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Jin-Woo walks around the Hunter Association’s building, hands resting in his pockets, trying to shake off his restless energy. He understands why the others stopped his fight with Goto Ryuji, but it was still frustrating. Even that short bout had been thrilling, feeling the other’s immense power clashing against his own.
He touches the cut on his cheek, smiling as he remembers the look in Goto’s eyes. Such a fierce expression. He wants to see it again.
Most of the other Hunters have already left, but he can still sense Goto in the building, so maybe….
Jin-Woo circles back around to the gym, waiting several minutes before disappointment sinks in. Guess he was going to have to wait another day to have that spar. Except, just as he’s getting ready to leave, the door opens, closing with a quiet click as Goto enters the room.
The translator isn’t with him, but just like before, he can tell just by the look in his eyes that he wants to fight. However, his aura was more subdued than last time, to keep the others from noticing?
Jin-Woo lets his own aura flare out just a bit, enough that Goto can tell he’s accepted his challenge. There’s no hesitation after that, vicious satisfaction in Goto’s eyes as he lunges for him. He can see the beginnings of a bruise on Ryuji’s hand from where he grabbed him earlier, lips curling up into a pleased smile. He wants to see what other bruises he can put on this man’s body.
Dodging an attack aimed at his eye, he lashes out with his hand, striking the man’s arm. There’s a flash of pain in the other’s expression, quickly masked by fury. He really doesn’t like losing, does he? That could be fun to play with.
He ends up with a few new cuts as the fight draws on, having to keep some of his power suppressed to avoid notice. But somehow, it just makes the fight more exciting, seeing Goto’s satisfaction at every small victory. How sweet it’ll be when Goto realizes he’s lost.
Jin-Woo lets the battle play out a bit longer than he probably should, considering they could be caught at any moment. But the system stays blessedly silent, perhaps recognizing that Goto can’t actually kill him. It lets him watch the slow realization in Goto’s eyes, finally figuring out that he’s outmatched.
He decides to stop playing around then, knocking Goto’s feet out from under him and using his superior strength to send them tumbling to the floor. A short wrestling match ensues, ending with his hand around Goto’s throat and the other pinning his wrist to the ground.
Goto tries to free his neck with his spare hand, chest heaving as he struggles to breathe. But even as a flicker of fear crosses his expression, his fire never fades, glaring up at him furiously.
Jin-Woo just smiles down at him, waiting patiently. But as time stretches on, he has to honestly wonder whether Goto will pass out first before surrendering. Until finally, Goto looks away, muscles relaxing as he stops struggling.
He immediately lets go, sitting back on his heels as he watches Goto suck in desperate breaths. There’s an odd heat in his chest, a new understanding of why he can’t seem to look away from Goto’s mouth.
Jin-Woo reluctantly starts to get up, not wanting his reaction to be noticed, but he freezes as his leg brushes across the other’s groin. Shock overcomes him for a moment before a mischievous smile crosses his face, raising his eyebrow pointedly.
But instead of acting flustered, Goto glares up at him defiantly, raising his leg to brush across Jin-Woo’s own erection. ‘Don’t look down on me when you’re in the same state,’ his eyes seem to say.
His magic flares at the challenge, resting his hand near Goto’s head as he looms over him. Whatever expression he’s making, it has Goto pulling him down by the front of his shirt, slamming their lips together. He can taste the other’s fury on his tongue, feel it in the way his teeth bite at his mouth.
Fire rushes through his veins, burning away any doubt as he returns bite for bite, licking his way into the other’s mouth. Grabbing a fistful of Goto’s hair, he tilts his head up, pressing a thumb against his bared neck, feeling his pulse race.
Unfortunately, they’re still in a public place as Goto seems to suddenly remember, pushing him away before getting out his phone. It’s already opened to a translation app, typing out the address to his hotel room.
Jin-Woo quickly agrees, following him out of the building. They receive some odd looks from the employees, but nobody tries to stop them. Goto’s driver is even more nervous than the others were, glancing at the two S-rank Hunters in the backseat through his mirror.
The tension between them was practically crackling in the air. Jin-Woo can feel Goto’s gaze on his neck as he stares out the window, a low heat in his stomach making him just as restless. They can’t get to the hotel fast enough, not even caring about the fancy surroundings as they make a beeline to Goto’s room.
He’s pushed against the wall as soon as the door clicks shut behind them, a hard mouth against his, prying his teeth open. Jin-Woo doesn’t care about fighting for dominance yet, getting his hands under Goto’s hoodie, feeling the firm muscles of his abdomen, the strength of an S-rank Hunter that makes his blood heat.
Yanking at the fabric, he forces it over Goto’s head, letting his own shirt be taken off next. Then they’re back against each other, teeth on his neck as their hips rock together. His nails rake down Goto’s back, hearing him let out a hiss of pleasure. But there’s an edge of frustration to the other’s touch.
Acting on instinct, he spins them around, pinning Goto to the wall. Not letting him move an inch as he tilts his head back, returning the bite to his neck, holding the man’s hips still as they instinctively twitch. Recognizing the way the other’s arousal shoots up, he feels a momentary pang of pity for him. It must be difficult for such a prideful man to get off on being overpowered.
But it does let him know what direction he should take this in.
Jin-Woo strips off his pants and shoes, waiting for Goto to do the same before lifting him up, hooking his legs around his waist. He doesn’t even need the wall to support him, a hand underneath his ass to keep him in place. He smiles as Goto’s eyes flash with furious arousal, hating his strength even as it turns him on.
There was something infinitely satisfying about kissing this man, his fire and passion as their lips clash, swallowing down his stifled moan as their hips rock together. Taking advantage of Goto’s distraction, he brings up the ‘store’ interface and buys a bottle of lube, making a mental note to keep a bottle stored in his inventory from now on.
He smears some on his cock first before slicking up his fingers, rubbing against Goto’s entrance just long enough for him to realize what he’s doing before pushing them in. Keeping an eye on his expression, he spreads his fingers, tugging at the rim of his hole.
Jin-Woo wants to see his eyes glaze over with pleasure, to hear him lose control and moan for more. Lifting him up higher, he sets his mouth on his chest, licking across his nipples one at a time before sucking them into his mouth, feeling his back arch into his touch. His stomach clenches with pleasure as he’s finally rewarded with a quiet moan, adding a third finger to Goto’s clenching passage.
Goto clutches at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, chest heaving as he pants for breath. There’s a wild look in his eyes, hips giving an aborted twitch as he tries not to fuck himself on Jin-Woo’s fingers. Jin-Woo can feel his thighs shaking around his waist and deems him ready, replacing his fingers with his cock.
He fucks into him slowly as he gets used to the tight clench of him around his cock, letting out a shuddering breath at the heat filling his body. Holds him still as he tries to make him move faster, kissing the scowl off his mouth. Tastes his frustration as Jin-Woo takes his time, lazy thrusts that barely satisfy either of them, but worth it for the way Goto writhes in his unrelenting hold.
Words that he doesn’t understand, but sound like curses, spill from Goto’s mouth, pulling Jin-Woo closer with a hand on the back of his neck, whispering demands against his ear. It’s like the victory after a hard battle, hearing him so desperate and pissed off.
Jin-Woo snaps his hips forward and the words cut off with a low groan, clenching around his cock. He grins against the curve of Goto’s neck, rocking into him with steadily increasing thrusts, breath stuttering in his chest at how good it feels.
He can see now why people get so obsessed with sex. Jin-Woo thinks he could spend all day inside this man, listening to the sound of him, and still want more. Even the scent of him was alluring, burying his nose against his neck, sucking possessive marks into his skin.
Jin-Woo swallows back a moan as Goto suddenly starts shaking in his arms, tightening around him as he cums untouched on his cock. He fucks him through it, letting the heat wash over him as he finds his own release, spilling deep inside him. But even after the pleasure fades, he’s still hard and aching to go again, grinding his hips up to hear Goto curse.
He meets Goto’s disbelieving stare, letting his lips curve up into a challenging smirk, silently goading him on. It works perfectly, Goto pulling him into a hard kiss, biting his lips and clawing at his back as Jin-Woo keeps fucking him.
It feels good to let loose, knowing the man underneath him won’t easily break. He can’t use his full strength, but Goto can take a lot more than most Hunters. The man doesn’t even flinch as he fucks him harder, though his glare starts to waver, almost falling into the glazed look he wants to see. Even his voice gets louder, moans forced out through clenched teeth.
Jin-Woo brings them both to completion a second time before taking him over to the bed, laying Goto out on his stomach. A hand on the back of his neck keeps him pinned as he tries to get up, spreading the man’s legs as he settles down between his thighs. Then he takes in the view, licking his lips as his cums drips out of Goto’s well-used hole.
But the rest of his skin was looking rather bare. Jin-Woo smiles as he presses a kiss between Goto’s shoulder blades, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his sweat. He wants to leave his mark all over this man’s body, sucking and biting his way down Goto’s back, nipping at the curve of his ass before spreading his cheeks open.
Goto’s breath hitches, getting up on his elbow like he’s going to try to move away, but the first lick across his hole stills him, a flush traveling down his neck. Jin-Woo doesn’t give him any more time to react, diving in. Fingers spreading him open, so he can lick deeper, pulling at his rim until he can feel the stretch.
The noise Goto makes sounds like it was punched out of him, dropping back onto the bed, panting against the sheets. Jin-Woo pulls his hips up, sliding his legs underneath him so his ass stays in the air, unable to stop the wicked grin as he feels Goto’s humiliated arousal.
He probably shouldn’t get so hot at embarrassing Goto, but the way he reacts….the lewd position and the sounds he makes….the man was temptation personified. His cock was so hard it hurt, aching even after his earlier release.
Dipping his head down, he sucks marks onto Goto’s thighs, palming his cock. Holding Goto’s hips still, he gives him a few slow strokes, collecting the man’s cum onto his fingers. Then he hauls him up with an arm around his chest, pulling him back onto his lap….and his cock.
It draws a reluctant moan from Goto’s lips, the perfect opportunity for Jin-Woo to slide in his index and middle finger, using his other fingers to press on his cheeks, keeping his mouth open. He can tell the moment Goto registers the taste, shaking in fury and lust, trying and failing to bite down on his fingers.
How could Jin-Woo not want to embarrass him when he reacts so beautifully?
Sliding his fingers over Goto’s tongue, he snaps his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into slick heat. Goto grabs his wrist, making a half-hearted attempt to pull his fingers away, grip slacking when Jin-Woo refuses to budge. But the precum dripping down his cock is a pretty good indication that he’s into it.
With his mouth held open, it’s harder for Goto to keep quiet, moans filling the quiet hotel room, along with the slick sound of their bodies moving together. He places his hand over Goto’s chest, feeling his heart beating furiously, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. For Jin-Woo, it barely feels like a workout, his skin dry and breath steady, only stuttering when the pleasure grips him sharply.
He slides his hand down, wrapping his fingers around Goto’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, delighting in the way he falls apart. Giving one last snap of his hips, he follows him over the edge, pleasure drowning out everything else.
Gently taking his fingers out, he lowers Goto onto the bed, pleased when he doesn’t put up any resistance. It’s tempting to keep going, to see if Goto will stay this relaxed and pliant as he fucks him for a fourth time, but he’s worried about going overboard. And with how prideful the man is, he doesn’t think he’d stop him if it was too much.
He’s careful as he pulls out, but Goto barely reacts, and he can’t see any blood. Looks like the only injuries are some bruises and bite marks. Good.
Beyond that, he’s not sure how to proceed. If this were a more healthy encounter, he’d try to give some kind of….aftercare? He’s heard that’s what you’re supposed to do when the sex was rough, but what would that even look like in this situation? Especially since Goto was genuinely aggressive towards him and likely wouldn’t accept any gentleness from him.
Jin-Woo hesitates a moment longer before heading to the shower, taking a couple of minutes to wash himself off. Goto is still lying on the bed when he exits, eyes closed as Jin-Woo gets dressed, but not yet asleep. He debates with himself on what to do before pushing past the awkwardness, typing something in his phone.
Goto opens his eyes as he approaches, looking disgruntled as Jin-Woo holds the phone up to his face.
‘Not to be condescending, but you can move, right?’
Goto gives him a disbelieving glare, indignant and irritated.
Jin-Woo shrugs, keeping a smile off his face.
‘Just making sure. Good luck on the raid.’
That gets him nothing more than a scoff, so Jin-Woo heads for the door, leaving Goto to sleep off their activities. He lets out a quiet sigh as he enters the empty hallway, relieved that the awkward part of their encounter was over. Nothing in his life as a Hunter had prepared him for having angry sex with someone that probably wanted to kill him.
Someone that he wanted to see again.
Apparently, he was into older men with anger issues. Who knew?
Jin-Woo rubs the back of his neck as he steps out into the cold night air, traveling down the sidewalk until he can’t see anyone else about. Then with a quick exchange, he’s a few blocks down from his apartment, using his quick speed to get home faster.
He can sense his sister and mother sleeping, shoulders relaxing at the reminder that his family is safe. The only thing that would make it better would be to have his father home too. But the system has already given him the miracle of waking his mother. He doubts it can save a man that was trapped inside a gate years ago, likely already dead.
How many miracles can someone expect in their life?
Shaking away the depressive thought, Jin-Woo grabs a snack from the fridge and heads to his room, getting out his laptop. He’s still a bit too wired to sleep and the internet might be able to answer some of the questions buzzing in his mind. Things like aftercare and how to safely engage in rough sex.
Because he definitely intends to fuck Goto again, assuming the man is interested. With how aroused Goto was by everything, he should be, but that’s only if his pride doesn’t get in the way.
And if he doesn’t die in the Jeju island raid.
Jin-Woo dismisses the thought with a grimace. The other S-rank Hunters were strong. Isn’t it arrogance to think they would need him on the raid?
But sometimes it only takes a single misstep to turn the tide of battle…
Jin-Woo tsks irritably. “Aren’t I getting way too protective of someone I only met today?”
Instead of dwelling on what-if’s, he should be planning what he’ll do when Goto is done with the raid. What he can do to make sure they’ll meet again. Preparing for said meeting by learning some basic Japanese, especially words like ‘fuck me’ and ‘stop’. Anything that will let him know whether Goto is enjoying himself.
Jin-Woo spends the next few days studying Japanese in his free time, in between hanging out with his mother and sister. He’s the happiest he’s been in years, and yet worry keeps creeping into his thoughts, never able to fully fade as the news continuously reports on the upcoming raid.
On the night before, he insists on making dinner, giving his mother a break from the kitchen.
“It looks delicious. You’ve really grown a lot, Jin-Woo.”
“Oppa is a really good cook,” says Jin-Ah. “Though it’s a bit unusual for him to cook this much food.”
“Well, it is the first time I’ve been able to cook for Mom in a while,” deflects Jin-Woo.
“Hmm.” Kyung-Hye hums skeptically, but lets the matter drop until the end of the meal, chatting instead about what her children have been up to. But as they clean up the dishes, she can’t help but remark, “Your father always cooked a nice meal before going on a dangerous raid.”
Jin-Woo stiffens up. His father did that?
“Mom, I….”
“You’ve grown up into a fine young man,” she says, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Your father was a kind soul who couldn’t sit by and do nothing if it meant people would get hurt. I accepted who he was a long time ago. I won’t ask you not to go on the raid, but you’ll be careful, won’t you?”
Jin-Woo relaxes. “I promise. I’ll come home to you and Jin-Ah.”
“That’s all I ask.”