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Moonjo worked out at least an hour everyday. It was so he could reach a perfect form for his darling because Jongwoo seemed to love his body, judging by how often he loved playing with it quite often.
He was done for the day so he headed up to the locker room of the gym in their luxurious apartment complex, which was empty. He was glad that not many people used it because it meant he didn’t have to put up a façade. Though he was good at it, it was tiring.
He decided to stay here for a good while, spoiling himself with a relaxing shower. He washed his hair with intense concentration, making sure it was properly cleaned, and scrubbed his arms, legs and his abs carefully with the vanilla scented shower gel. Stayed under the hot water, feeling it glide over his muscular form. After he got out, he took advantage of the still empty room. Did his skin-care, oral hygiene, body lotion meticulously, and then put on perfume. In that order. The order was important.
He stopped by the grocery store for a very important purchase Jongwoo had demanded of him before he went back home.
The apartment was quiet, which wasn’t surprising because it was a Sunday afternoon. Jongwoo was probably taking a nap as usual. Moonjo’s speculation was confirmed when he saw the boy sprawled out on their bed. Jongwoo looked like a cute kitten. A voice at the back of Moonjo’s head urged him to wake Jongwoo up and lick him up and down until he begged Moonjo to fuck him but he shook his head at the thought. He didn’t want to disturb his darling’s beauty sleep so he went to the living room and settled on the couch with a book he chose from the shelf, and started reading.
An hour had passed when he heard a click sound coming from the direction of their room and lifted his head. He observed Jongwoo as he approached. The writer didn’t seem sleepy or upset in particular. He looked content, which made Moonjo happy. He was wearing a baggy white hoodie, way too big for his cute slim body; His legs were deliciously visible because he wasn’t wearing jeans or shorts. Moonjo licked his lips, feeling the familiar urge to devour the boy. He took a deep breath as he put the book on the table and brought his attention back to his lover, his legs opening without him even realizing it.
Jongwoo smirked when he saw Moonjo’s legs open for him and he positioned himself between them. The older’s large hands landed on both sides of his hips. He raised his hand to caress Moonjo’s hair and leaned down to inhale the freshly-showered smell. He hummed happily. Then he gripped Moonjo’s hair and pulled it back a little to see his pretty face better. Moonjo was looking at him with hungry, lustful eyes. He basked in the feeling of having a giant at his mercy, ready to receive orders from its master. It made him feel like a deity.
“How was your nap, baby? Have you rested well?”
“Mhm.” Jongwoo nodded. “Did you get what I asked you for?”
“Yes,” said Moonjo. He dipped his hand in his pocket and handed him the popping candy with lollipop.
He watched as Jongwoo ripped up the pack and downed some of the popping candy, holding the lollipop that came with it in his hand. Their eyes met when Jongwoo opened his mouth wide to hear the popping sound. He grinned at Moonjo adorably, almost daring him to keep his hands to himself.
But Moonjo was unbelievably impatient at the sight. He couldn’t help himself, he leaped forward and caught Jongwoo’s lips, making him bend down. Of course, Jongwoo came to him willingly, the unopened lollipop dropping on the floor, forgotten. That was when Moonjo felt the outline of the writer’s dick brush his t-shirt where their chests came flush against each other, which was what made Moonjo force the younger to open up for him, forcefully as he could, prying open his mouth with his own.. He knew this was the way to make his darling drip wet. When Jongwoo parted his mouth, Moonjo attacked, licked into him greedily, chasing the sweet taste.
An involuntary moan left his lips when Moonjo felt hands land on his soft black hair, slender fingers passing through his curls, making him feel all giddy inside. He was so touch-starved that it was agonizing to be touched. It felt like he was losing control. He was about to stand up, to loom over Jongwoo and gain some back, but Jongwoo kept him in place by clutching his scalp and forcing him to sit back down. He wasn’t surprised by the younger's strength but he was entranced by the movement nonetheless.
He let out a short-lived whine when Jongwoo broke their kiss to pour more candy in his mouth. Moonjo watched him helplessly with a pout because Jongwoo was taking his precious time, making Moonjo even more impatient with increasing lust.
He didn’t let the boy swallow. His hands landed on either side of Jongwoo’s face and pulled him down to continue their kiss. He stole some of the candy from Jongwoo’s mouth and licked it off, relishing in the sweet flavor. Jongwoo let out a loud moan, which Moonjo absolutely loved. To his disappointment, he was being pushed away, their kiss broken once again.
“Up.”
Moonjo raised his arms in compliance and tossed his t-shirt on the couch. He saw the writer tuck one hand in his hoodie’s pocket to take out a small white-inlaid folding knife that got Moonjo overly excited, before tossing the sweatshirt aside. Although shirtless, Moonjo still had shorts on while Jongwoo was now only in a pair of underwear that stuck to his beautiful body like glue. The imbalance of their clothing and lack there-of drove Moonjo crazy with heavily increasing lust, making him absent-mindedly salivate at the sight of the almost completely naked boy standing in front of him looking all innocent as he circled the V line on his hips with his thumbs.
Wrapping his arms around Jongwoo’s waist, he rested his head on the younger’s naked chest. He could feel Jongwoo’s dick better now that they were half-naked; it twitched when their bodies came in contact and he heard Jongwoo suck in a breath. But Moonjo deliberately didn’t lay a hand on him. He was waiting for the right moment. His hands traveled along Jongwoo’s back tenderly. The boy’s skin was so soft. He tried to let go of the idea of biting Jongwoo like he was a marshmallow.
The living room was quiet so it was easy to hear Jongwoo’s heartbeat. Jongwoo was breathing heavily and his heart was beating rapidly, probably due to the rush he was feeling by the idea of inflicting pain upon Moonjo. And Moonjo was ready for it. He started humming a song while Jongwoo painted him red.
I’ve lost all ambition for worldly acclaim,
There was a sudden sharpness on his back that went up and down slowly. He hissed at the pain and turned his head forward. He licked a stripe up Jongwoo’s chest to distract himself. His shoulders moved reflexively on their own at the delightful sensation.
Jongwoo whispered, “Shh, keep still,” fully concentrating on his work and not wanting to make a mess. It had to be perfect.
Moonjo tried to will his body to cease its movement at the command; he knew Jongwoo would be upset if he didn’t obey. To ground himself, his strong arms embraced the younger’s slim but muscular body more firmly.
I just wanna be the one you love.
His focus was split in half when Jongwoo’s other hand started stroking his soft dark hair gently. Pleasure mixed with pain. His eyes closed automatically in ecstasy, his mouth turned upwards but the frown on his face remained. Although the knife’s movements were light and careful, there was still enough pressure to leave temporary scars. He never complained about any of them. He loved what was happening.
And with your admission that you feel the same,
The hand on his hair dropped to his side, stroking the skin smoothly. His breath quickened, legs wrapping around Jongwoo’s to invite the boy closer for comfort. Jongwoo’s fingers trailed his muscles lightly while his other hand cut him. Moonjo internally thanked the universe for gifting him such a perfect partner.
The sharpness on his back suddenly ceased. His head was being lifted, soft lips pressed to his so sweetly that his heart ached at the touch. Jongwoo was everywhere.
He sang the last lines against the other’s puffy lips.
I'll have reached the goal I’m dreaming of.
He suddenly felt like crying from the amount of physical affection he was receiving. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He wanted more. So much more. When Jongwoo kissed him long and deep, he couldn’t stop a teardrop from falling. The younger wiped the tear away before his mouth trailed down his neck and bit on his pulse.
“Would y–” Jongwoo started impatiently but his words were cut off because he was out of breath. He gulped and tried again. “Would you let me take your carotid artery out with my teeth?” He mouthed at the visible bump on the older’s skin with slick lips. “Would you let me eat you?” The hunger was clear in his voice.
“Yeah,” Moonjo muttered, his words slurring. “Of course, darling.”
Jongwoo grinned. This was the answer he wanted to hear. He loved how pliant Moonjo became under his touch. He pressed a kiss on Moonjo’s cheek and continued his work on the older’s flesh.
The pain on Moonjo’s back had resumed and it mixed with the pleasure of his lover’s wet mouth on his neck. He was gone, drunk on the feeling of being desired by the same person who desired him.
There was a craving for Jongwoo, so strong that it made Moonjo dizzy. It suffocated him, like he was underwater and the only way he could reach the surface and breathe again was if Jongwoo touched him or looked at him. Even though his darling’s looks were always predatory and his touches painful.
He was grateful. Always was. Jongwoo was his work of art, he was proud of what he’d become. Moonjo would take out his own heart and give it to him if he asked. In fact, he wanted Jongwoo to ask him to do that. To ask him for his organs, his blood, flesh. He wanted to nourish Jongwoo. Live in him. So when the writer asked to tear his throat, he was more than happy to provide.
Staying true to his promise, Moonjo tilted his head to allow Jongwoo better access to his neck. He was ready to be taken. The writer gnawed on the skin, licked, bit and stretched it with his teeth. Moonjo’s breath hitched in his throat. He struggled to breathe properly; it felt like Jongwoo really was eating him. The thought of Jongwoo becoming a cannibal made him grin.
It wasn’t so unbelievable to Moonjo that Jongwoo was turning out to be as carnivorous as him because Moonjo was covered in bite marks and long, angry red nail tracks all the time. Whenever they made love, it almost always turned violent.
This wasn’t just sex, though. Jongwoo seemed to enjoy leaving marks on Moonjo’s body anytime for any reason. He’d bring his folding knife everywhere they went, and hated when places wouldn’t allow him to take it inside. So the writer would settle for using his own mouth and hands for the pain he wanted to inflict upon Moonjo.
If they were in a restaurant, Jongwoo would catch other men or women staring at Moonjo and entwine their hands while eating.
And sometimes he’d tug at Moonjo’s sleeve to follow him to the bathroom in hurried steps to kiss him in secret until Moonjo was sure he was gonna die from lack of oxygen. Then Jongwoo would leave visible bite marks on the older’s neck without a single care in the world.
Moonjo used to have arguments with Jongwoo about this. He’d tried explaining to his lover that nobody else interested him, he didn’t care about anyone, and that Jongwoo needed to stop. But Jongwoo would leave in rage. He’d be out for hours, making the dentist worry sick about him and come back home drunk in the middle of the night. And instead of apologizing, he’d tuck his face in the crook of Moonjo’s neck and tell him how much he loved him.
Moonjo knew what this was because it was mutual. Jongwoo had the urge to claim him, to own him, just like Moonjo did him at Eden. Eventually, he’d yield, not because he felt bad, but because Jongwoo was more important to him than a stupid argument.
The older man seemed lost in thought. Jongwoo pulled him back by putting more pressure on the last line he drew on his back, making the dentist groan loudly and move his shoulders reflexively again. “Stay with me.” Blood oozed out and ran down his skin. Huh, he thought, Maybe this one will stay a little longer.
“Aish–” When Moonjo opened his mouth to complain, Jongwoo leaned down and kissed it sloppily. He licked away the faint taste of the candy on Moonjo’s tongue, fighting to have the upper hand. Grasping the older man’s hair with one hand, he wrapped his other around his throat tight, making Moonjo growl. Jongwoo knew the dentist had a thing for the throat.
Jongwoo touched the latest scar on his back, putting an average amount of pressure with one finger, then he brought it to Moonjo’s lips. Demanding him to open his mouth, then suck on the finger. Moonjo licked the blood off with pleasure.
Jongwoo smirked. “Good boy.”
Moonjo felt something awaken inside him upon hearing those words. He took hold of Jongwoo’s waist in a quick motion, making the writer yelp in surprise as he changed their positions. Sitting on Jongwoo’s ass, Moonjo brought his arms above his head, and pressed them firmly on the couch. His other hand pushed Jongwoo’s face against the pillow with no mercy, ravenous for control.
“Who’s a good boy now, honey?” asked Moonjo, gritting his teeth. His mouth was right next to Jongwoo’s, his hot breath hitting the younger’s cheek.
A moan left Jongwoo when his semi-hard dick touched the surface of the couch. He needed friction but he was sure Moonjo would prefer making him suffer to giving him what he wanted, so he just went limp under the dentist's hands.
“That’s right,” Moonjo remarked. “You are.”
His broad body covered Jongwoo’s in a perfect way. He dropped one hand to lower Jongwoo’s underwear, followed by his own shorts, and inserted his cock between the crook of the boy’s thighs right under his ass; that was his third favorite hole on Jongwoo’s body. There was no need to wet his cock with lube because it was already slick with his precum. He moaned at the tightness as he started thrusting frantically.
“You’re such a fucking slut.” Moonjo stared at the boy, whose eyes were heavy-lidded, mouth open wide and slightly drooling. “Look at you.” He muttered, gritting his teeth. “You’re powerless. You’re–” The noise Moonjo made was filthy and involuntary.
Jongwoo loved it. He wanted to hear more of it. The fact that Moonjo was using his body for his own pleasure while neglecting Jongwoo’s was what was getting him so wet. However, it was agonizing that he couldn’t touch himself.
“Mine,” said Moonjo. The possessive need to stamp the word on the boy’s skin washed over him. His other hand slid in Jongwoo’s mouth, forcefully pressing on the tongue. The digits were being sucked in by the younger boy’s lips like a vacuum and all Moonjo could think was how lucky he was for having found Jongwoo.
Warmth flooded through Jongwoo. He wished Moonjo could self-replicate so that he could suck his dick and be fucked by him at the same time. It would be a dream come true, but sadly that wasn’t the reality they lived in.
Jongwoo tried to let the dentist know that he needed more but he was unable to move or speak. Moonjo was pinning him down with his large body; one of his hands had a tight grip on both of Jongwoo’s, and the fingers in his mouth weren’t helping. Jongwoo uttered More, and Please but it all came out as nonsense.
Moonjo retracted his fingers from his mouth to hear him more clearly. “What?”
“Please,”
“Please what, honey? Want me to fuck you?” He parted the younger’s ass cheeks and circled his hole teasingly. “Hm? Will you be a good boy and take it?”
“Moonjo," Jongwoo shuddered and pushed back, hoping his hole could catch the finger, but knowing damn well he wasn’t going to get any unless he begged for it.
“Or should I come on your pretty ass and just leave…”
“No, please, please, plea-”
Moonjo caught Jongwoo’s lower lip, stretching it wide with his teeth and licking it enthusiastically—causing the writer to let out a loud moan—then he murmured against it, “You’re so fucking cute when you beg.”
He spat on his hand and pumped his dick once, twice, mixing the spit with his precum, then pushed the tip inside slowly. Although eager, he heard Jongwoo gasp at the intrusion because he'd been too impatient to be prepped. The way the boy was trying to push out his dick made Moonjo feel ecstatic.
“Oh, fuck, Moonjo–”
“I know, baby,” Moonjo whispered with a low, thick voice. “Be a good boy and just take it.” He fondled his partner’s body up and down with soft touches to soothe the pain as he pushed his cock in deeper, making the writer cry beautifully for him. He felt Jongwoo shy away reflexively but Moonjo didn’t retreat; he shoved his cock into the boy’s resisting flesh until he was fully buried in him. “Yeah. Just like that. You're doing so well, jagi.” Jongwoo clenched around him and a desperate groan escaped his lips. Eyes closed shut in concentration, he took his time to feel the hot tightness.
“Moonjo,” The writer’s whimpers turned him on so much that, for a second, Moonjo contemplated not fucking him at all. It was so much fun watching the boy writhe underneath him.
He started moving when he was certain Jongwoo was no longer in pain. Jongwoo let out the most adorable noises when he shoved his tongue in the boy’s mouth, letting him suck it like it was a pacifier.
His pace got faster not long after, fucking Jongwoo brutally. Jongwoo rocked back to meet his thrusts. They were in excellent harmony. Breaking their kiss, Moonjo groaned. “Good, good boy,” he praised. He slapped Jongwoo’s bouncing ass a few times until it turned an angry red, making the boy cry out against his mouth and the dentist chuckle. “So pretty.”
Nails dug into Jongwoo’s hips, leaving purple moon-shaped marks. Moonjo loved marking Jongwoo as much as Jongwoo loved marking him; it was one of his favorite parts of fucking the boy. Most of them would be on the verge of bleeding, and this time was no different.
Speaking of, the knife scars on his back started to hurt a little and he cursed in pain, his shoulders moving on their own uncomfortably.
“Yeah. You’re mine, too,” slurred Jongwoo, as if to prove his point. Heavy-lidded eyes locked with the older’s, not letting go. The scars he made on Moonjo’s body were his way of staking a claim.
Moonjo’s movements slowed down and the grip he had on Jongwoo’s hands, still held above his head, weakened a bit. He leaned back a little and gazed into Jongwoo’s eyes, remembering the times the boy had gotten so jealous. There was a glimpse of worry in them. Someone else might’ve missed it but Moonjo knew him.
“That’s right,” said Moonjo with confidence. He brought his hand to Jongwoo’s cheek, stroked it while he kissed him reassuringly; just a feathery touch, but enough to steal Jongwoo’s heart once again as he whispered against his mouth. “I am yours, Jongwoo. Completely and utterly.”
When he saw the boy visibly relax, Moonjo himself frowned. “Oh, baby.” Now he was worried why Jongwoo was worried in the first place. He couldn’t have that. He wanted to make his darling feel better so he started planting kisses on the boy’s face; his cheek at first, then forehead, eyes, nose, and and lastly, he brushed lips against the other’s. When Jongwoo opened up, he licked into his mouth, swallowing the sounds Jongwoo was letting out and tongue sliding with his slowly and with patience; as if they had all the time in the world.
Moonjo’s hand went from Jongwoo’s hips to his neck. His palm closed around the Adam’s apple, feeling the bump on the boy’s throat. He clenched it roughly as he took his cock almost all out and then snapped back, pinning Jongwoo onto the couch with every rough thrust.
“Nobody else, honey. It’s just you.” He threw his head back in ecstasy when he felt the familiar hotness growing in his belly. Panting heavily, he let out a loud groan right next to Jongwoo’s ear, which made the writer shiver. His hand squeezed Jongwoo’s neck with the intent of painting him purple. Eyes glazed with lust and the pleasure he was drunk on, he whispered the last words: “Just you.” Teeth sank in his partner’s shoulder and his hips went absolutely frantic with the pleasure he was chasing as he came in the boy’s tight hole, letting out an animalistic, loud moan.
Moonjo’s words were reassuring. Jongwoo knew he was being ridiculous after everything they went through. There was no reason for him to be so jealous, but it wasn’t exactly jealousy he was feeling. It was ownership, possession. Followed by the craving for validation.
Feeling the wet heat, and Moonjo groaning like that on top of hearing the possessive words the dentist said in heat, Jongwoo couldn’t hold it back anymore. He climaxed rubbing himself against the couch trying to gain as much friction as possible, and spilling white on it while shaking under the dentist. His eyes rolled back into his head as he cried out loud, making the prettiest O face. He saw white. Then he saw black. He may have seen stars in there somewhere, too, but it could just be the image of Moonjo's cute smile that was carved into his mind forever.
Jongwoo collapsed on the couch out of exhaustion. He could spread his arms comfortably now that Moonjo had finally decided to release the grip on his wrists, which made him realize the old man was still grinding his hips, fucking into the writer lazily and breathing heavily in his ear. It made Jongwoo literally cry. He couldn’t see, but he could tell Moonjo was in as much pain as Jongwoo was from overstimulation..
After all, Moonjo has always been just really bad at letting go.
He frowned and whimpered like a stray kitten, trying to push the dentist away, it had started to become too much. “Stop, ah– Moonjo,” he hissed. “Enough.” He heard the dentist chuckle coldly before he pulled out and laid down on top of him.
The only sound in the room was their synced breathing. It was peaceful, being able to shut up and find comfort in the company of a person’s silence. Jongwoo ached for this type of intimacy, he was glad to have finally found it in Moonjo. It lasted for a few minutes before he spoke.
“Hey.”
Moonjo’s voice was muffled, mouth latched onto Jongwoo’s neck. “Hm?”
“Let me turn around.”
Moonjo got up momentarily, tucked himself in his shorts and then let Jongwoo lay on his back, helping him tuck himself in his underwear as well. He laid back down on top of his partner and dropped his head on the boy’s chest, breathing him in with his eyes closed. Just feeling him. It was heavenly. Moonjo was having the time of his life in his darling’s arms. Safe and sound.
He felt the boy's hands roam around the healing cuts on his back, fingers gently caressing his skin, occasionally making him hiss in pain that reminded Moonjo of who the dominant one between them was.
Jongwoo suddenly remembered the lollipop from earlier. He searched for it with one hand on the floor and found it still wrapped in its package. He tore the bag with his teeth, opening it quickly, and brought the candy to Moonjo’s mouth.
Moonjo hummed and accepted it. It was strawberry flavored, he liked it. Sucking on it tiredly, he murmured, “You’re the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Jongwoo chuckled sweetly and murmured back, “And you’re the sharpest.”