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The private room at the back of the Gangnam karaoke bar was chaotic in the way only a Team Black gathering could be. Laughter too loud, plates of half-eaten food, and the constant shuffle of karaoke remotes being passed around like hot grenades.
Somehow, the remote kept ending up clutched in Potato hands, his eyes sparkling with ambition and possibly too much soju. Dan chuckled quietly as Potato ran back onto the small stage in the corner, eager to queue his next performance. He didn’t remember the last time he saw Yoongu having so much fun, he usually spends so much time in the gym quietly pouting over errands and Jaekyung’s rejection. As Dan glanced around, he realized he hadn’t seen the entire team this relaxed in a long time. Usually, they had to deal with strict diets, exercise routines, and on top of that Jaekyung’s attitude. So as far as Dan was concerned, it was safe to say everyone needed the break.
The air was warm, thick with the mingled smells of grilled meat, beer foam, and too much cologne. Someone had opened the sliding doors to the private terrace, letting the city night filter in—neon lights blinking like they were keeping rhythm with the beat of the song playing overhead.
Dan was sitting near the edge of the booth, a bit flushed, a little too sober for how tipsy he was acting. His beer was more foam than liquid, but his smile was soft, eyes dancing from face to face as Potato finished screaming his way through an off-key idol song with unearned confidence. Even though his singing left a lot to be desired, Daehyun cheered him on throughout all three minutes of the song, which finally ended with Yoongu bowing so deep he tumbled off the edge of the small platform. This only caused more cheers to erupt as he stumbled back up from the ground.
Yosep clapped and leaned back, cheeks pink. “I’m giving that a solid seven. Only because you actually stayed on beat this time.”
Potato collapsed dramatically into Namwook’s side. “Coach, did you hear him? He liked my singing!”
Namwook rolled his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips said otherwise. “I heard something. Watch your head when you do that, I don’t want to be dragging any of you to the ER tonight!”
After confirming Potato was in fact fine (and ready for his next performance), Dan glanced across the room hesitantly. Almost like he was waiting, Dan made eye contact with the only Team Black member who wasn’t swept away in the laughter and soju filled singing of the night. Just as quickly as their eyes met, the stare was broken as Dan flitted his eyes away, scared of what would happen if he looked too long.
Jaekyung stood near the bar cart, drink untouched. He nursed a glass of sparkling water like it was scotch, the ice cubes melting slowly between his fingers. He watched the room with unreadable eyes - watching Dan, more precisely. The older man glowed a little under the warm lights, cheeks rosy, laugh easy. The more small glances he caught of Dan, the more he realized how rare it was to see this side of the therapist. He felt as if he was catching a glimpse of the real Dan. Maybe without all the debt, without the looming dread of his grandmother passing, without loan sharks or life wearing him down until he was exhausted, maybe this is what he would look like.
It was easy to get lost in this thought, watching a softer and happier Dan, and Jaekyung caught himself smiling slightly watching Dan fervently deny being handed the karaoke remote, laughing quietly as Potato shoved it towards him.
And then he walked in.
All long limbs and perfectly styled pink hair, dressed like he was shooting a commercial instead of crashing a fight gym party. His grin was lazy, eyes scanning the room before settling on Dan and then back to the coaches.
“Hope I’m not too late,” Heesung said, voice as smooth as the soju he poured without asking. “Yoongu told me you guys were celebrating.”
Great. Jaekyung thought. So, this is Potato’s doing. Of course.
“Heesung-hyung!” Potato beamed. “You came!”
Jaekyung’s jaw ticked. He knew far too well exactly what Heesung was. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, though he hid it exceptionally well based on how the entirety of Team Black loved him. But Jaekyung did not care if his own gym mates fawned over Heesung, he only cared if a certain physical therapist did. Like clockwork, Heesung’s gaze feel directly on Dan, lighting up with an emotion that made Jaekyung’s blood run hot. He had seen it many times before at the club. Like an animal locked onto its prey.
Heesung made his way around the table, exchanging quick greetings and clasping shoulders, before sliding into the booth beside Dan - uninvited, but too charming for anyone to stop him.
Dan’s smile faltered, but only slightly. “Didn’t know you were coming,” he said, tone light. He hated feeling singled out, and he wasn’t naïve on how the rest of the team started stealing glances at the two from the corners of their eyes. Everyone knew Heesung’s motives, it seemed like he was known for being a bit of a lover boy.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Heesung poured him a drink, leaning in close. “You looked like you needed saving from Potato’s third encore.” Right on time, the small disco light in the corner kicked on again as another k-pop song started to fill the speakers.
Dan chuckled awkwardly. “He’s got spirit. That’s for sure!” Dan wanted to sink into his chair right there. Heesung had been pursuing him relentlessly for weeks. Now, under neon lights and steam from even more meat being placed on the grill, Dan could see that the small blush across Heesung’s features paired with his slightly unfocused eyes. As Heesung leaned in impossibly closer, discussing how he just renovated his penthouse and would love for Dan to stop by, Dan realized Heesung must have pre-gamed hard before wandering through the streets of Gangnam to crash the Team Black party. Trying to look anywhere but directly into Heesung’s eyes, Dan could feel his breath as he leaned in to whisper against the shell of Dan’s ear.
Across the room, Jaekyung’s grip on the glass tightened.
Namwook nudged him with an elbow. “Relax, kid. Heesung’s just being Heesung.”
Jaekyung didn’t look away. “He’s being a pain in my ass.”
Namwook laughed under his breath. “Then tell him to back off.” It was an empty threat. If anyone knew Jaekyung it was Namwook, and he also knew confronting Heesung would force Jaekyung to show he cared about something - and Namwook was more likely to win the lottery than to witness that.
“I would,” Jaekyung muttered. “If I gave a damn.”
But he was still watching. It was as if he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He couldn’t stop analyzing every micro expression on Dan’s face, even if each time Dan let out a quiet giggle or let his gaze linger on Heesung just a second longer didn’t make Jaekyung picture himself in a cop car tonight.
Heesung leaned in again, again whispering something into Dan’s ear. Whatever it was made Dan’s eyes go wide, then roll slightly. He pushed at Heesung’s shoulder, half-laughing, half-embarrassed. And Heesung? He grinned - wolfish, full of charm and confidence.
Then he did it.
He kissed him.
It was quick - more a press than a proper kiss - but it landed directly on Dan’s mouth, and it lingered for a breath longer than it should have. Dan froze. Everyone at the table did. The music didn’t.
Yosep blinked from across the booth. “Uh-”
Daehyun gasped audibly. “Wait. Was that-?”
Dan pulled back fast, hand rising to his lips. “Heesung-what was that?”
It was hard to hear over Potato’s screeching, he was oblivious to the events unfolding merely ten feet away. Heesung just smiled, shameless. Why should he feel shame? He couldn’t resist the Doc when he looked like an angel. Also, the bonus of pissing off Jaekyung wasn’t lost on him.
“What? You’re cute when you blush.”
Dan stared at him, speechless, flustered and confused. If he wanted to sink into his chair before, he wanted to be swallowed by the earth entirely by now. He didn’t know what to say, what to do - especially under so many eyes.
Especially under his.
Jaekyung stood up.
Not suddenly - not loud - but with a deliberate slowness that made the entire table go quiet. His face was blank, utterly unreadable. Only Namwook saw the twitch in his jaw, the flicker of something colder in his eyes.
“Jaekyung-” Yosep started, half-warning, but he was already moving.
He walked past the table, past the booth, past Dan - who looked up at him with something like panic in his eyes - and didn’t say a word.
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
He walked straight out of the room.
The door clicked behind him like a gavel.
Dan stood a second later, muttering, “Excuse me,” before hurrying after him, leaving behind a stunned silence. Watching Dan quickly walk out of the room finally caught Yoongu’s attention, who cut the track short and stared down at the table. “Did I miss something important - or did Jaekyung-hyung and Dan-hyung just leave to get more soju?” Potato added hesitantly.
Heesung watched the door close and slowly leaned back, his grin fading into something more thoughtful.
“Huh,” he murmured, eyes still on the door. “Guess I was right.”
Namwook exhaled. “You’re lucky he didn’t knock your teeth in.”
Namwook knew how far Jaekyung’s temper could go, but he felt oddly proud of the fighter for restraining himself. The bar was so low for Jaekyung that he considered it a good night if nobody left with any injuries. Despite this, he knew it was unlike Jaekyung to get worked up over this, he usually kept his outburst for things specifically relating to work. That did bother Namwook slightly as he processed how quickly the night had turned into something sour. Leave it to Heesung to rile Jaekyung up once again.
Heesung smirked faintly. “Yeah. Lucky me.”
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Dan didn’t think- he just followed. He’s not exactly sure why he did, but it was scary how automatic the reaction was.
The moment Jaekyung walked out, something ugly twisted in his gut. He mumbled a rushed “excuse me” to no one in particular, slipping out of the booth and pushing past the door, pulse loud in his ears. He wasn’t sure why Jaekyung had done that, but he knew he was better off facing the music now then later.
The hallway outside was quiet and dim, lined with peeling wallpaper and flickering lights-but Jaekyung was already gone. Since he had a good fifteen second head start, Dan wondered if he had already made it out the tinted front doors and into the crowd of nightlife waiting outside.
Dan’s chest was tight as he stepped into the chilly night. The city buzzed around him, all neon and exhaust fumes, but all he could see was Jaekyung - already down the street, broad shoulders tense under his coat, walking like he wanted to rip the sidewalk apart with each step. Dan knew that this was playing with fire. He knew he was running the chance of being burned badly.
Dan hesitated. A part of him whispered not to go. Not to follow. Jaekyung didn’t like being chased. He didn’t like being questioned. He didn’t like him, not really- not in any way that made sense.
But Dan followed anyway. He jogged a few paces, then slowed, unsure how close was too close.
“Mr. Joo,” he called softly.
No answer.
Dan chewed his lip. Maybe he didn’t hear him over the city, or he didn’t want to hear him
“Wait. Please.”
Jaekyung stopped.
He didn’t turn around, but his shoulders lifted - once, like a breath he was forcing himself to hold in.
Dan took a careful step closer. “Are you… okay?” He felt like he was reaching out to a ticking time bomb. As he slowly came into Jaekyung’s space under the streetlamp, he braced himself for the explosion.
The laugh that came from Jaekyung’s throat was low and bitter. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Dan flinched. His voice barely carried. “You just left. I didn’t know if I should… check.”
Dan really didn’t know. He had no idea what Jaekyung wanted, since he kept his feelings locked under a cold mask that Dan had never been able to break. Well, maybe once, but he still wasn’t sure if he dreamed that. He stared into Jaekyung tense back, muscles pulling the fabric of his coat across his shoulders.
Jaekyung turned then. His face was unreadable- cold, sharp, his jaw set so tight Dan could practically hear the restraint in it.
“Why would you check on me?” Jaekyung asked, voice too calm to be safe. Dan almost flinched at the monotonic tone. “I’m fine. Go the fuck back inside.”
Dan looked down; throat dry. “I just… you seemed upset.”
“I’m not.”
Dan nodded slowly, not believing it, but not brave enough to say so. “Okay.”
They stood there in the dull glow of the streetlamp. A car passed. The sound of laughter spilled out from the karaoke bar. Dan rubbed his hands together, not sure what he was doing - what he was allowed to do. Should he turn on his heel and go inside. Something inside of him panged with guilt at the thought.
“Was it… because of Heesung?” he asked, careful.
Jaekyung’s eyes flashed. His tone cut like a blade. “Why would I give a shit who you kiss?”
Dan swallowed hard. “I didn’t kiss him.” That is true, Dan added mentally.
“I fucking saw it.” Jaekyung’s tone slightly betrayed his cool exterior, which Dan mentally noted and pushed forward.
“I didn’t want it.” I thought he would have at least picked up on that. Dan once again kept that thought to himself.
Silence stretched between them. Dan shifted, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Something inside was clawing at him to push Jaekyung. To confront him on why that would make him upset. He felt like the emotional motion sickness from Jaekyung treating him as a tool, and then as a lover. Treating Dan as if he was digusted with him, and then healing him with a warm meal or quiet words.
His mind glimpsed at memories of Jaekyung in the TV light, laughing with Dan and teasing. Or him in the guest bedroom, peacefully asleep as blue light draped over him, just when the sun started to come up. Peaceful, soft, he almost looked his age. Dan hated seeing glimpses of Jaekyung without his usual scowl hanging on his features. It made him think about if they met in a different life. He didn’t know why he was even lost in these thoughts now. He did know, however, that he couldn’t push Jaekyung too hard. Not if he wanted Jaekyung to really hear him.
“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment, voice soft. “If I made you angry. I just didn’t know if I’d… done something wrong.”
Jaekyung stared at him, expression unreadable.
Dan bit his lip, then added, barely audible, “You don’t have to act like this. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. Or cross a line.”
“You didn’t.”
Dan nodded, glancing away, unsure what to do with his hands. “Okay. Then… I guess I’ll go back.”
He turned. Slowly, still bracing for an explosion of some kind behind his back.
“Dan.”
The sound of his name stopped him cold. The tone was unreadable, only placing him further on edge.
He looked over his shoulder. Jaekyung’s posture had changed - not relaxed, but less like a weapon waiting to fire. His voice was quieter now. Less cutting. Still rough.
“Come with me,” Jaekyung said. It was more of an order than an invitation.
Dan blinked. He was taken slightly aback by the sudden change in the fighter’s tone.
“Where?”
Jaekyung didn’t answer. He just looked at him like the question didn’t matter. Dan supposed it didn’t. He would go wherever Jaekyung asked him too. Maybe that was the sad part about this.
Still, Dan hesitated. His stomach twisted. Going with Jaekyung was always a gamble. He never knew what version he’d get. The cold professional. The angry MMA champion. The man who pulled him close only in the dark, never in daylight. Would the rest of Team Black wonder where they vanished too?
But still - Dan followed.
Because something had cracked tonight, just a little. The smallest little break, almost invisible to someone who didn’t know Jaekyung inside and out. But Dan did. And Dan wanted – needed - to understand what the hell it meant.
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Jaekyung sat in the corner of his sleek black sectional that looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine - modern angles, cold leather, and not a single wrinkle in the cushions unless he was in it. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls wrapped the penthouse, giving way to a glittering skyline. Seoul’s city lights spilled into the room like an audience he ignored.
He wasn’t looking at the view.
He was watching Dan.
Dan stood near the window, framed in neon and night. His arms wrapped around his own torso like he was trying to hold himself together. The citrus aftershave on his neck - clean, eager, too bold for his frame - was a scent Jaekyung hated. Loud, obvious. A scent Dan would never wear himself. Like Heesung. Like a reminder.
“He kissed me,” Dan said, voice quiet. “I didn’t start it.”
Jaekyung’s jaw tensed. His knuckles drummed the leather armrest, fingers flexing. “But you didn’t stop it.” Jaekyung knew he was being petty. He knew he was allowing the dark insecurities he kept locked down boil over. He just didn’t know why he was doing it. He had been at a loss for explaining pretty much all his recent behavior, especially to himself.
Dan turned slightly, posture tight. “I froze. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t know what to do.” The way Dan’s eyes casted over to meet Jaekyung’s, the pure desperation that he wanted Jaekyung to believe him. Jaekyung knew he was telling the truth; he knew that Dan couldn’t lie even if he tried. But still, he couldn’t stop the dark spiral in his chest.
“You fucking looked right at me,” Jaekyung said, tone low, even - but lethal. “While it happened.”
That wasn’t exactly true, of course. Dan had found Jaekyung eyes immediately after, the first person he sought after. Not the reactions of Team Black, not Heesung’s satisfied smirk or Potato’s oblivious performance, but Jaekyung. He had looked to see what Jaekyung would do. Jaekyung didn’t know why but that only made him angrier. Maybe that’s why he had given Dan the show his dark side thought he wanted.
Dan flinched. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
Jaekyung didn’t respond right away. Outside, a thousand windows blinked in silence. Inside, the only thing real was the burn spreading in his chest, bitter and hard to name.
“I didn’t do it to make you jealous,” Dan added, softer. “I didn’t th- think you’d care.”
There it was. Jaekyung has to restrain himself from the bitter laughter rising in his throat. Of course, why would he care? He had done everything in his power to convince the therapist that he would never care, and never did. Treated him like shit, held money over his head just so he could continue his own fantasy of having access to Dan whenever he wanted, even lashing out when Dan had presented him with a birthday gift.
Yea, he had done an amazing job at getting the message across that he absolutely did not care. So why did it tear his stomach in half when he remembered the look on Dan’s face as Heesung leaned in.
“I don’t,” Jaekyung snapped, too quickly. The lie cracked like ice. He sat forward, elbows on his knees, the tension in his body coiled like a trap. “It’s not about that.” He silently prayed that Dan wouldn’t push it any further, he didn’t know why he was doing this any more than Dan did.
Dan stepped closer, cautious, uncertain. “Then w-what is it?” Of course, Jaekyung thought, Dan not pushing it would be too much to ask for.
Jaekyung’s lips parted, but nothing came out. He ran a hand through his hair, annoyed with himself. The thoughts raced through his head quicker than he could process them. This wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Dan wasn’t supposed to matter. He was just a body. A warm fix. Something to use and forget.
“I don’t like being disrespected,” he muttered at last. There. At least he could blame this on his pseudo-rivalry with Heesung. That would be an easier fix.
Dan’s brow furrowed. He was obviously not buying it. “I-Is that really all?”
Jaekyung looked up slowly, and his voice came out like a warning. “Don’t push me.”
Dan stopped in his tracks; shoulders curled in. “I just… I wanted to know what I am to you. Sometimes it feels like I’m a tool for your…needs. Sometimes it…doesn’t feel that way.” Dan added the last part hesitantly, remembering the last time he brought up the notion of Jaekyung being kind to him against all logic.
Jaekyung stood suddenly, sharp and tall, and Dan instinctively stepped back. His presence was looming, he has a good seven inches on him, not to mention his frame practically engulfed Dan’s.
But then Jaekyung stepped closer. Dan shrunk slightly; he knew where this could go. But this time it felt like there was too much on the line to just let it go. He wanted to finish what was started.
Jaekyung didn’t reach for Dan gently - he never did. He cupped Dan’s jaw firmly, tilting his face up, eyes boring into him like he was trying to find some proof inside. He knew Dan was telling the truth about everything, just like he knew Dan deserved an answer for riding on his rollercoaster of emotions, but he couldn’t articulate what he himself couldn’t understand.
“You’re not a tool,” he said, voice low and sharp. “And you know it.”
Dan’s breath caught. Immediately, the comeback came to mind. Jaekyung had told him that. No Jaekyung had insisted on that. So why is he backpedaling now?
“…Then what am I?” Dan was afraid to ask, fearing that whatever Jaekyung answered would only confuse him more.
Only Jaekyung didn’t answer. His lips crashed into Dan’s before words could ruin it. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t slow. It was possession.
Dan melted into it without thinking, his hands hesitating before clutching Jaekyung’s sides, slightly unsure of where to land. They had done this countless times at this point, but something about the way Jaekyung’s hand wrapped around to grip the back of his neck felt different. The kiss deepened, messy and bruising.
Jaekyung didn’t just kiss - he took. Backed Dan up until the back of his knees hit the couch. Dan flinched slightly at the sheer power of Jaekyung’s hands groping him, almost as if he thought Dan was going to fight it. Try to turn and run out the penthouse, escape Jaekyung and his baggage that Dan never asked to be punished by.
But Dan knew that he would stay right where he was. He was so used to the harshness of Jaekyung’s teeth clashing into his and stone-grey eyes watching him fall apart mercilessly. He was accustomed to the cold intimacy and detached love. Jaekyung fucked him like he owned him, and Dan hated that Jaekyung truly did.
Dan fell, breathless, and Jaekyung followed, pressing him into the cushions like gravity didn’t apply to anyone else.
He tugged at Dan’s shirt, hands moving rough and fast. Dan gasped as fingers slid under fabric and dragged along bare skin, as though Jaekyung needed to remind himself - this is mine. A memory of pink hair tickling Dan’s red cheeks looped in Jaekyung’s mind.
“You always let people touch you like that?” Jaekyung asked, breath hot against Dan’s neck. This was bad. Once Jaekyung opened his mouth, Dan was in over his head. He couldn’t admit it, even to himself, but the things Jaekyung whispered to his neck almost always sent him over the edge.
“No,” Dan whispered, shivering beneath him. “Just you. I didn’t ask him to do that.” Dan added the last part innocently, even in the heat of the moment. To remind Jaekyung he didn’t initiate what happened in that booth, even if he was talking to a brick wall at this point.
Jaekyung pulled back slightly, his lips red, eyes darker than Dan had ever seen them. He didn’t know where to start with Dan. When he first saw him standing outside the ring, looking up with his big doe eyes and perfect lips, facial structure sent from heaven itself. His hair was falling softly against his brows, with his scrubs fitting his lean frame like they were tailored for him. Jaekyung should have known he was fucked then.
Dan was more than exactly Jaekyung’s type, it was like he was custom made for him. Maybe, that’s why others touching what was made for him struck a nerve so deep in his chest.
“You still think I don’t care?” he asked, voice ragged. Too strained.
Dan looked up at him, flushed and wide-eyed, heart thudding in his chest. “I don’t know what to think anymore.” Once again, Dan couldn’t lie. Every action of Jaekyung’s up to this point was flooding his head, as he quickly tried to piece together a puzzle, he didn’t have any real pieces for.
“Then stop thinking,” Jaekyung growled. “Let me show you.”
He pushed Dan down again, harder this time. Their bodies moved like a storm - heat and tension and desperation colliding. Jaekyung didn’t ask permission. He didn’t need to. Dan gave in the moment their mouths met, overwhelmed by the weight of Jaekyung’s need - by his own.
Dan flinched as a warm calloused hand slid down his waist and under the band of his boxers. He whined pathetically, already losing himself to feeling of Jaekyung devouring him. Slowly, long fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. Jaekyung brought his lips the shell of Dan’s ear as he began moving his hand in short jerks, gathering the wetness around the tip to tease it in the way he knew tortured him. “You like it when I grab your cock, huh?”
The air thickened with heat and want. Dan’s shirt was half-off, Jaekyung’s other hand was roaming and flicking across Dan’s nipples, sending goosebumps down his arms. Dan’s moans were quiet, soft and strained. Like he can’t help himself, Jaekyung smirked.
“You thinking about him now, babe?” Jaekyung smugly murmured against his collarbone.
“N-No si- ahh” He sped up his hand around Dan’s cock before Dan could even answer
Dan’s nails dug into his shoulders. It was overwhelming. Jaekyung’s bare chest pressed against his own, the absolute filth that Jaekyung was whispering in his ear. “Just you,” he gasped out.
The fighter seemed pleased with that answer as he continued to tease Dan’s tip mercilessly, addicted to the power he had over pulling Dan apart as his moans grew louder and bolder. “That’s right, hyung.” He knew the power that word had on Dan, and he confirmed his choice when he felt Dan shiver quickly against him.
He dropped his voice an octave, now right up against Dan’s ear. “Remember who makes you feel this good”
That was all it took to send Dan into seeing white, a million nerves erupting inside of him as he clung to Jaekyung’s shoulders. He was cumming all over Jaekyung’s hand as he shook, a mess of incoherent words falling out as his eyes rolled back.
Slowly, Jaekyung thought, then he would watch him come undone on his cock, ramming into him until he was an incoherent mess and all he could remember was Jaekyung’s name. But first he could enjoy the show of an overstimulated Dan begging him for mercy.
“P-Ple- Mr. Joo pl-” Dan started to beg against Jaekyung’s chest. “AHH I just came pl- Ha”
Something snapped in Jaekyung as he watched Kim Dan writhe under him, clinging to his arms and crying out that it was too much while Jaekyung kept teasing the underside of his cock. That weird dark feeling that he wanted to be the only one to see this forever, that these sounds and the tears starting to gather in Dan’s eyes from the slow pace of his hand where only his.
It wasn’t just Heesung that could not have him. Nobody could.
Everything blurred after that – Dan was quickly flipped onto his stomach, arms resting on the top of the couch cushions, his chest jumped at how easily Jaekyung can move him, like a doll. Jaekyung kneeled behind him, one knee dipping on the couch next to his. Before he could react, cold lube was dripping down his ass, making him shiver as it slid down the heat of his thighs.
Turning over his shoulder, he could see Jaekyung with an unreadable expression as he pulled Dan’s cheeks apart and examined the perfectly pink hole against Dan’s ivory skin. Jaekyung licked his lips, silently vowing to get a taste next time, when he wasn’t so hard he could rip through his boxers. Dan whined impatiently, eager for Jaekyung to do something – anything- to take the edge off. Jaekyung’s touch, the validation from seeing him hungry over Dan, it was only making him more dazed.
He was completely lost now, bucking his hips back and whimpering to get the message across. Jaekyung only chuckled lowly, as he pushed two fingers in without warning. As he suspected, Dan was still loose from their activities earlier that morning, and he sucked in the fingers with ease. Tingles ran throughout Dan’s body as his whimpers grew louder, embarrassingly loud for how desperate he looked.
Jaekyung’s fingers slammed into him hard, hitting the spot that made his toes clench and vision go white. “S-Sir I- I-” He couldn’t get the words out as Jaekyung kept hitting that spot with surgical precision, smirking as he snatched Dan’s head back to look up at him. He wished he could hang a picture of Kim Dan in this lighting. Completely bright red and fucked out, tears and a pleading look in his eyes, he looked like a wet dream.
He babbled nonsense as Jaekyung felt his walls flutter around the now three fingers, he had fucked him long enough to know what that meant.
“You gonna cum again, hm?” He teased Dan by pulling out his fingers, soaking in the whines that Dan slipped out while chasing his fingers back with his hips. “AH – p-please sir.. I was – pleas-” He grinded his hips back against Jaekyung’s lower abs, knees almost slipping off of the couch as he searched for that feeling again. He wanted to be full. It was a feeling only Jaekyung had ever made him feel, full and wanted. He could deny it most of the time, but with neon skylights outlining Jaekyung’s chiseled arms and sharp jaw, Dan could let himself surrender to this part of himself for just a moment.
Jaekyung smacked Dan swiftly on his left cheek, causing Dan’s mouth to fall open as he screamed out. He stopped chasing back with his hips, instead catching his breath as Jaekyung released his hair and his head dropped beneath his shoulders again. Jaekyung leaned forward to his ear, Dan shuddered at feeling his warm chest pressed against his back, and breath tickling Dan’s neck.
“How bad do you want me to fuck you, babe?” Dan felt the tip of his cock pushing in, just enough to feel the burn and stretch he was craving, but not enough to reach that place inside that only Jaekyung knew about. He whined desperately as he shifted his hips back to suck more of Jaekyung in. Like Jaekyung read his mind, his hands already gripped his hips to stop him.
“Ah-Ah.” Jaekyung chastised him. “Answer me.” Dan couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the smug smirk that Jaekyung had on his face.
He knew that when Jaekyung got into this mood, it was just better to answer his filthy questions. The quicker Dan played his game, the quicker they got to the part that Dan was dying for.
“Pl-please Mr. Joo..” He cringed before he spit out the next part, “ I-I want you to f-fuck me..” He knew he sounded desperate, he didn’t even care. Not when he felt Jaekyung’s heartbeat speed up against his back, a low groan tumbling out as Jaekyung tried to resist moving his hips.
But he wanted to hear Dan say it. Somewhere deep inside he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he humiliated Dan and broke him down the way he humiliated himself at that bar. He knew that was fucked up, but his dick got harder thinking about claiming Dan as his.
“Tell me I’m the only one that gets to do this. That Heesung will never get to feel this-” He emphasized his point but ghosting his thumb where Dan’s rim stretched around his tip, causing Dan to cry out before he could answer. As Dan gathered his words against the overwhelming want to slam his hips back, he finally conceded to Jaekyung’s game.
“O-Only you si-r…please put it i-in” Dan wanted to sound confident, but he couldn’t hide his shaky speech or how desperate he truly felt clenching only around the tip of Jaekyung’s huge cock, he was so close to that feeling. All he could do was drop his head and whine, waiting for Jaekyung to act.
“God, I’ve turned you into such a good slut.” Jaekyung growled out as he slammed all the way in, starting to fuck into Dan with brutal thrust. His pace was only quickening, slamming into Dan hard enough that the couch started to creak and move against the wall. He didn’t care though, he could only feel Dan’s so soft walls and perfect whimpers growing louder. This was probably the closest thing he could experience to a drug, something addicting that takes over your mind until you have it again. He began to stop after every thrust and grind, chasing the feeling of Dan clenching around him and screaming his name so loud he questioned if the floors below him could hear.
Not that he cared, as he rammed into Dan wishing that Heesung could be there to see this. Dan bawling underneath him, overstimulated, and choking on air when Jaekyung stretched him so well his eyes roll back. Dan reaching behind him to grab Jaekyung’s wrist, arching his back and taking all of Jaekyung like he was made to do it. If only he could show Heesung how he and he alone had turned Dan into this, a perfect whore just for him. And him only.
Before he could stop himself, he was yanking Dan’s head back again, smashing their lips together as Jaekyung let go. He started fucking him even harder, animalistic thrust as he poured out all of it. The confusion about how he wanted to do this with Dan forever, the anger that he knew he couldn’t. His own baggage, his problems, he knew he would fuck it up. As he slammed into Dan, feeling his walls massage away that tension, he knew he was fucked. When Jaekyung licked Dan’s bottom lip and went right back devouring him, he felt a familiar flutter of Dan’s walls, accompanied by a particularly high pitch squeal Dan just couldn’t hold in. He peeled himself off of Dan’s mouth.
“That’s the spot, huh? Right there?” It was too easy to make Dan fall apart, Jaekyung laughed to himself. Dan clutched the couch cushion beneath his fingers as Jaekyung lined himself up to slam into the sweet spot, validated by Dans high pitched mewls and screams as he got closer to his release. Once Jaekyung recognized this, he reached around and grabbed Dan’s cock again, this time wrapping only around the base and squeezing.
It all came crashing down on Dan, the low voice whispering in his ear, the grip on his cock, the fullness of Jaekyung filling him and loving him, even if it was Jaekyung’s version of intimacy. He came with Jaekyung’s gravely voice glued to his ear, talking him through it. After Dan squeezed so tightly around Jaekyung that he saw stars, he also came grinding deep inside Dan seconds after.
They sat like that a few seconds, Jaekyung laying on top of Dan’s back, heaving like he just ran a marathon. Catching his breath, he let his eyes fall shut as he focused on how warm Dan was under him. Dan was still floating, but slowly coming down as his body felt like concrete.
The city glittered beyond the glass, impersonal and cold. But here, inside, the world burned down to just the two of them. They were silent for a while, but a comfortable silence that didn’t need to be broken. Just something so innocently intimate as Jaekyung laid down and dragged Dan with him.
As Jaekyung slowly slid out, stopping to watch his cum leak out of Dan at a painfully slow pace, he felt an urge he was unfamiliar with. He wanted to feel Dan’s heartbeat again, against him somehow. It had only been a few seconds, but he missed the warmth already. Without thinking, Jaekyung pulled him closer, still basking in the silence between the two.
When it was over, Dan lay curled into Jaekyung’s side, his skin warm and damp. Jaekyung’s chest rose and fell beneath him. One arm lay loosely across Dan’s back - not pulling him closer, but not pushing him away either.
Dan shifted slightly, lips brushing Jaekyung’s jaw.
“You’re so jealous ,” he whispered. He did feel something had changed tonight. They have done this so many times before, but somehow this felt different. He even felt comfortably teasing Jaekyung in the post-orgasmic high he was floating in. Slowly, he felt his eyelids start to drop clothes as he registered the soft pillow that was Jaekyung’s chest and the quiet hum of the AC.
Jaekyung didn’t respond at first. Then his lips brushed Dan’s temple- much softer than expected.
“You like it,” he muttered.
Dan smiled faintly. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I guess I do.”