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Seongjae's breath catches. A hand slaps over his mouth.
"Quiet." As he speaks, Ahwi's breath ghosts over Seongjae's neck.
The scent of gun oil and sweat hugs Seongjae, warmth searing through his back. Silhouettes, strewn over the surrounding beds, blur at the edges in the dark room.
The calloused palm on his mouth loosens and the bed shifts.
Lying on his right side, he focuses on Ahwi's movements behind him, the sound sharp among the soft snores.
A small pop, followed by the glug of liquid sinking back to the bottom of the bottle.
"Mhm." Ahwi's chest vibrates against his back. Edges of his sharp, sheared hair poke into Seongjae's temple. "Knew you'd listen when I told you to bring this."
What Seongjae spends most of his day swirling in pans drips down the cleft of his ass. Ahwi's finger hooks into his waistband, pulling, then letting the elastic snap back.
The greasy scent permeates the air.
In the corner of his vision, a window with a golden frame flickers: "VEGETABLE OIL, EXPIRES IN 6 MONTHS."
"Down." Another snap that makes him jerk.
He shimmies out of his pants, knees drawing up to make space. When his underwear is low enough to bare the curve of his ass, fingers slide between his cheeks from behind and rub the oil, up and down.
"C'mere."
Seongjae shuffles back. A breath punches out of his lungs when a hardness nudges his thigh, covered by loose pants.
"See what you do to me?" Ahwi whispers, arm bending at the elbow to wrap under and around Seongjae's neck.
Seongjae's grown to expect it. A hand on his thigh under the shared tables. A light kick to his boot during morning calisthenics.
An arm snaking around his neck as Ahwi drills him into the mattress.
The muscles close around his airway. He lifts his chin to make space for breaths.
"Hm?"
Ahwi tugs him again into his hard chest.
His middle finger traces the ridges of the puckered skin before applying pressure. It slides in too easily, meeting heated slickness.
He stills.
Seongjae hides his lower face into Ahwi's forearm, the muscles flex against his jaw.
"What's this?" Ahwi's voice cracks despite his hushed tone. "Did you open yourself up?"
After a moment, Seongjae nods into Ahwi's arm.
"Fuck."
Seongjae curls on himself, but Ahwi holds him up.
His eyes snap to the sleeping bodies surrounding them.
"S- Sergeant." He gasps when Ahwi slips a second finger in. His skin gapes as the fingers open inside him.
Ahwi's knee kicks at the back of Seongjae's, then slithers between his thighs.
"Of course you did." He mouths against Seongjae's skin. "Not sure if it was for me though."
Seongjae blinks. His neck twists as he tries to sneak a look over his shoulder.
"What?" With a confused pout.
The hand around his neck traces his collarbone.
"I don't know," Ahwi hums. "You spend too much time around that fucker Donghyun."
A second passes. Seongjae's stomach flips so hard it hurts.
"Makes me wanna punch his teeth in."
He clenches around Ahwi.
"You'd like that?" Ahwi huffs against Seongjae's ear.
Oil oozes out of Seongjae's hole, a third finger propelling into the tightness.
He stops breathing when the image bleeds into his lids. Ahwi's fists, split at his knuckles, the same ones inside him right now. All because Donghyun stared at him for too long, or tried to stand up for him when Ahwi wasn't there.
"Mnhh." Seongjae's voice is thin, as close to quiet as it can get.
His thighs slip against each other as the liquid drips, staining the sheets under them.
Ahwi twists his wrist, palm bending back uncomfortably as he reaches deeper.
"Private Kang Seongjae." The corner of his mouth lifts with a chuckle.
Ahwi's fingers curl. The squelch sounds too loud.
"Are you testing me?"
Seongjae shakes his head in tiny movements, pushing his hips back.
"You know I'm a man of my word, right?"
His head twitches before it freezes.
"Words." A finger taps on Seongjae's cheek.
"Yes, S- Sergeant."
Not only does he know it, he has seen it. The way Ahwi has to strenuously hold himself back when someone so as much looks in his direction.
The way he gets extra rough with him against the muggy tiles of the shared bathrooms when Seongjae ignores him, then rinses him with erratic apologies.
And the worst part of it all is that Seongjae likes it.
Ahwi is stuck to the back of his neck like an itch he can't quite scratch.
The pillow under his right cheek is cold compared to Ahwi's hot breath which fans over his left.
His shoulders are shadowed by Ahwi's wider ones, looming over him from behind.
A tongue darts out, leaving a wet trail when it catches the tear that has escaped Seongjae's eye.
When Ahwi attempts to pull out his hand, the one between them, a reluctant grip stops him.
Seongjae tilts his chin down, teeth grazing across Ahwi's forearm.
Ahwi leans back a fraction. He squints to make out the shape of Seongjae's smaller hand around his wrist. Seongjae tugs Ahwi's hand closer, ushering his fingers back inside.
Ahwi drags them out regardless, flicking Seongjae's hold off. He engulfs Seongjae's hand and guides it to the swell of his ass.
"Hold yourself open." Ahwi wraps his hand over Seongjae's where he wants him.
Seongjae shivers as he parts himself. Hole now on display to Ahwi, opening and closing around cold air.
Ahwi's thumb tugs on Seongjae's mouth. Salt and roughness drag between Seongjae's lips, and settle over his teeth.
"Bite if you feel like you might scream."
Seongjae's thoughts overlap then skid apart.
"WARNING: THIS WILL CONSUME STAMINA."
He nods anyway.
A heart flickers away from the small box. A wave of vertigo rolls through Seongjae's skull.
Only one heart remains, but it holds. The warning swipes into nothingness.
Ahwi jams four digits back inside. Sharpness shoots up his thumb and his jaw drops.
Seongjae's asshole swallows him up, pliable, molding around him.
"Private…" A wet breath. "You're so— fuck. Just perfect."
Seongjae's foot lifts and his toe hooks under the cuff of Ahwi's sweats, rustling the fabric as he drags his foot up Ahwi's calf.
"He doesn't—" Seongjae's softer voice chips and smothers around Ahwi's thumb. "He's not—"
Ahwi's cheeks lift with a smile, grazing Seongjae's.
"Shy thing," he teases. "Of course he doesn't."
His fingers trail along the hot walls of Seongjae's insides, then curl and press. A squeak jolts out of Seongjae's mouth.
A comforter shifts on the other side of the room, then drifts to stasis.
The rigidity of their bodies melts away with a parched exhale.
"Quiet, private." Ahwi tsks. "You want to get in trouble?"
Seongjae shakes his head which is drooping a little.
"You do though." Ahwi's thumb moves from Seongjae's mouth to his chin, leaving a glint of saliva. "If you didn't…" He trails off, gathering the four fingers inside Seongjae into somewhat of a conical shape.
"You wouldn't let me do this to you right now." He presses the words into Seongjae's cheek and his hand deeper. His thumb teases at his rim.
"Everyone thinks you're nuts, you know?"
They do. He doesn't blame them. He himself is not fully attuned to what's going on. Tapping away at floating panels, doing quests, passing out when his stamina depletes. He knows it looks crazy to anyone who might notice.
He also knows that he has to keep going. He has to earn his place here.
That is all he has cared about until he met Shin Ahwi.
Or rather tripped into him.
Ahwi lets out an incredulous sound. "The guy who had everyone losing it over braised pollack."
Seongjae's hand that was numb under his side moves up to cover Ahwi's over his jaw, wrapping his fingers fully around it. Ahwi follows, tightening his clasp.
"Think you can handle another one, Seongjae?"
Seongjae's throat bobs against Ahwi's arm.
"I can." He steels the words, holding them together.
He has to be good. He needs to be good.
"You are nuts." Ahwi's abs flex against Seongjae's back, he shifts up an inch. "A fucking nutcase."
Seongjae wills his breath into a rhythm. In. A pause. Out. Repeat.
"Just do it." The rhythm is broken by the raggedness of his lungs. "Please."
"Do what?"
"F-Fuck…"
"Ask properly, private."
"Just—" A whine spills out of Seongjae's bitten lips as his hips writhe into the sheets. "Just put your whole hand in."
Then, silence.
Something creaks, directionless. His logic places it on the other side of the room, between the springs of a mattress.
Ahwi moans.
Seongjae hooded lids shoot up, he twists and slaps a hand over Ahwi's mouth.
"Sergeant." He whisper shouts, the arm that was around his neck now limp.
Ahwi's face is impassive. The most Seongjae is able to pick up is the light feather in his jaw.
Seongjae watches for a second longer then lets his hand drift back to the mattress.
Ahwi blinks, eyes returning to the dew on Seongjae's neck.
"Turn back." He handles Seongjae's waist. His palm, shaking, covers Seongjae's lower face.
Seongjae holds his breath, searching for an anchor. His eyes move to the popcorn ceiling but it just gets closer.
Ahwi pushes his thumb in.
Both of them tense.
After a beat, Ahwi ventures deeper, meeting the heat of whatever Seongjae has used to finger himself earlier. The skin unfolds and smooths out as it accommodates to the intrusion.
Ahwi stills every few moments, Seongjae exhales.
"Almost there." Ahwi pants, lower lip grazing Seongjae's ear.
"Mnm."
Seongjae's nails dig into his palm. Ahwi's thumb soothes over the side of his face.
His hand parts himself open again, deepening the stretch.
Ahwi's eyes fall back to where Seongjae spreads over the bony base of his thumb, puffy and reddened.
Seongjae's eyes squeeze shut. Metal coats the inside of his mouth. His teeth let go of his lip.
Ahwi's head drops to his shoulder blade.
Seongjae shifts but Ahwi's hand remains frozen, pressing inside him at a different angle. Seongjae's torso buckles with a hiss.
Ahwi's fingers unfurl. He lifts his head and directs his attention back to where it's burning up around him. Seongjae's knuckles whiten as he spreads himself.
"Shit." Ahwi's voice dips.
In measured increments, Ahwi pushes in the last few inches till Seongjae is snug around his wrist like second skin.
His arm moves from Seongjae's neck.
He then threads their fingers and drags their hands lower, slipping them under Seongjae's shirt and over his soft tummy.
"Feel that?" He buries his nose in Seongjae's hair. He takes in the smell of the shampoo, the one that everyone uses. But it's sweeter on Seongjae's scalp.
He rubs along Seongjae's walls, his tummy bulges under their sprawled fingers.
"No one else gets to be this deep inside you."
Seongjae squeezes around Ahwi's wrist and fingers, a plea is cut off by the roll of his lips into his mouth.
"No one but me." Ahwi adds before pulling his hand out to the knuckles of his fist and pushes back in.
"Right?" Ahwi bites, his hand landing a bitter jolt.
The words overlap in Seongjae's ear. His thighs tense hard enough to ache. Pleasure melts down his spine, seeping between his toes.
"When they wanted to transfer me." Seonjae's breath chases the words. "I couldn't— You know it's only you."
Ahwi's hips stutter, his dick leaving a wet spot through his pants with each rub against the fabric.
Air sneaks between his hand and Seongjae's wet hole. The sound makes him stop, then continue.
"Oh my g—uhh." Seongjae's jaw slackens when Ahwi grows erratic, rough. Hitting his prostate with each thrust.
"Slower." Seongjae's body rocks. "Someone—hmn…Sergeant!"
Ahwi doesn't slow down.
"You come, I stop." He presses down on Seongjae's lower stomach, ghosting over the trimmed hair of his pubes. "Come on, baby."
The pressure from his inside and outside makes Seongjae's eyes roll back into his head.
"Can you do that for me?" Ahwi ruts against Seongjae's hip. "Can you stay quiet and come on my fist, private?"
Seongjae nods too quickly. "Yes."
Ahwi's hand doesn't move to Seongjae's mouth but instead brushes against his dick.
Seongjae's legs kick down the sheets, unravelling them from the top of the bed.
His tongue lodges between his molars when a hand squeezes around the base of his leaking dick.
A sloppy stroke snaps his back off the mattress.
Shivers burst through his body.
Thick fabric falls over his head, blocking out what was remaining of his sight.
When his hearing clears out and he regains awareness of his breath, a third sound joins.
Footsteps.
Ahwi is hunched over him. They exchange small puffs of air, the cover traps them.
Seongjae's heart pounds against his spine, against Ahwi's ribs, too. The scuff of socks on wood moves from Ahwi's side to Seongjae's.
The stickiness pools under their weight. Ahwi's hand twitches inside Seongjae.
From under the hem of the blanket, Seongjae makes out the shape of an arm stretching before the body is thrown onto the mattress with a yawn.
A moment ebbs, silence flows.
Seongjae turns, still dazed and bumps into Ahwi's head. His hand snaps to Ahwi's temple.
"Sorry." His eyes flick over Ahwi's face but Ahwi's eyes are set somewhere else.
His teeth clench, the bone in his temple pulses. His tongue wets his lower lip as he stares at Seongjae's.
Neither of them moves.
Seongjae closes the distance.
His lips crash into Ahwi's. Ahwi pulls out his slicked hand earning a wince into his mouth. He swallows it down, his hand wiping clumsily at the bunched sheets.
Arms wrap around Seongjae's waist and yank him in. His sensitive cock brushes against wetness, but not his own. Sodden fabric.
Ahwi's pants are clinging to his groin.
"Oh my—" Seongjae manages to say before Ahwi pulls him back in. "Did you—Ser—" Hot lips engulf his.
Ahwi's tongue catches the tears collected at Seongjae's lower lip. The taste of cigarettes and beer swirls with his tongue.
"Yes." Ahwi kisses away at Seongjae's tear-splotched cheeks. "You felt so good."
Seongjae holds onto Ahwi's wrist. Ahwi's grip tightens around his neck.
Light catches onto his closed lids and his stomach drops.
"I have to go." He pecks Seongjae's lips.
Seongjae sniffles, dread pools in his guts.
"I know." He pulls back.
The first inklings of morning climb the sharp edges of Ahwi's face.
His lips stretch into a smile. The corners of Seongjae's mouth twitch.
"Don't sleep in or the showers will be too crowded." Ahwi winks, then grimaces as he stands up, pulling on his sopping pants.
He dashes to the door, then disappears behind it.
Seongjae is left with oil-suffused sheets and an insurmountable emptiness. A panel flicks open.
"NEW QUEST."
He sighs and throws his head into the pillows.