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Sungchan has always dreamed to embody the hero in someone else's tale. He fondly recalls his father's bedtime story of a brave young boy who courageously slay fearsome dragons to rescue the princess from a towering fortress of a castle she’s been confined in. Sungchan longs to be that valiant child, willing to sacrifice his own comfort and bravely face his fears for the sake of another's happiness. Sungchan yearns to don that mask for someone else, using his strength to lift them out of sorrow even if it means enduring pain himself.
As he gazes into the sorrowful eyes of Wonbin, sprawled on the cheap, worn-out mattress in their shoddy hotel room, a surge of compassion overcomes him. Wonbin willingly offers himself up to anyone who desires him, spreading his legs and performing seductively to make ends meet in an unkind world.
In contrast, Sungchan lies motionless as Wonbin's hands encircle his neck, seeking permission for what's to come. And Sungchan, overwhelmed by desire for this man he deems weaker than himself, gives in. Their lips meet in a series of calculated yet passionate kisses, each brush igniting an insatiable longing within Sungchan to experience all that is Wonbin's love.
So he responds with fervor, diving deeper into their embrace and exploring every inch of Wonbin's mouth with his own. Their tongues moved in perfect unison, a graceful dance of hesitation. They circled each other cautiously, as though afraid of the searing burn that could come with getting too close.
As Sungchan gazes into Wonbin's eyes once more, he sees the exhaustion and concern that consume his being, cleverly covered by a charming smile and alluring voice. Like a seductive siren enticing its next prey, Wonbin calls out to Sungchan, drawing him into those deep pools of darkness that reveal more about him than words ever could. And so Sungchan succumbs to the pull, diving deeper and deeper into those enigmatic eyes in search of the real Wonbin— the one free from the bounds of his work, living life with passion and vulnerability in hopes of finding someone who will take a leap of faith in him and wash away the dreary fear that croaks him in discontent.
The two of them remain like parallel lines, always in close proximity but never crossing paths. Deep down he knows, Wonbin was no damsel in distress and Sungchan was also no knight in shining armor.
As Wonbin lay beneath him, moaning ever so softly as Sungchan sinks his teeth onto his neck, it became clear that Sungchan was not the strong hero he imagined himself to be.
Despite this, he still carefully guides Wonbin down onto the bed with small whines escaping the smaller boy’s lips. He couldn't help but admire how beautifully Wonbin looked, legs spread wide for him like a dream come true.
In a frenzy to finally get to the deed, Sungchan hastily grabs the lube that was carelessly placed on the edge of the bed. The cap has been tampered with and some of its contents have already been spread over its opening, but Sungchan doesn't mind as he squeezes out more than necessary in his eagerness.
Ignoring the mess caused by his lack of attentiveness, Sungchan positions himself between Wonbin’s delicate legs and kisses him so tenderly as to taste every last bit of him.
As Sungchan delicately slips one finger into Wonbin, the latter flinches at the sudden intrusion but doesn't seem too bothered. Despite this, Sungchan adds a second and then a third finger until he reaches his fourth, causing Wonbin to let out a slight sound of dismay.
In spite of servicing multiple clients daily, Sungchan finds it cute how Wonbin still experiences discomfort similar to that of a virgin when penetrated by his mere fingers. Sungchan can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach and a surge of heat down there at the thought of fully penetrating Wonbin with something much more substantial.
He imagines how delicious it would be to see tears streaming down Wonbin's face as he moans and begs for more, all while claiming that he can't handle it. And when finally getting fucked into blissful oblivion, Wonbin becomes incoherent and unable to form sentences much less words.
Sungchan moves his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace, coaxing moans from Wonbin's mouth before increasing the speed. Wonbin weakly tries to stop him by grasping Sungchan's wrist with his small hands.
“d-don’t wanna cum yet”
Following Wonbin's request, Sungchan stops and acknowledges it with a soft hum. He withdraws his fingers and can sense Wonbin's relief as he gasps softly. Sungchan then positions himself, ready to enter Wonbin's opened entrance.
Gazing up at Wonbin's stunning face with half-open eyes and fluttering lashes, Sungchan can't help but admire the delicate eyeliner that still adorns him. With perfect curves and radiant skin, Wonbin is like an irresistible feast for Sungchan to devour. In an instant, Sungchan is overcome with an urge to succumb to his primal desires, to take without leaving a single scrap.
In his mind's eye, he plays out memories of Wonbin— their first encounter, the second, the seventh and beyond— each time leaving the boy hopelessly addicted to his touch and claiming him as his own.
The thought of holding that delicate face in his hands while plunging deep within him makes Sungchan feel like a mad man, starved for any form of contact.
He slowly pushed himself into Wonbin's trembling form, and it feels like a grand project that must be completed at all costs. Despite the slight pain on Wonbin's face and the tears threatening to fall, Sungchan can't stop himself from giving in to his greed, knowing that this is where he belongs, so deeply inside Wonbin.
To soothe the tense boy pressed underneath him, Sungchan licks his tongue along Wonbin's chest and caresses it, teasing his erect nipples until they blush in the subdued lighting. He nibbles on them, wondering if he can bring Wonbin to climax with just his mouth on those sensitive peaks. As Wonbin moans blissfully in response, Sungchan takes advantage and slides completely into him until he hits bottom.
Overwhelmed by the sudden length and depth of penetration, Wonbin almost sobs as tears gather in his eyes and trickle down his delicate features. Sungchan catches the tears with his tongue this time before kissing Wonbin repeatedly. The tightness and warmth inside Wonbin feels as though it's trying to pull Sungchan deeper inside, making him feel like an irresistible temptress of sorts.
Despite his elongated limbs and well-built physique, Wonbin is surprisingly delicate. Sungchan effortlessly dominates him in their current position, smoothly maneuvering himself into the welcoming cavity of the boy’s body.
Wonbin clings to the pillow, burying his face in its shabby fabric as he savors the intense pleasure bestowed upon him. Sungchan traces his eyes over the trembling figure as to ingrain every piece of the boy in his mind.Sungchan could feel the hunger burning deep within him, a primal desire to control and possess the delicate boy before him. He longed to devour him, engulfing him into himself so deeply that he would never be able to escape his grasp. The thought of this frail creature being completely consumed by Sungchan sent a strange thrill rippling through his body.
As he traced his tongue along the boy's collarbone, reveling in the delicate curves of his skin, Sungchan imagined marking and imprinting himself onto the boy, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by all the love he held for him. It was a desire that could only be expressed in dreams, as reality would never allow such an all-encompassing possession. But only here could Sungchan could revel in the thought of consuming the smaller one entirely and leaving a permanent reminder of his love on him.
The force of the contact only leaves Wonbin trembling and unable to form coherent words, tears threatening to spill from his closed eyes. Sungchan is captivated by the beauty of it all, yearning to keep Wonbin hidden away from the rest of the world. He wishes to lock him up and discard the key, keeping him solely for himself—body, mind, and soul— so that only they can revel in each other's essence until they become one. Sungchan runs his hands down the slender waist of Wonbin, tracing every curve as if deciphering a sacred text.
The boy whimpers and claws at his partner like an agitated feline, releasing louder moans than his usual reserved nature would suggest. Sungchan can sense that Wonbin is on the verge of breaking apart, so he carefully adjusts his angle and lifts the boy's legs higher for better access.
“S-sungchan, too m-much—nghh-“
Sungchan gently presses his perspiring forehead against Wonbin's gorgeous face, exhaling as their skin meets.
“You can take it, bunny”
“You’re made for this, made for me”
Sungchan grinds out these words fervently, attempting to imprint his emotions onto Wonbin and make sense of the lewd sounds of flesh slapping. And for a fleeting moment, Wonbin seems to believe it too, his lashes fluttering as tears cascade down his already damp cheeks. His mouth hangs open but no words escape as he shudders violently against the sheets, a choked sob escaping from deep within him.
“Sungchan I ca-“
Wonbin gasped out. His words were abruptly halted by his own body as it clenched tightly around Sungchan. Grunting, Sungchan could feel the violent twitching under him, as if Wonbin's body was acting on its own accord. Undeterred, Sungchan aimed for the same spot again and this time, Wonbin convulsed even harder than before.
His fingers dug deep into Sungchan's shoulders as he begged for him to stop. But Sungchan couldn't resist, he was no hero; he kept pushing and thrusting until he felt something hit his lower stomach.
Looking down, he saw Wonbin shudder forward, trembling beautifully against the sheets as his cock twitched against his abdomen in release. The sight of it— Wonbin's flushed face and rolled back eyes, drool mixing with tears— was nothing short of beautiful to Sungchan. He wanted to see it again and again like a never-ending movie replaying in front of him.
Sungchan bestows a kiss upon Wonbin, just like the main character in a grand tale would do to his destined love. Despite Wonbin's trembling sensitivity, Sungchan picks him up and sets him down upon himself once more, even though he knows it causes Wonbin pain. As Wonbin slowly descends onto Sungchan's cock, tears stream down his cheeks as he attempts to move up and down.
But Sungchan is no hero; his grip on Wonbin's hips is unrelenting and leaves bruises, pushing Wonbin to take him deeper and faster. In the midst of agony mixed with fleeting pleasure, all Wonbin can do is submit to Sungchan's desires. Yet even with two orgasms already claimed by Wonbin, Sungchan continues on relentlessly, binding his hands above his head and taking him from various angles without mercy.
And Sungchan is no hero as he coerces Wonbin to utter the three words “I love you” repeatedly. With each thrust, Sungchan delves further into Wonbin's being, only stopping once his own desires are satiated.
Despite the boy trembling and convulsing with both sensitivity and ache, he willingly allows Sungchan to claim him again and again, almost as if his body was made for this very purpose— all because Wonbin is not a delicate princess, and Sungchan is not some valiant hero who’s going to save him.
Sungchan is merely a man, no better than a creature. Wonbin is but a mere trophy, and Sungchan's presence is solely to ravage and deplete until there is nothing remaining.