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Nicholas felt his heart threatening to burst out, leave him behind, and run down the street. Maybe he should listen to the alarms and turn around, but he knew that if he didn't cut the problem off at the root, the tree would keep putting down roots. Despite the sour feeling in the pit of his stomach, he walked with leaden feet toward the entrance, not taking his eyes off the red neon sign that said ByunCasino.
He tried to control his expression as much as his breathing. He slid his gaze over machines and table games, and heard shouts and laughter, a complete opposite to how he felt. He found a security guard, much taller and more imposing than him. Once he glimpsed Nicholas walking straight toward him, he remained alert to his movements.
“I need to speak to your boss.” Nicholas struggled to keep his voice from coming out as a thin thread. The guard raised an eyebrow.
“Who’s asking for him?”
“I’m here to settle a debt.” That was his only response. He sounded too serious for it to be a trick.
The guard looked at him for a few seconds, sweeping his gaze over his clothing in an unfriendly way. Although it wasn't the most elegant, it was clear he wasn't someone who belonged in this place. He asked Nicholas to stay put, and Nicholas had to distract himself by watching people play baccarat at a table to keep from vomiting. The minutes felt like hours, or maybe time was just relative.
When the guard returned and asked him to follow, he had to shove his trembling hands into his denim jacket and bury them there, warding off the shiver that threatened to break him in two. He led him to the back of the casino and down some stairs into a narrow hallway. He looked over his shoulder, trying to memorize the path in case he had to run for it, aware that this could be a trap.
Upon reaching the end of the hallway, the guard knocked on the door with his knuckles in a melody that caught his attention. He assumed it was a code. Someone spoke, and Nicholas's skin prickled. Not only because of the attractively hoarse voice, but because of the language he was speaking in.
Being a casino where it was well known that the Japanese mafia did their dirty work behind the scenes, Nicholas was surprised that the head of the place was Korean. The guard stepped aside for Nicholas, revealing an office larger than his entire apartment behind him. The lighting was dim and even cozy, but Nicholas didn't let himself be carried away by that feeling of warmth and remained alert, committing every corner of the place to memory as an act of survival. But he hadn't expected a criminal's place to be so… pleasing to the eye.
There were bookshelves touching the ceiling surrounding the entire space. Some spots on the walls had katanas as decorations, the furniture was black leather, and there was a pool table in the center of the room, on which someone was reclining, and just behind it, a black wooden desk. But what he liked most were the soft red and white lights that hugged the entire place cozily, and how black asserted itself as an elegant companion. Nicholas forgot for a moment where he was and what he was doing there.
“How can I help you?” Unlike the hoarse voice he had heard earlier, this time it flowed in perfect Japanese like a purr that made his skin prickle once again. Maybe he wasn't Korean, just bilingual.
Nicholas fixed his gaze on the tall boy who was now watching him with fresh attention from the center of the room. He wore a perfectly pressed black suit that fit him flawlessly, accentuating the length of his legs; he paired it with a white dress shirt and a vest that looked ordinary, but Nicholas knew he could never afford it. His jet-black hair, as dark as the night itself, was perfectly combed to the sides, leaving only one lock falling over his forehead, and he played distractedly with the silver rings adorning his fingers. Everything about him screamed neatness and money. His face was equally impeccable, except for a scar on his right eyebrow that threw off that whole businessman image and reminded him why he was there.
Nicholas ignored the apparent amusement on his face; he knew full well that his scrutiny hadn't gone unnoticed, but he had allowed it anyway. He cleared his throat and spoke more confidently than he felt, “I’ve come to settle my father’s debt.”
He waited for some reaction, something to tell him he was doing things right or that he was screwing up royally. But he just looked at him with an unsettling calm. Nicholas didn't want to feel like he wasn't in control of the situation, so he spoke again.
“He’s addicted to gambling and asked you for a loan. He couldn’t pay it back on time, and you’ve been harassing us ever since. I don’t give a shit what happens to him, but you’ve been harassing me, at the university, at work, and I can’t live like this. So I’m here to pay the debt.” He took his phone out of his pocket, approached as cautiously as he could without feeling intimidated by that dark gaze, and showed him the amount in his bank account.
“And here I thought you were just a good son.” He leaned forward while still reclining on the table to see his screen.
Nicholas held his breath as his face came so close. His chubby cheeks gave him a more youthful air, but it was completely overshadowed by the scar on his eyebrow, and now by the small scar Nicholas could see on his upper lip. Although he didn’t want to imagine the reasons for those marks, Nicholas couldn’t lie and say the man before him wasn’t disgustingly attractive. Dangerous, but intriguing and attractive in equal measure.
“What’s your name?”
Nicholas knew that he knew who he was. He must know everything. When you’re the head of a network, you have eyes and ears everywhere. You’re a thousand steps ahead. But that made him realize that he didn’t know his name, and that didn’t fit with the tactic of making him feel like he owned the situation. He put his phone away again and instead asked, “What’s yours?”
He smiled. So widely, showing his sharp canines and marking his cheeks even more, that Nicholas blinked, bewildered by the sight.
“Byun Euijoo, at your service. Truly, all yours.”
Nicholas ignored the insinuation in Korean. “How can I transfer the money?”
“Didn’t they teach you manners? I asked for your name.”
“Wang Nicholas.” He stated flatly.
The smile reappeared. “Nicholas Wang… Wang Nicholas. How pretty.”
Nicholas disguised the shiver that ran up his back as he heard him speak Mandarin. Trilingual, then.
Euijoo peeled himself away from the table and stepped forward; Nicholas had to resist the urge to step back. Euijoo didn’t hide the amusement he felt at seeing him so nervous. “For someone who just willingly walked into my office, you don’t seem very sure of yourself.”
“I’m not here because I want to be.”
“Technically, you are. You could have run or hidden, but here you are.”
“I don’t have to run from something I didn’t do.” He still sounded too defensive. Euijoo’s smile vanished.
“You’re talking to me as if you don’t know what I could do to you.” It was the first time Nicholas had seen him truly serious since he entered the room. “The Wang family takes my money and then treats me as if I’m the one who owes something.”
Nicholas pressed his lips together and clenched his jaw. It was a fraction of a second, but he swore he saw his face change in the blink of an eye. First, all smiles, then a somber seriousness that made his hair stand on end with a gleam in his eyes that promised anything but peace, and then the smile appeared again. Nicholas weighed whether he had mental problems and came to the conclusion that no one sane would be part of this world.
Even so, Nicholas felt a tightness in his lower abdomen.
He also weighed that he wasn't right in the head either.
“I just… want to settle the debt. To be left alone.” This time, his voice came out genuinely defeated. Maybe showing vulnerability was the right way out of this.
Euijoo made a fake pout, moving his lips from left to right, without stopping his gaze. So much attention was making him nervous. The next time he spoke, Nicholas’s breath caught.
“But he looks so innocent... Should I keep him?” He spoke in perfect Korean. Nicholas blinked, feigning confusion.
“What does that mean?” He watched him walk to his desk and saw him open a bottle of what he assumed was whiskey, pouring it into two glass tumblers. All with an agonizing slowness.
He approached him, and the air in the room felt heavier than before. He offered him a glass. “No, thanks.”
“I’m not going to drug you, nor do anything you don’t want.” Nicholas looked at the glass distrustfully. “You’ll need it to hear what I have to tell you, Nichol. Can I call you Nichol?”
He nodded slowly, unable to connect his tongue to his brain and produce coherent words. He was orbiting in his space, jeopardizing the little sanity he had left. He decided he definitely needed a drink. Took the glass, their fingers brushing in a light but slow and tense contact. Euijoo stepped back, returning to his spot on the pool table.
He raised his glass in a toast, but Nicholas was already sliding the drink down his throat, burning it instantly. For his part, Euijoo took it more calmly and looked at him over the rim of his glass, without stopping drinking. Nicholas was suffocated by the way he had been looking at him since he entered the place, as if he wanted to devour him alive. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that everything was under control, his body reacted in ways that showed him how wrong he was.
“Nichol, do you know what monetary interest, or late fees are?” He began, and Nicholas’s stomach sank to the floor. He waited for him to say he was just playing with him, but any amused expression had vanished from his face, and that only made him feel worse. Nicholas didn’t have to answer because his face showed he understood the situation. Euijoo tilted his head, curious. “Where is your useless father while you’re here risking your life, if I may ask?”
Nicholas couldn’t find the words. He didn’t know if speaking would expose him more than he already was, but if he knew his whereabouts, they could catch him and torture him again. Deep down, Nicholas wanted to know. He had run away, and for weeks he hadn’t heard anything from him; from that moment on, he had become the target. Nicholas wanted to hand him over so they would leave him alone, because his father’s disappearance was the only reason they had come after him, and that was why he was in this situation.
Euijoo pointed to his pocket where the weight of his phone was tormenting him and spoke again. “That number in your account doubles with each passing day since the deadline expired. That was months ago. So, Nichol, how far are you willing to go to get out of this?”
Nicholas would do whatever was within his reach. The problem was that his reach was limited. He was just a twenty-something with a shitty family that didn’t support him, and he had to make it on his own. Now his days went by between studying a university degree he hated but that would earn him money, and working part-time in a seedy nightclub. Nicholas knew what it was like to bend to survive, but something told him Euijoo wouldn’t take just anything from him, starting with the fact that he really had nothing.
The silence stretched longer than he would have liked, making Euijoo sigh, who was starting to look bored. With every muscle in his body tense, Nicholas quickly blurted out: “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have anything material that interests me.”
Material.
“It doesn’t have to be material.”
Those words felt like opening the doors of your house to the devil himself, and from the smile Euijoo gave him, the comparison grew stronger in Nicholas’s mind.
“It doesn’t have to be material.” His voice came out in perfect Korean, with its respective hoarse tone.
Enter the place, give him the money, leave. Those were the three simple steps Nicholas had repeated to himself before coming here. What he hadn’t counted on was finding a man taller than him, intimidating yet casual, ridiculously attractive, and hinting at solutions instead of putting a bullet between his eyes. It was inevitable that he wouldn’t feel curious about him, so he didn’t think twice when he asked: “Are you Korean?”
Euijoo blinked once, the only sign of surprise at Nicholas’s attempt at trivial conversation, given the situation.
“I am.” He nodded. Nicholas was surprised by how easily he answered. Would he answer his questions if he asked more?
“And what you mentioned earlier was in Mandarin.”
It wasn’t a question, but Euijoo answered anyway: “It was.” He examined his curious face and tilted his head, amused. “Do I make you curious, Nichol?”
The flirtatious smile, the insinuation, and the nickname made his stomach lurch. He opened his lips to defend himself and closed them almost instantly, realizing he had no grounds to. “Well, yes, a little.”
Euijoo ran his tongue over his upper teeth and stopped at his sharp canines, pressing for a few seconds, admiring him with a gleam in his eyes that Nicholas couldn’t describe in words beyond desire. His entire body was tense from such a brazen look. He clicked his tongue and stood up abruptly. “Play with me.”
Nicholas snapped out of his daze and blinked as he approached him. “Huh?”
“Play a game of pool with me.”
“Why?” He asked cautiously.
“If you win…” His whiskey-scented breath washed over him, making him aware once more of the closeness. “…you settle the debt, and I’ll even let you ask questions. But I’ll ask questions too.” He pointed an accusatory finger at him, a playful pout taking over his expression. He was so smiley that Nicholas had completely forgotten who he was, where he was, and what he was doing there.
He frowned, not trusting what he was telling him. It was too easy and too good to be true.
“And what happens if you win?”
The smile that appeared made every hair on his body stand on end and completely destabilized him.
“If I win… I’ll fuck you on the pool table.”
***
Nicholas would have been on the floor if it weren't for the pool table giving him some stability as he leaned against it. Euijoo watched him from the other side of the table like a lion stalking its prey. That did nothing to ease the tension in the air.
The rules had been clear: no one could touch the other with the intention of distracting or hindering their play, and they had a maximum of three questions each, any of which was valid; if a question went unanswered, the turn would pass to the other person, giving them more of a chance to win, regardless of the play in progress. Since Euijoo was a complete gentleman (his words), he would let Nicholas break first.
Nicholas gripped the cue tighter between his palms and fixed his gaze on the cue ball, trying to distract himself from that intense stare. He leaned over the table and slid the wooden cue through his anxious fingers. With a sharp crack, he sent the ball forward, scattering the balls clustered in the triangle, sending them clattering against the elastic bumpers. Euijoo let out a low whistle, and Nicholas released the breath he'd been holding.
He hoped it was an approving sound, because he had never played pool before.
What little he knew he'd picked up from watching others play -which was practically nothing- but the game had already begun. Nicholas had a debt to settle, and the thought of being fucked by a complete stranger under these circumstances was churning his insides, though he still wasn't sure in what way.
Nicholas didn't pay attention to how Euijoo fluttered around him, amused, watching his every move, entertained by the sight. He focused on gently striking the ball, aiming for his target, but failing to sink it, passing the turn to Euijoo. Before positioning himself, Euijoo started rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, exposing his veiny, marked forearms. Nicholas had to look away.
"Do you have a partner?"
"Is that your first question?" Nicholas raised an eyebrow.
"Is that yours?" Euijoo teased, mimicking his expression.
"No." Nicholas snorted. "I don't have a partner, and don't you think it's a little late to be asking if I do?"
"I'm just making sure the path is clear."
"You talk as if it's a fact that you're going to fuck me."
Euijoo's smile widened. "But I will," he said in perfect English. Nicholas rested his cue on the floor and looked at him in disbelief.
"How many languages do you speak?" He quickly regretted asking, realizing he'd wasted his first question.
"Korean, of course. Japanese, Mandarin, English, a little French, and some Spanish. Don't use your questions so boringly, Nichol." His mocking tone irritated him.
Euijoo stretched his neck from side to side and leaned over the table, wielding the cue like a professional. Nicholas felt intimidated. His proportions weren't particularly broad, but they were long, making him look larger than Nicholas. Plus, the clothes he wore clung to his body in such a flattering way that Nicholas had to force himself to pay attention to the game. Euijoo sank the 5-ball, and Nicholas's stomach dropped when, after that, he sank two more.
On the four attempt, Nicholas thought of a way to regain his turn. Just before Euijoo slid his cue and struck the cue ball, Nicholas used his second question: "You're going to use a condom when you fuck me, right?"
The cue struck the table, and the ball shot off without sinking anything in particular, but positioned another ball conveniently close to a corner pocket. Nicholas didn't wait for Euijoo to answer and positioned himself, sinking the ball. When he looked up, Euijoo was running his tongue along the inside of his cheek with an amused air. He glanced at the play from moments ago, then gave a look at those eyes that returned his gaze with satisfaction and defiance, and a laugh burst from his chest.
"I'll use a condom," he replied. "Cheater."
Despite the situation he was in, Nicholas smiled, and Euijoo immediately fixed his gaze on that act, making Nicholas suppress the smile by biting his lip.
"I'm just playing."
"I thought we said no interruptions."
"I didn't touch you."
"Yet."
Nicholas ignored the insinuation, though his chest tightened the moment he heard it. He positioned himself and took a deep breath before striking the ball, sinking another with a dull thud. He smiled, satisfied. Euijoo propped himself up on the table and rested his cheek on his hand.
"You look cute when you smile. I thought you only knew how to be grumpy." Nicholas froze for a few seconds and composed himself almost instantly, ignoring the first part but acutely aware of his racing heart.
"I'm not grumpy."
"Sure. Also, I thought you'd ask private things."
"I thought the same."
"I already know everything I want to know." His expression reminded him where he was, and who he was. Euijoo straightened up, and Nicholas did the same when he saw him approaching. All his alarms went off, alert to every movement. "I'll use my second question."
"Go ahead."
Nicholas braced himself for anything except: "Can I touch you?"
"What?" He frowned.
"You're stiff and you use the cue wrong. You're painful to watch. Can I touch you and show you how it's used?" At another time, he would have felt insulted-a direct blow to his ego. But his velvety voice made him relax in an alarming way. He nodded without taking his eyes off his. Euijoo smiled conspiratorially and took him by the hips, turning him around. Nicholas was grateful he couldn't see the moment he swallowed hard when his hand made contact with his body.
Euijoo placed one hand on his lower back and pushed him down over the table. Nicholas's stomach tensed immediately, and he quickly leaned over the table to hide his body's reaction. Beside him, Euijoo positioned himself and stretched, taking his hand.
"There's no one right way to hold the cue, but ideally you don't grip it too tightly. Place it between your fingers like you're holding a bird, and let the movement flow."
Nicholas was so focused on his proximity that he didn't do anything on his own, letting Euijoo manipulate his fingers as he pleased. He wrapped his arm around his waist until he reached his back arm and encircled it completely. Nicholas tilted his head and looked at the side of his face. Euijoo's lips were slightly parted, concentrating on what was in front of him; Nicholas was distracted by the scar on his lip, wondering what had caused it. A second thought flooded him, wondering if kissing him would let him feel it against his own lips.
"Use this like a pendulum. Don't force it, it has to be natural. You pull back, and then you release forward." And he did.
Nicholas knew something had happened. He had felt the cue hit the ball and the crash against the others, but he hadn't stopped looking at his face for a moment. Euijoo had a small smile announcing that he'd sunk one in a side pocket, and Nicholas swallowed hard at the urge to kiss him. When the taller man lowered his gaze and caught him staring at his lips, his smile widened. "Are we going to finish the game before you throw yourself at me?"
Nicholas felt his face burning. He pushed him away and stepped back, adjusting his jacket which had ridden up slightly. His whole body was burning, but he didn't know if it was from embarrassment or desire; the answer terrified him. "I'll take that as your third question."
"Everything you do is a trap, but I suppose I can't blame you; I've gone soft on you. Still, it's my turn."
"It's not. I sank the ball, it's still my turn."
"You didn't answer my question. It's mine." Nicholas opened his mouth to protest, but Euijoo cut him off: "I'm going to kiss you if you say another word against me." Nicholas snapped his mouth shut. "Ouch. Don't you want a kiss from me?"
"You've reached your question limit."
"You didn't say no."
He deliberately ignored him. Euijoo played, but luckily for Nicholas, he didn't sink any. On his turn, Nicholas remembered what he'd been taught, trying not to include the memory of his body against his and his breath against his cheek, and sank more balls. After that, the game was in Nicholas's favor, with only the 8-ball left on the table.
Euijoo watched him from a few steps away, leaning with his cue resting on the floor beside him, one hand on his hip, looking so ridiculously good that Nicholas felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation in his chest. He was about to win and settle the debt. It was what he wanted, and by some twist of fate, he was about to get it. So why didn't he feel satisfied?
"I still have one question left."
"Getting ready to say goodbye?"
Again that unease in his chest. I must have really lost my mind.
"Why me?"
"Why you?" Euijoo repeated, confused, tilting his head. Nicholas nodded.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure you can have anyone you want, and yet you decided to waste your time on me when you could have just made me disappear. So, why me?"
Euijoo set the cue down on the table and circled around it. Nicholas watched the fluidity and confidence with which he approached him, his breath hitching. The taller man fixed his gaze on his lips for several seconds, then looked into his eyes, his long lashes batting slowly, leaving Nicholas once again fascinated by the innocence of his face but the hardness of his features.
"Because I saw you, and now I want you."
"Just like that?"
"Do you want it complicated?"
It was complicated if you stepped back and saw who Euijoo and Nicholas were, but he was so close that Nicholas refused to step away and see clearly. It was reason enough for him, and his entire body was starting to ache from the tension. As if he had two stones on his shoulders and this man was the only one strong enough to remove them.
Nicholas looked at the last ball remaining on the table. If he sank it, he was free. A certain sense of relief washed over him just thinking about it, but for the first time in his life, he wanted to be selfish. He remembered all the times his father would get into these situations, disappear, leave him with everything, and Nicholas would have to go into debt up to his neck to get by, only for his father to reappear and make his life more miserable.
He didn't want to repeat the cycle this time.
He didn't want to let him go just yet.
He felt a warm sensation on his cheek. Euijoo was nuzzling his nose against his face, and Nicholas could do nothing but close his eyes. His voice brushed against his skin in a whisper, "What's stopping you?"
Yes, what's stopping me?
With his heart hammering in his chest and before he could regret it, he captured Euijoo's lips with his own. Euijoo purred against him in approval, and Nicholas shuddered in his grip. He took him by the hips and lifted him, sitting him on the table. Nicholas wrapped his legs around his hips, and the moment they created the first friction, both gasped into each other's mouths.
"Can I have my third question back? You unfairly snatched it from me."
"Will you use it wisely?"
"Very."
Nicholas laughed against his lips. "What is it?"
"Can I fuck you now?"
His stomach flipped. It was a little embarrassing to realize how his body reacted to the slightest interaction with Euijoo. As if he were a virgin, as if he'd never felt anything like this for anyone else. But he'd be lying if he said he'd felt it with someone else. The way Euijoo ran his hands under his shirt and traced his body with his bare palms didn't feel like anything Nicholas had experienced before.
He murmured a "Yes" before sliding his tongue over the taller man's upper lip and kissing him, trapping his tongue between his lips. The moan that escaped Euijoo into his mouth felt like glory, and Nicholas began to struggle against his clothing, suddenly feeling too covered for his liking. He stripped off Euijoo's vest, while Euijoo stripped off his denim jacket, both hands colliding halfway, equally desperate.
When Euijoo bared his torso and began to bite, kiss, and lick, his body trembled visibly, making him laugh against his skin. Nicholas was feeling too overstimulated to retort.
"Nichol?"
"Mmh?" He murmured with his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his tongue against his earlobe.
"Take off my rings so I can finger you."
Nicholas's eyes flew open. He felt drunk and had to focus to admire how Euijoo looked just as affected as he did. Flushed cheeks, parted lips, and a gaze that stole his breath. He slid his fingers over his lips, but both of them were dazedly staring at each other. A sense of complicity seeped into his bones, making the room spin around him, and he had to cling to the taller boy's toned abdomen to feel some stability.
When he slid the first finger into his mouth, Nicholas tried not to moan at the sensation of cold metal against his tongue. He sucked his finger until the first ring came off; Euijoo set it aside and continued with the next finger, letting Nicholas coat it with his saliva, never breaking eye contact.
He removed all the rings, and Euijoo pushed him back, sliding his hand from his pectorals -marked by his attention moments before- down his abdomen, tracing a finger along the lower part near his zipper, making him shudder. "So pretty," he purred in Mandarin.
"Where did you learn Mandarin?"
Euijoo didn't stop exploring his body even as Nicholas answered him in the same language. "Work," he replied simply before leaning down and leaving a trail of kisses across his abdomen. His back arched, and he clutched at his hair.
His heart began to race in anticipation the moment Euijoo reached his fly and lowered it, stripping him of his pants along with his boxers, leaving him completely exposed. He might have felt embarrassed if not for the ecstatic look in the taller man's eyes, swelling his chest with a mix of ego and excitement.
He lunged at him hungrily, and Nicholas let out a gasp, feeling himself grow even harder inside his mouth. He set a fast rhythm, too fast for Nicholas himself, who writhed and moaned under his touch.
Euijoo lifted his legs onto the table in a perfect V and spread them, completely exposing him.
"You're so goddamn pretty."
Nicholas couldn't respond because of the moan lodged in his chest. He felt a chill when Euijoo pulled away from his body. He followed him with his gaze, watching him search for the condom and lube with an agonizing slowness that made him feel irritated.
"Hurry up."
"Desperate?" He laughed as he approached him and coated his fingers with lube.
"I'm leaving." He tried to get up, but Euijoo grabbed him by the ankles and immobilized him.
"No, you won't." And he slid his finger into the center of his most sensitive spot, making him fall back onto the table and arch his back even more. The moment Euijoo slid the first finger in without any delicacy, Nicholas's eyes rolled back.
"You like it like this?"
"More."
"So demanding… Maybe I am going soft on you…" He whispered against his thighs before leaving a wet kiss on his burning skin and introducing a second finger. Though it felt tight and uncomfortable, Nicholas purred in approval. Euijoo began to stimulate and stretch, drawing out whines and moans alike.
The force and depth with which he was penetrating him made him jump slightly; he tried to grab onto anything and failed spectacularly. "Euijoo…"
He rose over him and left a brief kiss on his lips. "Yes, pretty?"
The movement of Euijoo's fingers disappearing inside him made him shudder with pleasure. "Faster…"
But Euijoo did the exact opposite. Nicholas looked up, bewildered, and found him staring intently. He didn't understand why he'd stopped until he spoke in a deep voice: "I didn't know you could do that."
Nicholas blinked, confused. "Do what?"
Euijoo straightened up and came closer, a different gleam in his eyes stealing his breath. "Beg in my native tongue. Can you do it again?"
Nicholas hadn't even noticed he'd spoken in Korean. "I only know a few words."
"I can teach you the important ones."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"You touch me so well, Euijoo, you're so good..." He resumed the movement, this time slow, of his fingers against his prostate, and Nicholas had to brace himself on his trembling arms to keep his balance and not pull away from his provocative face.
"Egocentric," he replied instead.
Nicholas liked the smile that formed on his lips, giving him a pang in his lower stomach. He didn't suppress the impulse and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him close and joining their lips. Euijoo didn't stop moving inside him, and Nicholas let out all the moans threatening to overflow against his mouth, proving him right in a way and making him smile with smug satisfaction.
After several thrusts and complaints from Nicholas asking for more, Euijoo was stroking himself near his entrance, trying to harden his erection further and make Nicholas even more desperate. He held his breath as he positioned the tip and looked at him with amusement.
"Say you want it, and it's all yours."
Nicholas was feeling truly desperate. Every part of his body ached, and he felt like Euijoo was still playing with him. On pure impulse, he placed his heel on his back and pushed him forward, making him gasp as he felt the tip inside, and drawing a startled exclamation from Euijoo.
"I don't have to say it. We know It's mine anyway."
Euijoo parted his lips slightly, letting out a huff. "You are…"
"Move."
He entered in one single thrust, making him cry out, tremble, and writhe all at once. He tried to regulate his breathing, but the pressure was too much, so he preferred to focus on the soft caresses Euijoo was leaving on his thighs. He closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by that warm movement, feeling as one and following the rhythm of Euijoo's breathing.
"Ready?"
Nicholas opened his eyes and nodded, gripping his arms and taking a deep breath, receiving the first thrust with a whimper. As Euijoo increased the intensity, Nicholas's limbs twisted mercilessly, and he felt his brain melting, unable to form any coherent thought or word.
The impact of Euijoo against his prostate was brutal. Fast, firm, relentless. Nicholas received electric shocks shooting down his legs and accumulating in his toes, curling them. At some point, he stopped biting his lips to stifle the unnatural sounds escaping his throat, and soon he filled Euijoo's space with his moans and cries, spurring the taller man to go faster.
He pulled him close once more, and they melted into a clumsy kiss full of saliva and clashing teeth. But neither of them cared, because they both felt the frenzy consuming them equally, and that was so much more exciting.
Euijoo lifted him without stopping the kiss and quickly pulled out of him. Nicholas's limbs felt like jelly, so he let him manipulate him as he pleased. He lifted him off the table and turned him around, pressing his chest against the table and raising his ass, penetrating him again.
Nicholas was on his tiptoes, and his legs buckled the moment Euijoo thrust deeper, making his knees give out. He rested his forehead and planted his palms on the table, seeking stability and strength, while Euijoo held him firmly by the hips and began thrusting again.
The slap of their bodies created a sound similar to a splash, something so obscene that it only heightened their urgency, making their movements more desperate, more clumsy.
Nicholas came first and tried to stay steady while Euijoo continued reaching his peak. His rear was burning, and he felt warm liquid sliding down his inner thighs.
Euijoo collapsed on top of him the moment he came, and Nicholas could feel his heart hammering against his back. It took them a few moments to steady their breathing, and Euijoo was the first to pull away. Nicholas didn't have the same strength, so he stayed slumped over the table until he felt a towel wiping him clean, and he forced himself to sit up, his legs giving way in the process.
Euijoo quickly caught him against his body, and they looked at each other. "Are you okay?"
"Perfectly. You?"
"I'd do it again if you let me."
Nicholas laughed weakly. Euijoo lifted him and laid him down on the leather couch. Nicholas watched him clean up and gather his clothes from the comfort of the sofa. After he finished, Euijoo crouched in front of him and caressed his cheek, with a look Nicholas interpreted as wonder. He let himself be dressed in silence while Euijoo kept watching him, with a calm and attention that felt significant -nothing like who he was and what they'd just done.
Nicholas raised his hand and traced the scar on his lip. He leaned forward and gave him a closed-mouth kiss, which Euijoo immediately returned, as if they were sealing something new between them. When they parted, Euijoo's words made him frown: "Next time, I'll teach you how to play pool properly, so you don't have to cheat to distract me and sink my solid balls, committing a foul without realizing it."
Next time? Solid balls? Foul?
"What?"
"You heard me. You're painful to watch, but I don't regret it. You taste delicious."
Nicholas started to get up, indignant. "You…" Euijoo silenced him with a kiss that Nicholas avoided by pressing his lips together, trying to push him away. "You lied to me…"
"I didn't. Maybe I led you to believe you had won, but you had the final say, and you chose me. Don't blame me for your own decisions."
"Y-you…" His chest constricted, making his voice come out in a trembling whisper. Euijoo kissed him again, and Nicholas struggled once more, until he resigned and let himself be carried away. He pulled back just enough to catch his breath and whispered against his lips: "I hate you."
"Sure." Euijoo replied simply, capturing his lips again, with Nicholas fighting not to fall for it once more.
"There won't be a next time."
"Whatever you say." He joined their lips once more and smiled against them the moment a sigh escaped Nicholas against his own. "I'll find you."
It sounded like a promise, and Nicholas's stomach churned. Nicholas knew that Euijoo knew everything about him -where he lived, where he came from- so he didn't understand why he was stating that between them, as if pretending he didn't know. Even so, he replied:
"I'm sure you will."
***
Many hours after Nicholas left the place, Euijoo couldn't concentrate on anything else. He shifted from side to side in his desk chair, unable to stop staring at the pool table and unable to stop brushing his fingers over his still-swollen lips.
Every time he tried to move on, flashbacks of what had happened would hit him, and before he knew it, he had an idiot grin plastered on his face.
Fuma knocked on the door with the code they had devised and was given entry. He walked in silently and waited for orders, but Euijoo was unusually quiet. He shot him an inquisitive look, and before he could ask anything, Euijoo spoke: "I need you to do me a favor."
"Yes, sir?"
"Make the Wang debt disappear."
Fuma frowned and tilted his head thoughtfully, recalling transactions, debts, and names.
"We don't have any debt from a Wang."
"I know." Euijoo couldn't contain the smile that formed as he remembered Nicholas's moans echoing throughout the place. "Find whoever does, and make it disappear."