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The fluorescent light buzzed incessantly over Baekjin’s head. 

In his office, it was the only sound that was heard, it would have gone completely unnoticed for anyone else, but for Baekjin it was like a ticking bomb on his head.

It was so fucking loud that he couldn’t even concentrate on his business. The white papers on his desk looked back at him, waiting for his action.

But Baekjin wasn’t really there, he was lost in his own thoughts. His finger clicked on his pen almost like an unconscious reflex.

It had been a shitty couple of days, trouble seemed to appear everywhere.

Unfortunately trouble had a name, and that was Humin and his stupid friends.

Those little shits were always trying to pry and sabotage the Union’s businesses. Somehow they managed to get inside of Daesung bikes, even got the list of buyers from the office there and had the nerve to go to the police.

Those motherfuckers. 

It was useless, Choi had the whole damn station bought. But the man didn’t spare his boys from a good beating, that was Baekjin’s punishment, for not being strong enough. 

Two days ago when he stepped inside the bowling club, Choi was there with his men. The Union boys, his boys, were all kneeling on the cold linoleum floor, bloodied and bruised.

It hurt him more than anything, seeing Seongje with a slip lip and a purple bruise painted on his face.

Baekjin wanted to murder that bastard Choi and his men. But he couldn’t, not when the older man threatened to kill him if he had to come back there. 

Instead he took Seongje into his office that night, after Choi left. No one dared to question, too tired to even think about how strange it seemed that Baekjin locked himself in his office alone with Seongje.

Their relationship was still a secret, but it was getting harder and harder for each of them to hide their feelings from the world.

Seongje insisted that he was fine, but Baekjin forced him to sit on the black couch as he got the first aid kit from his desk drawer.

He sat beside him, his hands tried carefully to hide those nasty bruises that got his heart aching. Seongje cracked a couple of jokes here and there, as he always did to try to mask his pain.

Baekjin didn’t believe any of them, after he was done tending his boyfriend's wounds he pulled him into his arms. Both ended up sleeping on that black couch, between kisses and cuddles, in the comfort of each other’s arms that felt like a warm blanket.

As amazing as it seems for those two horny teenagers that couldn’t get their hands off each other, they didn’t have sex that night. They just snuggled against each other’s bodies, their limbs tangled, arms wrapped around like they were afraid the other might vanish into thin air.

However, that didn’t stop them from having the filthiest morning sex. 

If some people said that couples lose interest in each other as the time passes by, it was quite the opposite for Baekjin and Seongje.

If anything their desire over each other only grew, they couldn’t get their hands over each other. And the more they trusted and gave in into their fantasies and desires, the closer they got, not only sexually but intimately.

They shared their deepest secrets, their darkest fantasies. It was quite obvious that each boy had their own set of kinks. 

Baekjin loved nothing more than to take the lead, for him it was natural, running in his veins like blood. He enjoyed the control, the power, the view of having Seongje look at him with those hazel brown eyes that waited for a command.

In a way they completed each other.

Because if Baekjin thrived on power and dominance, the thing Seongje loved the most was to be ordered around, he loved to do everything to please his boyfriend.

It drove him absolutely insane the way Baekjin could just manhandle him, like he wasn’t a big guy on his own. Seongje also enjoyed the feeling of pain, the spark that burned through his body. 

Together they tested the limits of their bodies, they discovered how far they could go, how many secrets they could unlock.

This was their way to relieve the tension that stretched from their busy and dangerous lives.

And right now, Baekjin really needed that.

As if that whole shit with Choi wasn’t enough, Humin showed up again that day, accusing him again of messing with Eunjang kids.

Well, what the hell did he expect after his friends broke into Daesung bikes?

Humin accused him of still being obsessed with their old friendship and told Baekjin that he should just move on and leave him alone.

Now that really pissed Baekjin off, not like before, when his body ached after any fight with Humin. 

This was different, it made the rage burn in his veins, because that simply wasn’t true.

He had let go of their friendship already, but he just couldn’t allow for people to cross his gang without consequences.

To make matters even worse, Seongje wasn’t in the bowling club that day. Baekjin was the one that sent him after Humin’s new friends again.

Of course Seongje loved the adrenaline rush that came with it, he was a man of action and Baekjin knew it.

But Baekjin still felt his absence like a torture, his eyes kept glancing to the clock hanged on the wall, sometimes e felt like the time refused to pass on purpose.

Baekjin counted every second, every minute for Seongje to walk through the door. He needed the boy so much it hurt.

Throughout the day, the messages he sent to Seongje stacked on the chat.

Are you okay?

When are you coming back?

Don’t take too long.

Why are you taking so long?

The list went on and on.

It did nothing more than to fuel Seongje’s ego and of course that smart ass had to tease him about it, sending all kinds of stupid jokes and provocative remarks. Seongje even sent him a dick pic he took in the bathroom of a convenience store, with the caption:

I’m so fucking hard for you.

That bastard had Baekjin on the edge of his seat the entire day.

Baekjin kept checking his phone every five minutes. There were no new messages from Seongje and he was starting to get worried.

His ego screamed at him to put the phone down, but his need was stronger. He dialed Seongje’s number and his heart hammered in his throat. 

The moment the call was picked up, Baekjin’s voice cut through them, not even letting Seongje speak first.

“Where the hell are you?”

A slightly distorted laugh was heard, a laugh Baekjin knew like the back of his hand by now.

“You missed me that much baby?” Seongje teased.

Baekjin lost all the strength with the nickname, Seongje really knew how to disarm him like no one else did. 

The embarrassment creeped on Baekjin’s body with the realization. 

“Where are you?” He asked again firmly.

“I’m arriving at the club.” Seongje explained more seriously. “Don’t need to be that desperate.”

Was he desperate? Baekjin hated to admit that, but he really was.

“Shut up.” He said before hanging up the call.

In a swift movement, Baekjin rose from his chair, the sound of it screeching against the floor echoed through the room.

He waited for Seongje to come in, leaning against the armrest of black armchair in front of the door. Every single nerve on his body was on fire, his eyes grew hungry with the image of Seongje walking through that door.

Baekjin suddenly became aware of how fast his heart was racing inside his chest. He felt like it was going to explode. 

God, he just wanted to devour Seongje.

Make him kneel in front of him as he stared at Baekjin with those hypnotic eyes of his.

Baekjin stared at the ground imagining what would follow, the thought was already starting to make him hard.

Then suddenly the metallic door swung open, Seongje walked inside with the same lazy smug smile on his face. His dark red uniform stretched over his shoulders, the tiger printed on the black undershirt peeked under the open blazer. 

His lips curled into a mischievous smirk the second he saw Baekjin waiting for him.

“Honey I’m home!” He exclaimed mockingly. “Damn you really missed me didn’t you?”

A little glint emerged in Seongje’s eyes when he saw Baekjin pushing himself from the armchair. His lips parted, probably to throw another stupid joke.
 
But Baekjin didn’t let him. 

Without a word or even giving the boy the time to process his movements, Baekjin grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall as he crashed their lips together.

Seongje was caught by surprise, a pleasant one. His bones absorbed the impact when his body hit the concrete, but he didn’t mind.

He responded to Baekjin’s kiss with equal ferocity, his tongue invading the other boy’s mouth like he was trying to prove his strength.

But of course the Union leader wasn’t someone to allow such misbehavior.

Baekjin chuckled at the attempt, one hand rested firmly on the side of Seongje’s neck, the other gripped his waist like he was scared the boy might disappear.

The fingers around Seongje’s waist curled even tighter through the fabric of his pants, grasping the skin above the waistband.

His tongue pushed inside Seongje’s mouth, exploring every corner before Baekjin sank his teeth on Seongje’s plump lips.

Seongje hissed with sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through his body, the taste of copper melted in their tongues, blood and saliva flowing together.

“Motherfucker.” Seongje laughed, feeling Baekjin buckling his hips, the massive bugle between his legs grinding against his thigh. “You really are desperate huh?”

Baekjin gasped for air but it sounded more like a moan.

“Yes I am.” Baekjin murmured, his lips traveled along Seongje’s jaw until he reached the boy’s neck. “I need you.”

Fuck, Seongje’s knees almost gave out. This was everything he craved to hear. His hand fisted the white fabric of Baekjin’s turtleneck, pulling him impossibly closer.

Their chests pressed together as Baekjin continued to suck love bites on Seongje’s neck.

“Fuck Baekjin-ah.” Seongje wined but his head fell back to give his boyfriend more access to his neck. His dick throbbed inside the restraint of his tight uniform pants.

Baekjin ran his tongue from Seongje’s neck, all the way to his earlobe and gently sucked on the soft skin. 

“I need you, Seongje.” He whispered to his ear. “So fucking much.”

Another kiss on his neck and another moan escaped Seongje’s mouth, his grip on Baekjin’s shirt tightened. 

The heat from Baekjin’s body almost made him dizzy, his stomach coiled with the tightening knot that was slowly forming.

“Really?” Seongje asked, half daring, half searching for Baekjin’s affection.

“Yes, it’s been so hard dealing with everything.” Baekjin confessed, a rare thing for him. “I need our fun together.”

“You wanna use me to relieve yourself? Fuck…” Seongje felt his dick leak furiously at the thought. He loved the idea, the thought of being used for his boyfriend’s pleasure, like he was nothing more the a fuck doll.

But Baekjin actually strained with his words, his heart tightened with an aching pulse, the grip on Seongje’s waist flattened slightly. 

“That’s not…it.” Baekjin said softly as he pulled back to get a glimpse of his boyfriend’s face, who stared at him confused.“I don’t use you just for sex.”

Seongje smiled, not the manic smirk he used to display, but something softer, pure and vulnerable. Something that only Baekjin was allowed to see.

“I know, baby.” Seongje caressed Baekjin’s cheek with his palm, and Baekjin couldn’t help but to melt into the touch. “It 's just…. that turns me on.”

Baekjin had already kind of figured that out, but he still needed to have Seongje saying it to him. His own cock twitched inside his pants, begging to be freed and touched.

“You like that, huh?” Baekjin asked seductively as he returned to Seongje’s lips with even more intensity.  “Like when I use you for my pleasure? Like a toy?”

Baekjin’s voice vibrated between their lips, both swollen and flushed, their hot and shaky breaths mingled together, sucked by the aggressive kiss.

“Hmm hmmm.” Seongje could only moan in response, his hips moved against Baekjin’s, their cocks pressed together in a delicious friction that sent shivers down his spine. “That’s so hot.”

And when Seongje felt Baekjin’s hand slip under his black shirt he absolutely lost it. He wasted no time in pushing his dark red blazer off his shoulders,  it was clumsy as he didn’t want to break the kiss.

Baekjin trailed his hands, slowly up Seongje’s abs, feeling every inch, every muscle, every curve, like it was the first time. He felt Seongje’s racing heart under his palm, his skin was incredibly hot, almost as if he was on fire and that was exactly how Seongje felt.

Baekjin could only imagine the feeling of their bare chests pressed against each other, the soft skin that he loved so much. The mere thought had Baekjin grinding even faster against Seongje’s cock, feeling the precum leaking to the fabric of his boxers.

His hand reached Seongje’s nipple at last, the index finger applied the lightest pressure over the sensitive bud, drawing maddening circles that had Seongje roll his eyes back.

“Ahh fuck.” He moaned as strings of saliva stretched between their lips.

Baekjin smirked at that, licking them away, feeling the mark of his teeth in Seongje’s lips under his tongue.

At the same time, Baekjin took his nipple between his index and his thumb before pinching it slightly. It caused Seongje to yelp, his body jumped faintly with the sudden sting but the pleasure was instant.

“Always so sensitive.” Baekjin chuckled, pulling back to look at him.

He had no words to describe Seongje other than beautiful. So ruined, unraveling under his touch, and they had barely even started.

Seongje stared back at him, breath coming in shallow gasps, his pleading eyes almost made him look like a puppy staring at its owner waiting for a command.

Baekjin bit his lip at the sight, his hand gently reached for Seongje’s glasses, careful not to touch the lenses, and folded them before placing them on his desk.

Returning to his boyfriend, Baekjin raised his chin, feeling the power of control flooding his veins.

“On your knees.” He demanded and Seongje practically folded himself to the floor.

His knees scraped the floor right in front of Baekjin's feet, but the pain was mere distraction. Especially when his face was almost brushing the bulge between Baekjin’s legs.

He glanced up, his dazed eyes meeting Baekjin’s, as the late one patted softly his head.

“Good boy.” Baekjin smiled in a mix of lust and mischief. He knew the effects that the praise had in Seongje.

The moan was instantly, escaping Seongje’s throat as he pressed his face against Baekjin’s clothed dick and giving it faint kisses.

“Take it off.” Seongje asked as his hand tried to pull the jeans down. “I want it.”

Baekjin chuckled at his attempt, he caressed his head again before reaching for the zipper. The cool air prickled his skin as he pushed his pants down, boxers along with it.

His dick, finally free, stood hard and flustered in front of Seongje’s face, a thin coat of precum surrounded the tip, and Seongje wanted nothing more than to take it in his mouth, to feel the warm throb and the salty taste.

And so he did, taking Baekjin’s entire length in his mouth, as deep as he could, only stopping when the tip reached the back of his throat.
 
Baekjin threw his head back, a small moan escaping his mouth, the feeling of Seongje’s throat convulsing around his sensitive length felt like heaven.

However, Seongje didn’t pull away, he let himself gag on the thick cock, his eyes smeared a shade of red, with tears threatening to fall.

Seongje pulled back, gasping for air, his hands holding Baekjin’s thighs for support. Their eyes met, defiance, lust and love all burning together. He wasted no time on spitting all over Baekjin’s length, using the slick saliva to give it a few strokes, never breaking eye contact.

Baekjin bit his lip, his fingers curled between Seongje’s hair, not pulling it but holding firmly.

“Suck.” He ordered Seongje.

But of course Seongje was still Seongje, and as much as he loved to be bossed around and manhandled like he was nothing more than a toy, he could be the most annoying fucking brat.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips, one that Baekjin already knew he had to tame. 

“Ask me nicely.” Seongje said teasingly.

“Seongje.” Baekjin warned in a dangerous tone. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the glint of defiance in Seongje’s eyes. This was their game, the push and pull that had them both crazy over each other.

His grip on Seongje’s hair tightened, pulling the scalp to force the boy to face him, as  the other hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Shut up and suck it.” Baekjin slammed into Seongje’s mouth, hard and unforgiving.

Seongje choked as the tip immediately hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t pull back, not that he could’ve with Baekjin grip on his head.

“See how easy things are when you don’t act like a brat.” Baekjin grunted as he thrusted inside Seongje’s mouth.

The other boy could only hum around the thick length, drool ran down his chin, wet and obscene sounds filled the office along with groans that fell from Baekjin’s mouth.

Every thrust was deeper than the one before, full of desperation and need. And Seongje took every single one of them, as him too was lost in lust, his dick throbbed painfully untouched inside his pants. Every time he felt waves of precum leaking into his mouth, the orgasm threatened to rip Seongje apart.

“That’s it.” Baekjin grunted. “Take everything like a good boy.”

The nickname almost had Seongje coming inside his pants, a moan vibrated against Baekjin’s cock. Him too already on his very edge, the knot on his crotch dangerously tight, begging for release.

“Hmmm…Your mouth is so warm… fuck.” 

Suddenly, Baekjin yanked Seongje by the hair, pushing his nose to the base of his cock as he still grinded into his mouth. 

Seongje gagged slightly, his throat convulsing at the intrusion and begging for rest, but he loved the feeling way too much.

Baekjin didn’t care either, they had a system, every time each of them needed some rest, they should tap twice on the other’s tight. But Seongje didn’t, in fact any of them ever needed to do it.

“Look at me.” Baekjin demanded and of course Seongje obliged like the good boy he was, glancing up to meet his dazed, red teary eyes with Baekjin’s.

Baekjin couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat. Seongje looked so beautiful like this, used, ruined and claimed by his ultimate owner.

The pressure that coiled in his body was unbearable, the knot that tightened in his crotch finally exploded with a burning orgasm that ripped through Baekjin’s body.

Hot and thick spurts of cum shot inside Seongje’s mouth. The salty taste melted in his tongue as he felt Baekjin’s cock pulsating the rest of his release.

Even if Baekjin’s grip on his hair had flattened completely, Seongje didn’t move, milking every drop down his throat.

He began to swallow, still feeling the flow of liquid pooling in his mouth, then suddenly he felt himself being pulled up by the arms.

Baekjin was the one searching for the contact of his lips. Still dazed by the high of his release, he pulled Seongje into a kiss that tangled their tongues desperately together, the salty taste blending between them.

His hands wrapped around Seongje’s waist, harshly and possessive, as if he wanted to mark the boy with his hands but also holding like he was a lifeline.

Baekjin pulled back, panting for air and searching Seongje’s face for any sign of discomfort but he was greeted with the boy’s teasing smile.

Baekjin mached his smile. “I’m not done with you.”

Seongje laughed. “You better not.” He retorted, taking Baekjin’s hand and placing it on top of his hard cock.

Of course Baekjin wasted no time in giving him a firm squeeze that had Seongje yelp. 

“Bend over on the desk.” Baekjin commanded.

Seongje did it happily, in one swift move he pushed his black shirt over his head. Stopping by the edge of the desk, Seongje reached for the zipper of his pants, when suddenly he felt Baekjin’s hand on his bare back, pushing him down.

The contact with the cold metallic surface had Seongje hiss, but Baekjin didn’t gave the slightest fuck about that. He pinned Seongje against the desk, only allowing him to turn his face back a little enough to see him.

“You look so good like this.” Baekjin smirked, grinding his, now hardening cock, against the curve of Seongje’s ass. “All on display for me to use.”

“Fuck yes!”A moan ripped through Seongje’s throat, his hips jerked back to meet Baekjin’s movements, feeling the muscle hardening again by the second.

Baekjin wrapped his hands around Seongje’s waist, feeling the prominent hipbone before reaching for the zipper of his pants.

In less than five seconds, the dark red fabric was already hitting the ground. Baekjin’s fingers traced the waistband of Seongje’s boxers, just teasing enough to feel Seongje squirm under his body.

His hand slipped under the fabric, feeling the heat throbbing from Seongje’s cock, and earning a whimper from the boy.
Baekjin traced his thumb over the leaking tip, feeling the pool of precum that had already sticked to the fabric.

“I barely touched you, and you’re already like this?” Baekjin teased, his voice brushing the back of Seongje ear.

“Fuck Baekjin-ah.” Seongje’s voice sounded like a plea, even if he didn’t quite know what he was pleading for. “Please!”

A cruel smile creeped in Baekjin’s lips, he kissed the back of Seongje’s neck, feeling his dick twitch furiously in his hand.

“Please what?” He asked.

Seongje felt his face burn, this was the total surrender of his body and soul. And Baekjin was the only one allowed to witness it.

“Just… touch me. Please!”

Seongje didn’t had to say it twice. In one single movement, Baekjin yanked harshly the boxers down.

The crisp air kissed Seongje’s skin, his hard cock sprung free at last, flushed a shade of red, the glistening tip brushing his abs.

For a moment, Baekjin stood still, his eyes lingering, mesmerized, at the sight of Seongje ass. So plump and perfect, Baekjin rested his palm on the skin, making Seongje shiver when he squeezed it.

Baekjin wasted no time in kneeling down behind him. His lips roamed the interior of Seongje’s thigh. He noticed an odd faded bruise along the pale skin. Baekjin recognized it immediately, smiling to himself remembering that he was the one who painted it.

His teeth sank over the faded purple line, sucking and nibbling on the skin.

Seongje jerked his hips at the sudden sting, his cock twitching in excitement. “Motherfucker.”

Baekjin smiled against the skin, he gave on last, apologetic, kiss before moving to his true goal.

With his hands, Baekjin spreed his cheeks apart to find the pinkish, puffy hole that was waiting for him. His tongue ran slick around the muscle, and Seongje let out a chocked wine.

Baekjin smiled, satisfied with the reaction he pulled from his boyfriend. His tongue continued working on Seongje’s hole, applying just the right amount of pressure enough to make the boy cry.

“Fuck… that’s…so good.” Seongje said as he rolled his eyes.

Baekjin continued, licking thoroughly, kissing and sucking until Seongje was slick with saliva. Then came his fingers, his index massaging the muscles, feeling it relax before pushing it in.

The warm inside Seongje clenched on Baekjin’s fingers, adjusting to the intrusion.

“Hmmm that’s it. Shit.” Seongje breathed, trying to wiggle his hips for more friction but Baekjin just held him down against the desk. His grip relentlessly pinned Seongje, and both guessed the bruises that would come from there.

Baekjin quickly added another finger, his tongue still circling around the entrance with practice ease.

Seongje slammed his hand on the desk, the sweat gathered on his forehead, his whole body heating up with pleasure.

“More! Baekjin-ah!” He demanded. “I need more.”

“So desperate.” Baekjin teased but he added a third finger, hitting his prostrate with every thrust.

“Yes fuck!” Seongje moaned rolling his eyes back, his breath coming in heavy pants. “Just… ahhh…fuck me.”

With a last kiss to his cheek, Baekjin removed his fingers, quickly got the lube from his desk drawer and pored the cool liquid on his hard dick.

Baekjin lined himself behind Seongje, on hand rested on the boy’s lower back as the other brought his cock to the puffy hole.

The tip brushed against the entrance, Seongje felt the same delicious pressure trying to push inside him.

He welcomed it, the usual stretch was a mere distraction by now, the feeling of being full with his boyfriend’s cock was like an explosion of pleasure.

Baekjin pushed in all the way, slowly so he wouldn’t hurt Seongje.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he buried himself inside his boyfriend, caressing his lower back.

Seongje took a deep breath, his body adjusting to the intrusion. “Yeah.”

Baekjin leaned in, pressing gentle kiss between Seongje’s shoulder blades before he start moving.

It was slow at first, like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to melt with Seongje. Baekjin’s hands were fixed on the curve of the other’s hips, for support but also to feel closer to Seongje.

But the way Seongje clenched around Baekjin’s cock felt surreal. They had sex tons of times, but every time Baekjin was amazed by the sensation, he chased it. The heat, the tightness, the feeling of Seongje’s skin, all of it was enough to make the knot in his stomach tingle.

And of course Baekjin couldn’t control himself. Soon, he was setting a punishing pace, slamming inside Seongje like he wanted the boy to feel every single inch of his dick, every single vein.

Seongje couldn’t even form a thought, his lips parted as the moans dropped unrestrained. His words mingled together in senseless noises, his muscles, otherwise strong, were reduced to a numb mess. He just stood there, letting Baekjin do whatever he wanted with him.

“Ohh… god…that’s it.” Seongje reached for his flushed cock, to give it the much needed attention. “You feel so good.”

But before he could even grasp the skin, Baekjin grabbed both Seongje’s wrists and restrained behind his back without mercy.

“No. You’re gonna come only from my dick.” Baekjin groaned, thrusting even deeper.

Seongje let out a loud cry, faintly trying to resist Baekjin’s hold just for the thrill. But he had no strength, his muscles felt like jelly. Seongje just layed there on the desk, completely hand over to Baekjin’s mercy.

Sparks of pleasure burning in his body every time Baekjin hit his prostrate, Seongje jerked his hips to meet the force of the other’s thrusts. He could feel the knot getting tighter, his orgasm slowly building up, after a whole day of waiting.

“Ahh Baekjin-ah.” His breath was ragged with lust. “Shit… I’m gonna….”

Suddenly he felt Baekjin’s cock pulling out, he clenched around nothing, the frustration of having his much needed orgasm broken.

“What the fuck?” Seongje looked back.

Baekjin stared at him, browns raising and lips twitching at the corners. “Did I let you come?”

Seongje rolled his eyes, his wrists still under Baekjin’s tight grip.

“Fuck, I hate you.” Seongje breathed.

Baekjin tilted his head with a scoff. “You what?”

For a moment Seongje’s body stiffened, looking at his boyfriend’s face he couldn’t tell if Baekjin was actually hurt.

But he was just joking, just teasing, that’s how they always played.

Seongje was about to open his mouth, probably to apologize, when Baekjin swung his hand in the air and smacked it right in the boy’s ass.

The pain was instant, the sting flowed through Seongje’s skin like it was on fire, but he could only let out a raged cry.

He turned his head back to face Baekjin, matching the glint of thrill in the other’s eyes.

“I hate you.” Seongje repeated with a growing smirk.

Another slap, in the exact same spot. Baekjin watched mesmerized as his hand left a reddish print on Seongje’s cheek.

Seongje rolled his eyes as another moan left his mouth, his dick twitched, flushed and neglected, precum leaking furiously, so much that Seongje thought he might come on the spot.

And Baekjin noticed of course. “You like it don’t you?”

“Yes fuck.” Seongje moaned, jerking his hips to create some friction with the tip of Baekjin’s cock, that now rested at his entrance.

Baekjin tightened the grip around Seongje’s wrists, both knowing that it would left marks.

“Of course a slut like you would like it. But you’re forgetting something Seongje.” Baekjin said as he pushed in again. “This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about mine.”

The stretch was brutal, sending waves of pleasure through Seongje’s muscles, his chest pressed against the metallic desk.

“Hmm…fuck yes. Use me.” Seongje almost begged. “I’m yours Baekjin-ah.”

Baekjin felt the heat rising with the words, he needed Seongje, he needed to mark him, to make him his, for every one to know.

The thought of every one knowing about them suddenly felt like a fever, his became pace unforgiving, thrusting right into the boy’s prostrate.

“Yeah, you are. Only mine.” Baekjin panted between his teeth. “Beg a little, maybe I’ll let you come.”

Seongje would do whatever Baekjin wanted, he wanted to come so bad, he needed it. The truth was, he had been edging himself throughout the day, jerking off until he felt the orgasm coming.

And with all this stimulation, his cock almost ached for a much needed release.

“Fuck! Please! Baekjin-ah…” his whines came stumbling over each other, Seongje’s breathing was fast and heavy, just like the way Baekjin was fucking him.

“I… I need…”Seongje couldn’t even form words, his mind was dazed with lust, like a fever that had him almost seeing stars. And when Seongje felt the pressure on his prostrate, he knew he couldn’t hold it in.

“I need to come. Fuck…ahhh! Baekjin-ah, I’ll do whatever you want! Please, please, just let me come.”

Baekjin smiled wickedly watching his boyfriend unravel under him.

“Such a good boy.” He praised.

That was it. Seongje came with a loud cry, his flushed, untouched cock shooting thick ropes of cum to the floor, and he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t even touch himself with his writs still caught by Baekjin. It just kept coming, the white liquid pooling on the ground as Seongje rolled his eyes back, finally getting some relief.

But it wasn’t enough, he was still hard, achingly so.

Baekjin just fucked him through his orgasm, him too getting lost in the way Seongje’s walls clenched around his cock.

He was about to let go as well, when he felt Seongje panting for air more than usual.

“Are you okay?” Baekjin asked, the grip on Seongje’s wrists finally flattening.

Seongje took a minute to breathe. “Yeah, it’s just… I’m still hard.”

Baekjin’s hand reached for his hair, pulling the brown locks as he pleased, since Seongje’s body felt completely numb. Baekjin pulled Seongje to him, feeling the heat that irradiated from the boys back, hovering over his chest.

Seongje parted his lips as a silent gasp flew out. Baekjin reached for his dick, feeling the hot skin throb under his palm. Seongje almost jumped with Baekjin gave it a faint stroke, the overstimulation making his body ache, but fuck Seongje needed more.

Baekjin’s hand descended further, reaching his boyfriend’s balls that hung heavily.

“Fuck, you’re still so full.” Baekjin said, holding Seongje’s balls in hand, weighing and massaging them.

Seongje moaned, in his position, the others cock pressed fully on that sweet spot inside him.

“I’ve been edging the whole day.” Seongje barely managed to say. “Thinking about you.”

Baekjin rolled his eyes, the knot coiled unbearably in his croch, he leaned forward just enough for his lips to reach the back of Seongje’s neck.

“Hmmm… fuck…My good boy.” Baekjin whispered in his ear.

A guttural moan tore from Seongje’s throat, his hand wrapped around his own dick, pumping it desperately as Baekjin continued to massage his balls.

“I love you, Baekjin-ah. I lo…” Seongje couldn’t finish, another wave of cum shot all over the desk and the floor.

Feeling the way Seongje milked him thoroughly, Baekjin couldn’t hold it anymore, he bit Seongje’s shoulder to suppress the moan but it was useless.

He came with Seongje’s name on his lips, whispering the sweetest words to the boy’s ear. How he loved him, how he needed him, how he wanted them to be together forever, how he wanted everyone to know that Seongje was his.

They were both so high in love and lust that they didn’t even realize the impossibility of the words.

They didn’t care for the moment, right now they needed to believe that it was possible.

Baekjin slowly brought his movements to a stop, until every drop of his seed was inside Seongje’s warmth.

For a moment they just stood there, breaths coming in shallow gasps, sweat dripping at the corner of their foreheads.

“Seongje.” Baekjin called softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Seongje glanced back, the look on his boyfriend’s face, the way Baekjin’s seems to tender, it made his heart stutter.

Leaning forward, Baekjin pressed a soft peck on Seongje’s lips. Not rushed, not hungry, just a slow, tender kiss.

They cleaned themselves together, cleaning the room along with it. The air still smelled like sweat and sex, even after Baekjin turn on the air purifier that he got.

He also turned the heater on, making their little nest a bit more comfortable.

Seongje sat on the edge of Baekjin’s metallic desk. The same spot he had just been relentlessly fucked.

Only his boxers, Seongje watched as Baekjin, also on his underwear, collected both their clothes that had been thrown carelessly to the ground, and folded them perfectly.

“You’d give a sexy housewife.” Seongje laughed.

Baekjin gave him the biggest side eye. “Shut up.”

Seongje laughed, his eyes scanning the room. “You could’ve put some snacks for us here.”

“How come I’m the only one who gets things in this relationship?” Baekjin complained but there was a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice.

Seongje scoffed dramatically. “That’s not true, I paid for dinner last week.”

As he placed the folded clothes on the couch, Baekjin turned to his boyfriend with a faint smile on the corner of his lips. A gentle one, full of everything that swelled in his heart.

Gently, Baekjin grabbed Seongje’s glasses, still on the same place he had put it before they started.

He then walked up to Seongje, settling between his legs as he carefully placed the glasses perfectly on Seongje’s face.

The act, so simple, yet so intimate, had Seongje melt from the way Baekjin stared at him.

Baekjin stayed there, once Seongje’s glasses were on, his hand dropped to the boy’s thighs, just resting there.

“What?” Baekjin asked with a raised brow when he noticed the way Seongje was staring at him.

A faint chuckle escaped Seongje’s lips.

“You look pretty.”

Baekjin’s heart stuttered at the words, it was a compliment he hardly ever gotten in such sincere and tender way. He couldn’t hold the cough that bubbled in his his throat.

“You too.” Baekjin said shyly.

Seongje wrapped his arms around Baekjin’s waist, resting his head on his chest, Seongje could even hear the steady rhythm of Baekjin’s heartbeat.

Baekjin kissed his head, one hand tracing small circles on his bare back and the other feeling the mark of his own teeth still embroidered in Seongje’s skin.

But then he noticed something else, a deep scratch on Seongje’s tricep. Baekjin frowned immediately, his hand twisting Seongje’s arm to take a better look at it.

“What is this?”

Seongje looked completely unfazed about it. “Huh? Oh that, it’s from the fight.”

Baekjin stared into his eyes. “What fight?”

“Huh, the one you sent me to.” Seongje tilted his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re telling me you let that loser Hyuntak do that to you?” Baekjin asked deadpan.

“You think?” Seongje bit his lips with a smirk. “It was that knew friend of Humin’s, tried to fucking stab me with a pen.”

Baekjin remembered the small boy. “Yeon Sieun?”

“Yeah that fucking lunatic.” Seongje snorted. “But I showed him.”

“Of course you did.” Baekjin smiled as he pressed his forehead against Seongje’s, taking his lips softly.

They had been so lost in their world, Baekjin completely forgot he hadn’t locked the door since Seongje first came in.

It was a miracle no one walked in on them fucking like two wild animals.

Well their peace was about to end.

Baekjin still had his mouth on Seongje’s when the door swung open, followed by a wave of caos.

“Ya, Na Baekjin!” Humin’s voice echoed through the air. “How could y…”

Baekjin practically jumped, his face burned red as he turned around to Humin standing there.

“Ya Baku, you can’t….” Dongha’s voice was heat shortly after. “Why does it smell like sex in here?”

He stopped by the doorway just behind Humin, completely confused.

“Holy shit…” Seong-mok peeked his head between them.

Baekjin wanted to die, he actually wanted to. He might as well die from embarrassment.

He stood there frozen, his leg still brushing Seongje’s, who was just annoyed that they ruined their moment, and possibly their whole relationship.

His heart ached at the possibility, he wanted to grabbed Baekjin’s hand, not to prove any but to have something to hold onto.

“Are you two together?” Humin asked confused.

Yup, they were done. Seongje knew Baekjin was never going to go public with their relationship. He was never going to admit it, that would make himself seem too vulnerable, too weak.

Seongje’s eyes darted down, waiting for the inevitable denial.

“I…” Baekjin started, his heart felt like it was going to explode.

Then suddenly Seongje felt a hand on his thigh.

“Yeah we are.” Baekjin said like it was thing he was most certain about. “So what?”

Seongje raised his head, his eyes widening with hope and something tender. He stared at Baekjin, then at the three speechless faces.

“W… what?” Humin asked, his jaw dropping to the floor.

“For real?” Dongha questioned as well with a faint grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Seong-mok simply smiled proudly to them.

Baekjin squeezed Seongje’s tight.

“Seongje is my boyfriend. If any of you have a problem you can just fuck off.”