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"My masterpiece."
Moonjo always gets like this.
Determined to make a mess of him, words float out lightly dripping with what he categorizes as love.
Jongwoo accepts it as he always has, craving praise from the man who broke him down and reforged him, bare knees moving just a little bit closer to the chair Moonjo sits on proudly over him.
Moonjo's dark eyes seem to smother him, whenever Jongwoo's blink open, the older man's fondness for eye contact used to disturb him down to his very soul.
But now, now it lights him up, getting him painfully hard, cock stiffening at the easy warmth found in Moonjo's eyes.
“There you are Jagiya.”
The affection of the nickname smothers him worse than the adoring gaze, almost as bad as the cock lounging in his throat. He pulls back slowly letting his teeth drag on the hot flesh how he knows Moonjo likes it.
Moonjo sighs softly, satisfied as he wipes a tear streaming down Jongwoo’s, face smile unnerving like they're sharing a secret.
After Eden it took almost a full year for Moonjo to find him again.
The glimpses of him that followed after he was discharged from the hospital barely sustained Jongwoo, his mind felt broken.
Haunted by the hot trail of kisses left on his wrist along with the gaudy bracelet of mismatched teeth.
Jongwoo laves over the sides of Moonjo's cock lovingly, Moonjo brushes his cheek encouraging though he knows he doesn't need it and Jongwoo bites down with his incisors reveling in the gasp of pleasure that escapes him.
He's usually so quiet Jongwoo needs to watch him carefully to see if he's enjoying himself.
Jongwoo lays his tongue half over one row of teeth and swallows him down, the delicate skin scraping over his molars. Moonjo inhales sharply eyes wavering for the first time since they started.
He cums silently, only the slightest increase in his breathing warns Jongwoo it's coming, he seals his mouth over the pulsing cock taking all that Moonjo gives without prompt lashes fluttering shut as his mouth is flooded.
“Hold it.”
He feels dehumanized like this, on his knees leaning on the back of his feet holding his lovers cum in his mouth. Moonjo watching him all the while, harder than ever for a moment then nods patting his thigh pleased.
Jongwoo clambers up onto the chair, legs open on either side of the older man's lap.
Moonjo's hand is at his wet lips and he opens obediently allowing the mixture of spit and cum to trail out onto those long pale fingers.
"Good job darling."
Warmth floods through him at the praise.
Jongwoo balances delicately on the strong thighs beneath him and Moonjo wastes no more time slipping his hand underneath to curl two fingers inside, uncaring that half the cum slides down off his hand pooling on the dark pants below. His stare is directed at Jongwoo's face calculating every movement, every twitch of his facial muscles.
Every tear, every drop of sweat beading from his forehead, any sound he makes, the way he tenses and gasps when Moonjo’s fingers turn rough inside him till Jongwoo has no choice but to fuck back on them to seek his release.
He treasures every expression offered greedily.
Jongwoo, his magnificent creation, cries so well for him as he ruthlessly adds two more fingers knowing he’s not ready.
His darling never complains, accepting him for what he is and moans so beautifully grinding down on his fingers.
Jongwoo is breathtaking.
Moonjo attacks along his collarbone adding fresh marks to darker older bruises that stick out even on his tan skin.
Jongwoo gasps towards the ceiling like he's been shot when teeth come into play, dragging his hands through Moonjo's long soft hair, arms coming around the back of his neck leaving barley any room between them but Jongwoo wants to be closer.
The possessive need to be marked as his flows through him. Suddenly it’s all he can think of, being consuming by Moonjo completely. “More.”
And Moonjo will always give into his lover, tearing at his skin offering no relief, he bites as hard as Jongwoo pulls his hair. Nails scraping against the delicate scalp down to the nape of his neck still demanding more even as he cums untouched gasping and trembling in Moonjo’s arms.
His release wetting Moonjo's shirt who murmurs his approval against his ear sounding flustered himself for once.
Jongwoo collapses on top of him knowing he won't like it, Moonjo despises not being able to see his face even for a moment.
He smiles darkly as the fingers stop moving inside him already prepared for it, they leave his body abruptly to curl around his tired thighs.
Moonjo gets up swiftly, carrying him with ease from the living room to their master bedroom, he throws Jongwoo on top of the scattered sheets still a mess from the mornings session then stands, glaring down at him.
Jongwoo humors him with a smile, feeling open and slightly sore at the rough treatment he pulls his legs up to his chest ready to study Moonjo.
The dark eyes dedicated to worshiping his face finally falter at the blatant offering, drifting down to rest where he's loose and wet with Moonjo's cum.
Jongwoo waits, pulling his thighs tighter to his chest but Moonjo won't approach, still staring at him like he's the most fascinating creature in the world.
God, he’s so fucking strange.
Jongwoo drops his legs stretching out slowly, aware of the eyes trained on him he rolls over onto his stomach settling on the bed, hips lifting slightly as he sinks face first into Moonjo’s pillow breathing in his comforting scent while cum trails slowly down his inner thighs.
A cool hand is placed on his back, goosebumps rising as he’s shoved down further sharp nails embedding themselves in the skin of his upper back drawing blood.
Jongwoo welcomes the scent of blood in the air, wishing he could taste it, lick the blood off the hands that take such good care of him he muffles his moan into the pillow pushing his hips up higher.
The hand drags down Jongwoo’s back, another even colder holding onto his waist and he’s molded into the position asked of him, knuckles graze over his face and he turns his head to the side as demanded.
Erection hanging heavy between his legs, he’s startled to find himself so close again just from the hands caressing him with love.
Jongwoo bites his lip at the gentle touches near shaking, Moonjo is only ever this soft on him when he has something planned.
He vows, as the hands spread him open carefully and lube is smeared over his entrance, Moonjo won’t get another sound out of him tonight.
“Are you sure?”
The blunt head of Moonjo’s cock is circling his entrance teasing it’s way in as Jongwoo arches higher mouth hanging open in suspense.
It catches, Moonjo sinks in with a punishing thrust that makes him scream.
He lowers enough to cover Jongwoo’s body who is fighting back tears, gasping at the drag of the thick cock splitting him open. Moonjo's hand catches his as it spasms in the blankets, holding him tight as he feels him out.
“You’ll be the death of me darling.”