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Joong Archen was not a patient man.
Not usually, anyway. He had learned patience from long days on set, from rehearsals that stretched into the early hours of the morning, from interviews that demanded the same stories retold in new words. He was careful, disciplined, and steady.
Only Dunk Natachai had a way of making him lose control.
The day had been routine until the notification appeared on Joong’s phone, glowing innocently in the palm of his hand.
> Instagram: dunknatachai posted a photo.
Joong tapped on it without a thought. And then time stopped.
Dunk.
Sitting by the window in soft, golden light.
Wearing Joong’s white shirt.
The fabric hung carelessly off his frame, collar slipping down to reveal far too much - the delicate curve of his neck, the sharp line of his collarbone, pale skin glowing as if begging to be kissed. His lips were slightly parted, his gaze calm, almost distant.
But to Joong, it was obscene. Intimate. A private view stolen by the world.
His chest tightened, blood surging hot through his veins. Does he know what he’s doing to me?
He did. Joong was certain of it. Dunk knew exactly how he looked in that shirt, exactly how it would drive Joong insane to see him like that while being unable to touch him.
The rest of the schedule passed in a blur. Joong laughed when prompted, smiled at the cameras, nodded through staff meetings. But beneath the surface, his mind was a storm of want. He saw the shirt in every reflection. He heard Dunk’s soft laugh in his ears. He felt the phantom brush of his collarbone against his lips.
By the time the day ended, Joong wasn’t thinking anymore. He was burning.
The apartment door clicked open. Dunk stepped inside, humming softly as he set his bag down. He didn’t even have time to call out before Joong was there - slamming the door shut, crowding him against it, every line of his body coiled tight.
“Joong?” Dunk blinked in surprise, tilting his head. “You’re home ear-”
The words broke off into a gasp as Joong’s hand slid to his shoulder, tilting his face up. His eyes were molten, his voice a low growl.
“You,” he said, like a curse, like a prayer. “Do you have any idea what you did to me today?”
Dunk swallowed, his pulse quickening under Joong’s fingers. “What are you talking about?”
“The picture,” Joong snapped, pressing closer. His breath was hot against Dunk’s cheek, his lips hovering just shy of contact. “You. In my shirt. Showing off what belongs to me. Do you know how badly I wanted to drag you away the second I saw it?”
Dunk blinked at him, lips twitching with the faintest smile, and whispered. “I just thought it looked good…”
“Good?” Joong’s laugh was dark, dangerous. “You looked sinful. And now-” his thumb dragged slowly across Dunk’s lower lip, “you’re going to deal with what you started.”
Before Dunk could respond, Joong’s mouth was on his.
It wasn’t a kiss - it was a claim. Rough, desperate, all teeth and tongue, as if Joong wanted to devour him whole. Dunk gasped, hands flying to Joong’s shoulders for balance, his knees buckling under the force of it.
Joong didn’t relent. His mouth moved down, biting at Dunk’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises that bloomed dark against pale skin. Dunk moaned helplessly, arching back against the door.
“Mine,” Joong growled against his throat, marking him again. “I’ll cover you in so many bruises, no one will ever mistake it again.”
In one swift motion, Joong hoisted Dunk up, forcing him to wrap his legs around his waist. The sudden lift drew a startled cry from Dunk, muffled when Joong’s mouth devoured him again.
Joong pressed him hard against the wall, grinding their hips together with slow, deliberate friction that made Dunk’s head fall back in a gasp.
“Joong-”
“Feel that?” Joong hissed, lips brushing his ear. “That’s what you did to me. All day. Sitting there looking innocent while I was losing my mind.”
Dunk’s nails dug into Joong’s shoulders, his breath coming fast. “I… I didn’t mean to-”
“Yes, you did,” Joong cut him off, his teeth nipping his earlobe. “You wanted this. You wanted me like this.”
Dunk whimpered, his body trembling, betraying him even as he tried to form words.
Joong smirked darkly, biting his way back down to his neck. “Beg for it,” he ordered, voice rough.
“Joong, please..” Dunk gasped, his voice breaking.
“That’s it,” Joong murmured, his grip tightening on Dunk’s hips. “Beg for me, baby. I want to hear how much you need me.”
And Dunk did - breathless, desperate pleas spilling from his lips as Joong ground him against the wall, leaving him undone, already trembling with want.
Dunk’s voice was wrecked when Joong finally tore him away from the wall. His legs clung weakly to Joong’s waist as he was carried down the hall, mouths colliding in sloppy, heated kisses that left both of them gasping for air.
The bedroom door slammed behind them. Joong lowered Dunk onto the mattress with a soft growl of approval, letting him fall back against the cool sheets. Dunk’s knees bent instinctively, legs parting without thought as his breath hitched. The white shirt had slipped almost completely off, leaving pale skin glimmering under the warm light of the room.
Joong paused at the edge of the bed, drinking in the sight before him. Dunk looked vulnerable, exposed, and utterly beautiful. The soft curve of his neck, the way his thighs flexed under the sheets, flushed and swollen-lipped, hair mussed, shirt half-open and clinging to his skin. A vision. A temptation. A curse. It was all too much. Every instinct screamed to claim, to mark, to make sure the world knew Dunk belonged to him.
His.
“Do you even realize,” Joong said slowly, his voice dark with restraint, “how perfect you look right now? How much do you me want to ruin you?”
Dunk’s breath hitched, his eyes wide, but instead of shrinking back, his body arched - submissive, inviting, begging without words.
The last of Joong’s control snapped.
He climbed onto the bed, pinning Dunk’s wrists above his head with one hand. His mouth devoured Dunk’s, kissing him rough and unrelenting, his tongue claiming every sound until Dunk whimpered beneath him.
“You think you can tease me and get away with it?” Joong growled between kisses, dragging his free hand down Dunk’s chest. His fingers teased a nipple, pinching lightly until Dunk gasped and twisted under him. “No, baby. Tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to. You’re mine,” Joong murmured, voice low and possessive, almost a growl. “All of you. Do you understand?”
Dunk’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping. “Y-Yes… I’m yours,” he whispered, voice trembling, eyes shining with need.
Joong didn’t wait. He moved forward, mouth claiming Dunk’s lips in a kiss that was urgent and raw. Tongue brushed against tongue, teeth nipping lightly, a mix of pleasure and ownership that left Dunk gasping and arching toward him. Joong’s hands roamed freely - gripping hips, tracing ribs, pressing against the soft curve of Dunk’s stomach.
“Do you feel that?” Joong murmured against his neck, teeth grazing the hollow beneath Dunk’s jaw. “That’s how badly you’ve ruined me. Showing me this… making me wait all day while you tease me. I can’t handle it.”
Dunk whimpered, nails digging into Joong’s shoulders. His body was already betraying him, trembling with anticipation. “Joong… please-”
“Yes,” Joong growled, pressing firmly down, “please what baby?” His hand trailed lower, brushing teasingly along Dunk’s hip before slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. Dunk gasped at the touch, arching instinctively, pressing closer. Joong’s fingers circled, stroked, and flicked with precision that left Dunk moaning uncontrollably.
“Say it,” Joong demanded, voice rough. “Tell me how much you need me. Tell me you belong to me.”
“Joong! I… I’m yours! Only yours!” Dunk cried out, voice breaking, his body trembling, knees weak.
“That’s it,” Joong murmured, eyes dark with satisfaction. “That’s my boy. You like being claimed, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, please…” Dunk shivered, nails raking down Joong’s back. Every touch, every whisper, every bite drove him closer to the edge.
Joong finally leaned down fully, lips tracing the line from Dunk’s neck to his chest. His hands followed, squeezing, pressing, teasing nipples until Dunk’s breath came in ragged gasps. Each bite left a mark, each press of his lips a claim. Dunk moaned, writhing beneath him, unable to stop himself, unable to resist.
“Do you want me to stop?” Joong whispered mockingly, lips brushing the sensitive skin of Dunk’s inner thighs.
“No… don’t stop,” Dunk gasped. “Please… I need you…”
The words were all Joong needed. With a soft growl, he positioned himself, aligning carefully before entering Dunk. The gasp that tore from Dunk’s throat was music to Joong’s ears, and he didn’t pause. He moved slowly at first, letting Dunk adjust, letting every inch of him feel claimed.
Joong’s hands gripped Dunk’s hips, holding him tight as he began to move - slow, deep thrusts that made Dunk cry out, arching against him, gripping the sheets. Every movement was measured, controlling, possessive. Joong leaned down, mouth brushing Dunk’s shoulder, teeth grazing the soft skin, murmuring, “Mine. All mine.”
Dunk’s body shuddered, every nerve alight with pleasure and need. “Joong… harder… please…” he begged, voice breathless, pleading.
Joong obliged, increasing his pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, each one a statement of ownership. Dunk moaned, his body trembling, hips lifting to meet every movement. Joong’s fingers slid under his thighs, lifting, pressing, keeping him perfectly aligned, perfectly marked.
“You feel so good,” Joong growled, moving faster, more intensely. “So beautiful. So mine. You don’t even know how much I’ve wanted this, wanted you like this.”
Dunk’s hands were tangled in Joong’s hair, pulling him down, kissing him desperately. “I… I’m yours, Joong… only yours… please… don’t stop…”
Joong’s grip tightened, teeth nipping lightly at his jaw as he whispered, “My good boy… that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He thrust harder, faster, watching Dunk’s reaction, drinking in the sounds of surrender, pleasure, and need.
The world outside disappeared. There was only him and Dunk - sweat-slicked skin, ragged breathing, moans that filled the room. Every touch, every bite, every whispered word was a claim. Dunk’s cries grew louder, body writhing, legs trembling, as Joong fucked him hard and unrelentingly.
Finally, he felt it - the tremor of Dunk’s climax building beneath him. “Cum for me,” Joong commanded, voice rough, low, possessive. “Show me who you belong to.”
Dunk’s body convulsed around him, moaning his name, crying out, utterly undone. Joong followed seconds later, his release overwhelming, muscles taut, heat radiating between them. He collapsed beside Dunk, pulling him close, stilling him against his chest.
They lay there, heaving, sweat mingling, bodies intertwined. Joong pressed soft kisses along Dunk’s shoulder, jaw, and temple. “Mine,” he whispered again, this time more gently. “Always mine.”
Dunk, still shivering from the aftershocks, curled into him, letting himself melt into Joong’s hot embrace. “Always yours,” he whispered back, voice trembling, a soft smile curving on his lips.
Joong stroked his hair, rocking them together slowly. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a promise: possession, protection, and love. And as Dunk’s breathing gradually slowed, Joong whispered into the quiet room, “Next time you post a picture like that, I’ll make sure you remember exactly what you’re doing to me.”
Dunk chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Joong’s chest. “Maybe I want you to lose your mind again.”
Joong grinned, brushing his lips over the top of Dunk’s head. “Then post away, baby. But remember, you’re mine. Always.”
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across the sheets where Dunk lay pressed against Joong. The room smelled faintly of sweat, sex, and the faint hint of Joong’s cologne - warm, intoxicating, and utterly comforting.
Dunk stirred, blinking slowly, body still humming from the night before. He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, only to feel Joong’s strong arms tighten around him.
“You’re moving,” Joong murmured, voice thick with sleep and something darker. “Don’t think I’ll let you get away.”
Dunk giggled softly, nuzzling into Joong’s chest. “I wasn’t going anywhere…”
“Uh-huh,” Joong replied, a lazy smirk forming as he brushed a lock of hair from Dunk’s forehead. “Sure. You just want me to think you can get away so I can remind you whose boy you are.”
Dunk’s cheeks flushed, and he pressed closer. “Maybe I do…”
Joong’s hand slid down Dunk’s side, teasing along the curve of his hip. “Maybe?” he echoed, low and playful. “Let’s see if you mean that.”
Before Dunk could respond, Joong leaned over him, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. Dunk shivered, gasping softly as Joong’s lips trailed down to his collarbone, teeth grazing gently. “You feel too good, even half-asleep,” Joong murmured. “Look at you… still mine, still beautiful…”
Dunk couldn’t help but moan, squirming slightly against him. “Joong… stop teasing…”
“Oh, I don’t plan to stop,” Joong replied with a grin, sliding a hand under the sheets. “You think last night was the only time I was going to claim you ?”
Dunk’s eyes widened, a shiver of anticipation running through him. “Joong…”
“Yes, baby. I’m serious,” Joong whispered, lips brushing Dunk’s ear. “I could spend all morning reminding you who you belong to. Every inch of you.”
And he did. Fingers tracing, lips pressing, whispered words that made Dunk melt beneath him. Every touch was both gentle and possessive, teasing but demanding. Dunk laughed breathlessly, moaned softly, tried to wiggle away, only to be captured again in Joong’s arms.
“You’re ridiculous,” Dunk gasped, pressing a hand to Joong’s chest.
“I’m ridiculously in love with you,” Joong corrected, a low rumble in his voice. “Ridiculously obsessed with you. Ridiculously… desperate to have you in every way, all the time.”
Dunk could only whimper, arching instinctively, and Joong grinned, leaning down to kiss him with all the possessive tenderness of the night before. Every brush of lips, every sigh, every touch was a claim renewed.
Finally, after what felt like both eternity and mere minutes, Joong pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against Dunk’s. “You’re mine,” he whispered softly, smiling down at him. “Completely, utterly mine.”
Dunk’s hands curled into Joong’s shoulders, eyes shining. “Always,” he breathed. “Always yours.”
Joong chuckled, pressing one last lingering kiss to Dunk’s lips. “Good. Now… breakfast, then round two,” he murmured, playful and possessive all at once. “Don’t think you get a moment of peace, my boy.”
Dunk laughed, resting his head back against Joong’s chest, heart hammering from both exhaustion and anticipation. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered, letting himself melt entirely into Joong’s arms.
Dunk thought he could sneak a shower after breakfast, but as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he found Joong lounging on the bed, shirtless, hair tousled, eyes dark and smoldering.
“You really thought you could get away from me?” Joong asked, voice lazy but sharp, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Even after this morning?”
Dunk swallowed, cheeks flushing, heart hammering. “I… I just wanted - ”
“You wanted to tease me,” Joong interrupted, rolling off the bed and stalking toward him. “You knew exactly what you were doing yesterday. That picture… that look… you know it drove me insane, right?”
“Yes!” Dunk admitted, eyes wide. “I didn’t think - ”
“You didn’t think I’d remember? That I’d punish you again?” Joong murmured, sliding a hand down Dunk’s arm in a light, teasing brush. “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood this morning…”
Dunk shivered, goosebumps rising under Joong’s touch. “And if you’re not?”
Joong’s grin darkened, eyes glittering with mischief. “Then I’d make sure you never forget how much you belong to me.” He leaned closer, whispering against Dunk’s ear, “Even in public, baby. Even when you think you’re safe.”
Dunk swallowed hard, heat spreading through him. “Joong…”
“Shhh…” Joong hushed him, trailing fingers down his chest, under his shirt. “Quiet. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”
Later, as they left the apartment for errands, Joong stayed unnervingly close, hands brushing Dunk’s wherever he could. At the restaurant, he would nudge Dunk with a thigh under the table, whispering, “Remember last night? You felt that good, didn’t you?”
Dunk flushed violently in the middle of the produce aisle, heart racing. “Joong! People are - ”
“Don’t care,” Joong cut him off, fingers tracing along Dunk’s waist. “You’re mine. Everyone can see… but only I get to touch.”
Even texting during the day, Joong’s messages kept Dunk on edge: short, commanding, and dripping with possessive heat.
“Think about yesterday. Think about me. I’m watching, waiting, and I’m not letting you forget.”
Dunk’s fingers trembled over his phone. He laughed nervously, cheeks burning. “He’s impossible,” he whispered aloud to himself, knowing Joong would find a way to punish that thought later.
By the time evening rolled around, Dunk was trembling again - not just from the memory of last night and of the same morning, but from anticipation. Joong didn’t need to say a word. His presence, the way his hand casually brushed Dunk’s arm, the way his eyes lingered a fraction too long on Dunk’s collarbone, was enough to set him on fire.
“Joong…” Dunk murmured as they returned home, voice low and almost pleading. “Please… I can’t… I need - ”
Joong silenced him with a kiss that was both tender and claiming, deep enough to make Dunk’s knees weak. “Good,” he murmured against his lips, “because I’ve been thinking all day about how I’m going to make you mine again. And I haven’t even started yet.”
Dunk shivered, pressing closer. “Please… don’t stop,” he whispered, giving himself over entirely to Joong’s control.
Joong grinned against his neck, low and possessive. “I never stop, baby. You’re mine all day, every day, in every way. And don’t you forget it.”
The city lights filtered through the curtains as Joong finally pulled Dunk back into their apartment. Dunk’s body was already warm with anticipation, hot pink cheeks, remembering every brush of Joong’s hands, every whispered word, every teasing glance from earlier in the day.
Joong didn’t waste a second. He closed the door behind them, pressing Dunk against it, lips crashing onto his in a hungry kiss, claiming, and demanding all at once. Dunk’s knees buckled slightly, melting into him, hands tangled in Joong’s hair, heart hammering.
“You’ve been mine all day,” Joong murmured against his lips, voice low and rough. “Thinking about me, craving me… and now I finally get you again.”
“Yes… please, Joong…” Dunk whimpered, body arching toward him. “I need you…”
“Need me?” Joong echoed, smirking as he slipped his hands beneath Dunk’s shirt, fingers tracing the familiar path across his skin. “You’ve needed me since the moment I saw that picture. Admit it.”
“I do! I… I’ve needed you all day…” Dunk gasped, pressing closer. “Only you…”
Joong grinned, lips tracing Dunk’s neck, teeth grazing lightly, leaving tiny marks. Every touch, every kiss, every low growl was a claim, and Dunk moaned in response, body shivering with anticipation.
Slowly, deliberately, Joong guided Dunk to the bed. This time, he didn’t rush. Every kiss, every hand, every whispered word was meant to stretch the tension, to make Dunk ache for him more than before. Fingers danced across sensitive spots, teasing, stroking, pressing just enough to make him gasp, squirm, whimper.
“You’re mine,” Joong whispered repeatedly, voice rough, possessive. “Mine. Mine. Mine. And I’ll prove it, again and again, until you can’t remember what it feels like to belong to anyone else.”
Dunk shivered, biting his lip. “Joong… please… I can’t… I’m so… yours…”
Joong leaned down, teeth brushing Dunk’s earlobe. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Then, slowly, he entered him, letting Dunk adjust, letting every inch of him feel Joong’s dominance and ownership.
The movements this time were deliberate, teasing, torturous. Joong shifted angles, changed pace, paused to trail kisses along Dunk’s shoulder, chest, inner thighs - each pause designed to make Dunk shiver, writhe, and beg.
“You like being claimed, don’t you?” Joong murmured, voice rough, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Dunk’s neck.
“Yes! Yes, Joong… only you… please…” Dunk cried, body trembling uncontrollably.
Joong increased his pace, hands gripping Dunk’s hips firmly. Every thrust was deep, precise, overwhelming. Dunk’s moans filled the room, ragged, desperate, completely surrendered.
“You’re beautiful, my darling,” Joong growled, lips brushing Dunk’s jaw, hands pressing him flat against the mattress. “So perfect… so mine. Every sound you make… mine. Every tremble… mine. Every inch… mine.”
Dunk gasped, body convulsing as pleasure, and needed to be coiled tighter and tighter. “Joong… I… I’m… yours…”
“Say it,” Joong demanded, voice rough and commanding. “Say it properly.”
“I’m yours! All yours! Only yours!” Dunk cried, nails digging into Joong’s shoulders, hips arching, voice breaking with the intensity.
The words sent Joong over the edge, and he followed soon after, muscles tightening, heat radiating, claiming Dunk completely. He collapsed onto him, pressing him close, sweat-slicked bodies entangled, breathing ragged.
Even after, Joong didn’t let go. Fingers threaded through Dunk’s hair, lips brushing his temple, murmuring, “Mine. Always mine. You don’t get to forget that, ever.”
Dunk shivered, curling against him. “I won’t… I never could…”
Joong smiled, brushing a soft kiss across his lips. “Good. Then rest, baby. You’ve been claimed… again. But remember… tomorrow, it starts all over.”
Dunk laughed softly, exhausted, sated, but already tingling at the thought. “I… wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered.
Joong tightened his arms, holding him close. “Neither would I,” he murmured, voice full of warmth and possessive promise. “Neither would I.”
The room was quiet, save for the steady rhythm of their breathing. Joong held Dunk close, their bodies still warm from the night’s intensity, limbs tangled, foreheads pressed together.
“You’re so soft,” Joong murmured, fingers tracing the curve of Dunk’s jaw, thumb brushing across his lips. “Even after all that… you’re still perfect.”
Dunk laughed softly, voice husky from exhaustion. “I feel… dizzy…”
“Good,” Joong said with a grin, brushing a thumb down Dunk’s neck. “That’s how I like you - soft, pliant, still mine even after everything.”
Dunk shivered, nuzzling closer. “You’re impossible…”
“I’m not impossible,” Joong countered, whispering against his ear. “I’m obsessed. And you? You’re my obsession. Always have been. Always will be.”
Dunk hummed softly, heart swelling, feeling both comforted and teased. “Even now?”
Joong smirked, slipping a finger beneath Dunk’s shirt once more, brushing along the sensitive skin of his stomach, “Especially now. Even when you think you can rest… I’ll find ways to remind you that you’re mine.”
Dunk gasped, squirming slightly. “Joong! I… I can’t - not now.. later”
Joong chuckled low, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Dunk’s throat. “You can. You just don’t want to,” he whispered, trailing soft kisses along his neck. “Look at you… trembling at my touch, still craving me. That’s mine. Every reaction… mine.”
Dunk shivered, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, caught between sleep and desire. “I… I am yours…”
“And that’s all I need to hear,” Joong murmured, brushing his nose against Dunk’s temple. Then, teasingly, he nipped at the sensitive skin near his collarbone. “But don’t get too comfortable… I’ll have you awake again before sunrise if I feel like it.”
Dunk groaned softly, laughter mingling with exhaustion. “Joong… you’re cruel…”
“No,” Joong whispered, brushing a soft kiss across Dunk’s lips. “I’m just in love… ridiculously, obsessively, completely in love with you. And being a little cruel is part of that. You wouldn’t have me any other way, would you?”
Dunk shook his head, pressing closer. “Never,” he breathed. “I’d… never want anything else.”
Joong smiled, finally settling down beside him, arms wrapped possessively around Dunk. “Good,” he murmured, fingers gently threading through Dunk’s hair. “Then rest, my baby. Dream knowing you’re mine… all mine. Always.”
Dunk snuggled into him, heart pounding, body warm, mind spinning from desire and affection. “Always… yours,” he whispered.
Joong kissed the top of his head, sighing softly. “Always,” he echoed. And in the quiet of the night, they drifted into a sleep full of heat, trust, and endless devotion - Joong’s possessive teasing lingering even in their dreams.
Sunlight spilled lazily across the bedroom, falling on Dunk’s tousled hair and bare shoulders. He stirred, still wrapped in Joong’s arms, and realized he’d been held tight all night.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Joong murmured, voice low and teasing, brushing a finger along Dunk’s collarbone. “You feel… perfect like this. Still warm. Still mine.”
Dunk blinked up at him, heart skipping. “Joong… you never let me rest, do you?”
Joong smirked, tilting Dunk’s chin up with a finger. “Rest? You’ve had plenty. Now it’s time for your morning reminder: you belong to me.”
Dunk groaned, hiding his face in Joong’s chest, but his body was already responding to the teasing touches. “Joong… not so early…”
“Oh, I think it’s perfect,” Joong said, trailing kisses along Dunk’s neck, lingering at the hollow just beneath his ear. “The way you’re all soft and shivering… It's irresistible. You’re mine, Dunk. Every inch.”
Dunk whimpered softly, squirming under Joong’s playful hands. “Y-yes… I’m yours… all yours…”
Joong chuckled, nuzzling him. “Good. That’s my boy. But we can’t stay in bed all morning… breakfast is waiting.”
“Breakfast?” Dunk murmured, still half-lost in the haze of sleep and Joong’s teasing.
“Yes,” Joong said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But first, you’re going to earn it. Come on, up.” He pulled Dunk out of the covers, still holding him close, pressing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “I won't let you go until I’ve reminded you exactly who you are.”
Dunk gasped, giggling and blushing. “Joong… you’re impossible…”
“And I know it,” Joong said, smirking as he finally let Dunk stumble toward the kitchen, hands still brushing, teasing, keeping him flustered. “But you love it… and I love that you do.”
By the time they reached the kitchen, Dunk was flushed, laughing, and breathless - but utterly happy. Joong pressed a lingering kiss to the top of his head. “Eat your breakfast, my love.”
Dunk smiled, leaning into him.
Joong smiled back at his cute lover, wrapping an arm around him as they moved together, perfectly in sync - possessive, playful, and lastly completely and irrevocably in love.