouth before pressing the two cigarette tips together. Jisung exhaled another stream of smoke; his cigarette flared brightly for a moment, and that moment transferred to Chenle’s. It brightened, then blazed, and smoke surged out again. The space fell quiet for a brief instant, so quiet that Chenle could vaguely hear his own rapid, intermittent breathing and feel his lover’s abdominal muscles rising and falling.
Chenle glanced down at his stomach; he could faintly feel that Jisung’s cock was standing and a full size larger than before. He bit his lip and shook his head frantically. Jisung’s lust had grown to this level; he was afraid that if Jisung went in again he would come almost immediately after. “Do it yourself.”
“Fine then.”
Jisung didn’t say much to Chenle’s request. He grabbed both of Chenle’s elbows and pulled them back hard, hips thrusting strongly into Chenle so that he couldn’t breathe. Jisung was still like this, making him go crazy until he couldn’t think of anything, fucking him hard as if tormenting him while using his fingers to tease his body as a perfunctory form of comfort. Jisung changed positions again; this time he wrapped one arm around Chenle and pressed him against his chest, the other hand idling a nipple until it hardened, then moving up to stroke the neck. Below, the sound of impact grew louder; Chenle could guess his ass must already be red like a ripe peach. He cried out loud, crying and moaning his partner’s name and a few meaningless syllables.
Until Jisung stopped and gently helped him lie down on the bed, Chenle was like someone whose strength had been drained, collapsing softly. Yet the two of them still weren’t finished. Jisung let Chenle lie on his stomach, leaned down to kiss his shoulder, and even bit into Chenle’s flesh, leaving a red bruise-like mark.
Chenle didn’t care that they were having loud sex at noon, the time when people in the area would be at home sharing tiny pieces of bread, or he knew but didn’t care.
“Shh, if we keep going like this the woman next door will start yelling.”
Just as expected, the moment Chenle finished speaking, the thin wall next to them was hit with loud banging. The neighbor angrily kept pounding on the thin wall, shouting things in the local dialect that Jisung couldn’t understand.
“Chenle, you better lower that whorey moaning of yours or I’ll tell my son to come over and shut your mouth.”
“Motherfucker, this woman’s voice is so shrill and annoying.” Chenle irritably slammed his hand against the wall and shouted back. “Go ahead and try. If that little bastard dares to step over here, I’ll castrate him with a kitchen knife and blow his brains out with a gun.”
The neighbor understood that Chenle wasn’t joking. She stopped pounding, though the curses and swearing continued to stick to the wall for a long time.
“Be gentler. We’re being warned.” Chenle reminded, and Jisung answered by pinching him the opposite way, making him suck in a sharp breath. He added a bit more force pressing Chenle’s waist down and impulsively leaned down to scatter a kiss on his back.
“No mercy.”
“Fuck you.”
“You can’t take it anymore?” Jisung chuckled teasingly.
Chenle pouted. “How ridiculous. That woman curses me for moaning so loud when on the nights she takes clients she’s just as loud.”
“Don’t talk about those things anymore.” Jisung pinched Chenle’s nipple again, making him arch and cry out. “Moan louder, call my name really loud. Today is your last day here, so letting the whole area know that a hot-tempered person like you got fucked by a man until you can’t keep your mouth shut is fine.”
“You-”
“Hmm?” Jisung spoke again, this time smiling more. He rose while still buried deep inside Chenle. “If you can’t do it yourself, you can ask me to help.”
Chenle had no good feeling about Jisung’s words. When having sex Jisung always had very strange actions, and luckily Chenle was someone who could turn those actions into extreme pleasure. Chenle swallowed; before he could think of what Jisung would do next, Jisung was already one step ahead. Jisung reached for a cigarette that had just gone out with a bit of still-hot ash and slowly sprinkled it onto Chenle’s bare back.
Chenle’s eyes widened from the pain. His body reacted instantly to the searing heat of the ash on his back, but Jisung’s hand on his waist pressed him down so he couldn’t move. The tears that had been held at the corners of his eyes now streamed freely. Chenle screamed; every sob was filled with unbearable pain and heat as he came completely onto the mattress. Jisung ignored the trembling of the body beneath him and continued sprinkling ash. The feeling of extreme heat that immediately cooled was like being pulled up to heaven near the destination then yanked back down to earth. Chenle could only make fragmented movements and short body twitches. Jisung pressed Chenle’s waist into the mattress as if wanting them to stick together, flicking the cigarette so the gray ash touched the burning skin.
Fuck, Chenle cursed silently. He was sure that because there were no candles here, Jisung was using cigarette ash as a substitute.
When Jisung finally stopped, several red marks had appeared on Chenle’s back. He brushed away all the ash and flipped Chenle over more easily than flipping a pancake.
Chenle gritted his teeth. His cheeks, which had been pressed against the pillow and rubbed constantly, were completely red. His hands were still tied behind his back; he couldn’t even reach out to touch his lover’s body. Jisung flipped him over, carefully observed the flushed face, and laughed, even lightly patting his cheek.
“You say it hurts but you came from it. Chenle is always in such a hurry.”
“Shut up.” Chenle growled while spreading his legs slightly.
Jisung stroked Chenle’s cheek then gradually moved down to the neck, touching the bobbing Adam’s apple. He used his whole palm to grip Chenle’s throat, increasing the pressure a few degrees. Chenle arched and choked; Jisung took advantage of the open mouth to squeeze, spitting saliva onto the tip of Chenle’s tongue.
“Swallow it all.” Seeing Chenle about to sit up and spit it out, Jisung used his hand to cover Chenle’s mouth.
Below they still hadn’t reached climax. Jisung kept one hand over Chenle’s mouth and thrust it in again. Chenle kicked his legs; the tears that had dried long ago welled up again. Jisung was clearly a hard-to-understand person, earlier he had demanded Chenle moan loudly, now he was blocking his throat so he couldn’t make a sound.
Chenle’s sobs of mixed pain and pleasure burst out when Jisung thrust with increasing force, every thrust deep enough to choke. He cried out high and exhaled hot, rapid breaths that escaped his throat only to be blocked by Jisung’s palm, turning the cries into small fragments completely covered by the sound of hips slamming against flesh.
Chenle couldn’t keep his mouth closed. Jisung was truly right; he had been fucked until he could no longer control his own body.
Jisung didn’t take his eyes off Chenle for a second. He threaded his fingers into Chenle’s hair, gripped tightly, and yanked hard like an animal. Chenle squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the thing buried deep inside him throb once. Jisung came while inside him. If the two of them hadn’t used protection, Chenle would be in big trouble right now. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat. Jisung collapsed beside Chenle, hand stroking his cheek, eyes dazed and happy. It took a while for Chenle to come back from the daze and get out of bed. He muttered about needing to clean all this slippery mess of lube off his body before he collapsed from exhaustion onto the floor. Jisung quickly sat up to support him and without hesitation or delay carried him into the bathroom.
“Get out. I can do it myself.” Chenle glared and refused the request to shower together, making Jisung withdraw dejectedly.
After cleaning his body, Chenle came out and was extremely surprised to find that Jisung had already tidied everything - not even a single strand of hair left, let alone semen or a dirty mattress. Jisung walked over with a plate of sparse fruit taken from the fridge, a pack of rice crackers, and a few candies that Chenle was sure Jisung had brought extra from the plane.
“Eat a little so you won’t collapse later.”
Chenle nodded and obediently took them, eating one by one. Seeing Chenle turn into a little cat after sex made Jisung find him even cuter; the eyes that had been full of lust earlier were now full of endless affection. He went behind and hugged Chenle.
“Chenle, don’t die.”
“There you go saying unlucky things again.” Chenle slapped his cheek and grumbled.
“I’m serious.” Jisung looked straight into his eyes. “Don’t die.”
“If I die, my ghost will come back to fuck you. Someone as scared of ghosts as you better not panic and cry then.”
Jisung laughed, resting his chin on Chenle’s shoulder. “Yeah, let me fuck you. When that time comes I’ll invite a shaman to cast a spell and use a talisman to bind you tightly to my house so we can make love every night.”
Chenle got goosebumps all over from Jisung’s joking words. He finished the plate of snacks quickly, handed it to Jisung, then hurriedly picked up the bag that had been prepared in advance.
“Check and clean this place one more time for me. Leaving DNA behind isn’t good.”
Chenle was about to step out the door when he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to say something. He turned his head and put on a half-smile that was provocative.
“I won’t die. So get ready to pick me up tonight.”
“When that time comes, make sure you take good care of me.”