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The world felt like it was closing around him, and truthfully Gi-Hun only had himself to blame for it.
He had been tackled to the floor, held against the concrete by two guards after he tried to kill the Frontman. He screamed, pleading for them to let go, let him get up and try to save Jung-Bae. He didn’t care how illogical it was, he didn't care if his best friend couldn’t be saved… he wanted to damn well try even if he’d fail.
Then his head was slammed into the concrete, and he didn’t remember much after that; everything sort of went dark around him. Part of Gi-Hun wondered if they finally decided to kill him, after torturing him with his best friend's death. Part of him knew that that would be far too easy for them, they’d never kill him so mercifully.
Opening his eyes again for the first time felt like hell, it was painful, a searing pain like needles had just been jammed into his eye sockets. But pain meant life, pain meant that for now he was still very much breathing. Why? Why was he still breathing? Why wasn’t he dead like Jung-Bae was?
It was dark, the world around him didn’t exist except sound and smell. He assumed they blindfolded him after he passed out, probably not to risk him getting to see where they were taking him. He could smell alcohol faintly, overpowered by the strong scent of a cologne; it was a pungent stench that smelled every bit as rich as the person who it more than likely belonged to.
There was the clearing of a throat behind him, then the ever familiar start of the robotic voice Gi-Hun had grown used to, "You're awake”. Then, a hand on his leg, gloved fingers dancing over his thigh ever so slightly; almost like he knew he wasn’t supposed to be touching Gi-Hun, but he wanted to. “I assumed you wouldn’t be awake so soon, you hit your head quite hard” the voice continued, laughing almost mockingly.
He hit his head? More like his head had been smashed in.
“Where am I?” Gi-Hun demanded, shifting uncomfortably in his position. He could tell he was sitting on someone, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to be able to guess who’s. As ridiculous as it was to assume, it was the most reasonable answer; the Frontman, he was sitting in the Frontman’s lap.
“You’re in my private quarters, I figured you would enjoy a place to relax away from the other players” In-Ho said, using the hand not on Gi-Hun to pick up his abandoned whiskey glass, he swirled the ice around the glass, making sure the sound was loud enough Gi-Hun could hear it with no issues.
Gi-Hun wanted to laugh, seriously? A place to calm down? One of the last people he had left in his life was just murdered in front of him and he was expected to relax? Relax while being sat in the lap of the person who just killed said best friend? He knew the Frontman could be ridiculous, but even for him this was moronic. “Why didn’t you just kill me?” Gi-Hun asked, despite the fact he could only imagine what kind of answers he would get in response.
In-Ho took a long drink of his whiskey, before he replaced his voice modulator, thinking over Gi-Hun’s question for a moment. It was a good question, why didn’t In-Ho just kill him? It wasn’t like the man had an aversion to killing, he’s killed plenty before. What made Gi-Hun so special? What made the man so unique, and better yet, why couldn’t In-Ho seem to get him out of his head? He had every reason to, Seong Gi-Hun was nothing but a thorn in his side at every turn. “I didn’t want to, plain and simple, I didn’t want to kill you. I didn’t want to waste your potential, you’re special Gi-Hun” He explained vaguely.
In-Ho brought his glass to Gi-Hun’s lips, gently tipping his head back in an attempt to convince him to drink. But Gi-Hun sealed his lips, the whiskey dribbling down his chin and onto the white sweater In-Ho had changed him into. In-Ho tsked, moving the glass away quite disappointedly and returning it back to its spot on the table, “You shouldn’t turn away an offering, especially not one of mine”.
That made Gi-Hun laugh, he hadn’t realized the Frontman was nothing more than a child who wasn’t used to not getting his way. “I don’t drink, especially not when I’m forced to”.
“If you're going to lie to me at least make it a believable one, do you really expect me to believe you don't drink?” In-Ho rolled his eyes, an act lost on the man sitting in his lap.
“That would be why I said ‘especially not when forced to’” Gi-Hun said, not caring the least bit that he should watch his mouth around the Frontman. What would he do? Kill him? Gi-Hun lifted arms, hearing the clinking of the handcuffs bound tight against his wrists. “Are these necessary?” he held up his wrists, slightly unsure where the Frontman was looking, but sure his full attention was on Gi-Hun. He could practically feel the man's gaze on him, burning a hole in the back of his head. He tugged against his cuffs, metal biting into flesh, did they have to be so tight?
“Considering the last time you saw me you tried to kill me, I would say so”. In-Ho wasn't the least bit sure why Gi-Hun assumed he would let him just return to being a player again with no precautions. Him being allowed into the Frontman's space was purely a selfish call for In-Ho, but he wanted to assure Gi-Hun wouldn't try to get himself killed again so quickly. The choice to sit him in his lap, that was purely for his own entertainment.
“I doubt you are going to kill my best friend in front of me again” Gi-Hun knew the man was technically right, he would surely try to kill him if his hands were free. The idea of killing someone wasn't something Gi-Hun enjoyed thinking about, but killing the Frontman sat well with him.
“Someone had to answer for the rebellion, would you have preferred it was you instead of him?” In-Ho asked even if he knew the most likely answer from Gi-Hun would be ‘yes’. For a prior winner of the games, it truly seemed like he valued his life very little.
“It was my idea, they just went along with it. If any one was supposed to answer for it, it was me” Gi-Hun didn't know who of his team had been killed; he saw Jung-Bae, and heard Young-Il, he could only assume anyone that was with Young-Il was dead now as well. But what about Dae-Ho? Hyun-Ju? Gyeong-Seok? “What happened to the others?” Gi-Hun asked unsure if he actually wanted to know.
“Do you think you deserve to know the fates of the other players? You're hardly in a position to make demands, I'm being merciful at considering allowing you to return to the games.” If In-Ho had his way, he wouldn't, Gi-Hun would never see the inside of the dormitory again if In-Ho had any say in the matter. He would prefer if Gi-Hun would remain exactly like he was now; at his side, and bound so he both couldn't hurt himself or be harmed by anyone except In-Ho.
“Please?” Gi-Hun begged, allowing the word to slip out of his lips before he had the chance to stop himself. It wasn't exactly something he was proud of, begging was beneath him at this point, especially begging for anything from a murderer.
But it earned him a very pleased sounding hum from the Frontman, a hum that gave Gi-Hun a sinking feeling in his stomach that perhaps he really shouldn't have let that slip. Gi-Hun felt a hand come to rest in his hair, fingers running gently through the strands in a pleased and gentle pet. It was possessive, it was every bit a claim as In-Ho wanted it to be. Gi-Hun was entertainment for him, sure, but above all, he enjoyed Gi-Hun; he enjoyed the man as he broke down, he enjoyed when the man fought him, he enjoyed him. “Seems you know what I want to hear, you’re learning quickly. Now, I have a proposal for you if you can behave yourself”.
Gi-Hun didn’t like the idea of the Frontman proposing anything to him. Nothing good could truly come out of this, nothing good could come out of letting the man give him commands. He wasn’t a race horse, he wasn’t a dog, and he’s certainly no pet , “What do you want?”
“Let me do whatever I please while we talk, I'll answer your questions for as long as you’ll let me take what I want” In-Ho explained, an almost cheery quality in his voice. The modulator hid much of his actual feelings, and for that In-Ho was thankful. He didn’t want Gi-Hun to know he was actually quite excited by the idea Gi-Hun would willingly give himself up just for simple information. In-Ho lost nothing within the exchange, if anything he got much more than he gave, and he’d prefer to keep it that way.
“You’ll tell me about the other players?” Gi-Hun asked in a knee jerk reaction. He should have thought more about this, after all he was agreeing to let the Frontman do whatever he wanted… He should have thought more about it, realistically he knew this was a terrible idea. But in reality, what did he have to lose? His dignity? He lost that years ago, and it was just the two of them after all. It was just the two of them? Right? “Are we alone?”
In-Ho laughed, as inappropriate as it was for the ‘Frontman’ he couldn’t help himself. That's what Gi-Hun was worried about? Whether or not on an island full of surveillance cameras, that they were alone at this moment? In-Ho trailed his fingers up Gi-Hun’s thigh, his hand teasing ever so close to his crotch, “we are alone, yes, I don’t allow for visitors unless its planned”.
It didn’t ease Gi-Hun’s worries, but at least no one would see him, nor did he risk anyone coming in. Gi-Hun nodded; they were alone, he wouldn’t harm him, and if the Frontman was willing to tell him what happened to the others… What did he have to lose?
This was a horrible idea, all of this was a horrible idea. He knew it too, he just couldn’t bring himself to care more at the moment.
“Good boy” In-Ho praised, he wasted no time in letting Gi-Hun reassess his decision; instead he ran a hand over Gi-Hun’s stomach, gently lifting up his sweater. Gi-Hun’s body was by no means a surprise to him, he's seen it plenty of times between both player preparation and just now getting the chance to redress him. The only difference is at this moment he could take all the time he wanted to admire; he had no reason to rush now. “You’re thinner, we’re going to need to fix that Gi-Hun” he chastised, he was well aware Gi-Hun had hardly taken care of himself outside of the games. After he left the airport, he knew Gi-Hun had invested in finding the games, which also meant he wasn’t bothering much else; it was probably a miracle Gi-Hun was still in shape.
His hand dragged over Gi-Hun’s chest, he was exploring, he was learning. He wanted to know every part of Gi-Hun’s body, intimately, more than any player file could ever tell him. He wanted to know every scar that littered his body, every mole, every freckle. His fingers teased over one of Gi-Hun’s nipples, and his body jolted in response.
But no sound, Gi-Hun bit his lip to stop himself from making any sounds. Disappointing... Quite disappointing.
“ The other.. The other players” Gi-Hun stuttered, trying to stop himself from moaning. He refused to let the Frontman know he was enjoying any of this. It wasn’t because of who was touching him, Gi-Hun blamed it on the fact it had been so long since he could enjoy himself. He spent so long trying to find the salesman… the games… all of it, it had been so long.
“Right, them” In-Ho said, freeing his hand from Gi-Hun’s hair to reach over and grab his tablet from the end table, “Who should I begin with, Gi-Hun? What are their numbers?” By no means did In-Ho need to be told their numbers, he had a list of all who participated as a sort of insurance against Gi-Hun. But he wanted Gi-Hun to have to speak, he wanted any opportunity to hear him.
Gi-Hun tried in earnest to remember the other players who revolted with him, their numbers.. Their names were just in his head. The hand on his chest was just making it very difficult to think of anything else but the man toying with him, the way he groped his chest was maddening. “Young- Oh Young-Il” Gi-Hun managed out.
“Oh Young-Il?” The Frontman repeats, feigning ignorance to his own fake name; although he was curious as to why of all people Gi-Hun chose to ask about him first. Afterall, he listened to him die, did he think perhaps he could have survived? Perhaps his act made too much of an impact on Gi-Hun, “Names mean little to me Gi-Hun, I need a player number”
“001, they have names you know, his name was- shit ” Gi-Hun was cut off from his tirade by his own moan, ripped from his throat as In-Ho took one of his nipples between his fingers, tugging on the sensitive nub. Gi-Hun arched into the touch, as harsh as it was, his body wanted more of it.
“Gorgeous” In-Ho hummed, making a mental note to himself that Gi-Hun enjoyed having his tits played with. He could only imagine he sounded just as pretty had In-Ho had one in his mouth, tongue teasing over the flesh. He made a show of tapping his finger on the tablet, making it sound like he was pulling up his own player file. Such a file did exist within the archives, only one would have to go back to his original player year; when he was player 132, when he was still Hwang In-Ho.
“Player 001, eliminated outside of Management Area #1, alongside players 047 and 015. I believe he was one of the bodies I stepped over on my way to you” In-Ho joked.
Gi-Hun froze in his lap, going completely rigid against his touch. Had Young-Il been stepped over? Had his body been trampled on? He knew that it wasn’t like corpses were treated well on the island, but the idea still didn’t sit well with Gi-Hun.
In-Ho knew that Gi-Hun wouldn’t have found his joke very funny, he didn’t have the luxury of knowing Young-Il was still alive. Part of him regretted even making the joke as soon as he felt Gi-Hun react to it, “I was joking Gi-Hun, relax please” In-Ho sighed. Had Gi-Hun really cared that much? In-Ho slipped his hand off Gi-Hun's chest, running it gently over his cheek in an act to simulate comfort, “ I ’ m sorry Gi-Hun” .
Gi-Hun looked towards his voice in confusion, pure utter confusion . The Frontman apologized to him? He didn't think it was possible for the man to apologize, especially not to him. It did relax Gi-Hun, even if slightly though by no means was he going to forget it. It shouldn't have given him any comfort, but he's never once heard the Frontman apologize, that was beneath him wasn't it? “Player 388” Gi-Hun asked, although much quieter than he was before.
In-Ho nodded, making no attempt to immediately return to touch Gi-Hun like he had been, content for the moment to just run his hand over Gi-Hun's cheek, gloved thumb running across his cheekbone repeatedly. “388” In-Ho repeated, flicking open the player file, greeted by Dae-Ho's grinning player photo, right, the fellow marine. “Player 388, returned to the dorms unharmed” In-Ho read out, he had been made vaguely aware of Dae-Ho going ‘awol’ on the rebellion, he supposed that's why he survived. In-Ho had thought that if anyone in their group would have died fighting, it would have been him, yet somehow he was the only one to ‘survive’.
Gi-Hun listened, a slight smile briefly making its way onto his face; he survived, he was alive. “He made it” Gi-Hun said quietly; it was nice to hear that some people did survive, although he didn't know how many he still was happy some had.
“Perhaps with some convincing, you can see him,” In-Ho explained, “I can have it arranged, if you earn it”. It wouldn’t have been hard, the VIPs had yet to arrive on the island and one player going missing after a rebellion would hardly be a cause for actual concern. He only had the VIPs to answer to now, and they could be swayed easily to ignore such a transgression.
Gi-Hun was well aware of what the Frontman meant when he said he’d earn it, considering right now he was earning learning about the other players; he seemed to be better entertainment to the Frontman than the games were. “Name your price,” Gi-Hun said, earning a laugh from In-Ho.
“Later, right now you’re still paying for this”, In-Ho needed to think about whether he ever wanted Gi-Hun returned to the other players in any form. He wasn’t sure if the other players were trustworthy enough to take care of what was his, nor was he certain that Gi-Hun wouldn’t try something stupid. While he enjoyed Gi-Hun’s fiery attitude, it was surely going to get him killed if he wasn’t careful. He moved his hand from Gi-Hun’s cheek, dragging two of his fingers over Gi-Hun’s bottom lip “Open for me”. He was delighted when Gi-Hun listened, his mouth opening slightly, allowing In-Ho to press his fingers in. Gi-Hun seemed to know how to listen when he wanted to, something In-ho was going to be more than happy to take advantage of for as long as he could. He explored Gi-Hun’s mouth with his fingers, running them over his tongue, feeling as Gi-Hun opened his mouth more to welcome him. He wanted to memorize everything about Gi-Hun, and now he was obsessing over the way his mouth felt around his fingers. His mouth was warm and wet around his gloves, a welcoming invitation for more of Gi-Hun.
He wondered.. In-Ho pressed his gloved fingers in deeper, pushing them as far into Gi-Hun’s mouth as he physically could at this angle. Feeling and watching as Gi-Hun instinctively fought against the intrusion, his throat constricting wildly. He gagged, weakly hitting In-Ho's chest in an attempt to get him to remove them. That was good, Gi-Hun felt good like this, he was scared yet still so turned on by In-Ho’s touch. In-Ho finally relented, slipping his fingers out of Gi-Hun’s mouth, letting the man finally catch his breath. Drool poured from his mouth, landing down onto his sweater, making a wet patch on the white fabric.
“Good boy Gi-Hun” he purred into the man’s ear, his voice modulator doing little to hide his pure adoration. Slowly In-Ho moved his hand downward, slipping it under the waistband of Gi-Hun’s sweatpants and boxers, his hand stroking over Gi-Hun’s cock. He pulled his cock free, giving him more room to move. His stupid joke had ruined the mood, and he was going to have to make it up to Gi-Hun in more ways than one it seemed. He wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a slow deliberate stroke aided by Gi-Hun’s saliva. “Any other players?” In-Ho asked.
Gi-Hun jolted, bound hands grabbing at the Frontman’s jacket unable to stop the moan slipped from his still parted lips. He had been trying to focus on the task at hand, but the hand now on his cock was making his job quite difficult. “2-2-246” Gi-Hun was trying to remain composed, after all there was a reason he was agreeing to this… It really had just been a while since he had the luxury of anyone else touching him. He was pissed at his own body and mind for betraying him, for wanting to give himself over to this man so easily and willingly.
Meanwhile In-Ho was unphased, besides the fact his own cock was slowly filling out under his uniform; he was the complete opposite of the man he was bringing to pleasure in his lap. “246? He repeated, clicking open the player file on his tablet, his other hand not slowing even slightly as he busied himself with his tablet. His thumb flicked over Gi-Hun’s tip, swiping at the precum that was building there. “246….” he drawled out, feeling as Gi-Hun grew more and more impatient, with both his touching and his reluctance to tell him what he was reading.
“Please” Gi-Hun begged, thrusting his hips upward in an attempt to fuck himself into In-Ho’s hand. He was losing his mind, hating the fact he was just letting himself go like this, especially considering who he was letting himself go for. “Please just, Fuck” he whined out, not sure entirely what he was even asking for.
In-Ho couldn’t help but chuckle, it seemed he had worked his pet up quite a bit. He rewarded Gi-Hun with a much faster stroke, hand quickly gliding over his cock. “That's a good boy, ” he said, turning his attention momentarily away from Gi-Hun. “246, captured in the stairwell outside of the dormitory, shot but not critically injured” In-Ho read out loud, much less interested in the reports than in Gi-Hun; his ‘other rebels’ were merely cannon fodder for this moment to come.
Gi-Hun barely processed what In-Ho had told him, far too focused on thrusting into In-Ho's hand, enjoying the feeling of leather gliding against bare skin. It was wet with Gi-Hun's precum and slowly warmed from use, and it felt good. He cared for the other players, truly he did, but right now they were the last thing on his mind. Gi-Hun couldn't find it in himself to keep asking for players, he could barely think long enough to realize that the news of another survivor should have been more thrilling to him. His hands held onto the Frontman's jacket tightly, nails digging into the fabric. He could feel how close he was, the burning pit in his stomach growing bigger and bigger.
“You look so beautiful Gi-Hun, isn't it easier when you don't try to fight me? Doesn't it feel good to let go? Being the hero isn’t as enjoyable as this is, right?” Even with a modulator, the pleasure in In-Ho's voice was clear. This all was going far better than he could have ever anticipated, Gi-Hun was behaving so nicely for him; like they truly weren't enemies.
Gi-Hun could only imagine how ridiculous he looked at the moment; so sure if anyone would walk in they would question the grown man sitting in the Frontman's lap, rutting into the man's hand like some kind of bitch in heat. Perhaps the pet nickname was quite fitting, even without a collar he sure looked like he was a pet for In-Ho’s entertainment. His moans were shameless, purely for the Frontman to hear, sweet like a song from his lips. The closer he got to cumming the quicker his breaths became, practically panting like a dog would.
“No other players?” In-Ho asked with a laugh, noticing the small tear tracks slipping from under Gi-Hun's blindfold. He set his tablet back down, reaching up and wiping away the tear, in turn cupping Gi-Hun's cheek. “Do you want to cum Gi-Hun? All you have to do is be a good boy and ask, I'll let you”. In-Ho was grinning from ear to ear, he knew he won, Gi-Hun was putty in his hands; the hero had no fight in him.
Gi-Hun nodded, the burning in his gut only grew and grew. He should've fought this, this was far beneath him, he had one mission in allowing this and he was failing at it; yet, he didn't care. Instinctively he leaned into In-Ho’s touch, feeling the cool leather on his burning face. He wished the man had at least taken his gloves off, reminding him that there was some semblance of a human under the Frontman facade.
“Please? Please can I cum?” Gi-Hun asked, feeling every bit as ridiculous as the situation was. Why did he have to ask permission? What or who was going to stop him if he came? The hand on his cock seemed insistent that he would cum.
That was until that very hand stopped stroking, resting just at the base of Gi-Hun's cock. In-Ho tsked, slightly disappointed in Gi-Hun, “I let a small beg like that slide earlier. Now I want a more proper beg, I know you can pet, you can be a good boy and beg for it.”
Gi-Hun choked out a sob without intending to, he didn't realize how desperate he was to cum. He could almost curse himself for silently doubting that the hand would ever stop. Begging… was begging still beneath him? He wasn't entirely sure at this point, he was willing to do whatever he needed to earn relief. “Please, please, let me cum. I've earned it, please sir. I'm begging, let me cum sir” Gi-Hun whined out desperately, his hips grinding down into the Frontman's lap. Even through the layers, he could tell the Frontman was hard, and Gi-Hun was at the point he'd help him fix that.
In-Ho wasn't entirely sure where the honorific came from, but by no means was he complaining. Gi-Hun sounded so pleasant when he begged, it seemed even he could admit his place was well beneath In-Ho. “Now that's a good boy Gi-Hun, seems you do know how to beg properly” he praised, quickly resuming his strokes. He wrapped his hand around the top of Gi-Hun's cock, thumb running over the tip, "You can cum Gi-Hun, let yourself go for me”.
That’s all Gi-Hun needed to hear before he was cumming all over their hands, spilling out and all over In-Ho's gloves, splattering down onto his thighs. “Sir, Sir” he whined, rutting down into In-Ho as he came, his hands grabbing hold tightly of the Frontman's uniform. He didn’t care how ridiculous he looked, he didn’t care that he should’ve fought this harder, he enjoyed what the Frontman was willing to give him.
Slowly In-Ho’s strokes stopped, enjoying the feeling of the mess that Gi-Hun had made all over them. “My turn” he hummed, shifting Gi-Hun in his lap to give him more access to his ass. He pressed Gi-Hun’s chest against the arm of the couch, raising his hips up as much as he could with the little bit of space between them. He pulled Gi-Hun’s boxers and sweats down, forcing them to rest around his knees leaving him completely exposed to In-Ho. He used one hand to pull Gi-Hun’s ass apart, enjoying the view of his puckering asshole. One of his cum soaked fingers teased around Gi-Hun’s asshole, gently pressing in after being met with little resistance. Gi-Hun wanted this didn’t he? Wanted him? Not Young-Il, not Hwang In-Ho, no, he wanted the Frontman.
He moved his finger slowly, Gi-Hun was tight and despite everything he did, In-Ho didn’t want to actually hurt him. He wanted Gi-Hun to enjoy this, In-ho could give him both pain and pleasure, maybe even at the same time. He was well aware his gloves were going to have to be replaced after all of this, but that was simply a small price to pay.
Quickly he was able to slip a second finger in, the two working to stretch Gi-Hun open, “you're stretching so nicely for me Gi-Hun, such a good boy”. His other hand trailed over Gi-Hun's back, enjoying the shivers it elicited. Truly he looked gorgeous pinned down, this is how he deserved to be; at In-Ho's mercy and use.
He moved until he felt it was good enough, it would hurt but Gi-Hun would just have to adjust to him. He pulled his fingers out, resisting the urge to push them into his own mouth or Gi-Hun's. He pulled his own hard cock out from under his uniform, pushing up his jacket slightly for comfort. He should have removed his uniform when he changed Gi-Hun, In-Ho ran his hands down Gi-Hun's thighs, collecting whatever cum he could. Part of him wished he had lube, part of him was also keenly aware that he had no reason to have lube on hand for such an occasion. He spread Gi-Hun's cum over his cock, it would have to do for now. He spread Gi-Hun's ass open with one hand, using his other to line his cock up with Gi-Hun's hole, pressing in slowly. He pushed until he bottomed out, urged by Gi-Hun's moans and his fingers gripping the couch's armrest tight.
In-Ho pulled Gi-Hun off the arm, putting him back upright in his lap, his back against In-Ho's chest. He rested his head against Gi-Hun's shoulder, letting a low groan slip out from his mouth and through his modulator. It sounded strange, somehow less than human, he hated it. “Fuck” In-Ho muttered, pulling Gi-Hun flush against him, he was tight and hot around him and it took everything in In-Ho not to pound into Gi-Hun senselessly.
In-Ho would've been content with Gi-Hun just cock warming him, afterall he still intended to hold up his end of the bargain; but to his surprise Gi-Hun started moving in his lap, sloppily and unsteady.
Gi-Hun did his best, his hands still bound in front of him and still unable to see anything. He pushed them against In-Ho's thighs, forcing his hips up and down as he clumsily rode the man, trying to set a gentle pace for himself. He bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans so he could focus. Earlier he couldn't have imagined wanting to please the Frontman, now it was all he could think about doing
In-Ho sat himself back, letting Gi-Hun fuck himself on his cock while he watched. “Having fun Gi-Hun?” In-Ho teased, thrusting up slightly to meet Gi-Hun, earning a moan from him. Gi-Hun was quite vocal during sex when he enjoyed it, a luxury considering how hellbent he seemed to not let In-Ho hear him earlier. Casual sex would probably work wonders for Gi-Hun, perhaps he could convince him to earn privileges this way.
A pet, he wanted to turn Gi-Hun into a proper lap pet, something to show off in front of the VIPs but share with no one.
“Shut up” Gi-Hun muttered, although making no attempts to stop himself. His face burned, a bright blush spread across his cheeks barely hidden by the blindfold. In-Ho was focused on Gi-Hun's spent cock, bobbing pathetically with each thrust, cum still dripping from the tip. He craved to taste it, perhaps if Gi-Hun behaved he could reward him with a blowjob.
As the warmth spread through his stomach In-Ho quickly grew impatient; he wanted to give Gi-Hun the chance to ride him, but he craved to fuck him how he wanted. “Sorry pet, you're a bit slow” In-Ho said before wrapping his arms under Gi-Hun's thighs, giving himself leverage to fuck into Gi-Hun properly. He aimed for Gi-Hun's prostate, excited when Gi-Hun laid back against him panting, grinding his hips down as much as he could in In-Ho's hold.
The closer In-Ho got, the harder his thrusts became, turning Gi-Hun quickly more into a toy for his pleasure than a human he was intent on pleasing. He was desperate, he needed this badly, he needed Gi-Hun badly. He let go of one of Gi-Hun's hips, quickly wrapping it around Gi-Hun's cock, pumping it quickly. He didn't care if Gi-Hun had cum only a few minutes ago, he was going to milk the man for all he had.
It hurt, the overstimulation was almost painful for Gi-Hun. He wasn't meant to cum this quickly, he hadn't cum for a while before today, this wasn't what he was used to. But he was going to, he couldn't disappoint the Frontman, his master. “Sir, Christ, Sir Please” he whined, bucking his hips to try and meet In-Ho's thrusts.
“Does that feel good slut? Does my cock feel good?” In-Ho growled, aiming one harsh thrust to Gi-Hun's prostate. He knew he had hit it when Gi-Hun jolted in his grasp, quickly spilling cum all over his hand for the second time today.
He should have chastised Gi-Hun for cumming without permission, the man should have known better than to think In-Ho would have allowed such disobedience. Luckily for Gi-Hun he was too far gone at the moment to worry about his pet’s misbehavior. Later Gi-Hun would have to pay for it, and In-Ho was going to enjoy punishing him for it.
Gi-Hun tightened around him when he came in a way that drove In-Ho mad. A few more hard thrusts and he was pulling Gi-Hun flush against himself, leather clad fingers digging into his hip bones. He came inside Gi-Hun, feeling his hot cum splattering back onto his own thighs. He didn't mind if it ruined his uniform, if anything that was just something he would use against Gi-Hun later. “Gi-Hun” he moaned, keeping Gi-Hun tight against him as he rode out his own high. He ground himself against Gi-Hun, relishing in the mans pants and soft whines of overstimulation; as if Gi-Hun really was nothing more than a toy that had been overused.
He removed the modulator that was over his mouth, allowing him to take a deep, steady breath to calm himself down. That was so much better than In-Ho could have hoped for, and it seemed like his pet had enjoyed himself too based on the grin spread out across Gi-Hun’s face. He hadn’t expected Gi-Hun would have let him this far, but he was more than thankful he did. “You did such a good job, love” In-Ho said, a small pleased hum passing from his lips.
There was a silence, a moment where Gi-Hun froze in his lap; he stopped breathing, stopped moving, the smile disappearing from his face as quickly as it had appeared.
No, No he had to have been hearing things, there's no way that voice was the Frontman's. He knew that voice, he's heard it plenty of times before this, he heard that voice die over a walkie, “Young-Il?” Gi-Hun asked quietly, face scrunching up in confusion.
“Hello Gi-Hun”