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Hyuntak huffs out a breath as he dries his hair with a towel. He is genuinely going to kick Seongje out of the house if he doesn’t stop complaining about Baekjin not asking him about his foot.

“...and he had the audacity to ask about the burner account,” Seongje’s muffled voice comes through their attached washroom’s door.

Hyuntak is actually going to lose his mind. It has been 2 weeks since the rooftop fight with some Union punks that didn’t pay their share on time, which ended up with Seongje’s foot getting stabbed by his own glasses. Initially, Hyuntak did find it funny, but now he's just annoyed, because Seongje keeps complaining about Baekjin despite his foot being perfectly healed.

“I wasn’t going to snitch on him? I’m not dumb like his childhood friend.”

Hyuntak wraps the towel low around his hips and opens the bathroom door and is just about to tell Seongje to sleep on the couch when what he sees makes him freeze in his steps.

There. Is. No. Fucking. Way.

Hyuntak freezes and contemplates whether to scream or–

Oh fuck, it moves. It’s not a fucking mannequin.

Seongje(?) wearing a ridiculous orange jacket that makes him look like a traffic cone is tilting his head and smirking at him while he can clearly hear Seongje still complaining about Baekjin in the living room.

“Who are you?” He blurts.

“You know exactly who we are, Tak-ah.” What. The. Fuck. There’s two. Two. Seongjes on their bed.

Hyuntak tilts his head “I- You- Huh?”

Seongje is oddly silent now.

“Hyuntak!”

Three heads snap towards the bedroom door as Seongje, well, two Seongjes, storm into the bedroom. One Seongje is still in his uniform and the other is in a blue and white jacket, being dragged into the bedroom by the back of his neck.

That is Hyuntak’s Seongje.

“Puppy, what the fuck is going on?” he asks Hyuntak, baffled.

Hyuntak is equally baffled. “Well, there’s four of you in the apartment right now.”

“Wow. Nothing gets past you, huh?” The Seongje behind Hyuntak comments.

Seongje behind Hyuntak? “What the fuck?”

Hyuntak nearly jumps out of his skin, when did this Seongje appear in his washroom? Was he there when he was showering? He would’ve noticed, right? Right?

“I just appeared here, don’t worry Takie,” the Seongje with the black and red jacket replies, as if reading Hyuntak’s mind.

Hyuntak might have actually lost his mind after listening to Seongje complain about Baekjin for the nth time. There is no way whatever he is seeing is real.

The real Seongje is equally shocked. His head hurts, he doesn’t know which way is up and down anymore.

“So is anybody going to explain what is going on here, why can I see four other versions of myself here?” Seongje finally asks.

The clone? beside the traffic-cone-looking Seongje, the one with the blue and white jacket, finally answers. “Why don’t you ask Takie? He does know why we’re here.”

Four heads turn to look at Hyuntak.

Including his own Seongje.

Hyuntak freezes.

A horrible sense of dread settles in Hyuntak's stomach.

Because he does know why they're here.

And, more importantly, he knows exactly who is to blame.

The Seongje still in the real Seongje’s grip just chuckles. “Aren’t you going to resolve this confusion for your boyfriend? Takie?”

The fanfiction. The fanfiction. That one SuhoSieun fic with 5 Suhos. Did he fucking manifest 4 Seongjes out of thin air because he wanted to be in Sieun’s position so bad?

“I’m so fucking horny right now, I will explain it myself,” the orange Seongje, frustrated and hard, speaks up just as the Seongje behind Hyuntak starts taking off his towel while kissing him.

Hyuntak tries to hear what this whole thing is about to confirm his suspicion. He truly does. Yet he all but sinks into the arms around his waist as one of the Seongje’s seemingly entertains himself with Hyuntak’s nipples. Warm fingers grab and twist gently, making Hyuntak cry in pleasure.

Hyuntak squirms, flushed from ears to chest. Wandering fingers and that low voice in his ear, too close, too sharp, too much.

“So sensitive, aren’t you?” Seongje purrs, gently biting at Hyuntak's neck.

He whimpers again. Cock half-hard already but he just squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t know if this counts as cheating since it’s still Seongje just in different jackets, but he certainly feels guilty.

Suddenly, strong fingers tangle in Hyuntak’s damp hair, the roughness scraping his scalp. The sensation sends a jolt through his body as his head is tipped back.

Seongje’s gaze catches his, dark and unwavering. “Puppy,” Seongje says, voice deep and commanding. “You don’t have to feel guilty. At the end of the day, you know who you belong to. Right?”

Hyuntak just nods dumbly, still not able to process that his Seongje, who fights anyone who even looks at his direction for more than 3 seconds is letting his clones(?) fuck him?

“Words, puppy.”

Hyuntak nods frantically. “Yes, you. You. Always you, hyung.”

“Good puppy, be good for them.”

The Seongje with the red and black jacket, exactly like the one Hyuntak once saw when he and Seongje were at the Union hideout, pulls Hyuntak towards the bed while kissing him like it was the end of the world, and finally drops the towel that is wrapped around his waist.

On the other hand, the Seongje that was playing with his nipples grabs the towel that was around Hyuntak’s neck and yanks Hyuntak’s arms behind his back, binding his wrists tightly.

“Wh-what the-?! Let me fucking go!”

“Nah,” Seongje mutters, voice low and suddenly amused. “You look prettier like this.”

He doesn't stop for a second, moving faster than Hyuntak can keep up with.

In one practiced motion, he spins him.

Hyuntak stumbles, nearly trips over himself, arms pulled behind so tight it pushes his chest forward and before he can right himself, Seongje’s already sitting on the couch, legs wide, arms relaxed, and is yanking Hyuntak down onto his lap.

He’s beginning to understand why Sieun got so pliant in the fanfiction. This actually feels so good, to say the least.

But he isn’t in the mood to be a pliant little toy for these incubi Seongjes to fuck even though his Seongje did tell him to be good, so he does what he’s the best at. Being a menace.

Hyuntak squirms like a little puppy. Tries to stand. Elbows back, trying to elbow the other Seongje in the ribs. Twists his torso. But tied like that, every movement just arches his back more, pressing his thighs tighter against Seongje’s.

But Hyuntak still presses his thighs together, only to be reminded that it’s futile, when it wrenches a cry out from between his lips, his hard cock rubbing harsher against Seongje’s hard muscles.

It doesn’t help that the Seongje behind him is ruthless with the way he guides his hips, harsh, sharp, and short movements while nipping on his neck lightly, which quickly throws Hyuntak’s mind into a frenzy.

Blushing furiously, lips parted, chest heaving, and drooling, he’s a mess. And the Seongje in front of him looks infuriatingly calm, like this is routine, like Hyuntak’s fluster does nothing but fuel his ego.

“N-not like t-this— ngh—”

“Yeah?” Seongje drawls. “Then why are you drooling, pup?”

And then, the Seongje behind him grips the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss.

He kisses him softly, caresses his lips gently with the utmost tenderness, until Hyuntak’s shoulders fall lax, and until he melts into Seongje’s arms. He is eager to support all of Hyuntak’s weight, letting him fall back against his chest and biting lightly at his bottom lip.

It elicits a sound similar to a squeak from Hyuntak, who tenses for a second before relaxing his body again, all his curves moulding into the crevices of both the Seongjes, the clones of the person he loves most in the world.

Seongje only parts from his lips when he can feel the erratic pounding of Hyuntak’s heart against his own chest. Their lips disconnect with a wet smack, but Seongje doesn’t take a break, immediately moving over Hyuntak’s shoulder to capture the other Seongje’s inviting, pink lips in a kiss.

It’s heated right off the bat, and the other Seongje understands why Hyuntak had turned to jelly so easily; This Seongje kisses like it’s the end of the world, like he’s starved, like he’ll die if he doesn’t suck his tongue into his mouth, lick over all the crevices, and imprint the shape of his lips into his brain forever.

Hyuntak just continues to squirm, not as desperately as before.

It’s gradual. He stops fighting as hard.

Then he just… stops talking. He slumps forward a bit more. Still tied. Still bratty. But a bit more pliant now.

And Seongje just grips harder, fingers leaving marks on his tan skin.

Hyuntak's breathing stutters, uneven and shaky. He’s writhing in Seongje's lap, wrists still bound tight behind his back so that every squirm only makes him more aware of how little room he has to move. His thighs squeeze in helpless rhythm, spreading and closing like he can’t decide which is worse. Pressing down on the hard shape beneath him or pulling away from it.

The Seongje behind him slides his fingers towards his chest again, rough calloused tips dragging feather-light across oversensitive skin.

He pinches, flicks, teases, never giving him the mercy of a steady pace, until Hyuntak's whole body feels like it’s about to fold in on itself from the embarrassment, the frustration, and the hotter, heavier pull that’s settling low in his belly.

“No— S’nje, don't, sensiti—!”

Seongje hums, finally parting from the other Seongje, tilting his head. “Sensitive?” he says, gently pinching one peaked bud.

The touch makes Hyuntak jolt with a little hiccup of surprise, his chest arching before he can stop it. His whole body twitches like a live wire, and he whimpers, trying to twist away even as his hips grind forward into Seongje’s lap.

“‘M gonna come,” he gasps, crying into Seongje's jacket, his lips latching onto a patch of skin on Seongje's neck in desperation.

He sucks, worries the skin between his teeth until it’s a horrible shade of red and purple, mottled and looking nasty.

“Please, please, wanna come.”

“No one’s stopping you, baby,” Seongje coos.

“Come for us, puppy,” Seongje whispers from behind him as he lightly nips at his ear, voice all sweet and deep, while his hands continue assaulting his nipples.

And as always, it’s enough for Hyuntak to reach the crescendo, send him over the edge, tipping him over until everything snaps, reaching its peak.

A loud moan falls from his lips, muffled almost completely by the way Hyuntak shoves his face into Seongje’s neck, entire frame shaking with pleasure as his orgasm wrecks through him, head to toe, until he’s left panting with sweat between his brow.

For a moment, the only sounds are their mingled panting. But then, Hyuntak blinks through the haze, and reality hits.

“Ugh...” he groans, wriggling in Seongje’s lap with a disgusted shudder. “Gross...”

The Seongje behind him just lets out a chuckle “You cummed untouched by nothing but rutting on my lap like a desperate pup and now you’re calling it gross.”

“They’re all cocky fuckers like Seongje” Hyuntak thinks, as he (adorably) tries to glare at him by twisting his head around, still trying to twist himself away from the mess, though with his wrists still bound behind him, it just makes him just smear the mess around more.

“Ugh, just let me out right now, this is disgusting!” He said, his voice pitching higher, with that bratty edge returning again.

And finally the Seongje whose lap he’s on reaches behind him without a word and nimbly works on the knot. The towel slackens, and Hyuntak can finally yank his wrists free.

Hyuntak tries to get up in a hurry, not even minding the Seongje behind him; But he’s far from done, that much he knows as much when he gets pushed back onto Seongje’s lap again just as he pulls his hands forward, flexing his sore wrists with a dramatic hiss.

He lands with a soft smack and he is astonished to find that Seongje has already taken off his pants and jacket, under which, he assumes, he wasn’t wearing anything, just like the Seongje in the school uniform.

“Yah!” he almost screams as his thighs come in contact with bare skin.

“Why haven’t you disappeared yet?” Hyuntak asks, baffled.

“Oh Tak-ie, not everything works the way it did,” Seongje speaks just as the one behind him leans down and whispers “in the fanfictions you’ve read” in his ear.

“What do you mean!?” Hyuntak squeaks out.

Both the Seongjes just chuckle lightly as if in sync.

“N-no, not again—” Hyuntak whines as his wrists are grabbed again.

With one smooth, long-practised motion, Seongje loops the belt around them under the melody of Hyuntak’s dissatisfied whining.

Hyuntak doesn’t even manage to react as Seongje effortlessly rolls them over, pressing Hyuntak flat against the mattress. He bounces with the bed a few times indignantly as Seongje catches his ankles and pulls him close.

“Seongje!” He whines as he feels Seongje rub his fingers in Hyuntak's own mess and push a finger in.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll just stretch you out a bit.”

“Hyung!” Hyuntak bucks his hips and cries out as he shakes his head like a hypocrite.

Five different groans fill the room, even the real Seongje.

“He calls you hyung?” Hyuntak faintly hears through the daze.

Seongje adds a second finger just as punishment for making Hyuntak gasp.

“Baby, it’s just my fingers. You’ve taken them a hundred times.” He crooks them up for good measure and rubs his fingertips at the swollen spot inside like it’s muscle memory.

“Be good, Tak-ah.” Hyuntak hears from beside him where he sees another Seongje the one who was abusing his poor chest, in an equal state of undress as the other.

There are three fingers in him now, scissoring and moving in and out of him lazily, teasing that particular spot whenever Seongje wants to hear him yelp out again.

When he pulls his fingers out, Hyuntak doesn’t try to protest anymore, but he presses his thighs together and stares at Seongje with wide doe eyes.

“Just the tip, baby, hm? I just need to come once and then all the others can have their turns,” he asks with a slowly growing smile as he uses both hands to pry Hyuntak’s knees from apart.

Hyuntak whines incoherently as Seongje presses the head of his cock to his well-stretched hole and slowly pushes in.

He has to hold back his own groan at how perfect it feels. He has to force it in slightly for it to fully pop inside, and the way Hyuntak contracts to suck him in while simultaneously trying to push out the intrusion is heaven.

Hyuntak’s lashes flutter as his mouth opens in a silent gasp.

Seongje pulls out, then pushes back in again, maybe a finger-width deeper inside. Hyuntak tightens impossibly, and Seongje’s cock pulses with the want to pull him closer by the hips and sink all the way to the hilt.

Hyuntak squirms, ass clenching painfully around him. “Oh God, p-please…” Seongje rocks forward, and Hyuntak tries to kick him to push him back, but his ankle is caught by the Seongje beside him as he tuts.

Seongje rocks forward again and Hyuntak cries out, desperately trying to wiggle away from him.

Now that he can’t have.

Hyuntak whimpers and shakes his head frantically as he tries to use his hips to squirm away, even trying to use his elbows uselessly.

“Just a little more, baby.”

He struggles so much that the belt starts visibly cutting into his skin and when no amount of Seongje's sweet little whispers work, he pulls his arm back and slaps Hyuntak across the cheek hard enough to leave marks.

Hyuntak goes still, and then a sob wrecks through him, tears shining in his pretty eyes.

“You said just the tip…” His voice is trembling, He's so fucking pretty like this, with tears glittering in his eyes.

Seongje bottoms out and Hyuntak just sobs.

“Oh God, no no, hyung, you said— you said—” Seongje lifts his lower back off the bed and yanks him closer so his ass rests on Seongje’s thighs.

This drives his cock deeper into Hyuntak’s guts and makes a noticeable little bump right below his navel.

Hyuntak’s eyes roll back as his back arches even further up and he comes all over his own chest.

Seongje smirks. Pulling out slowly, he watches Hyuntak’s tummy deflate, before he snaps his hips forward and makes that same bump again.

“All this whining and crying just to cum so quickly.”

Hyuntak shakes his head frantically but all that comes out of his mouth is a high pitched moan, punched out of him by Seongje’s slow, powerful thrusts. “No?” he coos mockingly.

Rapidly, Hyuntak drops the damn act and moans out loudly.

Seongje only needs a couple more thrusts before he comes as well, fills him up, and paints his insides pearly white.

He’s quick to unite Hyuntak’s wrists after that and kiss the bruises on the younger's wrist as he slowly pulls out, while Hyuntak whines at the loss.

When he finally calms down and opens his eyes, one Seongje is gone.

“Oh so they have to cum to disappear instead…” Hyuntak thinks dazedly, somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Fucking figures,” Hyuntak mumbles to himself.

The other Seongje beside him leans in and presses a deep, filthy kiss onto Hyuntak’s lips.

By the time he finally lets Hyuntak pull away, he’s already hard, eyes glazed and whining softly while trying to gasp in some air.

“I’ve been waiting my turn for so fucking long,” he says, as his hands wander on Hyuntak’s thighs, touching, teasing, and making Hyuntak let out pretty gasps.

Hyuntak looks down, trying to push his hands away. “Ngh— i-it tickles.”

When he notices, oh, it seems to be the same size as Seongje… that’s not weird.

Strong arms pull him into a warm embrace, pulling him up from the bed slightly as he scrambles to hold Seongje.

“Seongje-yah?” He tilts his head slightly to look up at Seongje, eyes going wide as Seongje folds him in half. Seongje nudges his cock at his soft entrance again, still dripping with the evidence that the last Seongje left, penetrating Hyuntak and sliding into his filthy wet hole. The way Seongje pushes into him makes him feel like he’s about to burst, filled with Seongje's cock and cum.

Seongje doesn’t let up when Hyuntak starts making wet, meek noises again, just pulling his legs up higher and arranging him so that his knees are on his shoulders.

“Hyung— ah—! P-please!” Hyuntak's voice is gone, wrecked into babbling. His thighs tremble violently, drool spilling from his lips as he sobs, his whole body shaking under the force of it.

His hips arch helplessly, he can feel it, right there, that sharp peak about to break over him for the third time.

But then Seongje pulls back.

Stops.

The sudden absence is brutal.

And Hyuntak lets out a sound that isn’t even a word. Just a loud, broken whine that cracks into sobs.

His body bucks against nothing, desperate for something, anything, but Seongje's hands are already there, shoving his thighs down, forcing him open.

“Wh-why?” Hyuntak's voice comes out slurred with tears, wet and trembling.

“Why’d you stop? Please, I was—” He hiccups through a sob, lips shiny with spit, and bottom lip red from chewing on it.

“J-just a bit more, please, please let me...” Seongje's only answer is a sharp grin, eyes dark with cruel delight.

He shoves Hyuntak's legs wider, palms pressing hard against his thighs until the brat is spread indecently wide, hole stretched and exposed, but untouched.

“No,” Seongje says, voice deep and low. “Not yet.”

Hyuntak shakes his head, tears spilling faster, his hips jerking up in small, desperate thrusts, but Seongje's grip is iron, keeping him pinned, making sure nothing touches.

“Hyung, please,” his words dissolve into sobs again, high and broken.

“Puppy was about to cum. please don’t, don’t do this—!” Seongje leans in close, tip resting against his hole, still dripping with his cum.

He smirks down at Hyuntak's tear-stained face, soaking in how ruined he looks.

“Look at you,” Seongje drawls, slow and mean. “Crying like a little bitch just ‘cause I didn’t let you come.” His thumb brushes against Hyuntak's inner thigh, deliberately touching anywhere sensitive.

“You were about to make a mess all over me, weren’t you?” Hyuntak's sobs crack harder, his whole body twisting, fighting between shame and the unbearable need clawing at him.

“Y-Yes! Hyung, yes. So please let me come!”

Seongje just laughs and ruts against him without pushing in again.

Hyuntak is fully sobbing, tears dripping down his temple.

His voice cracks, slurred from how deep he is in his headspace. “P-please, hyung, s-stop being mean, please? Wanna cum, wanna feel you, please, hyung—” His begging spirals into hiccupping sobs, his hands clutching at the sheets like they are the only thing keeping him tethered.

His legs spread wider, shaking as the slick smears over Seongje's cock with every drag. And then Seongje finally snaps. He slams forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

The noise Hyuntak makes is not human.

A choked scream, eyes rolling back, body convulsing instantly. He clamps down so hard it is like he is trying to keep Seongje's cock inside him forever.

Slick gushes around the intrusion, coating Seongje's thighs as Hyuntak's whole body arches up off the couch, spasming.

“Don’t look so bullied, puppy. You wanted this, don’t you remember?” Seongje laughs, hand pushing lightly on his lower abdomen.

Hyuntak throws his head back, thrashing as he jerks under Seongje. “N-no, please, some-something weir—!”

“Nothing is weird, baby, just let go,” Seongje laughs, hips working hard to fuck Hyuntak deeper.

The sensation of something giving away in his lower abdomen has Hyuntak sobbing out hoarsely; liquid splashes on the top’s torso, spurting with every sharp thrust into him.

Seongje almost freezes, his breath catching for a second, before he groans low in his throat,

“Are you squirting right now, puppy?” His voice is gleeful as Hyuntak lets out a humiliated sob and his muscles unclench out of sheer exhaustion.

Hyuntak sniffles as he clenches down again, trying to make Seongje cum.

“Aww, it’s like you’re desperate for it,” he teases, pressing his cheek into the side of Hyuntak's knee.

“Okay. Ready, puppy?”

Hyuntak barely nods before he breaks into a wail, clenching down when Seongje jabs against his prostate full-on. His cock gives another twitch on his belly, leaking more fluids.

Seongje presses himself into Hyuntak, whiting out as he feels himself coming and coming and coming. Back straining, he muffles his gasps into Hyuntak's neck as he slides a wandering hand down to Hyuntak's lower belly, pinning his pelvis in place as Hyuntak twitches.

“That’s it,” Seongje breathes, nuzzling into Hyuntak's hair as his hips stutter deeper and his cock twitches lazily a few more times.

“That’s my good puppy, taking my load.” Hyuntak barely manages to whimper an affirmative, body falling into an unmoving heap on the spoiled bedding when Seongje pulls out slowly.

Wrecked and spent, Hyuntak takes a few moments to close his eyes, his hole soft and a little sore when he gives an experimental squeeze. Trails of wetness leak out of him with the clench. The spreading wet spot beneath Hyuntak makes him wince, nose scrunching.

Hyuntak is empty. Figuratively. The Seongje in the orange jacket kneels between Hyuntak's legs, looking down at the mess with a little bit of amusement. This Seongje strokes Hyuntak's thigh as he stares back at the clone, his eyes sharpening a little.

“Well,” the clone drawls out, warm and teasing. “Aren’t you a pretty thing to look at?”

“God, you look completely ruined,” this Seongje observes. “I haven’t even touched you yet, hm?”

Hyuntak blinks slowly, his head turning to look at him, not glaring at him this time, with a mixture of exhaustion and curiosity. He would’ve barked something back, but right now, he doesn’t have the energy to.

The clone’s smile softens.

“There you are…” he murmurs, reaching out and caressing Hyuntak's sweaty face. “You did so well for those other fuckers. You can do well for me, right?”

Hyuntak's lips part, like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t know the answer. He can’t think of a retort this time.

Seongje's hand trails down, his fingers ghosting over Hyuntak's collarbone, his sternum as he tweaks a swollen peak, eliciting a soft hiss from Hyuntak, and then down to his stomach, the touch light and teasing.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out,” the clone decides.

Hyuntak's breath hitches.

“Where’d that mouth go, huh?” The clone whispers, lips brushing Hyuntak's jaw, his tongue licking a stripe up to Hyuntak's ear, teeth grazing his earlobe. “Did the other bastard fuck it out of you?”

“I hate you,” Hyuntak spits out, weak and pathetic. Seongje loves it anyway, like he always does, his eyes lighting up.

“There he is. You really enjoy getting fucked stupid by all of us, don’t you? Whore.”

Hyuntak's jaw tightens, his hands curling into fists under him. He wants to hit this stupid fucking clone, wants to wipe that stupid fucking smile off his face, but his arms feel like they’re completely useless, and his hips still ache.

This Seongje tilts his head.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” He murmurs. “Right now. You’re thinking about how good it’d feel if I touched you?”

“I’m not.”

“Liar,” Seongje leans in closer, “You’re such a fucking brat even when you’re so fucked out. Cute. And you still look like you want me dead.”

“Fuck off,” Hyuntak spits out.

The Seongje grins, wide and cruel.

“There it is.” The clone reaches out and tilts Hyuntak's chin up with two fingers, forcing Hyuntak to look at him. “That mouth. You know what I’m gonna do with it, right?”

Hyuntak's stomach does a little flip. He knows—he’s known since this clone started looking at him like that, like those bratty lips would look so pretty around Seongje's cock.

“No…” Hyuntak lies.

Seongje's thumb presses down on Hyuntak's lower lip, pulling it open.

“Liar.”

Hyuntak ends up on his knees before he can talk his way out of it. All that matters in this moment is the weight of Seongje's cock against Hyuntak's cheek, hot and hard as the Seongje clone looks down at Hyuntak.

“Open up,” Seongje says, tone laced with cockiness.

Hyuntak glares up at him, not moving.

The Seongje clone sighs at him, half fond and half exasperated, and taps it against Hyuntak's lips. Once, twice, smearing pre-cum on his lips.

“Open your mouth, Tak-ah. Don’t make me ask again.”

Hyuntak's lips part, his body moving faster than his brain can catch up, and suddenly, Seongje's cock is pressing past Hyuntak's lips, hot and heavy on his tongue.

Seongje makes a low, satisfied sound.

“There we go…” he murmurs, petting Hyuntak like he’s a dog. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Hyuntak glares up at him, but it’s impossible to look intimidating with a cock in his mouth and his eyes already starting to water. He tries anyway.

Seongje just grins, looking down at him.

“Keep glaring all you want,” he says, thumb stroking the back of Hyuntak's ear. “You're still on your knees for me."
Hyuntak's jaw stays open, his tongue staying flat as Seongje's hips twitch forward a little, pushing just a little deeper, and Hyuntak can feel his throat convulsing around him.

“Shh,” the clone soothes. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you? I know you have. Relax.”

Of course Hyuntak has. Just…not with his boyfriend’s clone.

This clone doesn’t shove or thrust like the real Seongje would. He just holds himself there, letting Hyuntak get used to the girth stretching his cheeks, and the way his jaw already aches.

“Fuck...” Seongje groans. “You really know how to do this, don’t you?”

Hyuntak just breathes, though it’s wet and a little shaky. Seongje's grip around Hyuntak's short hair tightens a little, just to tell him, to remind him that he’s still in control.

“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop, yeah?” Seongje says, breath shaky.

Hyuntak doesn’t tap the clone’s thigh.

Seongje smiles. “Good boy.”

Seongje starts slow. He pulls back until just the tip rests on Hyuntak’s lower lip, then pushes forward again, in a shallow, teasing manner, letting Hyuntak feel every inch on the way in, letting him feel every vein, every twitch.

“You look so pretty like this…” The clone murmurs, watching his own cock disappear between Hyuntak’s lips. “So fucking bratty, and now you’re quiet. Finally.”

Hyuntak’s hands curl into fists against his own thighs, hearing that. He wants to shove this clone away, he wants to claw at something, anything. He wants—

He wants to be good.

The thought hits him like a slap, but he quickly swallows it down. And of course. Seongje notices. “You tried ignoring that thought, didn’t you?”

Hyuntak’s eyes widened.

Seongje’s thumb strokes Hyuntak’s cheek. “I can see it in your eyes, puppy. You wanna be good for me. Shame you can’t admit it, though…”

Hyuntak makes a sound—half protest, half moan—and Seongje just thrusts deeper, letting out a shaky breath as his hips speed up. Not rough, not yet, at least, but just firm. Each thrust pushes a little farther, testing a little more, until the head of the clone’s cock nudges the back of Hyuntak’s throat.

Hyuntak gags, his eyes watering, his hands flying up to grab Seongje’s hips, not to push away this time, but to hold on to him.

“That’s it…” Seongje lets out a low groan. “You can— hah…You can take it. I know you can...”

Hyuntak’s throat works around him, tears slipping down his cheeks, his nose running. He looks like a mess, but the clone just looks at Hyuntak like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“There you are, Tak-ie…” Seongje whispers. “That’s my good boy.”

Hyuntak sobs around his cock.

Seongje pulls back, just enough to let Hyuntak gasp for air.

“You’re…ngh— doing so well, you know that?” Seongje says, thumb wiping a tear from Hyuntak’s cheek. “You’re doing so fucking well, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to see you like this…”

Hyuntak’s chest heaves, his lips swollen, slick with saliva and pre-cum, his voice coming out wrecked.

“Shut up.”

Seongje laughs, low and warm.

“No.”

He thrusts forward again, deeper this time, and Hyuntak’s throat opens up for him, and Seongje moans. “Fuck—! Just like that…”

Seongje keeps setting the rhythm. Deep, slow thrusts that have Hyuntak’s eyes rolling back and tears that stream down his face. The clone isn’t being gentle, but he isn’t being cruel either, he’s just talking, letting Hyuntak feel every inch of him.

Hyuntak’s hands have moved from Seongje’s hips to his own thighs, his nails digging crescents into the bare skin. He’s not even sure if he’s trying to punish himself or if he’s trying to ground himself.

Seongje notices, grabbing one of Hyuntak’s arms. “None of that,” he says, “You’re not allowed to hurt yourself. That’s my job.”

Hyuntak whines as he feels Seongje thrust deeper.

“If you wanna grab onto something,” Seongje continues, voice a little shaky, obvious from the way that his hips are stuttering, “grab me. Grab my thighs, grab my jacket, I don’t fucking care. Just don’t hurt yourself.”

Hyuntak’s free hand fumbles for Seongje’s thigh, grabbing on and holding it tight.

“Good boy,” Seongje hums.

Hyuntak can already feel himself slipping. Not physically, though his knees ache and his jaw is practically screaming, his throat raw. The part of him that always fights back, the part that’s always pushing back, always bratty, is getting quieter and quieter.

All that’s left is this. The weight on his tongue, Seongje’s hand in his hair, the voice that’s telling him that he’s doing so well.

He hates it.

That’s a lie.

He needs it.

Seongje’s thrusts get rougher, less controlled. His breathing is heavier now, his grip tightening.

“You’re gonna make...make me cum...” Seongje warns. “You want that? Want me to—hah—fill that pretty mouth up?”

Hyuntak looks up at the clone, his eyes red, cheeks wet, his lips stretched wide.

He nods.

And Seongje’s composure completely cracks. His hips snap forward several times, and he’s spilling down Hyuntak’s throat, hot and thick, groaning Hyuntak’s name like a prayer.

Hyuntak swallows the salty, slightly bitter liquid. And he keeps swallowing, not stopping until Seongje’s hips go still and his grip goes slack.

And then, he’s gone. The clone disappears, again, leaving Hyuntak gasping for air with the bitter aftertaste of cum in his mouth.

Hyuntak slowly catches his breath as he rests his head on the edge of the bed.

He shivers as cool air brushes across his bare skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Then something settles over his eyes. The silk is soft but unyielding against his skin. Was this Seongje's school tie? he wonders.

Deprived of his sight, every other sensation sharpens: the unyielding wood beneath his knees, the brush of air across his skin, the anticipation making his breath catch in his throat.

He can’t see, he can only feel.

And what he feels is the weight of Seongje’s gaze, like fingers trailing across his skin lightly.

He feels Seongje’s hand wrap around his bicep, pulling him up before laying him down on the bed again.

He lays stretched out on the bed, the familiar softness of the cotton sheets cradling him, wrinkling beneath every shift of his body, wrists bound to the headboard with the same towel again. They hold him firm, secure but not cruel.

There iss just enough give to remind him that if he truly needs to, he can escape. That is the difference, the unspoken understanding between them. Hyuntak trusts him.

He feels the mattress shift before he feels Seongje touch him. A barely-there brush of his fingers against his arm, moving to his chest. The pads of his fingertips graze over his abused nipples, making him twitch slightly, rubbing slow, light circles until the peaked buds throb from sensitivity.

“Such a sensitive pup…”

Hyuntak’s mouth is already curling into a curse when Seongje suddenly pinches his sensitive peaks. His whole body jolts, hips twitching, and he lets out a startled gasp, raw and involuntary.

Seongje’s palm flattens against his chest, sliding down slowly, tracing down the taut muscles of his stomach, until it reaches the crease of his thigh. And then—
He stops. His fingers hover, maddeningly close but not where Hyuntak needs them the most.

Hyuntak’s hips jerk upwards, needy for something, anything. “Please–”

Seongje just chuckles lightly. “Please what?”

“Touch me,” he chokes out. “Please—I need— ”

“You’ve already come three times, pup. How are you still hard, hm?”

But Hyuntak is already lost somewhere in his head, not comprehending anything.

Seongje gives him a pity stroke, his palm gliding down his length, slow and deliberate.

It is just enough to make Hyuntak gasp, his cock straining, flushed and leaking. But before he can lean in on the sensation, Seongje pulls away.

Hyuntak makes a pitiful sound, halfway between a whine and a sigh, his shoulders hunching under Seongje.

“Not yet,” he says, making Hyuntak sob out wholeheartedly now, tears soaking through the blindfold.

The restraints tug at his wrists as he twists against them, the bruises blooming again.

He can’t see him, can’t predict where the next touch will come from. He only knows that Seongje is everywhere and nowhere at once.

He feels him kiss his wrists, moving down to his biceps and biting him lightly, making Hyuntak jerk again at the sudden sensation.

And then he suddenly pulls away again, making him let out a sound between a whine and a sob.

“Hyung? S-Seongje?” But he hears nothing over the sound of his own breathing and the faint rustle coming from the corner of the room, presumably from his Seongje. “Je-yah?”

And then he feels Seongje touching him, properly.

His lubed fingers are cold when his index finger comes in contact with his still dripping hole, making Hyuntak jerk violently at the sudden sensation.

Seongje holds him down by holding his hip with his free hand and pushing him down on the mattress.

The press of his fingers is coaxing, gentle. He feels him curling it slowly. The second one comes quicker, curling and prodding at his prostate with a deliberate rhythm.

Seongje’s free hand leaves his hip, towards his chest again, rubbing and pulling at the peaked buds, feeding him pleasure in layers.

“Breathe,” Seongje whispers, as if he can feel him tensing.

“Right there,” Hyuntak whimpered, barely audible “Je– hyung, don’t stop—”

That’s exactly what Seongje does.

He stops pulling out his fingers abruptly.

Hyuntak is left aching, shaking, so close to the edge he can almost taste it waiting for him, just one more touch.

“I hate you,” Hyuntak breathes out. Half wild with frustration, turning his head and burying it into the pillow beside his head.

Seongje pulls at his hair softly and pulls the pillow away from him. “No, you don’t,” he mutters.

The bed shifts slightly again.

And then he feels it. The tip of Seongje’s cock pressing against him, hot and slick.

“Breathe, puppy,” Seongje says as he grips his hip with one hand and uses the other to guide himself to the hilt inside in a single motion.

The stretch burns, still.

Hyuntak’s back arches, thighs locking up for a moment, as he gasps through his teeth.

“H-hyung,” he mewls.

Seongje doesn’t wait, he doesn’t need to. He knows. He pulls all the way out till only his tip is inside and pushes in one thrust, pushing Hyuntak against the headboard.

The ones that follow are harsher, rougher, until the only thing Hyuntak can feel is Seongje’s cock and the delicious burn of their thighs slapping against each other.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” Seongje growls in his ear, voice low and desperate.

Hyuntak wails, loud and broken. Tears soaking through the blindfold completely now.

Seongje leans forward, bracing his hand under Hyuntak’s knees and pushing them up, folding him in nearly half.

The new angle has Hyuntak sobbing and twitching, trying to get away from the immense pleasure flowing through his veins, every thrust of Seongje’s hips dragging across his sweet spot, again and again and again.

“Together, puppy,” Seongje says, voice restrained.
Nothing registers in Hyuntak’s fucked out brain until Seongje smacks a hand across his dick.

Hyuntak jolts, a scream tearing from his throat as the combined pressure makes his whole body seize up.

His thighs tremble as he clamps down violently. Each squeeze drags a guttural groan from Seongje, his rhythm growing erratic as he chases his own peak.

Hyuntak releases a choked-out breath. "Hm?"

All Hyuntak can focus on is on the clench of his hole around Seongje's thick cock. But Seongje wants an answer to something he has no idea about. So, he just nods frantically.

"Good boy." Seongje coos.

Yes, yes, yes, he is a good boy. He is Seongje’s good boy. He wantes to be a good boy.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna come, please—Seongje—please—” Hyuntak is crying now, not from pain but from the intensity of it all.

His whole body is stretched taut, the heat in his core is coiling tighter, tighter— And this time, Seongje doesn’t stop him.

He reaches down, wraps a hand around Hyuntak’s cock, and strokes once, twice—timed perfectly to the rhythm of his thrusts—and Hyuntak shatters.

His release hits like a wave, his whole body locking up, feet kicking over his shoulders as pleasure tears through him. He cries out, voice cracking, hips jerking helplessly as he comes hard, slick and hot between their stomachs.

Hyuntak barely registers when Seongje follows him over the edge, spilling inside him with a low, guttural sound. He feels it, though—Seongje burying himself deep, holding tight as he trembles through his own climax. They stay like that, pressed together, breathless and tangled in each other.

Seongje rides the high out with him, until Hyuntak is twitching and hissing in overstimulation.

Gently, he pulls out, careful not to jostle Hyuntak even more, and as he opens his eyes, that Seongje is gone.

Hyuntak turns over to his side, breathing heavily as he lets out a soft groan, still trying to catch his breath. “Fucking hell…” he whispers, throat raw and thighs aching.

Hyuntak doesn’t know how long he’s been passed out in bed. The real Seongje just slides in behind him, not touching, but just lying there, close enough for Hyuntak to feel his body heat.

“You okay, puppy?” Seongje asks.

“No…”

The room’s silent for a long moment as Hyuntak just stares at the wall for a few minutes, his thighs trembling, still feeling like something’s missing, still feeling like he’s empty.

“Seongje.”

“Yeah?”

“Turn me over.”

Seongje’s hand lands on Hyuntak’s hip, gently turning him onto his back, his eyes briefly going over Hyuntak’s fucked out body. Hyuntak looks up at Seongje, his eyes dark, a little glazed over.

“You know…the clones,” Hyuntak starts, his voice steady even if his thighs are still shaking, “They all felt like you. All of them. They all made me feel like I belonged to them…every single one.” Hyuntak swallows, his throat sore and hurting. “But they all disappeared too. So it didn’t mean shit.”

“Want you to make me feel like I’m just yours,” Hyuntak says. “Want it to mean something.”

Seongje’s jaw tightens, just a little. “That’s fucking ridiculous, Tak-ah.”

“Please.” Hyuntak insists, his face flushing. He swears he’s not begging, but his tone says otherwise, and his voice cracks either way. “Make me yours. So I know you’re not gonna disappear like the other pricks did.”

Seongje stares at him for a few seconds, his expression unreadable.

Then, he runs a hand through his wavy, messy hair, letting out a sigh.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know. Do something about it.”

“You just fucked four of me and you want more?”

“It’s not like that, you piece of shit. I want you.” Hyuntak’s hands fist into the sheets. “I want you, I don’t want copies of you that vanish when they’re done with me. You won’t vanish either, right? You won’t disappear?”

Seongje goes completely quiet, as he thinks. Seongje thinks for the first time in a long time, actually.

Then,

“Fine,” he grumbles, his voice low as his cockiness creeps back in, bit by bit. “Don’t yell at me if you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Hyuntak’s breath hitches, his face flushing even more as he retorts. “You know I will. So just shut up and do it, will you?”

Seongje moves slowly, carefully. He pulls off his own boxers, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand, his hands steady, but he’s more gentle with Hyuntak this time, squeezing some of the cool liquid onto his fingers.

“You’re being too fucking gentle,” Hyuntak says.

“Shut up.”

“It’s weird.”

“Want me to be rough, then?”

Hyuntak hesitates, his voice dropping. “…No.”

“You fuckin’ wimp.” But Seongje’s eyes flick over to his face, and he doesn’t ask why anymore, because he already knows, and because he’s already figured it out.

Hyuntak’s scared that Seongje will disappear after he cums. Just like the other clones did.

So, Seongje just stays gentle.

He preps Hyuntak very slowly, sliding a finger in, and then two, curling them in just right as he watches Hyuntak’s face the whole time, a small smirk plastered into his face. Hyuntak’s hips twitch a little as his mouth falls open.

“You’re so sensitive, puppy…” Seongje murmurs.

“Shut— ah—”

“Sure. You’re the one moaning anyway.”

Hyuntak glares at Seongje, but it’s completely useless. His eyes are glazed anyway as Seongje pulls his fingers out, eliciting a whine from Hyuntak, before he presses his tip against Hyuntak’s entrance.

“You sure, Tak-ah?” Seongje says, his eyes softening just a fraction.

Hyuntak wraps his legs around Seongje, pulling him in closer. “I said shut up.”

And Seongje pushes in. Slowly, inch by inch, Hyuntak’s back arches as his nails dig into Seongje’s shoulder, and Seongje lets out a soft hiss. The stretch feels both familiar but different at the same time, because it’s the real Seongje. Not a fucking clone.

“Fuck...” Hyuntak breathes, breath hitching.

“Yeah…” Seongje says, his voice strained, and he’s holding himself back, and Hyuntak can feel it, too. The way Seongje’s muscles tense, the way his hips almost snap forward but he holds himself back. “You feel so…”

“I know.”

Seongje bottoms out, just staying there for a minute, letting Hyuntak adjust to his length.

“You’re still adjusting?” Seongje murmurs. “Thought you fucked four of me. And you’re still—”

“Shut up, Seongje. I hate you,” Hyuntak says, obviously not meaning it, his hands sliding up to cup Seongje’s face.

“…Don’t disappear, you fucking asshole.” Hyuntak whispers.

“I won’t.”

“Promise me.”

“Okay. I promise. Happy?”

And Seongje’s hips start moving as he lets out a soft groan. He’s being gentle, his thrusts deep and slow, pushing the air out of Hyuntak’s lungs, and this time, he isn’t rushing or being cruel. Seongje leans in to press his forehead against Hyuntak’s, their breaths mixing.

“You’re being too nice to me,” Hyuntak mumbles.

“You asked for it, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t ask for you to be nice to me.”

“You asked me not to disappear. Same thing,” Seongje says, as he thrusts deeper, making Hyuntak whimper. “My way of staying.”

“You’re so fucking…hah...mean...” Hyuntak gasps out, but he doesn’t argue as Seongje’s pace picks up, his hand sliding down to grip Hyuntak’s hip.

“You wanna be mine, don’t you?” Seongje asks, but it’s not really a question anymore.

“Don’t get too cocky about it.”

“Take it, then,” Seongje says, his thumb pressing into Hyuntak’s hip bone, “All of it…”

Hyuntak’s toes curl, and he knows what Seongje means. He thinks about it all the time, in the dark. Thinks about Seongje filling him up, claiming him from the inside out, becoming one with Hyuntak.

“Yeah…” Hyuntak breathes, swallowing. “Yeah. Do it.”

Seongje finally smirks, properly now, his thrusts getting deeper and slower, hugging all the sensitive spots. “Gonna...ngh— fill you up…” Seongje murmurs, his voice low—almost a growl. “Then, you’ll know who you belong to. That’s what you want, right?”

Hyuntak moans loudly this time, and he doesn’t care.

“Please,” he gasps. “Please, hyung—“

“Please what?”

“Please cum inside me.”

Seongje’s rhythm stutters. He’s close, and Hyuntak can feel it too, in the way his cock twitches inside of him, and the way his breathing goes ragged.

But then, Hyuntak’s brain catches up.

If he cums, he’s going to disappear.

The thought slams into Hyuntak like a freight train. It’s an irrational and stupid thought, obviously, but his body reacts before he can stop it.

“Wait—” Hyuntak’s hands fly up to Seongje’s chest. “Don’t— don’t cum.”

Seongje freezes, his hips stilling mid-thrust.

“...What?”

“Don’t cum.” Hyuntak’s voice shakes, “If you do, you might— you might—” Hyuntak can’t finish the sentence, his eyes widening as his body trembles.

Seongje just stares back at him, confusion flickering across his face. “Disappear? Tak-ie, I’m not a fucking clone.”

“I know.”

“Then why the fuck—”

“If you come, you’ll disappear just like they did, okay!?” Hyuntak’s voice cracks, tears pricking at his eyes, finally rolling down his cheek as his eyes burn. “I can’t— can’t be alone again.”

Then, Seongje’s expression shifts to something understanding, then to something softer.

“I won’t disappear,” Seongje says, slowly.

“You don’t know that!” Hyuntak finally sobs now, and it’s a broken sound, the corners of his eyes starting to redden already.

“Yeah, I do.” Seongje’s hand comes up to cup Hyuntak’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. “Hey. Look at me,” Seongje murmurs, now cupping Hyuntak’s face in both of his hands, forcing eye contact as he wipes Hyuntak’s cheeks.

“God, you’re so pretty, even when you cry,” Seongje continues. “Gonna cum, puppy. And I’ll stay right here, and you’re gonna feel all of it, okay?” Seongje says, his voice soft even as his pupils dilate with arousal on seeing Hyuntak sob.

Hyuntak swallows, letting out a soft sob and nodding.

“Say it.”

“Okay…”

“Good boy.”

Seongje starts moving again, and it only takes a few thrusts. He buries himself deep, holding Hyuntak’s hips flush against his, and then, spurts of hot and thick liquid fill Hyuntak up just as Seongje promised. Hyuntak’s lips fall open as Seongje grabs his chin, pulling him into a kiss and shoving his tongue in Hyuntak’s mouth. It has Hyuntak’s eyes rolling back, crossing as his mind unravels until there is nothing left but tears and the feeling of Seongje's lips against his.

When Seongje pulls back, He is too dumbed out, too far gone, too broken down to do anything except gape up at his hyung.

"Look at you. Can’t even kiss me anymore? Just opening that mouth for me like a dumb puppy. ”

Hyuntak just lets out a whimper. His whole body is pliant, trembling, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

Seongje leans down slowly, amusement burning in his chest, and then he spits into Hyuntak’s open mouth.

The slick sound, resonating through the room, makes Hyuntak twitch, a tear sliding free as his lips work weakly around words he doesn't even know how to say anymore.

“That’s it,” Seongje mutters, his thumb pressing Hyuntak’s chin up until his mouth closes. He holds it there firmly, eyes locked on his pup's tear-streaked face. “Swallow, you mutt.”

A beat. Then Hyuntak obeys, throat bobbing, a faint choked noise slipping from him. Seongje sees it, feels it, and something feral lights up behind his eyes.

“Good boy,” his voice drops, rough and dark. “You’re mine.”

Hearing that, Hyuntak’s body seizes, his own orgasm crashing through him without warning, untouched, his cock spilling between their stomachs, his mouth opening but no sound coming out as his arms wrap around Seongje’s neck, his legs wrapping tighter around Seongje’s waist, holding on like Seongje might vanish if he lets go.

Seongje’s still a little confused.

He blinks down at Hyuntak, at the tears streaming down his face, and the desperate grip of his limbs around Seongje.

“…Tak-ie?”

Hyuntak doesn’t answer, instead, burying his face in Seongje’s neck and holding on tighter.

“You’re not disappearing,” Hyuntak chokes out, still sobbing. “You’re not. You’re— You’re not.”

Seongje’s confusion softens as he wraps his arms around Hyuntak, rolling them onto their sides without pulling out.

“I’m not,” Seongje murmurs quietly. “I’m right here, aren’t I?”

Hyuntak’s shoulders shake, and he’s not sure if he’s still sobbing, or if he’s laughing, or both.

Seongje just holds him, stroking his back and waiting.

“…That was so fucking embarrassing,” Hyuntak finally mumbles into Seongje’s neck.

“Yeah it was, wasn’t it?”

“Shut up.”

Seongje huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of Hyuntak’s head.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Seongje says, but there’s no real heat in it.

Hyuntak doesn’t argue this time.

They just keep lying there. Seongje still inside Hyuntak, both of them sticky and sweaty and breathing hard.

“Seongje-yah.”

“Hm?”

“If you ever disappear, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“That makes no fucking sense, puppy.”

“…I don’t care.”

Seongje’s arms just tighten around Hyuntak, as he lets out a chuckle and lifts Hyuntak from the now spoiled bed.

Hyuntak just sighs softly as Seongje brushes kisses to his temple.

Hyuntak flinches slightly as his skin hits the lukewarm water, eyes flying open and one arm hooking tightly around Seongje’s neck.

Seongje’s heart flutters at the familiar reaction. Hyuntak always wakes like this after drifting off on the way to the tub, clinging to him for a brief moment before relaxing again.

He manages to lower them both into the tub, water lapping over the rim as Hyuntak settles against his chest, tucked comfortably between his thighs.

The next time Hyuntak opens his eyes, he is still in the bath. A hard chest is pressed against his back and he tilts his head, blinking away the haze.

Seongje smiles down at him, hand dropping the rag he is cleaning Hyuntak up with beside the tub.

"Awake, pup?"

"What…" Glancing down at their tangled bodies, Hyuntak frowns.

“I remember…” he trails off as he is tugged closer against Seongje.

Seongje picks up a glass of water from the counter beside the tub and puts it against his lips. “Drink some water first.”

Hyuntak gulps down the water as if it’s the end of the world, as if he’s stranded in the desert, and he finishes it in one big mouthful.

“It might’ve been a bit too much, hm?” Seongje murmurs into his hair, stroking his flank lightly.

But Hyuntak just shakes his head. “No, I loved every second of it.”

“Every second?” Hyuntak can hear Seongje raising his brows.

There is a brief silence that follows. His cheeks blooming a bright shade of red, Hyuntak nods shyly.

Seongje’s arms just pull him back against him tighter, as if to never let go. “So, what is this Suho-Sieun fanfiction that the clone told me about?” He mumbles against his neck.

Hyuntak slowly turns his head, meeting Seongje’s eyes.

The older leaves small hickeys in the wake of kissing his nape as he leans back against the tub and pushes his hair back.

“I— why would he even tell you about— a fanfiction?” Hyuntak stutters.

“That’s the only thing he told me when he was explaining why there were four other versions of me, in our bedroom.”

“Well… it was just a fanfiction with 4 of Suho’s clones coming and pleasing Sieun,” his words tumbled out so fast that Seongje only caught fragments of it and was left to piece them together by himself.

“Who–what? Suho? Who’s Suho?” He actually looked confused.

“You would’ve known if you ever paid attention to what we watch every weekend,” Hyuntak just grumbles as he turns around and wraps his arms around himself, a pout already forming on his face.

“Okay—” Seongje starts, offering to re-watch the whole thing again, which they both know is a lie. But he’s cut off.

“We will not talk about this anymore. I don’t want to explain anymore, this is so embarrassing.” Hyuntak pulls up his knees and buries his face in them.

Seongje dips his head until their faces are inches apart, a low laugh, fingers brushing under his chin, tilting his face up. “Mm. You’re cuter after you come.”

Heat spreads up Hyuntak’s neck and ears before he even realises. He turns away fast, grumbling under his breath. “...Freak.”

Seongje uses the same hand to tilt his head towards him again and pulls him into a soft kiss, Hyuntak’s hand brushing against the side of Seongje’s face.

When they get out of the bath, Seongje doesn’t even let his feet touch the ground at all. He dries them both off and towels Hyuntak’s hair. Willing—eager even—-to take care of him and dote on him.

Once they're both dressed in their pajamas, Hyuntak, already drifting back to sleep, is gathered into Seongje's arms and carried to the bed, where he's gently laid down.

Hyuntak throws an arm over Seongje's middle and tucks himself against his side. Seongje gathers him close, listening to his breathing even out in the quiet darkness. Before long, his own eyes slip shut, and the two of them drift off together.

fin.