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A shimmer of heat haze rose from the cracked earth, distorting the horizon into a watery, vast landscape. The sun beat down on the broad as Jay spurred his weary chestnut, the animal’s gallop a hypnotic rhythm against the endless expanse of dried grass and dust. The leather of the saddle was hot enough to brand, and the ache in his own muscles was a dull, persistent thrum.

Days on the trail had blurred into one long, sweat-soaked memory of shimmering dust and the creak of leather. Jay can’t remember the last time he’d slept in a bed.

But then, like a mirage–it appeared. A cluster of buildings clinging to the side of a desolate highway, crowned by a sign that had written “diner” in fading red letters. A real town. A real chance for a cold glass of water and a moment of shade.

Jay let out a long sigh. A break, finally.

With a gentle tug on the reins, he guided his horse toward what looked like a makeshift stable behind the diner.

He swung down from the saddle, his joints protesting with a chorus of pops and cracks. He ran a hand down the horse's flank, murmuring a quiet thanks, and promised it a good rubdown and fresh cold water. His spurs jingled softly as he turned and began the slow, deliberate walk toward the diner. The boards of the sidewalk were warped and grey, but they felt solid under his worn out boots.

The glass door of the diner slammed open before he could reach it, spilling out a group of cowboys as loud and vibrant as the day was muted. They were young, their laughter sharp and careless. One of them, a man with a grin that was all teeth and trouble, spotted Jay and leaned against the porch railing, deliberately blocking the path.

Jay furrowed his brows. He was far too tired for this.

“Well, well,” the man drawled, his eyes roaming over Jay in a way that made his jaw tighten. “Look what the dust dragged in. Lost, stranger?”

Jay didn’t slow. His steps stayed measured, deliberate. The kind that made people move even when they didn’t acknowledge why yet.

“Move,” he said flatly.

That only made them laugh.

“Careful, fellas,” another chimed in, also eyeing Jay openly now. “He’s got a mouth on him. I like that.”

A ripple of chuckles followed.

The first man pushed off the railing and stepped into Jay’s path again, the reek of whiskey hitting him first. “Don’t be like that, sugar. We’re just bein’ neighborly. Thought maybe you wanted some company.”

Jay stopped.

Then, slowly, he turned just enough for the silver star pinned to his chest to catch the light.
Their laughter faltered immediately.

“You boys are obstructing a public walkway and harassin’ an officer of the law,” Jay said calmly. “You can move along now… or I can take you all in for the night. Your choice.”

A beat.

Then Jake laughed. Too loud, too quick. “Easy there, sheriff. Didn’t mean no harm.”

From the porch, someone lifted a can of cheap beer in a lazy salute.

Jay looked at his face.

It was Heeseung. His face was a familiar map of sun-kissed lines and disinterest, a ghost from a trail ride two winters back. He offered no help, just watched the scene unfold with the detached amusement of a man who’d seen it all a thousand times before.

Jay tipped his chin in brief acknowledgment.

“Come on, Jake, leave him alone.” A new, clearer voice cut through the haze of inappropriate comments. Lean and fit, with soft cheeks that still hadn’t quite lost their youth and eyes far too sharp and steady for someone his age. There was a quiet stubbornness in the way he squared his broad shoulders.

He pushed past Jake, standing between him and Jay.
“He’s not interested,” Jungwon said. “And you’re being stupid.”
Jake scoffed but stepped back, lifting his hands. “Alright, alright. Jungwon’s got claws.” He shot Jay a look that was half retreat, half promise. “We’ll catch up later, sheriff.”
He shot him a look that was part dismissal, part promise, before he dropped himself on a flimsy wooden chair beside Heeseung, who simply shook his head at Jake. “What?”

“You need to shut up sometimes.” Heeseung murmured, sipping his can of beer.

Jay let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, the tension in his shoulders easing almost instantly. He met the younger cowboy’s gaze, a genuine warmth finally reaching his eyes. “Thanks,” he said, his voice a low tired rumble, “Didn’t have to do that.”

Jungwon’s bravado seemed to evaporate at that. A faint blush crept up his neck, coloring the tips of his ears. He ducked his head, suddenly finding the worn tip of his boots fascinating. “It’s nothing. They’re always like that.”

Jay couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. He held Jungwon’s gaze for a beat longer than necessary then huffed a quiet laugh and reached out, briefly ruffling Jungwon’s hair. A fond, grounding gesture that felt oddly natural.
“Still,” he said. “I appreciate it.”
The blush on Jungwon’s cheeks deepened to a proper crimson, and Jay had to fight the urge to laugh. Instead, he gave a slight nod and pushed past him, the screen door of the diner sighing shut behind him.

The air inside the diner was thick with the smell of old coffee, fried onions, and a sweet, cloying air freshener that did little to nothing to mask the sweat and grime baked into the vinyl booths. Jay leaned heavily against the cracked linoleum of the counter, the cool surface a small mercy against his hot forearm. The bartender, a man whose face looked like it had been carved from worn leather and boredom, slid a chipped glass of water toward him without a word.

“Got a bucket out back for your horse,” the man grunted, polishing a glass with a rag that looked dirtier than the glass itself…

“Thanks man,” Jay mumbled, the words scraping his throat. He drained half the glass in one go, the ice-cold liquid a shock to his system. He closed his eyes for a second, letting the relief wash over him. The exhaustion was a physical weight, pressing down on his shoulders, making his limbs feel like lodge. He was so tired he felt boneless, every muscle screaming for a proper bed and a long, uninterrupted sleep.

The bell above the door chimed, a cheerful, out-of-place sound. Jay didn’t bother to open his eyes. Another customer. He just wanted to finish his water, check on his horse, and find a corner to disappear into for a few hours.

However, a sharp spank landed sharply on his butt, making Jay jolt in surprise.

What the—

He went rigid, every muscle coiling tight as a spring wound to its breaking point. The exhaustion vanished, replaced by a surge of adrenaline. A collective, appreciative murmur rippled through the few patrons scattered in the booths, a chorus of “oohs” and low whistles that grated on his raw nerves.

His body moved on pure instinct—his hand flew to the worn leather of his hip holster, the familiar weight of the Colt revolver settling into his palm as he turned around, the barrel already raised, the motion smooth and deadly. He braced himself for the sneering face of Jake or one of his idiot fellows, for a fight he was more than ready to finish.

But the face he saw wasn’t one of them.

It was Sunghoon.

Standing there, framed in the doorway, the afternoon light turned his dark hair into a halo. He looked different—cleaner than the last time Jay had seen him, which was more than three months ago. But his eyes were the same, dark and sparkling with a familiar softness reserved just for Jay. It made his heart ache and his blood boil at the same time.

Sunghoon’s hands shot up, palms out, a gesture of mock surrender. His grin widened, utterly unrepentant. “Hey, hey, easy there, kitten,” he said, his voice a low, teasing rumble that Jay knew better than his own name. Then softer, “It’s just me.”

The word hung in the air. Jay’s grip on the gun tightened for a fraction of a second, the cold steel a stark contrast to the heat flooding his cheeks and neck. He could feel the eyes of the entire diner on them, could hear the bartender sigh like he’d seen this exact scenario a hundred times.

Slowly, with a deliberate control that cost him more than he’d ever admit, Jay lowered the revolver, the hammer clicking softly as he eased it back into its holster.

The adrenaline receded, leaving behind a dizzying mix of fury, relief, and something dangerously close to joy.

The smirk on Sunghoon’s face was a lit fuse.

To the rest of the diner, Jay was just another sheriff putting a fresh-faced nuisance in his place. He saw the knowing look on the bartender’s face, the way a woman in the nearest booth leaned forward, hungry for the drama. They wanted a fight, a spectacle. So he’d give them one.

Keep the act, Sunghoon mouthed, silently, the words meant only for him.

Jay’s jaw tightened. Fine.

He lunged forward, not with a punch, but with a fistful of Sunghoon’s shirt, yanking him away from the prying eyes and toward a dark corridor that led to the restrooms. The fabric was worn and soft under his grip, but he could feel the solid warmth of Sunghoon’s chest beneath it.

He dragged him into the narrow, dimly lit space, the smells of stale beer and disinfectant clinging to the air.

He shoved him hard against the grimy wall. Sunghoon’s back hit with a dull thud, a soft grunt escaping his lips, but his eyes never lost their infuriating look Jay knew all too well.

“You absolute fucking bastard,” Jay started, his voice a low, furious whisper. “What is wrong with y—!”

He was cut off by Sunghoon’s mouth crashing against his. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, a collision of teeth and tongue and months of separation. Jay’s hat fell on the floor with a soft thud, forgotten.

The anger melted away under the heat of it, consumed by a raw, starved need. Jay kissed him back with everything he had, pouring all the exhaustion, the frustration, the bone-deep loneliness of the trail into that single, desperate point of contact.

Sunghoon’s hands were not idle either.

They slid from Jay’s shoulders, down the planes of his back, tracing the line of his spine under the denim jacket before settling on the small of Jay’s back. His fingers splayed wide, digging into the soft flesh of Jay’s plump ass, pulling him flush against his own body. The gesture was proprietary, an unspoken claim that made Jay’s head spin just right. He squeezed, a slow, appreciative pressure that made Jay gasp into the kiss.

Sunghoon took the opportunity to deepen it, one hand moving to palm the curve of Jay’s waist, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just above his belt. The kiss grew hungrier, more passionate, a frantic conversation their mouths were having after too long apart.

When they finally broke apart, it was only by an inch. They were both breathing hard, their foreheads resting together in the heat of the cramped hallway. Jay’s lips were swollen, tingling, and he could feel the frantic beat of Sunghoon’s heart against his own chest.

He looked up, meeting Sunghoon’s dark, triumphant gaze. A slow, tired smile spread across Jay’s face, the kind that was all teeth and no real threat. He brought a hand up to cup Sunghoon’s jaw, his thumb stroking the stubble there.

Sunghoon melted against his palm, closing his eyes. “I missed you. And your fat ass.”

Jay let out a snort. “God, fuck you.” he whispered, the words laced with an affection so deep it was almost painful.

Sunghoon smirked. “Oh, I’m definitely fucking you,” he murmured, the words a low, confident promise against Jay’s lips.

He didn’t wait for an answer before leaning in again, swallowing whatever retort Jay might have had.

This was different from the desperate kiss before. It was a slow, deliberate claim.

Sunghoon’s hands were sure, one sliding up to cradle the back of Jay’s head, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him exactly where he wanted him. The other roamed freely, mapping the familiar territory of Jay’s body with a possessive hold. He pressed forward, using his strength to manhandle and pin Jay more firmly against the wall, his thigh nudging its way between Jay’s legs.

The pressure was direct and it sent a hot jolt straight up Jay’s spine. A groan rumbled in his chest, muffled by Sunghoon’s mouth. “Fuck, Hoon…”

His own hands, which had been braced against Sunghoon’s shoulders, now clutched at him, pulling him closer, arching into the touch like a plant seeking the sun. The world narrowed to this small, dark space, to the slick slide of tongues and teeth clacking together.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting, the air thick and heavy.

Sunghoon’s lips were already starting to trace a path down Jay’s jaw, toward the sensitive skin of his birthmark. Jay’s head tilted back, an offering, but then—a sliver of reality intruded. He put a hand on Sunghoon’s chest, a gentle but firm stop.

“W-wait,” Jay breathed, his voice hoarse.
“Wait Hoon, we’re still in the damn diner.”

Sunghoon paused, his lips hovering over Jay’s pulse point. He let out a soft, frustrated sigh, a puff of hot air against Jay’s skin. “...Right. You’re not a fan of public sex.”

Jay rolled his eyes, “Only when I’m the main event and there’s an audience.” He said with sarcasm.

A wicked grin spread across Sunghoon’s face. He didn’t pull back. Instead, he ducked his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the line of Jay’s pretty collarbone that peeked out from his shirt.

His words were a low murmur against Jay’s skin, a vibration that made him shiver. “We can go to my camper. It’s parked out back.”

Jay’s breath hitched. The thought of a real door, a real bed, a private space and Sunghoon after so long on the trail was almost overwhelming.

He managed a smirk, though it was a little shaky. “What for?”

Sunghoon lifted his head, his dark eyes locking with Jay’s, the humor in them replaced by a deep, burning desire.

“To check if you can still ride my horse.”

A slow, sharp smirk stretched Jay’s lips. “Freak.” He muttered.

“Your freak.” Sunghoon whispered.

Then Jay reached into the pocket of his worn denim jacket, the one that sagged with the weight of old bullets and a spare pocketknife. What he pulled out, however, was a pair of cold, steel handcuffs, the metal glinting in the dim light.

“Gotta keep the act. Remember?” he said, swaying the handcuffs.

Sunghoon’s eyebrow shot up, a flicker of genuine surprise and amusement in his dark eyes. “Kinky,” he purred, a low rumble of approval in his chest.

He turned without further protest, his back muscles stretching under his shirt, making Jay falter a little as he put the cuffs on Sunghoon’s wrist.

The click of the handcuffs locking into place was shockingly loud in the small space, a final note to the strange performance they had going on…

Then Jay picked up his hat and gave the chain a light tug. “Move, outlaw.”

“Allright, sir.”

He marched Sunghoon out of the hallway and back into the main dining area. Every eye in the place was immediately on them.

The bartender looked up from polishing his glass, a flicker of something unreadable in his tired eyes. Sunghoon, to his credit, played his part perfectly. He walked with a relaxed, almost bored stride, the awkwardness of his hands bound behind him doing nothing to disturb his cool act.

He stopped at the counter.

“Put it on my tab, Frank,” he said with a wink, nodding toward the half-empty glass of water Jay had been nursing.

Frank, the bartender, just grunted, shaking his head, wiping down the already clean surface. As Jay began to guide Sunghoon toward the door, they passed by the booth where Jake, Jungwon, and Heeseung were still sitting.

Jake, seeing his chance, shot to his feet.

“Yeah, that’s what you get for touching that fat ass, you pervert!” he crowed, puffing out his chest.

Jungwon let out a long, weary sigh, sinking lower into the vinyl booth as if he could disappear into it.

But Heeseung, who hadn’t said a word since raising his beer can, had finally reached his limit. He didn’t look at Jake. He just casually kicked out, the steel toe of his boot connecting solidly with Jake's shin. Jake yelped and stumbled back into his seat, clutching his leg.

“Hyung, what the fuck—?”

Heeseung finally turned his head, his gaze flat and dangerous as the barrel of a gun. “That’s his man, you absolute skunk.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and final. Jake’s jaw went slack. Jungwon’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock, a faint blush already creeping up his neck as he glanced from Jay’s stern face to Sunghoon’s calm one.

Both Jake and Jungwon looked like they’d been struck by lightning.

Satisfied, Heeseung leaned back and took a long swallow of his beer watching the lovebirds disappear from their view.

The heat outside was a physical blow after the stuffy, artificial cool of the diner.

Jay led Sunghoon around the back of the building, his grip firm on the short length of chain linking the cuffs. He could feel Sunghoon’s stare like a hand on his back; slow, deliberate, tracing lines Jay knew by heart.

It made the corner of his mouth lift despite himself.

“God,” Sunghoon breathed behind him, not even pretending anymore. “I love these jeans on you.”

Jay didn’t look back.

He just slowed his pace. Just enough, so that Sunghoon’s steps stuttered, his gaze dropping exactly where Jay wanted it.

“Eyes up…” Jay said lightly. “Perv.”

There was a sharp little sound behind him—half laugh, half groan.

“Mean,” Sunghoon muttered.

Parked in a patch of shade cast by the diner’s sagging sign was a beat-up camper, its once-white paint now a grimy grey, the tires sunk slightly into the parched earth.

Jay quickly looped his horse’s reins around a sturdy-looking handle on the camper’s side, making sure the animal had access to what little shade there was and the bucket of water the bartender had promised.

He turned back to Sunghoon, who was watching him with a patient, knowing look.

“Keys,” Jay demanded, holding out a free hand.

Sunghoon’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. “Pockets. My hands are kind of tied babe.”

Jay let out an exasperated scoff, hating the fact that he was right.

He stepped in close, the front of their bodies almost touching, and began a deliberate, thorough pat-down while holding eye contact with Sunghoon.

His hands lingered on Sunghoon’s thighs, slowly sliding up to the worn denim of his back pockets. He could feel the solid muscle beneath the fabric, the warmth of Sunghoon’s skin a stark contrast to the cold metal of the cuffs.

He finally found the small, jagged piece of metal in the front left pocket, his fingers—purposely—brushing against the hard line of Sunghoon’s hard cock in the process. A quiet intake of breath from Sunghoon was the only reaction. Jay held back a smirk.

With the key in hand, he then unlocked the camper door, the mechanism groaning in protest.

He yanked it open and then grabbed Sunghoon, not by the arm this time, but by the thick leather of his belt.

He used it as a handle, hauling him inside. Impatient.

The moment the door swung shut, plunging the small space into shadow, Jay slammed him against it.

“Someone’s impatient—” the impact made Sunghoon groan out but then Jay was on him in an instant, his mouth crashing down on Sunghoon’s in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. It wasn’t about tenderness anymore; it was about possession.

His free hand slipped under the hem of Sunghoon’s shirt, his fingers splaying across the taut, hot skin of his stomach, tracing the ridges of his abs, feeling the muscles contract under his touch.

His other hand, however, went south.

He palmed the heavy, thick bulge straining against the confines of Sunghoon’s jeans, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze.

Sunghoon groaned, a deep, guttural sound that was swallowed by Jay’s mouth.

He arched into the touch, a helpless, needy movement. “Jay,” he gasped, his head falling back against the door with a thud, “Fuck, unlock these. Now.”

Jay just chuckled, a low, dark sound.

“Not so fast darlin’,” he murmured against Sunghoon’s jaw. And then, with a strength that surprised them both, he pushed Sunghoon firmly against the door and dropped to his knees. The floor was dirty, but Jay didn’t give a single fuck. He looked up, throwing his hat somewhere beside the bed, meeting Sunghoon’s dark, glassy eyes, a smirk playing on his own swollen lips. “Want a taste of you, first,” he groaned, swiping his pink tongue over his bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the dead of me.”

“Good.”

Jay leaned forward, not using his hands, but gripping the metal zipper tab of Sunghoon’s jeans with his teeth. The sound of it slowly lowering, tooth by tooth, was obscene in the enclosed space.

Sunghoon whimpered at the sight, a high, breathy sound that was completely at odds with his usual confident demeanor. His hips jerked forward, a silent, desperate plea that spurred Jay on.

He was painfully hard, the fabric of his boxers doing little to hide his state of arousal. Jay could see the damp patch already forming, a clear testament to how much he needed this, how much he wanted him.

The sight sent a fresh wave of heat straight to Jay’s own hard-on, settling heavy and insistent in his groin.

The sight of Sunghoon so undone, so desperate, was almost like a strong aphrodisiac. So strong, Jay finally took pity on him, hooking his fingers into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers and yanking them down in one rough motion.

Sunghoon’s thick, flushed cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a wet sound.

The head was already leaking, a bead of pearlescent fluid clinging to the slit.

Jay leaned in, not yet taking him into his mouth, but just breathing on him. He stuck out his tongue, giving the leaking tip a slow, deliberate lick, tasting the salty, familiar tang on his tongue.

Sunghoon’s whole body trembled at that.

He kissed the head, a soft, almost mocking press of lips, before finally, finally taking him into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” Sunghoon threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing beutifully. He
felt so good and Jay didn’t even start to move.

He started slowly, swirling his tongue around the sensitive underside, enjoying the way Sunghoon’s breath hitched. He licked a stripe up the prominent veins, circling the base of the tip with his tongue.

Then, he began to bob his head, filling his mouth of cock, the heaviness on his tongue an addicting feeling he could never forget. He set a steady rhythm, one hand coming up to stroke the considerable length of Sunghoon’s big cock that he couldn’t quite take.

Sunghoon was a mess of whimpers and moans, his bound hands flexing uselessly behind his back, biceps flexing. His hips began to rock, a shallow, involuntary motion, fucking himself into the wet heat of Jay’s hot mouth.

“Jay... fuck, please,” Sunghoon gasped, his voice strained. “Unlock the cuffs. I need to touch you.” He looked down, a big mistake as Jay’s eyes met his, making his cock twitch violently.

Jay’s response was to hollow his cheeks and suck hard. The action sent a jolt through Sunghoon, his thighs starting to shake with the effort of holding himself upright. He began to tease, pulling back until just the tip was in his mouth, flicking his tongue against the frenulum, then sinking back down, taking him a little deeper each time.

He was driving him insane, and he knew it—

Suddenly, there was a sharp metallic crack, followed by the dull thud of the handcuffs hitting the floor.

Sunghoon had broken them.

Jay froze, looking up in surprise.

Sunghoon’s face was a mask of raw, pure need, but there was a smirk playing on his lips, a flicker of please in his dark, blown-out eyes.

Before Jay could even react, Sunghoon’s hands were in his hair, gripping it so tight he swore he could feel his scalp burn.

Sunghoon didn’t ask. Didn’t warn.

He just slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length in Jay’s throat in one brutal thrust.

Jay gagged, tears spilling from his eyes, his hands flying up to grip Sunghoon’s thighs.

However, the surprise was quickly replaced by a dark, thrilling wave of submission and need to please Sunghoon.

Sunghoon held him there for a moment, fully sheathed, his chest heaving—enjoying the way Jay’s tight throat clamped useless around him—before he began to move.

He set a punishing pace, fucking Jay’s throat with a desperate, needy rhythm, using him for his own pleasure.

“Fuck baby, you take it so well.” Sunghoon moaned, biting his lips at the state of his boyfriend.

The sounds were obscene too—wet, choking noises mingled with Sunghoon’s guttural groans and Jay’s own muffled whimpers. And as Sunghoon’s cock hit the back of his throat again and again, all Jay could do was hold on and take it, trembling at how full his throat felt.

But then, Sunghoon’s grip on Jay’s hair loosened slightly, and he pulled back, his cock sliding out of Jay’s abused throat with a wet sound.

Shlick.

Jay coughed, his chest heaving as he greedily sucked in air. His lips were swollen and glistening, his tongue lolled out, and a delicate, obscene rope of spit and pre-come connected his swollen lips to the glistening head of Sunghoon's cock.

“Good boy,” Sunghoon breathed, the words a low, possessive rumble. He took a moment to just look at him, to appreciate the debauched sight of Jay on his knees, utterly wrecked and already so beautifully pliant under his hands. “So good for me.”

He leaned down slightly, his dark eyes locking with Jay’s dazed, teary ones.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice serious despite the rawness of their situation.

“If it gets to be too much, you pinch my thigh. Hard, and I’ll stop. Okay?”

Jay nodded, his head still swimming from the lack of air and the overwhelming intensity.

Sunghoon’s grip tightened in his hair again, just enough to be a clear command. “I need words, pretty.”

Jay swallowed, his throat raw. He had to force the word out, his voice a hoarse, wrecked whisper. “Y-yes.”

The moment the word left his lips, Sunghoon was back in. He pushed in slowly this time, giving Jay a chance to adjust, before he started that same brutal, deep rhythm.

And this time, Jay was ready.

He relaxed his throat, letting Sunghoon use him, letting him take what he needed. And as Sunghoon’s hips began to piston, a low, needy groan escaped Jay’s lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

The rhythm became relentless, a brutal, steady percussion against the back of Jay’s throat. Sunghoon’s grip in his hair was the only anchor, the only point of contact in the haze of sensation.

He could feel the muscles in Sunghoon’s thighs tensing against his palms, the low, guttural groans growing more frequent, more desperate.

“S-shit, Jay, I’m close.”

Then with a final, deep thrust and a choked-out cry of Jay’s name, Sunghoon came.

The hot, thick release flooded Jay’s mouth, the salty taste making him whine.

Sunghoon shuddered, his entire body going taut before slumping forward, his head resting against the cheap paneling of the camper’s metal door as he fought to catch his breath.

After a long moment, he pulled out slowly, his softening cock slipping from Jay’s lips.

He knelt, bringing a hand up to gently cup Jay’s jaw, his thumb stroking the damp skin.

“Spit it out,” he murmured, his voice husky and sated.

Jay just looked up at him, his eyes dark and defiant.

He held Sunghoon’s gaze as he deliberately swallowed one last time, his throat bobbing—a slow, deliberate motion.

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable—surprise, possessiveness, annoyance?—in his dark eyes.

“Why did you do that?”

Jay pushed himself to his feet, pulling Sunghoon up with him, his knees protesting, but he ignored it.

He leaned in, his body flush against Sunghoon’s, and whispered against his lips, “Missed your taste.” Then he kissed him, a deep, possessive kiss that forced Sunghoon to taste himself on Jay’s tongue, a heady, intimate reminder of what they'd just shared.

They stumbled backward, a tangle of limbs and desperate hungry kisses, jackets falling onto the floor, shoes scattered around, falling onto the narrow, unmade bed beside the window in a heap of tangled sheets.

Sunghoon immediately took control, pulling the window’s blind down and rolling Jay onto his back, dragging his shirt up over his head, exposing the expanse of Jay’s pretty tanned torso.

He ducked his head, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jay’s chest, his tongue tracing the line of his sternum. He found a nipple and sucked hard, pulling a loud moan out of Jay, the sharp, wet pull sending a jolt straight to his cock.

“I wonder how your milk would taste,”
Sunghoon murmured against his skin, the words a dark, dirty fantasy that made Jay’s breath hitch. “Probably sweet as fuck.” Sunghoon groaned, biting around the areola, making Jay’s back jolt at the pain.

“F-fuck, easy darlin’.” Jay looked down at him, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Sorry babe, I can’t hold back,” Sunghoon said with batted breath, licking the other nipple and sucking it hard, loving how sensitive Jay’s chest is. His hand slowly slid downward as his mouth was occupied with Jay’s tits—unblucking the leather belt with messy movements before finally undoing the button.

Sunghoon’s name left Jay’s lips as his rough, calloused hand slipped under the boxer and engulfed his hard, aching cock. The touch was electric—Jay’s thighs twitching at the mere feeling of a warm palm around him.

“Pretty like I remember,” Sunghoon said, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

He began to stroke, a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Jay’s hips twitching upwards, seeking more friction.

He was completely at Sunghoon’s mercy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The weeks on the trail, the loneliness, the exhaustion—it all melted away, replaced by the overwhelming presence of the man above him.

The slow, maddening drag of Sunghoon's fist was torture, though. Jay swung an arm over his face, shaky moans spilling out of him as his hands gripped Sunghoon’s thick biceps, a grounding touch.

“O-oh my god, Hoon..” His hips jerked, a silent plea for more, faster, anything. He was wound so tight he felt like he might shatter into a million pieces by any second.

“F-uck me,” Jay breathed, the words ragged and desperate. “Sunghoon, just fuck me open already. Please.”

A triumphant smirk spread across Sunghoon's face as soon as he registered Jay’s desperate words.

He released Jay’s cock, earning a frustrated whine. “Your wish is my command baby,” he purred, sitting back on his calves.

In one smooth motion, he peeled his own shirt off, revealing the hard, sculpted planes of his chest and stomach, shining with a thin layer of sweat that Jay suddenly wanted to feel against his tongue.

He then leaned forward, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Jay’s jeans and with his help, he dragged them down his pretty legs, tossing them aside to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Sunghoon took a moment to admire the sight.

Jay lay bare, vulnerable and trembling with anticipation under Sunghoon’s intense gaze, his cock twitching and oozing precum, making a mess all over Jay’s abdomen. His soft tits littered with purple and red marks, a pretty artwork that enchanted Jay’s beautiful tanned, sun kissed skin.

“My baby’s the prettiest.” Sunghoon couldn’t help but praise, watching as Jay shyly diverted his gaze, cheeks reddening.

Cute.

Sunghoon then lowered himself, pressing soft, biting kisses to the sensitive skin of Jay’s inner thighs. At the same time, he brought two fingers to Jay’s swollen, pink lips.

“Get them soaking wet, kitty,” he commanded, his voice a low, husky order.

Jay obeyed without hesitation.

He took the fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, sucking them deep, coating them thoroughly with his saliva. He looked up at Sunghoon through his lashes as the latter pressed them against his tongue, the act intensely intimate, a silent promise of what was to come.

“So obedient,” Sunghoon said, satisfied, slowly withdrawing his fingers.

He brought them down to Jay's entrance, circling the tight muscle before carefully, deliberately, pressing one inside.

Jay groaned, a sharp sting of pain accompanying the intrusion.

It had been too long.

Sunghoon shushed him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the heart shaped birthmark on his neck.

“Easy now,” he murmured against his skin. “You’re so tight. Don’t wanna hurt you.” He waited, letting Jay adjust to the slight stretch, before he slowly slipped a second finger in alongside the first.

The stretch was more intense, a dull burn that was already giving way to a slow, creeping pleasure.

Sunghoon, sensing Jay’s soft wall clamp around him, began to move, scissoring his fingers, opening him up.

He was patient, in a way, his other hand stroking Jay’s hip in a soothing rhythm.

“Well you did stay loyal after all,” Sunghoon snorted, surprised by how tight Jay was.

“You t-think ’m some cheap street whore?” Jay retorted, biting back a moan at a particular stretch.

His legs twitched, a feeble attempt to close, to shield the sudden, overwhelming vulnerability.

Sunghoon saw it.

A flash of something uncompromising crossed his face before his free hand came down in a sharp, stinging slap against the tender skin of Jay’s inner thigh.

Smack.

“Stay open,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that left no room for argument. “Or I’ll get the cuffs again, I know you have another pair,”

“And this time, I’ll cuff you to the bedframe.”

The threat sent a fresh wave of heat through Jay’s body.

He whimpered, but he forced his trembling legs to fall open, a silent, surrendering offering on the narrow bed.

“Good boy,” Sunghoon grunted, caressing the spot he’d smacked earlier.

Although, his reward was not as gentle.

He added a third finger without warning, forcing them in with the others.

The stretch was sudden, a sharp, burning pain that made Jay cry out, a raw, ragged sound. “F-fuck! Wait—”

Sunghoon didn’t.

He curled his fingers, finding that small, secret spongy bundle of nerves deep inside, and he pressed. Hard.

It was like a lightning strike.

A blinding, white-hot jolt of pure pleasure shot up Jay’s spine, so intense it was almost painful.

His back arched clean off the bed, a strangled sob tearing from his throat as he clawed at Sunghoon’s wrist, his nails digging into the fair skin.

“S-Sunghoon—!”

The latter set a brutal pace, his fingers pistoning in and out, targeting that spot with merciless precision. Over and over, he slammed into it, a relentless, driving rhythm that reduced Jay to a quivering, incoherent mess. He couldn’t even recognise his voice anymore.

The sounds were obscene—the wet, slick noise of Sunghoon’s fingers driving into him, mingled with Jay’s choked sobs and desperate, broken moans.

“Too much—Hoon, ’s too much—” he babbled, his head thrashing against the pillow. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with a pleasure so intense.

“C’mon, Jay, give it to me,” Sunghoon growled, his thumb pressing down hard on Jay’s taint, intensifying the pressure from the inside. “I know you can. Cum for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart.”

And that was it.

With a final, brutal thrust of Sunghoon’s fingers, the world shattered.

“Shi—!”

Jay’s orgasm hit him like a physical blow, a violent, crashing wave that stole the air from his lungs. His hips shot up off the bed, his back arching as the orgasm ripped through him, violent and unexpected.

He came hard, thick, white stripes painting his own heaving stomach and chest, his entire body shaking with the force of it. It was an all-consuming wave that left him boneless and breathless, sprawled on the sheets in a daze, a fine sheen of sweat covering his pretty skin.

Sunghoon stared down at the mess Jay had made, a slow, wolfish grin spreading across his face.

He looked from the evidence on Jay’s stomach back to his flushed, dazed face.

"Did you just cum from my fingers?" he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He did that.

Jay, still trembling from the aftershocks, tried to scowl, but it came out as a pout. “Shut up,” he stammered, swatting weakly at Sunghoon’s chest. “It’s…been a while, okay?”

“And you’re too good with your damn fingers…” he added, more quietly.

The admission was almost vulnerable, and it made something in Sunghoon’s chest tighten.

He leaned down, pressing a soft, surprisingly tender kiss to Jay's cheek. “I know,” he murmured.

Then, with a strength that always took Jay by surprise, he gripped Jay’s waist and rolled them.

In a smooth motion, Jay found himself on top, straddling Sunghoon’s hips.

Sunghoon leaned back against the makeshift headboard—the camper’s thinly padded wall—pulling Jay down for another deep, searing kiss.

As their tongues tangled, Sunghoon’s hands roamed, massaging the full, soft flesh of Jay's ass.

His own cock, already hard again, nestled between Jay’s cheeks, the friction a maddening tease.

He broke the kiss, his lips swollen and wet. “Damn,” he breathed, giving one globe a firm squeeze. “These things have gotten even bigger.”

Jay rolled his eyes, but a smile played on his lips regardless.

He pushed himself up, his hands planted on Sunghoon’s chest for leverage—the shift in position was all the answer Sunghoon needed.

He bit his lower lip, his dark eyes burning with anticipation. “You ready to ride me, babe?”

Jay didn’t answer with words. He just reached back, wrapping his fingers around the thick, hot base of Sunghoon’s throbbing cock, steadying it.

With his other hand pressed flat against Sunghoon’s chest, he began to sink down.

The initial stretch was a slow burn. Jay took a shaky breath, head thrown back as he lowered himself inch by agonizing inch. Sunghoon’s hands gripped his hips, his knuckles white, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he was enveloped in Jay’s tight heat.

They both moaned as Jay finally seated himself fully, his ass flush against Sunghoon’s hips.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, breathing together.

Sunghoon let out a shaky breath, the sensation of Jay’s soft, slick walls clamping down on him almost enough to undo him right there. He could feel Jay trembling above him, adjusting to the overwhelming fullness.

“God,” Jay moaned, his voice a raw, broken sound. “Y-you’re so fucking big, I almost feel you in my goddamn throat.”

The words sent a violent jolt straight to Sunghoon’s groin, his cock twitching deep inside Jay.

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, his nails digging into the soft flesh of Jay’s lips. “Don’t say that.”

Jay just smirked, a slow, confident curve of his lips. He had him right where he wanted him.

He braced his hands on Sunghoon’s chest and slowly, deliberately, rolled his hips in a small, experimental circle, moaning right against Sunghoon’s ear.

Sunghoon’s head fell back, hitting the wall with a dull thud. A choked-off groan escaped his lips as his grip on Jay’s hips tightened, an attempt to ground himself against the overwhelming pleasure.

“Jay... fuck... the hat,” he stammered, the words barely coherent. “Put on the hat. Please.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his hazy eyes. He didn’t question it.

He leaned forward, arching his spine in a way that made Sunghoon curse under his breath, and reached behind him, fumbling for the black cowboy hat on the nightstand.

He settled it on his head. “How do I look?”

The effect was instantaneous. Sunghoon's cock twitched violently inside him, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. “So hot. So fucking hot.”

The sight of Jay, wearing his hat, straddling him, completely undone and in control, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

Satisfied with the reaction, Jay finally began to move.

He laid his palms flat on Sunghoon’s abdomen and rose up slowly, almost letting Sunghoon slip out, before sinking back down, just as slowly.

He set a languid, lazy rhythm, his thigh muscles flexing with the effort, each movement pulling a fresh wave of moans from both of them.

He was riding him, just like he’d promised, taking his sweet, sweet time.

However, the slow, deliberate torment was pushing Sunghoon to the brink. His patience, worn thin by months apart, finally snapped.

His hands slid from Jay’s hips to grab his ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.

“Stop teasing me,” he growled, his voice a low, desperate command. “Ride me properly, Jay. Now.”

A dark, triumphant glint flashed in Jay’s eyes. He’d been waiting for this.

He braced his hands on Sunghoon’s knee, leaning back, and obeyed.

The languid pace shattered.

Jay slammed his hips down, taking Sunghoon to the hilt in one brutal, fluid motion.

He set a punishing rhythm, lifting up until just the head remained inside before impaling himself again and again.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small, humid space of the camper, a lewd, percussive beat to their shared gasps and moans.

It was perfect. Sunghoon’s cock was hitting his prostate with every single, powerful thrust.

Jay’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.

The pleasure was blinding, an all-consuming fire that burned away every coherent thought. His own cock, already sensitive from his earlier orgasm, bobbed as he kept impaling himself onto Sunghoon’s cock, twitching and leaking, a desperate, throbbing ache for release.

He was completely lost to it, chasing the high only Sunghoon could give him.

The creaking of the cheap camper bed became a frantic, rhythmic protest, threatening to give way at any moment.

Jay was bouncing now, completely uninhibited, using the strength in his thighs to fuck himself on Sunghoon’s cock.

His name tumbled from his lips in a breathless, desperate plea, a prayer offered to the god of pleasure currently rearranging his insides. “Hoon, Hoon, fuck, Hoon… so g-good!”

Sunghoon was watching, utterly mesmerized. He held onto Jay’s waist for dear life, his eyes fixed on the place where they were joined, watching Jay's ass ripple and jiggle with each powerful bounce.

The sight was obscene, beautiful, and entirely for his eyes only.

With a growl of pure, possessive need, he sat up, the sudden movement changing the angle of his penetration.

He drove upward, meeting Jay’s downward momentum, and the new position had him drilling directly into that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him.

Jay let out a high-pitched squeal, the force of the thrust stealing the breath from his lungs.

The black cowboy hat, already precariously perched, finally tumbled from his head, landing silently on the tangled sheets.

A dark smirk twisted Sunghoon’s lips.

This was what he wanted.

He grabbed the back of Jay's thighs, forcing them open and back, folding him in half. Jay’s knees were practically touching his ears, leaving him completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

Sunghoon hovered over him, caging him in with his larger body.

“You’re gonna ride me another time,” he groaned, the promise thick and heavy in the air.

And then he started to pound.

The pace was brutal, a punishing rhythm that stole the air from the room.

Jay mewled and did the fair mistake of looking up…

And what he saw made him unconsciously clamp around Sunghoon’s pistoning cock.

“I-Is that a—ngh!—mirror?” He moaned out, cheeks reddening as his eyes couldn’t look away from the reflection above him.

The sight of Sunghoon’s taunt back muscles—painted with the rakes of his own nails—and hips moving with each brutal thrust inside him washed a new wave of pleasure all over him, his cock twitching and drooling out even more precum.

“Oh, you finally saw it?” Sunghoon murmured against the side of Jay’s neck, smirking.

“I wanted you to see how pretty you are when you fall apart on my cock.”

Jay whimpered. He looked so debauched— tears spilling down his eyes, cheeks red and hair plastered on his forehead… god that can’t be me, he couldn’t help but think.

Jay immediately looked away—just for Sunghoon to force his chin forward, forcing him to watch himself get fucked dumb. “Nu-uh, no looking away, baby.”

He commanded before picking up the pace again.

Each thrust was deep, hard, and unrelenting.

Sunghoon watched, transfixed, as Jay’s flat stomach began to bulge with every deep push, the unmistakable outline of his own cock appearing for a fleeting second before disappearing again.

Jay was a mess of shaking limbs and broken moans underneath him, looking so small, so utterly wrecked.

Sunghoon’s gaze dropped to the delicious sight on Jay’s abdomen. He brought one hand down, pressing his palm flat against the spot that kept bulging with every thrust.

“Ngh! S-Sunghoon…! ‘M gonna—!”

The added pressure was the final straw.

Jay’s back arched into a painful, beautiful curve, his head thrown back against the mattress.

His mouth opened in a silent scream, his whole body locking up as an agonizing orgasm tore through him—more cum was added to the mess between them—a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, wringing him out from the inside, leaving him a trembling, oversensitive mess in its wake.

“F-fuck, Jay, I’m sorry,” Sunghoon cursed, the words torn from him as he felt Jay”s body convulse beneath him.

Although the apology was meaningless, a reflex, because he had no intention of stopping.

“Just a little more.”

He carefully flipped Jay over, manhandling his pliant body onto his stomach. He pushed Jay’s face down into the tangled, sweat-damp sheets, one firm hand on the back of his neck holding him in place, and yanked his hips up, presenting his flushed ass.

He entered him again in one swift, brutal motion, ripping a wet scream out of Jay, not giving him a chance to recover.

He fucked into him with a desperate, chasing rhythm, the force of his thrusts making the cheap bed frame slam against the wall of the camper.

The sounds that came from Jay now were different—cries and whimpers of overstimulation, pained uncoherent moans that were laced with a dark, undeniable pleasure. He was so fucked dumb.

Sunghoon’s hand came down hard on the flesh of Jay’s ass, the sharp smack echoing in the small space. Jay keened, back arching at the raw sting.

“My little slut,” he growled, his voice a raw, possessive thing. “Look at you. All that quiet strength... and now you’re just a moaning mess for my cock.”

“What would they all think back there, hmm? The hot, stoic cowboy, begging for it in the back of a diner.”

The humiliation, the raw truth in Sunghoon’s words, sent a fresh jolt of electricity through Jay’s overwrought nerves.

He pushed back into the thrusts, a silent, desperate plea for more.

Then with one final, brutal thrust, Sunghoon buried himself as deep as he could go. “Fuck—! I’m cumming baby—”

He came, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself deep inside Jay, filling him up to the brim.

The feeling of Sunghoon pulsing, filling him up, was the final push for Jay.

His own cock, that kept rubbing against the rough fabric of the bedsheets, twitched violently.

“A—ahh~! Hoon!”

A different kind of pressure built, and with a shuddering cry, he came again, toes curling, this time not in ropes but in a sudden, gushing clear release that soaked the sheets beneath him.

He kept cumming, trembling and crying out, until the last spur squirted out.

He collapsed, completely and utterly spent, with Sunghoon’s heavy body blanketing him, their mingled release a sticky, intimate proof of their reunion.

A long while passed, the only sounds in the cramped camper their ragged breathing gradually evening out and the hum of a distant fly against the window screen.

The air was thick and heavy with the smell of sweat and sex.

Finally, after a hot minute, with a groan of effort, Sunghoon shifted, rolling off Jay’s back and onto the narrow strip of mattress beside him.

He didn’t hesitate.

He carefully pulled Jay’s limp, trembling body into his arms, tucking him against his chest.

Jay was still shaking, fine tremors racking his frame, a lingering echo of the overwhelming pleasure that had just wrecked him. He felt boneless, used, and profoundly safe.

Sunghoon's arm was a heavy, grounding weight around his waist, his other hand gently stroking up and down the length of Jay’s sensitive spine in a slow, soothing rhythm. It kind of tickled but Jay was too tired to even speak.

Sunghoon pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of Jay’s head, his lips tracing the damp, sweat-slicked hair.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” Sunghoon murmured, his voice a low, grounding vibration against Jay’s ear. “Just breathe.”

Jay buried his face in Sunghoon’s chest, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of his skin and sweat.

He could feel the steady, reassuring beat of Sunghoon’s heart against his cheek.

A slow, tired smirk touched Sunghoon’s lips as he continued to caress Jay’s back.

He nuzzled closer, his next words a warm, teasing whisper right against Jay’s ear. “My little squirter.”

Jay tensed for a second, a fresh wave of heat washing over his face, before he relaxed again, too exhausted to even muster a proper glare.

He just huffed out a weak breath and smacked Sunghoon’s chest with a hand that felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. :Shut up,” he mumbled into the warm skin, the words lacking any real heat.

Sunghoon just chuckled, a deep, contented sound that resonated through his entire body.

He pulled Jay even closer, tangling their legs together, a silent, possessive gesture.

They lay there in a comfortable silence, the frantic energy from before replaced by a quiet, profound intimacy.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Jay shifted slightly, his stomach letting out a low, embarrassingly loud grumble. He kept his face firmly pressed against Sunghoon’s chest.

“M’hungry,”he mumbled, the words muffled by skin.

Sunghoon paused his stroking. “What was that?” he asked, a smug amusement already coloring his tone. He knew damn well what Jay had said.

Jay sighed, the sound full of weary resignation. He lifted his head just enough to speak clearly. “I said, I’m hungry.”

Sunghoon’s smirk widened, a look of victory on his face. He leaned in and captured Jay’s lips in a soft, sweet kiss, a stark contrast to their earlier… session. “You rest up,” he murmured against Jay’s mouth. “I’ll take care of it.”

Jay didn't even have the energy to complain or argue about letting Sunghoon take charge.

He just nodded, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, his eyes already drifting closed.

Sunghoon carefully extracted himself from the tangle of limbs.

He found his discarded jeans on the floor and pulled them on, not bothering with the button or the zipper. He walked to the camper door, opening it just a crack.

He leaned out, scanning the diner parking lot until he spotted the familiar figures still sitting in the booth.

“Yo, Pup!” he called out, his voice carrying clearly in the still afternoon air.

Jake’s head snapped up, a look of pure disbelief on his face. Heeseung just sighed, taking another long pull from his beer can.

Sunghoon leaned against the doorframe, looking every bit the lazy, satisfied cat. “My sugar’s hungry. Go grab Frank and have him whip up two of his steak specials. Bring ‘em over.”

Jake stared, his jaw working silently for a moment. “And why the hell would I do that for you?”

Sunghoon’s smile was all teeth, a predator’s lazy grin. “Consider it an apology. For harassing my boyfriend.”

The word ‘boyfriend’ hit Jake like a physical blow.

He stared from Sunghoon's smug face to the darkened doorway of the camper, a visible shudder running through him.

The defiance drained out of him, replaced by a sullen, defeated understanding.

He looked over at Heeseung, who gave him a single, curt nod.

And without another word, Jake pushed himself out of the booth and trudged toward the kitchen.