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ricky’s jealous.
gyuvin has no way of proving it. in fact, he hasn’t even seen ricky in the past hour or so that he’s been drifting from table to table at the flamboyant work event his office has organized for the night, clinking fancy champagne glasses with his fellow coworkers and sipping away to the faded din of party chatter. occasionally, a senior colleague will offer their congratulations to gyuvin in passing, commending him for his recent promotion after closing one of the company’s most successful deals yet, to which he responds with an honest grin and humble bow of his head.
that’s the current situation gyuvin finds himself in, although this conversation is lasting quite a bit longer than the other encounters he’s had so far. granted, he vaguely knows this colleague who’s been yammering away in front of him for minutes now, the manager of another team his own group had frequently worked with in the past couple of months. she’s fairly young for her position and attractive, too, ocean blue eyes and rich auburn hair that bounces across her supple chest every time she sways in front of gyuvin.
not that it matters. the only features worth looking at in gyuvin’s eyes are bleached blonde hair, somehow still soft and silky smooth between his fingers, and dark feline eyes that go from sharp to rounded in a single blink, if you know exactly which moves to make. gyuvin isn’t a gambler by any means but this is one risky game that he has mastered with plenty of expertise, each of the winning moves waiting to be played out under the tips of his practiced fingers.
gyuvin’s colleague leans in to ask him a question. he’s supposed to be engaging with her in conversation but his eyes inadvertently flit down her low-cut shirt at the hefty movement of her breasts, too spaced out to really mind his surroundings. gyuvin quickly averts his line of sight when he realizes that he’s been staring into the cleavage of his superior at work, although she seems overly pleased at the accidental flicker of attention. he glances past her to avoid making eye contact and ends up locking gazes with someone else across the venue.
the moment shared between them is brief but charged. rosy lips curl downward in an irritated scowl, somehow still maintaining their plump shape, before the displeased expression is obscured behind a raised glass. dark red wine sloshes against the sides of the vessel as the remainder of its contents are drained in one smooth motion, far too generous of a mouthful to be considered a polite sip.
gyuvin watches all of this with burgeoning interest and ricky doesn’t falter away from his gaze even once, tongue peeking out to catch the last bit of deep crimson staining his lower lip. his focus is only broken at the sound of his colleague’s raised voice, repeating the tail end of her last question that gyuvin was taking far too long to acknowledge, and he returns to the conversation before him with an apologetic smile.
when gyuvin glances back at the same spot, ricky is gone. that’s his cue to leave as well.
“excuse me,” gyuvin chips in, and he may or may not be interrupting his colleague in the middle of her rambling, but he can’t find it in himself to care. “i’m so sorry, but it’s getting late and i have some matters to attend to. i’m here with a plus one and it’d be rude of me to leave him alone at this event, although this was a delightful conversation,” he lies straight through his teeth, and adds in a winsome grin to make it extra convincing, “i look forward to working with you again in the future.”
and with that gyuvin bids farewell to his colleague, ignoring her slightly disappointed expression, and makes his way over to the other side of the venue. this time, ricky is nowhere in sight. gyuvin weaves himself in and out of the crowd, searching high and low for any glimpse of a familiar figure, until his attention is beckoned by the sound of his own name.
“gyuvin-ssi!”
it’s not ricky but ricky happens to be there anyway, standing suspiciously close to the person calling for gyuvin and looking somewhat startled to see him. sung hanbin, the head of gyuvin’s department, greets him with a hand offered forward in friendly welcome. “congratulations on sealing the deal with shanghai,” hanbin praises him with their fingers clasped together, as many others have repeated throughout the night, “this lovely gentleman over here—” he gestures to ricky “—was just telling me that he’s also conducted business in shanghai recently. he was born and raised there, actually.”
while ricky was born and raised in shanghai, the whole business thing is such a lie that gyuvin has difficulty holding back his incredulous snort. the only reason he works so hard day in, day out at the office is so that ricky won’t have to lift a single finger for anything that he wants, which is typically ridiculously expensive and wrapped up in some high-end luxury brand packaging.
“oh really,” gyuvin starts slowly, staring down a suddenly quiet ricky, “how interesting.”
“so interesting,” hanbin nods in earnesty, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere forming between gyuvin and ricky. “well, it was nice running into you, quanrui. and you too, gyuvin,” he adds with a whiskered smile, “one of my favorite and most cherished employees. shhh, can’t tell anyone i said that. don’t forget your project reports on monday. i expect you in my office by eight in the morning, sharp.”
hanbin waggles a very non-threatening finger at gyuvin. “noted, sir,” he responds.
silence follows once hanbin leaves. it’s only broken once ricky shifts on his feet, leaning away from gyuvin as if to stalk off to some other corner of the venue, and gyuvin grabs him by the arm.
“where do you think you’re going?”
“chocolate fountain,” ricky deadpans. he jerks his chin toward the direction behind gyuvin. “look, the coworker you were talking with earlier is still staring at you. you should go finish your conversation.”
gyuvin doesn’t bother checking over his shoulder to see whether ricky’s telling the truth or just messing with him. instead, he frowns at the snarky tone of ricky’s voice and tightens his grip around the blonde’s forearm when he tries to shake off gyuvin’s hold. “no. we’re going home.”
“already? it’s barely eight o’ clock, gyuvin.”
“and? you have a problem with that?”
“you’ll look like a loser.”
“what’s the point of staying if you’re just going to throw a hissy fit all night?” gyuvin sighs, exasperated, and tugs ricky toward the exit of the venue. “come on, grab your coat and let’s get out of here.”
“the point is that you network a little, make a good impression on your coworkers, and get into a higher position so you can buy me more designer,” ricky mutters, but lets himself be steered forward anyway. he picks up his coat while gyuvin waits, taking far too much time to tuck his arms into each sleeve, then fussing around with the nonexistent wrinkles in the fabric until he’s satisfied with the way it drapes over his knees. gyuvin holds the heavy wooden door open for him, only for ricky to stop when he’s already halfway out the exit. “don’t you need to say goodbye to anyone?”
gyuvin blinks. “why would i do that? it’s just a company event. believe me, no one here cares whether or not i’m leaving.”
“what about your boss?”
“who—hanbin?” gyuvin scoffs. “ricky, we just talked to him.”
“the hot guy from earlier was your boss?” now it’s ricky’s turn to peer owlishly at gyuvin, putting on an oblivious act. gyuvin can feel the veins in his temple throbbing under his skin.
“you think my boss is hot?” it’s cold outside, the chilly autumnal breeze whistling through the open doorway, so gyuvin reaches out with one hand to tug a motionless ricky along and lets the door fall shut behind them. “and stop acting like you don’t know hanbin, i’ve definitely pointed him out to you before.”
“no, you haven’t,” ricky argues as gyuvin nudges him in the direction of the parking deck, “i’d remember a face like that. how come you never introduced us?”
“why? you want a threesome?” gyuvin can’t help snapping a little at ricky, still on edge from being dragged out on a cozy sunday night to talk business, especially when he already has so little reprieve between his recent sixty-hour work weeks.
“don’t be ridiculous,” ricky bites back, stumbling over his feet to keep up with gyuvin’s long, angry strides, “we’re married. don’t you think your wife should know who his husband works with?”
“i’ve told you, ricky, you just never listen. you know everyone you need to know at my office.”
they make it to the parking deck just as it begins to drizzle, the light pitter-patter of raindrops starting to darken the concrete sidewalk beneath their feet. gyuvin locates their car easily, parked conveniently on the ground floor, but the vehicle to their right is squeezed in too tightly and won’t allow for the passenger door to be opened more than the slightest crack.
ricky stands to the side as gyuvin pulls away from the parking spot, then waits for him to step out of the car, walk around to the passenger’s side, and open the door for ricky to get in. as soon as gyuvin closes the door after him and slides back into the driver’s seat, ricky starts up their bickering again. “who’s the woman you were talking with earlier? you two looked friendly.”
“quit bitching at me,” gyuvin grumbles, reaching over ricky to yank on his seatbelt and make sure that the other man is securely tucked in before he starts driving again, “i don’t care about her, so you don’t need to care about her. are we good?”
“no.”
“ricky,” gyuvin sighs, suddenly tired of all the petty squabbling. it’s what makes their relationship go round on most days, but tonight he’s just not feeling it. it’s been a long, hard week and all he wants to do is go home and curl up with his wife in bed, not sit in the car and pick a fight with him. “baby, stop this.”
“did you tell her you were married? did you show her your ring?”
“no, i didn’t,” gyuvin groans, head slumping back against his seat as he presses down on the gas, steering them out onto the road, “because all we did was talk about work. hell, she could have been married for all i know. it doesn’t matter to me.”
“well, if she does have a partner, i hope they know she’s a whore,” ricky mutters.
gyuvin bites down a sharp response at the rude remark, choosing to keep his lips pressed together instead. the passenger’s side is also quiet for several long moments, and gyuvin is starting to embrace the tentative peace until he glances over and sees ricky turned completely away from him, his entire body hunched against the door on the far side of his seat. the cold shoulder would be a lot more effective if gyuvin couldn’t still see ricky’s face reflected in the car window, annoyance written all over his features.
“are you sulking? really?”
“don’t talk to me after you were flirting with that bitch.”
“that bitch,” gyuvin tells him, “is a senior manager in my department.”
ricky falls silent for a couple moments, and gyuvin thinks that he’s finally talked some sense into that pretty blonde head of his when he speaks up again. “do i look like i care?”
“princess, please—”
“don’t princess me,” ricky hisses, “shut up. leave me alone.”
gyuvin opens his mouth, then closes it. he tightens his grip on the steering wheel, fixes his eyes on the road, and keeps driving.
ricky remains moody throughout the rest of the trip, refusing to acknowledge gyuvin’s presence. once they get home, ricky clambers out of his seat and brushes right past gyuvin holding the car door open for him, heading straight to their bedroom. gyuvin takes a moment to stand outside by himself, massaging the pads of his fingers into his forehead, before he makes up his mind and follows his wife upstairs.
“hey,” gyuvin starts, softly. ricky is lying face down on their bed, head tucked into his crossed arms while his legs thump rhythmically against the mattress. “are you mad at me?”
ricky huffs into his pillow. gyuvin sighs.
“whatever i did tonight,” he continues, “i was wrong, and you were right, and i’m really sorry.”
thump, thump, thump.
“are you going to let me make things up to you? i want you to forgive me, princess.”
still no response.
well. that’s not a no, at least. at this point, gyuvin should just give up, go sleep on the living room couch for the night, then continue begging for forgiveness in the morning. that’s the safe plan. that’s the practical plan.
gyuvin has never considered himself to be either of those things, especially when it comes to ricky.
besides, he knows ricky. ricky thrives on attention, even though he would never admit it in a million years, and the more he pushes away all of gyuvin’s insistent fawning the more he secretly wants it. if gyuvin were any less insightful, then maybe, just maybe, he would leave ricky alone.
but there’s one other thing that’s been bothering gyuvin this entire time: before they left for his dreaded company event, ricky had pushed gyuvin up against their bedroom door, whispering sweet nothings and sultry promises into his ear as a prelude to the private afterparty that would follow later that night. if it were up to gyuvin, they would have spent the entire evening celebrating his promotion in bed. now he’s still burning under his skin and ricky won’t even look at him.
gyuvin glances back at ricky sprawled petulantly across their sheets, silent rage rolling off his unmoving body in thick waves.
he really did try hard for tonight—not that ricky doesn’t always look beautiful to him, but gyuvin can still tell when he puts in that extra bit of effort to impress the crowd. he’s wearing a sheer lacy top, tucked into a pair of neatly tailored slacks that shows off the curve of his delicate waist. platinum silver and lustrous diamonds twinkle across skin where they adorn his ears, neck, and hands, all pieces of jewelry that gyuvin had gifted him over the years. not a single strand of ricky’s flawlessly styled hair is out of place, roots pure blonde as if his scalp has just accepted its new natural shade after countless rounds of bleach. his face is still buried into his pillow, but gyuvin’s sure that ricky’s meticulously done makeup has stayed intact throughout his little temper tantrum.
he’s so perfect. doll-like, would be the best way to describe it. the realization makes arousal sink hard and fast into gyuvin’s lower stomach as he keeps staring down at ricky, unable to turn his gaze away.
he really looks like a doll, gyuvin thinks, and wouldn’t it be a shame if no one played with such a pretty toy?
ricky doesn’t react when the mattress dips under gyuvin’s weight. he doesn’t react when gyuvin slides one hand up the small of his back, the warmth of his hand surely felt under flimsy lace. he doesn’t react when gyuvin leans down to breathe softly against his exposed nape, stirring the few wispy strands curled at the base of his neck.
“babe,” gyuvin whispers. “wanna play a game?”
he punctuates his words with a lingering kiss to ricky’s role model tattoo, then laves his tongue over the dark ink where he knows ricky is the most sensitive. tracing a hot path up to ricky’s ear, gyuvin flicks the tip of his tongue over the numerous bits of silver studded into the cartilage, letting his teeth catch lightly on the piercings when he bites down for a quick nibble.
usually, that bit of foreplay alone would already have ricky squirming underneath gyuvin, hands scrambling haphazardly over the other man’s body like he’s unsure whether he wants to push gyuvin away or yank him closer. now, ricky doesn’t even shudder when gyuvin teases his lips along the curve of his earlobe, closing his mouth over the bit of flesh and moaning lowly as he sucks gently around it.
gyuvin pulls off of ricky’s ear with a wet pop after a couple moments when he doesn’t receive any indication at all that his presence has been acknowledged. this time, rather than disappointment, the feeling that greets him at the complete indifference is excitement instead.
“here’s the deal, princess,” gyuvin muses, sitting back to rest against his ankles, “you promised me we’d have a little fun tonight, and right now, neither of us are having a whole lot of fun. you’re giving me the silent treatment, and i’m wasting my time groveling over here. but i’m sick of it,” he says, snaking one arm around ricky’s waist, “so let’s just make up, hmm?”
gyuvin uses his leverage on ricky’s body to turn him over, roughly manhandling ricky onto his back so that he’s forced to face gyuvin. ricky makes eye contact with gyuvin for a split second, spite flashing across his features before his eyes flicker upwards to stare resolutely at the ceiling. gyuvin grins.
“you look so pretty tonight,” he tells ricky, and it’s really not just to evoke some sort of reaction, whether that be pleased preening or an annoyed hmph. the words are soft and genuine, a ceaseless reminder of how gorgeous ricky is in gyuvin’s eyes, the only person who should ever be allowed to witness his beauty anyway. “like a doll. my pretty doll.”
scattered across their nightstand is a collection of ricky’s little trinkets, including the hair clips he uses to hold back his bangs while he does his skincare. ricky often forgets to take them off when he goes to sleep, so gyuvin considers it one of his many husbandly duties to carefully remove the clips from his wife’s hair before he wakes up with creases in his blonde strands and gets upset over it in the morning. the item that catches gyuvin’s eye is a little pink bow, sitting innocently on the table, and it gives him an idea.
“hey princess,” gyuvin has to stifle a giggle as he reaches across ricky to pluck the accessory into his fingers, “wanna play dress-up with me?” another vicious glare is thrown his way but gyuvin ignores it, sectioning a small clump of ricky’s bangs away from his forehead so he can slide the bow into his hair. the resulting look is fucking adorable, even though the face framed by pink ribbon currently appears to be brainstorming one hundred different ways to commit gruesome and violent murder (coquette edition).
“there,” gyuvin declares in approval, patting his fingers gently against the clip just to make sure that it’s firmly secured, “now you’re perfect. have you thought about forgiving me yet?”
ricky remains as stubborn as ever, refusing to answer any questions. gyuvin couldn’t care less at this point. “if you don’t want to accept my apology, then fine,” he concedes, ghosting the tips of his fingers over ricky’s stomach, “be a brat. but i’m still going to show you how sorry i am.”
there’s a silk ribbon tied neatly over the column of ricky’s throat, and gyuvin’s fingers quickly find the ends of the knot and pull it loose. further down from the collar are tiny pearl buttons running across the shirt. carefully, he undoes them one by one, starting to work apart the fabric and revealing hints of ricky’s bare skin underneath.
gyuvin freezes. his hands still over ricky’s chest, and below them, ricky seems to stop breathing as well.
“oh, baby girl,” gyuvin murmurs, taking in the newfound revelation displayed before him, and he doesn’t know if he’s just imagining it but for the first time that night ricky seems to squirm at the tone of his voice, if only the slightest bit. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”
gyuvin lets his fingers drift across ricky’s clavicle, admiring the surprise layer of fabric that had been hidden underneath his shirt this entire time. the blouse of ricky’s ensemble is sheer but not completely see-through, only to the point where gyuvin could vaguely tell that ricky was wearing something else inside.
what gyuvin had assumed to be just some extra coverage for ricky’s nipples turns out to be a dainty little lingerie top, embellished with intricate patterns of lace meshwork and frills. it hugs nicely across the slight swell of his chest, the dusty pink of his nipples just barely peeking through the ornate design, with a tiny bow gracing the dip between his collarbones.
the sight alone makes gyuvin feel dizzy. if he thinks about the fact that ricky had been prancing around his work event like this for hours, around his colleagues no less (and his boss, for fuck’s sake), then he’ll actually lose his fucking mind.
“did you enjoy keeping this a secret from me? you’re so naughty, babe,” he laughs, cupping his hands over each of ricky’s breasts and giving them both a firm knead, feeling the soft flesh mold into the crevices of his fingers, “was it hard, waiting for your husband to find out that his wife was a dirty little slut? just how badly did you want me? tell me, ricky.”
ricky refuses to respond, although his cheeks are definitely a little darker than they were a moment ago. gyuvin knew ricky wouldn’t give in to him so easily, but whatever. there are answers to be sought elsewhere. with one last pinch to his nipples, gyuvin leaves ricky’s chest alone for the time being and lets his hands roam further down.
“you’re wearing a top,” he ponders out loud, fingers finding the button of ricky’s slacks, “so you’re wearing the bottoms too, right? i know you like to buy your lingerie in sets.”
with that, he yanks down the zipper and unceremoniously shimmies ricky’s hips out of his pants. bingo. there’s a matching piece of underwear waiting for him, fashioned with the same lacy material as the bralette. it does little to conceal the meager bulge of ricky’s half-hard cock straining against the flimsy fabric, already a damp patch soaked into the front, where pure white is stained by the incriminating evidence of ricky’s filthy desires.
“at least you’re honest down here,” gyuvin hums, pushing his face against the juncture of ricky’s thighs, nosing along the shape of his length. he can feel it twitch under his touch. “you can refuse me all you want, ricky, but i won’t believe a single word that comes out of your mouth.”
ricky’s breathing has gotten significantly heavier since they first started, but he’s biting down on his lower lip to keep any of the other noises he could make contained. it’s cute. gyuvin pulls away from ricky’s cock so he can press his fingers lower down, prodding against ricky’s entrance, and discovers his second surprise for the night.
instead of soft, easy resistance, the hard-earned reward for fucking his wife on the regular and keeping him stretched to fit perfectly around the shape of gyuvin’s cock, gyuvin’s fingers meet a solid object. he can instantly recall exactly which toy it is just by feeling around the base of it: baby pink, a couple inches in length, adorned with a sparkly jewel at the end. it’s one of ricky’s favorite plugs, often what he wears before gyuvin comes home from work so he can be fucked right away instead of waiting to be fingered open.
“no wonder you were acting like you had a stick up your ass all night, huh?” gyuvin hisses, nudging his fingers against the plug. ricky’s head rolls to the side of his pillow, facing away from gyuvin. “you’re such a whore.”
ricky’s panties are in the way, the surrounding lace sticky with lube smeared around his stretched hole. that won’t do. gyuvin pulls the garment aside, granting himself free access to ricky’s entrance, and tugs roughly at the toy, only to immediately plunge it back in. he fucks it in and out a couple more times, lewd squelching noises filling the room every time the plug rubs against ricky’s walls, and with the amount of lube ricky had used gyuvin’s surprised that he wasn’t leaking all over himself at the company event.
the toy isn’t very big but ricky clings onto it with each thrust, as if begging to be satiated with something bigger, something more satisfying. gyuvin can’t hold himself back any longer, and clearly ricky wasn’t expecting him to anyway. normally, he would take his sweet time indulging his wife with extensive amounts of foreplay, thoroughly worshiping every inch of his body with loving caresses, but not tonight.
tonight, ricky is gyuvin’s doll, and gyuvin plans on fucking him like one.
he yanks the plug out in one harsh motion, groaning at the way ricky’s greedy rim flutters around nothing. gyuvin can’t help wanting to feel for himself, shoving three digits in right away, scissoring them against ricky’s walls to test how well he’s prepped himself. a fourth finger squeezes in for good measure, just to see if it can make ricky squeal the way he usually would, and ricky seizes up at the intrusion, clenching so hard around gyuvin’s hand that he becomes worried about his blood circulation for a moment.
“relax, babe,” gyuvin chuckles, “you’re gonna snap my fingers off.” he pulls his hand away, wiping it off onto the slick mess already soaked into ricky’s underwear. clearly there’s no need for more lube, so gyuvin doesn’t bother reaching for the little half-empty bottle in their nightstand drawer.
instead, he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt, loosening the leather just enough to pull out his erect cock from where it’s been trapped in the confines of his boxers. too impatient to get naked, gyuvin decides to leave the rest of his clothes on, something about the contrast between his formal office attire and ricky’s skimpy little lingerie set turning him on. besides, ricky has a thing for gyuvin dressed up in his suits.
“tap out now if you want to,” gyuvin advises ricky, circling his fingers around the other man’s wrist and squeezing twice as a reminder of how to put an end to things if he refuses to say his safe word out loud, “because you’ve been a nasty little brat tonight and i’m not going to play nice with you.”
ricky’s dark eyes flicker toward gyuvin, finally making contact between them. he blinks, slowly, eyelashes fluttering faintly. the flushed pillows of his lips part ever so slightly, the swell of his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, but no response comes.
gyuvin knows by now that the silence is his invitation to keep going.
ricky had been lying at an awkward angle while gyuvin was fingering him, refusing to move from his original resting position, so gyuvin grabs him by the ankles to push his legs around and arrange them as he pleases. thighs stretched apart, knees falling outward, putting on full display the tight pink pucker of his hole nestled nicely in between. there’s still a bit of lace in the way that gyuvin forcibly tugs aside, ignoring the harsh sound of seams tearing from the careless handling.
any other time, ricky would have snapped at gyuvin for ruining his lingerie, but no ceaseless complaining assaults gyuvin’s ears when the head of his length presses against ricky’s waiting entrance. ricky likes it when gyuvin goes slow and steady, demanding to be gently worked open, as if the sheer size of gyuvin’s dick doesn’t make it impossible for penetration to be accompanied by anything other than a breathy inhale and sharp wince.
but dolls don’t get to make demands. gyuvin reminds ricky of the fact when he slams his hips forward, driving his cock as far in as he can go in one motion. the first thrust doesn’t quite reach all the way so gyuvin tries again, grunting with the exertion. he grinds experimentally with his hips, rocking back and forth where he’s crammed against an unyielding barrier within ricky’s body, and another insistent shove finally has every inch of gyuvin’s length buried deep inside, bottoming out with his hips cradled against ricky’s ass.
ricky’s eyes are screwed firmly shut now, thigh muscles tensing around gyuvin at the brutal invasion of his delicate insides. for as much as they fuck, lately ricky has refused to let gyuvin put it all the way in, always complaining about the back soreness since he started “getting older.” (just turned twenty-six this year.) you’re too big, it hurts, ricky cries each time like it’s their first, stupid fucking horse cock.
as if that’s supposed to make him feel bad. now all restraint is thrown out the window and gyuvin pays ricky no mind as he continues to chase his own pleasure, losing himself in the feeling of ricky’s silky walls clinging to his length, so warm and tight for him.
“fuck yeah,” gyuvin growls, fingers digging into ricky’s waist as he holds onto the smaller man for better purchase. porcelain skin dimples beautifully under gyuvin’s touch, sure to leave bruises that will serve as a reminder of exactly who his precious toy belongs to, unable to be claimed by anyone else. he ducks his head down to nip at ricky’s chest through the bralette, teasing his teeth against the perky nubs of ricky’s nipples. “still won’t talk? or is my cock just fucking you dumb now?”
the experience of fucking ricky like this is so new and strange to gyuvin in all the right ways, and he can’t get enough of it. ricky’s body is completely limp around gyuvin, pliant and yielding to his every whim, and without ricky making a fuss to be one hundred percent comfortable at all times during sex, gyuvin’s discovering previously unexplored angles that feel fucking incredible for him. it feels good for ricky, too, if the way his poor little cock twitches and dribbles against his stomach is anything to go by.
gyuvin knows that cumming untouched is nearly impossible for ricky these days, at least with the mostly vanilla sex they’ve been having in the past couple of years that their marriage has somewhat mellowed out. he ignores the pitiful mess between ricky’s legs and reaches for his thigh instead, pushing it further against ricky’s chest until the blonde practically crumples in half underneath him.
“look at this,” gyuvin marvels, giving ricky’s leg a slight shake, and it jostles loosely in his hold without a single ounce of resistance. “it’s like you don’t even have a mind of your own. you’re just a toy, my pretty plaything. fuck.”
ricky tightens around gyuvin at the words, in contrast to the apathetic demeanor he so desperately tries to maintain with the rest of his body. gyuvin whimpers, hips stuttering forward into the crushing heat that surrounds him, and suddenly craves a moment of the intimacy that’s been refused to him so far. clasping ricky’s fingers between his own, gyuvin brings their interlocked hands to his lips and brushes a tender kiss along the rosy ridges of ricky’s knuckles, a wordless i love you pressed into his skin.
he doesn’t let go afterward, keeping their hands clasped together against the mattress, and resumes pounding into the warm sleeve underneath him with renewed strength. ricky’s breath catches when gyuvin’s dick nudges up against a particularly sensitive spot, an involuntary hiccup squeezed past his throat.
it’s the barest reaction but it doesn’t manage to escape gyuvin. he aims for the same place again, forcing the blonde’s eyes to open wider with each thrust, glassy pearls glistening against his waterline. ricky almost looks mortified to be crying, blinking rapidly to prevent the tears from running down his cheeks, and tries to turn his head away.
it’s a laughable attempt to escape. gyuvin is faster, snaking one hand forward to grab ricky by the neck and keep him pinned down.
“did i say you could move?” gyuvin applies the slightest bit of pressure around the bulge of ricky’s throat until he can feel it constrict under his fingers, just enough for a single tear to escape past the corner of ricky’s eye and leave a glistening streak across the side of his face. “you’re a doll, ricky, my doll, and every inch of your body belongs to me.”
gyuvin’s babbling now, mouth running on autopilot as he starts losing control with how fucking good it feels to be molded against the shape of ricky’s insides, the movement of his hips growing more aggressive and sloppy with every thrust. he doesn’t like having quiet sex, and without ricky’s usual stream of moans and mewls to fill his ears, gyuvin finds it difficult to make himself shut up. especially as he draws closer to his breaking point.
“so don’t even think about whoring yourself out to anyone else,” he bites down into the juncture between ricky’s neck and shoulder, digging the ridges of his teeth in deep enough to leave an imprint, “because they’ll all know who owns this pretty little hole of yours, got it?”
one of gyuvin’s hands makes its way down to ricky’s neglected cock, flushed a dark rouge like the swells of his cheeks and leaking a steady puddle of slick against his stomach. ricky’s previously stoic face begins to twist up the moment gyuvin’s fingers wrap around his length, and to his complete surprise, ricky is instantly cumming with a forceful shudder that jerks throughout his entire body, spilling sticky white all over himself and gyuvin.
ricky’s hole clenches needily around gyuvin’s dick as he orgasms, as if begging for gyuvin to hurry up and fill him too, and that finally brings gyuvin to the edge. his hips rut forward one last time as he buries himself to the hilt, pumping his cum deep inside of ricky with a loud whine, and the pleasure is so intense that he nearly blacks out, stars dancing at the edges of his vision.
everything is fuzzy as gyuvin comes down from his high, continuing to fuck into ricky with lazy thrusts as he rides out the last waves of his release, and it takes him a moment to realize that ricky is still cumming. gyuvin watches in fascination as ricky’s whole body twitches in stiff, aborted shudders, like he’s actively fighting the sensation overwhelming his nerves, and curiosity gets the best of him as he reaches for ricky’s dick again.
ricky never lets gyuvin mess with him for too long after an orgasm, always complaining about the oversensitivity when gyuvin is convinced that ricky can handle more than what he’s willing to take. he strokes the pad of his thumb once, twice over the slit of ricky’s cock to see if any more cum will dribble from it, and suddenly ricky’s entire facade crumbles.
“gyuvin!" ricky's voice is hoarse after remaining silent for so long, cracking around the syllables as he breaks down into a desperate fit of sobbing. gyuvin’s hand moves faster over his cock, still erect where it’s trapped in the ring of his fingers, and ricky’s limbs thrash wildly against the sheets. “gyuvin—nghhh—stop, i don’t—ahh, stop—”
“oh, now you’re talking to me?” gyuvin tilts his head to one side, squeezing around the base of ricky’s poor cock, so hard that he can feel it throbbing against his hand, “so do you forgive me? come on, ricky, i said i was sorry.”
gyuvin’s own dick hasn’t softened after cumming and he uses it to his advantage, slamming his hips into ricky as he sets up a relentless pace again, although the way ricky frantically tenses around him makes it difficult to move. the sensation is almost too much for gyuvin himself to bear, hissing at the beginnings of overstimulation threatening to take over, but seeing ricky lose his fucking mind makes it all worth it.
“no, you asshole, i—” ricky screams as he cums again, the second orgasm wracking his body harder than the first, only a pathetic bit of slick leaking from the tip. his makeup is absolutely wrecked now, eyeliner and mascara smudged in dark streaks with shiny gloss smeared across his puffy lips, and gyuvin has never seen his wife look more beautiful.
“good girl,” he croons, slowing his thrusts to lean down and pepper a series of kisses across ricky’s tear-dampened cheeks. the embrace is met with fluffy kitten punches batting against his chest in protest, too weak and insincere to do any real harm. “can you give me a third? it’s been a while since you came this much.”
“i can’t,” ricky wails, far beyond the point of coherency anymore, “gyuvin, please, i can’t, oh fuck, i’m gonna die. i hate you,” he mewls pathetically, still trying to thump his paws against gyuvin’s ribs, “i hate you, i hate you, i hate you. go to hell.”
“sounds like i’m taking you to heaven instead,” gyuvin chuckles, “with the way you’re still moaning like a slut. and cut this shit out,” he adds, grabbing one of ricky’s wrists and biting around his ring finger, making sure to leave behind a second mark of his possession alongside the diamond pressing into his tongue, “give it up, babe. you want me so bad.”
“kill yourself,” ricky seethes.
“you’re cute,” gyuvin coos at him. one large hand snakes around the flushed expanse of ricky’s neck, fingers settling in firmly against the sides of his heaving throat. “color?” he checks, gently applying the lightest pressure, and when ricky swallows hard gyuvin can feel the bobbing motion under his palm.
“do it,” ricky’s eyes are squeezed tightly together, the words barely audible with how raspy his voice has gotten, every bit of him broken into pieces under gyuvin’s overwhelming love. “do it do it do it—”
gyuvin digs his fingers in harshly, abruptly choking ricky at the same time that he bears down on him with a heavy thrust of his hips, the force of his movements jostling both of them against the mattress. ricky’s entire body goes taut, mouth falling open in a strangled cry when he cums for the third time that night, back arching off the sheets. the orgasm is completely dry this time and it looks painful, a fresh wave of tears leaking past ricky’s puffy eyes as he shakes so violently that gyuvin can feel the tremors against his own skin.
ricky goes entirely boneless the moment gyuvin pulls out, collapsing against their bed with a muffled sob. an obscene display of cum and lube drips from his swollen hole, smearing between his thighs where a constellation of reddened marks are littered across his pale skin, already bruising into a deeper hue. his dainty little lingerie ensemble is beyond ruined, the lacy ruffles soaked with slick in some places and practically torn apart at the seams in others.
the only item left in place is the bow still sitting nicely in ricky’s hair. gyuvin presses a light kiss to the pink ribbon, then lowers his head to meet ricky’s lips in a sweet embrace, tenderly soothing away each of ricky’s weak mewls with whispered iloveyouiloveyouiloveyous, over and over again.
it takes a long time for ricky to stop crying. one very hot bubble bath, four new sets of lingerie ordered from his favorite brand, and countless apologies later, gyuvin has finally managed to somewhat placate his wife, who still sniffles every so often from where he’s curled up in their bed. (the bed that gyuvin, thankfully, will also be sharing tonight.)
“you sure you’re okay, my love?” gyuvin asks quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of ricky’s head as he crawls under the blankets next to him. there’s a stray clip still tangled into a tuft of his fluffy blonde locks, freshly blow-dried from the shower. gyuvin reaches over ricky and absentmindedly picks the clip from his hair, setting it aside on their nightstand.
ricky sniffles loudly, but it sounds dry. he’s probably been faking it for a while now. motherfucker. “yeah,” he mumbles. “i’m good. we’re fine. but don’t do that again,” he adds, “i thought i was actually going to die. you made me cum three times.”
“doesn’t sound all that bad to me,” gyuvin chuckles, then quickly pulls a straight face when ricky shoots him a nasty glare. “never mind. my bad. not doing that again.”
“well,” ricky starts, then lapses into silence.
“well?” gyuvin rolls over to snuggle into ricky’s chest, cradling his nose with the faint strawberry aroma of his favorite body wash. all of their bath products are shared, the perks of married life or whatever, but for some reason the scent only ever lingers on ricky.
“i didn’t—” ricky hesitates, fingers stilling against the back of gyuvin’s head where they’ve been carding through his chestnut strands, “i kind of—maybe—never mind.” he ends the thought with an abrupt huff after some internal struggle, clearly giving up on expressing the intended sentiment, although gyuvin thinks that he gets it anyway. (the perks of married life, part two.) “good night,” ricky finally concludes.
“hello?” gyuvin nudges his forehead against ricky’s chest.
“good night, gyuvin.”
“alright. i love you.”
no answer. that won’t do. ricky barely stirs when gyuvin nuzzles him again, but he can feel the flutter of his wife’s heartbeat against his cheek.
“say it back.”
“i love you, too.”