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the cigarette was lit, but seongje wasn’t smoking it.
it burned between his fingers, smoke curling up past his face, wind tugging at his hoodie. he stood on the rooftop like always—end of the day, golden hour fading to dusk.
sieun leaned beside him against the wall, hands in his pockets, quiet.
they weren’t fighting. they never did, not in the usual way.
but seongje felt it—the tension in the air. the way sieun’s eyes flicked toward the cigarette every thirty seconds like it was an offense he was refusing to name.
“you hate it,” seongje said finally.
sieun didn’t look at him. “i didn’t say anything.”
“you don’t have to.”
a beat.
“I’ll stop.”
sieun blinked, surprised. “What?”
“I’ll quit,” seongje said, dropping the cigarette. he stepped on it without looking.
"i know you don't like it. so i'll stop."
“you don’t have to—”
“i want to.” a pause. then, quieter: “i want to try.”
sieun looked at him now. not with disbelief. just... something quieter. something like pride, but wrapped in that cool, unreadable face.
he didn’t say thank you. he didn’t need to.
instead, he leaned in and kissed seongje. soft and quick, like punctuation.
then they left the rooftop together.
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the first two days were fine.
then came day three.
keum seongje was pacing his apartment like a caged dog, chewing gum like it owed him money. he’d gone through two packs, a pencil, a cup of sunflower seeds, and half a bag of dried mango.
sieun sat on the bed watching him, legs crossed, silent.
“this is fucked,” seongje muttered. “i've fought five guys in one day and didn’t feel this twitchy.”
“you’re chemically addicted,” sieun said, tone neutral. “you’re supposed to feel like shit.”
“thanks, doc.”
sieun got up, crossed the room, and pressed a kiss to seongje’s cheek.
“you’re doing great.”
“you’re lying.”
“yes.” a pause. “but also no.”
seongje looked at him—really looked at him—and something softened in his face.
they didn’t have a solution yet, but they had each other. that counted for something.
day four:
sieun handed him a stress ball. It lasted two hours before it burst in seongje’s grip.
day five:
toothpicks. failed. seongje kept chewing them until they splintered.
day six:
sieun tried distracting him with sex. it worked—briefly. but afterward, seongje still stared at the empty ashtray like it owed him closure.
“i need something for my mouth,” he muttered.
sieun arched an eyebrow. “i can help with that.”
sieun thought for a long moment. then walked out of the room.
when he came back, he was holding a small bag.
he tossed it into seongje’s lap.
“try this.”
seongje looked inside.
“…lollipops?”
“cherry.” a beat. “don’t make it weird.”
“i’m going to make it so weird.”
sieun rolled his eyes.
but it worked.
by day eight, seongje had a lollipop in his mouth most of the day—cherry, then grape, then lemon. it kept his hands still. it kept his mouth busy.
it also drove sieun crazy.
because now, every time he looked over, there was seongje, lounging on the couch with a red-stained tongue and a smug little smirk, sucking something like it was intentional.
day nine, sieun realized something:
seongje was teasing him on purpose.
every lollipop in his mouth came with a look. every lazy tongue flick, every half-smirk, every stretch and slouch with cherry-stained lips. it was a weapon. a silent dare.
and sieun?
sieun didn’t fold. he went tactical.
day ten. new plan.
he showed up at seongje’s apartment holding his own lollipop—sour apple, green and glossy—and sat right on the arm of the couch.
didn’t say a word. just unwrapped it slow, crinkling the wrapper until it made seongje twitch.
he popped the candy into his mouth and looked away like it was nothing.
seongje blinked.
“you’re mocking me?”
“no.” a lazy swirl of his tongue. “just trying it.”
“you hate candy.”
“I don’t hate everything sweet.”
seongje stared at him—jaw clenched, shifting in his seat. but he didn’t move.
sieun just kept licking. slow. controlled. intentional.
day eleven. the game escalated.
sieun came over wearing a low-cut black tee. sat cross-legged on seongje’s bed, reading a book, lollipop hanging loosely from his mouth.
he rolled it around with idle indifference, lips pink and shiny. sucked it in just enough to make a pop when it slipped out again.
seongje was losing his mind.
by midnight, he couldn’t sit still. he got up, paced the room, tried not to look—failed every time.
when he caught sieun laying back with the lollipop resting against his bottom lip and his fingers drumming on his chest like it meant nothing—
he cracked.
“that’s it.”
sieun looked over. raised an eyebrow. “what?”
“you’ve been playing me for three days.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“you’re a terrible liar.”
sieun pulled the lollipop out with a soft pop and smiled, sweet and smug. “come do something about it.”
seongje didn’t respond.
he just moved—grabbed sieun by the hips and hauled him off the couch like he weighed nothing. the lollipop fell, forgotten. sieun laughed, breath hitching, just a little too proud of himself.
“you think this is funny?” seongje growled, crowding him against the wall.
sieun shrugged, playing innocent. “you’ve been sucking on those things like it’s foreplay. i figured i’d return the favor.”
“oh, you think you’re clever.”
“i think i’ve been patient.”
“not for much longer.”
the kiss came first—rough, greedy, all tongue and frustration. seongje didn’t hold back.
his hands gripped sieun’s face, thumbs pressing into his cheeks, tilting his head just so he could get deeper.
he bit his lower lip. dragged a groan out of him.
then he pulled back just enough to whisper: “you want me to fuck you?”
sieun swallowed. “yeah.”
“then get on the bed and keep your mouth shut.”
sieun moved, fast.
clothes came off in layers. seongje pushed sieun down onto the sheets and stripped him piece by piece—shirt, then shorts, then boxers—until he was bare, flushed, and already half-hard.
but seongje wasn’t rushing.
he kissed down sieun’s chest, slow and deep, tongue dragging across each nipple until they were hard and sensitive. one hand pinned sieun’s wrists above his head. the other roamed.
he bit the inside of sieun’s thigh. hard enough to leave a mark.
sieun hissed, arching.
“you’re dragging it out.”
“i'm savoring,” seongje said.
he kissed between sieun’s legs, licking a slow stripe up his cock, then back down again. he licked lower—behind his balls, toward his hole—and then circled it with the flat of his tongue until sieun was shaking.
“relax,” he murmured.
“i am—”
“you’re not.”
seongje pressed two fingers into his mouth.
“suck.”
sieun obeyed. the way he wrapped his lips around them—wet, obedient, tongue flicking over each knuckle—made seongje curse under his breath.
once they were slick, he pulled them free and brought them down, teasing at sieun’s entrance.
then, with no warning, he pressed one in.
Sieun gasped. “fuck—”
“see?” Seongje said, voice low. “still tight.”
he added a second finger, scissoring him open, slow and patient. sieun's hand curled into the sheets. his thighs trembled.
“you’re doing so good for me,” seongje whispered, mouth hovering over his cock. “let me make it better.”
he pulled his fingers out—slow, deliberate—and reached to the side, picking up the lollipop sieun had been taunting him with.
the candy glistened in the low light, sticky with spit.
sieun’s eyes went wide. “wait—”
“no waiting.”
seongje licked the lollipop once, slow and filthy, before pressing the glossy head against sieun’s entrance. the pressure made sieun gasp, his back arching.
“relax for me,” seongje coaxed, rubbing small circles with the candy. “it’s smaller than my fingers. you can take it.”
he pushed. the lollipop slid inside with obscene ease, sweet and slick, stretching sieun just enough to make him whimper. his thighs quivered, fists clutching the sheets tighter.
“fuck, that’s—” his voice broke on a moan.
seongje grinned, leaning down to mouth at his cock while moving the candy in and out, slow thrusts that made sticky sounds fill the room.
every time it slipped deeper, sieun’s body tightened and his voice cracked, sharp little noises escaping before he could swallow them down.
“you feel that?” seongje asked against his thigh. “sugar melting inside you. sticky and sweet, just like you.”
seongje didn’t let him. he grabbed his wrist, pinned it down, and pushed the lollipop in deeper until sieun choked out his name.
“say it,” seongje ordered.
“seongje—oh my god—”
that was enough.
he slid the candy out, strings of wet clinging to it, and shoved it on his mouth.
he moaned around the sweet before putting it on siuen's mouth.
“taste yourself.”
sieun hissed around the stick, sucking it, his face flushed.
seongje spat in his hand, slicked himself up, and pressed the head of his cock to sieun’s stretched hole.
“now you’re ready for me.”
and then he pushed in—slow, steady, until he bottomed out—paused there, buried to the hilt, one hand pinning sieun’s hip, the other gripping his jaw so the lollipop stayed in his mouth.
“you’re so fucking tight,” he growled.
“even after my fingers. even after the candy. you’re sucking me in like you don’t want me to leave.”
sieun whimpered, sucking harder on the lollipop, muffling every moan that tore out of his throat. his thighs shook, body clenching around seongje in desperate pulses.
seongje started to move—slow thrusts at first, dragging his cock out just enough before sliding back in, deep and heavy. each push forced another broken sound out of sieun, the candy stick jerking with every moan.
“you look so good like this,” seongje rasped. “mouth full of sugar, ass full of me. can’t even talk.”
sieun’s eyes rolled back, his free hand clutching the sheets like he was holding on for dear life.
seongje leaned down, kissed him deep, teeth knocking against the stick of the lollipop. he bit down just enough to steal it from sieun’s mouth, rolled it over his tongue, then pressed their lips together again.
sweet. sticky. messy. perfect.
he shoved the lollipop back between sieun’s lips. “keep it there. don’t drop it.”
then he fucked him harder.
the pace built—deeper, faster, hips slamming into the backs of sieun’s thighs until the bedframe rattled.
every thrust drove the lollipop further past sieun’s lips, drool sliding down his chin. he was moaning around it, incoherent, his whole body jerking with every snap of seongje’s hips.
“look at you,” seongje panted.
“so fucking pretty when you’re ruined. bet you didn’t think you’d end up like this when you started teasing me.”
sieun tried to glare, tried to smirk around the candy, but another thrust had him crying out instead, sticky tears starting at the corners of his eyes.
"mine," seongje growled, bending over him, fucking him into the mattress. “you’re mine, every inch.”
sieun came first—lollipop nearly slipping from his mouth as his body seized, cum spilling hot between them, his voice breaking into ragged cries muffled by sugar.
seongje didn’t hold back. he fucked through it, chasing his own high, thrusts rough and relentless until he spilled deep inside him with a guttural moan, collapsing against sieun’s chest.
for a moment, there was only breathing. the stick of the lollipop hung limply from sieun’s swollen lips, still sticky, still wet.
seongje pulled it out gently, tossed it aside, and kissed him slow—messy, sugar-sweet, lingering.
then he grabbed a fresh one from the nightstand, unwrapped it with his teeth, and slid it between sieun’s lips.
“tou took me so well,” he whispered, brushing sweaty hair off his forehead. “have your reward.”
sieun sucked on it weakly, eyes half-shut, voice ruined when he mumbled, “worth it.”
seongje smirked, kissing his temple. “you’re lucky i love you. or i’d make you pay for baiting me.”
sieun smirked back, cherry-red lips shining around the candy. “who says i won’t?”