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Warm golden sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating a spacious study stocked with luxurious furniture. The room was dominated by a sturdy mahogany desk, behind which Seong Hyeonje sat with a computer and a pile of paper. The quiet afternoon was only disturbed by his quiet typing, punctuated occasionally by the rustle of papers as he flipped through his monthly reports.
Han Yoojin shoved open the door with a loud bang.
“Do me a favor.” He demanded.
Seong Hyeonje looked up from his paperwork, pen pausing in the middle of a sentence.
“Why?”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
The guild leader made a show of stroking his chin thoughtfully, leaning back into his plush chair. “You do always have something fun going on. What kind of favor?”
“I want one of your forest type dungeons. Yoohyun and Peace just figured out a new combo move and they want to test it out.”
“Why can’t the young master use one of his own dungeons instead?” Seong Hyeonje raised an eyebrow, enjoying the way his question made Han Yoojin huff indignantly.
“We don’t actually need you, but the move can be most efficiently tested out on stronger enemies and all the Haeyeon S-class dungeons have already been raided.” Here he sniffed, folding his arms and looking down imperiously, “Yoohyun was going to wait, but I thought why not take advantage of a ready resource? The only problem is it’s personality after all.”
Seong Hyeonje pouted.
“So cruel, Yoojin-gun. To think that you would use your own lover like this, my heart may never recover.”
“I don’t need your heart, I need your resources.”
The pout grew.
“Stop it with that look, I already told you I’d make it worth your while.”
“Nothing can mend my broken heart.” Han Yoojin’s brow furrowed in irritation at the sight of sad golden eyes looking up at him.
“Why don’t you act your physical age instead of your mental age, huh?” He had never catered to Seong Hyeonje’s whims from the beginning, why did he think it would work now? Seong Hyeonje just sighed even more, looking up at him through his lashes.
“Ah, though the inside of a chestnut is so sweet, one must have the courage to brave his spikes for the reward.”
“I’ll have you know I only have spikes for people who test my patience by acting cute.”
“Aren’t I always cute?” Seong Hyeonje wasn’t even trying to keep up his faux pout now, having set his pen down to pay full attention to the man in front of him.
“You’re always annoying is what you are.” Han Yoojin huffed.
“Such a pitiful man I am, for you to only seek me for my wealth.”
Han Yoojin shrugged with a nonchalant expression, though the beginnings of a blush had started to tint his ears pink. “Well you aren’t cute, but your looks aren’t necessarily bad. Not like any S-ranks can be ugly in the first place.”
“So I have two good points then, looks and wealth.” Golden eyes sparkled playfully at brown, making them narrow slightly.
“Stop trying to get compliments, you already know you’re annoyingly skilled at everything.”
“Everything except wooing my favorite thing to my side,” Seong Hyeonje said, resting his chin on a palm and looking forlornly into the distance.
“Not your item.”
“I notice you didn’t ask me to drop the possessive.”
“Would you like me to?” Han Yoojin set his palms onto the surface of his desk impatiently.
“Just a note.” Seong Hyeonje’s expression didn’t change, but he did lean forward by the slightest bit.
“I’ll make sure to remember next time then.”
“Your spikes are truly formidable.”
“My value is more than high enough to make up for it, no matter how much you complain.”
Seong Hyeonje sighed, reaching out to brush his fingertips over Han Yoojin’s forearm. The shorter man glanced down as he curled them lightly around his wrist, the blush in his ears intensifying to a light red. Cute.
The Seseong guild leader suppressed a smile as they locked gazes again, lowering his voice to murmur, “Indeed. I do find that your harsh spikes in particular yield the sweetest flesh.”
That proved true for most things in his life, Seong Hyeonje thought, watching the color spread to Han Yoojin’s cheeks. Just to sweeten him a little more, he slid his hand down to wrap under the other man’s palm and brought it up to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he laid a gentle kiss on the back of Han Yoojin’s hand. And oh, the way he flushed. Han Yoojin’s entire face was red now, and Seong Hyeonje knew from prior experience that the redness could spread to his neck and even chest with a little bit of work and patience. One of his specialties. Seong Hyeonje sighed internally and set the temptation aside, lowering his hand and allowing his most sultry smile to form on his face instead. The subsequent sputter was to be expected of course, and the guild leader let go of Han Yoojin with little fuss. He had already gotten what he wanted, after all.
Han Yoojin broke their gaze as he drew back, holding his hands behind him and obviously ignoring the warmth he could still feel tingling on his skin.
“E-enough crap, just give me the dungeon already.” He snuck a glance at Seong Hyeonje, then quickly looked away again under the weight of those half-lidded golden eyes. “I even told you I’d make it worth your while so stop fussing.”
Seong Hyeonje kept silent for a moment more, then hummed.
“And what will you do for me in exchange?”
The guild leader had been thinking along the lines of a favor, or priority in the familiar raising list, but the way Han Yoojin’s blush rapidly spread down his neck and made him shuffle on his feet plunged his train of thought straight into the gutter. His breath slowed as he froze, every ounce of focus now solely on the man before him.
“Well you know that thing we’ve been working towards?” Seong Hyeonje nodded along, recalling with fondness the last night they had spent together. Han Yoojin had blushed much like he did today, though of course he had worn much less clothing and was panting in his bed instead of standing before his desk. “I’ll let you do it here.”
Seong Hyeonje had let his gaze wander while reminiscing, but golden eyes which had drifted down along his jaw and neck snapped back up to his face in an instant. The little imp knew that he had caught his attention too, knowing exactly how tempting the offer was to him judging by Han Yoojin’s smug look. Seong Hyeonje stilled for a long second as he searched his eyes for any sign of doubt, only finding a bemusing mix of flustered triumph. When he had confirmed that Han Yoojin had offered freely and willingly, the blonde let his smile turn hungry, standing from his chair to lean forward and catch his lips in a long kiss.
“Well then.” He purred, “I’ll hold you to it.”
The next Friday found them once again in the guild leader’s office, Han Yoojin bearing a familiar look of determination as he closed the door with a quiet click. Very considerate of him, Seong Hyeonje mused, to spare his doors and wall the damage.
“Alright,” Han Yoojin let out a little huff, “Let’s do this.”
His march towards the desk reminded Seong Hyeonje of some of his guild members entering their first S-rank dungeon, with frames stiff enough to hang in a museum. Quite amusing, really, if not for their agenda at the moment. Han Yoojin caught him staring and stopped in his tracks, folding his arms over his chest defensively. Ah, he was nervous. Of course.
“Are you just going to stand there?” He snapped.
Seong Hyeonje eyed him from his desk. Han Yoojin glared right back. While violent sex was always appealing (Han Yoojin tended to be most proactive then, squirming and snarling while Seong Hyeonje savored the power of manhandling him into different positions while he tried to resist), if Han Yoojin was having second thoughts about this then he wanted to know.
“Come here.” Seong Hyeonje slid his seat back a little and gestured at his lap, resting a hand on Han Yoojin’s waist when the man obediently straddled his thighs with rigid movements. His other hand cupped the F-ranker’s cheek and drew him into a kiss. It was kept short and chaste, lips moving against each other as Han Yoojin relaxed into the familiar rhythm.
“Relax, Yoojin-ah.” Seong Hyeonje broke away, meeting him with a steady gaze. “Do you remember the rules? We’ll stop if it’s too much.” He pecked the other man’s nose as Han Yoojin wrinkled it on reflex.
He grumbled cutely at the idea of needing a break, but Seong Hyeonje tightened his grip on Han Yoojin’s jaw and kept looking at him. “Promise that you’ll let me know.” Han Yoojin seemed so fragile to him sometimes, Seong Hyeonje had to be cautious of his lover’s physical limitations.
“I’ll let you know,” Han Yoojin sighed. He stroked the nape of the other man’s neck with his thumb as he continued, “I promise.”
Those serious brown eyes were enough. Seong Hyeonje smiled at him as he let his hands drift downwards.
“Good.” He murmured. The hitch in Han Yoojin’s breath as a calloused hand squeezed his ass made hot pleasure begin to unfurl in the guild leader’s gut. “Pants and shirt off then, please.”
Han Yoojin was quick to obey but slow to carry it out, leaving Seong Hyeonje’s lap empty to give him a nice show. Seong Hyeonje kept his legs spread as he ran hungry eyes down the other man’s body, lingering on the flex of muscles as Han Yoojin lost progressively more clothing. The F-ranker settled back in his lap in only a pair of light grey briefs, nipples already pebbling in the cool air. Seong Hyeonje’s mouth watered at the sight of those pink buds.
The blonde gladly closed his mouth around Han Yoojin’s left nipple, tracing circles around it with his tongue while he rolled the other between his fingers. Heated arousal pooled in Seong Hyeonje’s groin as he listened to Han Yoojin moan, pushing his chest into his face for more. Always so sensitive in bed, his lover was. Seong Hyeonje switched nipples after a particularly hard suck, gently pinching the one he had left unattended.
While Han Yoojin was thoroughly distracted Seong Hyeonje thumbed down the band of his underwear, palming the shorter man’s hard dick in his hand as it sprung free from the cloth. Han Yoojin moaned as he felt a tight grip around the base of his length, but the pleasure turned into confusion as the warmth of Seong Hyeonje’s hand left him and the slight pressure remained.
The sight of a red rubber cock ring wrapped around him prompted his face to flush in indignation as a small shiver of pleasure went down his spine, making his dick twitch involuntarily as Han Yoojin leaned back to get a better view.
“Oi, you perverted ahjussi-!”
Molten metal eyes made Han Yoojin’s voice stop in his throat. Seong Hyeonje seemed to be devouring him with his gaze, and a little voice in the back of Han Yoojin’s head noted that the red of the cockring matched the color of his earrings, this possessive bastard. Han Yoojin felt his entire body lock up in anticipation as Seong Hyeonje trailed a line of kisses from his shoulder to his jaw, leaning in so that he could feel the warmth of his breath against his ear.
“I want you to keep my cock warm,” he murmurs, a deep baritone like melted dark chocolate filling his ears. “I want you quiet under my desk until I finish working, swallowing around my cock like a good boy.”
Han Yoojin lets out a low whine as the command embedded itself into his bones, not daring to move as Seong Hyeonje gently tucked him back into his briefs.
“And you better not touch yourself, because I want you out of your mind by the time I decide to fuck you.”
And really, how is Han Yoojin supposed to resist? His knees almost give out as he ducks under the desk, half falling onto the plush cushion between Seong Hyeonje’s legs. Han Yoojin comes face to face with the bulge in Seong Hyeonje’s perfectly pressed jeans as the guild leader moves his chair forward, boxed in by the long legs on either side and the heavy desk surrounding him.
He can practically hear his heartbeat as Han Yoojin sees elegant hands reaching down, Seong Hyeonje undoing his belt and zip before grabbing Han Yoojin by the hair and pressing his face right against his crotch.
The throbbing heat against his check makes him muffle a high pitched moan into the expensive fabric, scrambling to feel the weight of Seong Hyeonje’s cock in his mouth as soon as he can. Han Yoojin moans again as he wraps his mouth around the tip of Seong Hyeonje’s dick, eagerly taking in more even as he fights back his gag reflex.
He can hear Seong Hyeonje huff out a groan above him, the grip in Han Yoojin’s hair tightening painfully before he is pushed farther down the guild leader’s cock. Han Yoojin gags as the tip brushes the back of his throat, the corners of his eyes growing hot and wet as Seong Hyeonje keeps pushing until he bottoms out, pubic hairs brushing Han Yoojin’s face and making his throat constrict as he focuses on breathing through his nose.
Seong Hyeonje laughs lowly.
“Good boy.” He briefly grinds Han Yoojin’s face against his crotch, making him gag again. “Stay.”
The hands in his hair leave and Han Yoojin hears Seong Hyeonje begin doing something above him, the soft taps of a keyboard interspersed with the rustle of paper. The heavy weight pressing against Han Yoojin’s tongue and throat while he is, by all appearances, ignored, sends a heady rush through his system. He can feel his ears burning, the flush in his face no doubt having traveled to his collarbones as he represses a whine.
Han Yoojin keeps still for the most part, occasionally scraping the tip of his tongue against the sensitive vein on the underside of Seong Hyeonje’s dick or bobbing his head slightly, but the hazy state of his mind makes his movement languid and he keeps Seong Hyeonje wet and sheathed in his warm throat. Slow heat pulses down his entire body as Han Yoojin feels his focus narrow down to the fullness in his throat. The ache in his knees and jaw only contribute to the burning in his core, lighting up all his nerves one by one as the warmth travels through his body. Han Yoojin barely notices his dick drooling a wet spot onto his briefs, more occupied on the way Seong Hyeonje’s dick pushed against the back of his throat when it twitched.
He loses track of time like this, lulled by the dark and the warmth and the pleasant tingles through his body. Everything feels like slow molasses, his mind completely blank for the first time in years. The F-ranker can’t remember the last time he had been able to just forget everything, losing himself to the lazy satisfaction of being able to just sit there with his face against Seong Hyeonje’s crotch, letting himself be used.
It feels like half a day has passed when he notices the fingers running through his hair. Seong Hyeonje is saying something but it takes a moment for the words to make it through the fog around Han Yoojin’s brain.
“-so good for me, taking my cock like you were made for it. Weren’t you, Yoojin-gun? I felt you swallowing around me like a dirty whore, my sweet baby boy so pretty and needy for me.” Han Yoojin moans around his mouthful, feeling the way the vibrations traveled through his throat into Seong Hyeonje’s cock and made him curse. The fingers in his hair tighten and give his scalp a rough yank, forcing another moan even as he chokes on the thrust.
A sudden pressure against his groin makes Han Yoojin jerk, tears forming as his scalp stings from the harsh grip on his hair. More noises spill from his throat as Seong Hyeonje grinds his heel into his dick, still murmuring a string of utterly filthy praise as he nudged the toe of his expensive shoes right against the head of his dick.
Han Yoojin’s hand shoot up from the floor and clutch onto the ankle of the foot on his dick with a white knuckled grip, shaking from the sudden stimulus. He can’t decide whether to push away or rut into the increasing pressure, all coherency driven out of him as he feels his pleasure climb and climb and climb, made all the more intense by the little space he has to maneuver.
This is made worse by the fact that Seong Hyeonje keeps him pinned on his dick while his lower half squirms in frustration and eagerness. The pressure in his groin has nowhere to go, blocked by the cockring wrapped tight around his base. Tears slide down his cheeks as it turns painful, and he scratches weakly at Seong Hyeonje’s leg through his pants. The slick sound of Seong Hyeonje moving against his mouth is loud in the space under the desk. Han Yoojin notices the drool running down his chin and mingling with his tears and can only feel a vague sense of embarrassment, pinned down and forced to take the overwhelming pleasure as he is.
Right as Han Yoojin feels his mind white out at the edges and the waves pleasure cresting Seong Hyeonje lets go of him completely, lifting his foot at the same time as he loosens the grip on his hair. The sudden lack of sensation sends Han Yoojin crashing down from his high, desperately swallowing around Seong Hyeonje’s cock as he whines his protest. Han Yoojin grips onto the other man’s calf as he tries to move it back onto his crotch, but it is like trying to bend a steel bar.
Seong Hyeonje only chuckles, threading gentle fingers through his hair. The guild leader croons soothingly as he brings Han Yoojin down from his frenzy, making shushing noises and alternating between pets and tangling his fingers into short black locks.
A long minute passes before Han Yoojin manages to settle down again, though he begins glaring weakly at the wood where he assumes Seong Hyeonje’s head is instead. He purposefully scrapes his teeth against the base of Seong Hyeonje’s dick and hums angrily just to feel him jump, then he whines one more time to get the point across and falls quiet.
His entire body feels like shaking jello as he leans his face into Seong Hyeonje’s grip, grounding himself in the steadiness of his hands with the occasional leftover shiver. Seong Hyeonje strokes his face and tells Han Yoojin that they are halfway done, that he is so proud of him, that he feels like heaven around him, and Han Yoojin just swallows around his cock, barely able to move his head. The warmth in Seong Hyeonje’s tone sends satisfaction tingling down his spine until they reach his toes, something inside Han Yoojin purring with pleasure. The guild leader continues to hold his face until Han Yoojin recovers enough to sit up properly, at which point Seong Hyeonje pets his head and wordlessly returns to his work.
Han Yoojin goes slack under the desk. He can barely think through the haze, time blurring around him as the pleasure that had swept him away like a tsunami reforms as a gentle tide, washing over him in small waves. He realizes that sometime ago he had begun breathing in time with the throbbing of Seong Hyeonje’s dick, his throat so sensitive he can feel each twitch against his walls.
Seong Hyeonje remains quiet, the assorted sounds of paperwork and an occasional hum a quiet background as the hours pass. Eventually, he puts down his pen with a satisfied sigh and leans back in a stretch, the muscles of his thighs tensing under Han Yoojins palms. Han Yoojin perks up a little as large hands return to his hair. One drifts down to cup the back of his neck briefly, circling around to press against his Adams apple and make his throat constrict around his dick from the outside. Han Yoojin gags and lets out a small whine in protest while Seong Hyeonje murmurs an approval.
“You swallow me down so easily, don’t you? A nice, tight little throat, working to keep me warm until I finish my work.” The hand around his throat is so large that Han Yoojin can feel his fingers almost touch the nape of his neck, covering the skin between his jaw and collarbone in his warm palms as he squeezes again. Han Yoojin wheezes slightly as Seong Hyeonje blocks off his airway for a brief second, a thrill of fear making his toes curl. Seong Hyeonje moves his hand away after this though, planting it back in his hair as he struggles to breath around his cock. His throat and neck tingle with residual warmth as he pants.
Han Yoojin closes his eyes as he tries to think past the fuzz in his head, mindlessly swallowing the precum pooling in the back of his mouth. He finds his attention drifting instead, focusing on the burn of the carpet against his knees, the wetness of his briefs, the warm hands in his hair instead of the small thrusts Seong Hyeonje had begun making.
The wet sounds of his lovers cock moving in and out of his mouth quickly dominate his thoughts as the thrusts become harsher, Seong Hyeonje moving his head like a fleshlight. With each increasingly deep thrust Han Yoojin can feel the head push more against the back of his mouth, smearing precum until he can taste it thick and heavy on his tongue, his palate, the inside of his cheeks.
Han Yoojin’s eyes roll back in his head as he feels the head of Seong Hyeonje’s cock finally pop into his throat, desperately swallowing and choking around the intrusion as Seong Hyeonje empties himself into him. He feels hands stroking his hair and face as he swallows the last of Seong Hyeonje’s cum, panting heavily through his nose. Muscles tense under Han Yoojin’s hands as Seong Hyeonje pushes his chair away from the desk, his cock almost slipping completely out of his mouth. Han Yoojin chases after it on autopilot, whining and leaning forward on aching knees.
“So desperate, Yoojin-ah,” Seong Hyeonje tuts at him lightly but lets him lick around the tip, sucking him down again and feeling his cock soften slowly in his mouth.
A drawn out moment passes before Han Yoojin is pulled off with a pop, the hand in his hair gentle but unrelenting. Seong Hyeonje coos at him as he sits him on the desk. The look in his eyes makes Han Yoojin shiver.
“Please…” The need that had pulsed in the back of his mind rushes to the forefront until it was all he could think of. Bearing in mind Seong Hyeonje’s earlier order to not touch himself, Han Yoojin leaned back on shaky arms and spread his legs as wide as he could, looking up at the other man with pleading, hungry eyes.
Seong Hyeonje crumbled like wet newspaper. It would have been funny how quickly he pressed him down had Han Yoojin had the brainpower to think past the way Seong Hyeonje was devouring his mouth. Han Yoojin moaned in relief as his briefs were ripped off, finally, finally , letting his erection spring free.
Seong Hyeonje took his time opening him up, fishing a small bottle from one of his cabinets and slicking up his fingers with lube. The first and second fingers went in easily, Han Yoojin squirming as they pumped in and out, occasionally flexing and scraping short nails against his insides just to make him moan. He was on the verge of begging again by the time the third one slid in, pushing down on the digits as best as he could as he felt his rim further stretch around the intrusion. The burn is so good that Han Yoojin whines, long and loud, listening to the slick sound of lube as he is fingered.
“Just a little longer,” Seong Hyeonje purrs above him, “Be good for just a little longer. You can do it, Yoojin-ah.”
Han Yoojin does not miss the fact that Seong Hyeonje is hard again, or that he has slipped off his tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt while he has him panting on his expensive desk. The guild leader crooks his fingers as he pulls them back, tugging lightly on Han Yoojin’s rim on his way out.
Warm hands wrap around his thighs and guide them to rest on his shoulders as Seong Hyeonje nudges his dick against his rim, gripping onto his hips with fingers like steel bands. Han Yoojin is forced still as Seong Hyeonje pushes into him at the speed of a glacier, clawing at his arms as the feeling of being painstakingly stuffed full makes him shake. He is fully crying by the time Seong Hyeonje bottoms out, red faced and sensitive all over.
Seong Hyeonje just coos at him some more, kissing away his tears as he grinds his dick directly against his prostate. Han Yoojin throws his head back and screams. By now his dick is flushed almost purple and leaking precum steadily, the red cock ring still wrapped tight around the base and completely untouched. He is so desperate for friction that he can taste it, pushing his heels against Seong Hyeonje’s back and letting loose a stream of begging for him to please move, please he wants it so bad Hyeonje. He can barely move like this, bent in half with his ass lifted off the surface of the desk and his thighs pressed against Seong Hyeonje’s torso, but he tries anyway.
Han Yoojin feels the grip on his hips loosen as Seong Hyeonje bends to kiss his hair, the tender motion completely at odds with the harsh slap he gives his ass. The sound of it cracks through the room and Han Yoojin chokes on a loud sob, scratching bright red lines down the back of Seong Hyeonje’s arms as he jerks frantically.
Seong Hyeonje lets Han Yoojin fuck himself on his cock while he watches, leaning back the slightest bit to see him moving his hips. Han Yoojin is whining as he thrusts back onto his cock, tears and his own precum mixing together and wetting his face. He looks absolutely ruined and of oh, so, so, pretty. Of course, Seong Hyeonje loves his normal self most, but the sobbing mess twitching and begging under him sends excitement roaring through his blood.
The guild leader sighs in pleasure and thrusts once, slamming into his ass with bruising force. Han Yoojin’s eyes instantly roll back in his head and he arches high enough that his chest brushes Seong Hyeonje’s chin, his dick twitching like mad and his hole clenching rhythmically around his cock. Hm? Could it be…?
“Yoojin-ah…?” Seong Hyeonje has to make himself breath past the rush of overwhelming arousal, but his voice has lowered into a deep growl regardless of his efforts. Han Yoojin is not unconscious, but he can tell it was a close call. The shorter man is sprawled out on his desk and still clenching around him even as he falls into a daze.
“Orgasming dry from just one thrust hmm? I would’ve kept you under the desk for longer if I had known you were going to be so naughty.” Seong Hyeonje purrs out the words as he starts up a bruising pace, sharp, shallow thrusts that fuck deeper into Han Yoojin with every word and punch out gasping “ah, ah, ah”s as he is knocked out of his daze.
“And I bet you’d like it, wouldn’t you?” A thrust directly against his prostate makes Han Yoojin scream again and like that it is as if a dam has been broken, loud moans and cries pouring from his mouth as he is taken apart.
Han Yoojin sobs his name like a chant, holding onto the edge of his desk with a white knuckled grip that Seong Hyeonje threads his own fingers through his grip. The change in angle as he leans forwards makes every thrust scrape against that bundle of nerves again and Han Yoojin shrieks, thrashing against the overwhelming pleasure and thumping his heels against Seong Hyeonje’s shoulder blades.
“HyeonJE-! Hyeonje, H-ah! Too much, I can’t-!” Han Yoojin cuts himself off with a sob and turns his palms over, clawing the back of Seong Hyeonje’s hand. “Hyeonje please, oh my god, Hyeonje!”
“Almost there, love.” The guild leader groans into his ear, nipping the cartilage. His thrusts turn sloppy as he chases his orgasm, but Seong Hyeonje takes one hand off Han Yoojin’s hip to curl around his neglected cock.
“Cum.”
Han Yoojin arches so hard that his head bangs back against the desk as Seong Hyeonje pulls off his cockring, long strips of white painting his face, chest, abdomen as he opens his mouth in a soundless scream. He sees stars as he cums, the roaring in his ears drowning out all his other senses. Han Yoojin blacks out as his brain shuts down from the all consuming euphoria of his orgasm, and what could be seconds or hours pass by before his senses begin to work again. He barely has the presence of mind to feel Seong Hyeonje come inside him with a final thrust, letting out a small moan as he is filled to the brim.
His entire body feels heavy and numb as he floats on his high, vaguely noticing Seong Hyeonje sucking marks and bites onto his neck and chest.
It is a long time before he comes down, and he is so out of it he barely feels Seong Hyeonje pull out. Han Yoojin scrunches his nose up at the sudden lack of warmth but sighs as gentle hands wipe him down with a wet cloth. Before long he is pulled upright and leaned against a warm chest, those same hands wrapping under his back and thighs to sit him sideways on Seong Hyeonje’s lap.
Han Yoojin purrs in pleasure as he is draped in clean silk, his nose recognizing Seong Hyeonje’s scent in the overlarge shirt being wrapped around him and pulling it tighter. Everything is vague and soft through his muddled senses and he just wants to go to sleep like this, surrounded by solid warmth with a low, soothing voice murmuring praise into his ears.
He whines as someone presses the lip of a bottle against his mouth, though the moment water touches his tongue Han Yoojin realizes just how thirsty he is and drinks greedily. The F-ranker finishes half the bottle before he refuses more, and the gentle voice just chuckles as he nuzzles back into firm muscle.
“Seong Hyeonje.” His voice comes out raspy and hoarse. “Don’t move until I wake up.”
Seong Hyeonje chuckles again and Han Yoojin feels calloused fingers brush the hair away from his face.
“As demanding as always, Yoojin-ah.” He murmurs. “Won’t you let me bring you to bed?”
Han Yoojin is already half asleep and completely boneless but the thought of Seong Hyeonje’s plush bed gets his attention and he scrunches his nose in thought.
“…”
“Yes?” Seong Hyeonje murmurs the question into his hair and Han Yoojin can feel the smirk on his face, damnit. Just because he had an earth shattering orgasm moments earlier does not mean that he’s in the mood to let his lover be all mushy with him, ok?
“No.” He answers out of spite, and curls closer around Seong Hyeonje to keep him still. Han Yoojin turns his face slightly and bites down on the guild leaders shoulder where his shirt has slipped out of place to emphasize his point, squinting in satisfaction at the dark red imprint of teeth. Seong Hyeonje doesn’t even flinch, the bastard. The rumble of his laughter makes warmth flare up in Han Yoojin’s chest. Gross.
“Shut up and sit still, you pervert ahjussi.” He pushes his face against Seong Hyeonje’s neck and bites him again, right at the juncture between neck and jaw and gnawing a little at the skin. The hand that had been sliding suspiciously close to his ass retreats to his lower back.
“So quick to sting.” Seong Hyeonje heaves an exasperated sigh but wraps his arms around him tighter, lightly kissing the top of Han Yoojin’s head. “Whatever should I do? My cute lover is so unsympathetic.”
Well that’s obvious, Han Yoojin thinks right before he falls into a deep sleep. All Seong Hyeonje needs to do is please him, and he’s already doing a pretty good job with that.