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The night was supposed to be quiet. Or at least, that was what Dokja had hoped for. He’d curled up with his tablet, stretched out comfortably against the pillows, telling himself that he’d finally get a few hours of peace before sleep. But the second he heard the bathroom door open, his body stiffened instinctively.
Yoo Joonghyuk moved with the kind of calm certainty that Dokja had never managed to imitate. Towel draped casually around his shoulders, hair still damp from a shower, his presence was impossible to ignore. He didn’t speak right away, he never did. He simply crossed the room, those dark, unyielding eyes flicking toward the screen in Dokja’s hands.
“What are you reading?” Joonghyuk asked, voice low, rough from disuse.
Dokja shrugged, trying for nonchalance. “Just… something boring. You wouldn’t care.”
“Mm.” Joonghyuk plucked the device from his hands anyway, setting it aside. His weight dipped the mattress as he leaned closer, the shadow of his body swallowing Dokja’s space. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Dokja swallowed hard. He hadn’t, not really, he’d just been trying to buy himself a little time. Joonghyuk’s gaze was too sharp, too knowing.
“I was giving you space,” Dokja muttered, shifting slightly under that unrelenting stare.
Joonghyuk’s smirk was faint, but it was there. “Liar.”
The word landed with an edge of amusement that made Dokja’s pulse quicken. Joonghyuk always did this, peeled him open with nothing more than a look, a single word. And Dokja hated, hated, how easily his body reacted, heat coiling low despite his best efforts to maintain composure.
“Joonghyuk-”
The rest of his protest died as strong hands slid over his thighs, pressing him down firmly against the sheets. Joonghyuk leaned in, lips grazing the curve of his jaw, his voice pitched low and deliberate.
“You come too quickly,” Joonghyuk murmured. “Every time, you lose control before I want you to.”
Dokja bristled, heat rushing to his cheeks. “That’s not-”
“Tonight,” Joonghyuk interrupted smoothly, “you’ll only come when I allow it.”
The words sent a sharp shiver through him, his breath catching. Dokja’s pride screamed at him to argue, but the quiet authority in Joonghyuk’s tone made his body tremble in anticipation instead.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Dokja muttered weakly, turning his face away.
Joonghyuk chuckled softly, fingers trailing down the inside of his thigh in a touch that was infuriatingly light. “You’ll beg for me soon enough.”
—^^—
Joonghyuk’s grip on Dokja tightened. His thrusts were steady, relentless, but his smirk only widened as he caught the tremor in Dokja’s thighs, the way his husband’s breath hitched just a little too sharply.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Joonghyuk murmured, voice low and teasing against the shell of his ear. He slowed his rhythm deliberately, making Dokja whimper in frustration.
“Not yet,” Joonghyuk said firmly, the command like iron wrapped in silk. His hand slipped lower, tightening his control over the pace, over every small spark of release Dokja was desperate to chase. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
Dokja’s pace faltered again, his breath coming in broken gasps as his body betrayed him. Joonghyuk felt the way he clenched around him, the way his husband’s nails dug into his shoulders, a desperate plea without words.
He gave him just enough, one deep, hard thrust that made Dokja’s back arch, his voice crack, before stopping altogether.
The cry that left Dokja’s throat was half snarl, half whimper. His hips jerked instinctively, trying to chase what Joonghyuk had denied him, but Joonghyuk only smirked and held him steady.
The cycle repeated, Joonghyuk driving him higher, faster, until Dokja’s entire body shook with the strain of holding on, then cutting him off just before he tipped over the edge. By the third time, Dokja’s golden eyes were glassy, his hair clinging to his sweat-dampened skin, his voice breaking into ragged cries of frustration.
“Please-” His composure shattered, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. His chest heaved as he collapsed against Joonghyuk’s shoulder, trembling. “Please, Joonghyuk-ah, I can’t..”
Joonghyuk tilted his head, drinking in the sight of his proud husband reduced to desperate pleading in his arms. His voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the wicked amusement threading through it.
“Beg a little more, and maybe I’ll let you fall.”
By the fourth time Joonghyuk pulled him back from the edge, Dokja’s entire body was trembling violently. His thighs quivered against Joonghyuk’s hips, his chest rising and falling with ragged, uneven breaths. His eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, had gone glassy with unshed tears.
“Please-” The word slipped out, hoarse and broken, his pride crumbling under the unbearable strain. His nails raked helplessly down Joonghyuk’s shoulders, not to hurt but to cling, to ground himself against the storm tearing through his body. “Joonghyuk-ah, I can’t, please.”
Joonghyuk only smirked, his voice infuriatingly calm. “You can. Hold it.”
The command was like ice poured over fire, and Dokja’s entire frame jolted as another sob ripped free of his throat. He shook his head frantically, hair plastered to his damp face. “No… I can’t, I can’t, please don’t make me..” His words dissolved into a cry as Joonghyuk drove into him with another deep, merciless thrust, only to stop once more just before his body could tip over the edge.
Tears finally broke loose, spilling hot down Dokja’s flushed cheeks. He buried his face against Joonghyuk’s neck, his voice splintering apart. “Please, Joonghyuk-ah… please let me-let me come, I can’t take it anymore...” His chest heaved with sobs, each plea raw and shattering. “It hurts, please, I’m begging you, I’ll do anything, just let me fall-“
Joonghyuk stilled, drinking in the sound of his husband’s broken voice, the way his proud, unyielding Dokja had been reduced to nothing but desperate, tear-stained begging in his arms. His smirk softened, something dangerously close to tenderness in the way his hand stroked through Dokja’s sweat-damp hair.
“There it is,” he murmured, low and approving, the cruel edge finally giving way. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
At last, he relented. His free hand slipped down between their bodies, fingers pressing against Dokja’s swollen, aching clit. The first touch made Dokja sob, a raw, involuntary sound that tore straight from his chest. Joonghyuk moved deliberately, stroking him in slow, purposeful circles before quickening to match the desperate arch of his husband’s hips.
Dokja’s entire body convulsed, his cries spilling into the open air as tears streamed freely down his face. His voice cracked on every plea, dissolving into incoherent whimpers as Joonghyuk’s touch drove him higher than he’d thought possible.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Joonghyuk teased, though his tone had softened, carrying a quiet satisfaction as he coaxed every sound from Dokja’s trembling lips.
Then it broke. The dam shattered. Dokja’s scream tore out of him, ragged and unrestrained, as his release crashed through his body like a tidal wave. His thighs locked tight around Joonghyuk’s waist, hips jerking helplessly as sobs wracked his frame. Wetness spilled hot and sudden between them, staining Joonghyuk’s stomach and the sheets beneath, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, as Joonghyuk rubbed him mercilessly through the storm.
When the final convulsion tore through him, leaving him utterly limp and spent, Dokja sagged bonelessly against his husband’s chest. His face was wet with tears, his lips still parted around the ghost of a sob.
Joonghyuk only chuckled softly, holding him close, his hand never leaving Dokja’s hair. “That’s it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. “My stubborn husband… finally begging for me.”
Dokja lay limp against him, sobs still trembling through his chest. He thought it was over, had to be over, until Joonghyuk’s hand didn’t stop. His thrusts slowed, pressing deliberately deep, each one grazing, then hitting Dokja’s cervix with merciless precision.
“J-Joonghyuk-ahh! No, not there! I… I can’t anymore!” Dokja cried, body jerking violently with every hard, deep thrust. His sobs hitched uncontrollably, nails digging into Joonghyuk’s shoulders as if he could anchor himself against the unbearable sensation.
Joonghyuk’s smirk only widened. “Oh, you can,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “And you will. Every thrust counts.”
Every movement drove him closer to the edge, but Joonghyuk didn’t let him fall. Instead, he pressed deeper, dragging the tip of his cock against Dokja’s cervix, eliciting another strangled cry. His body convulsed, trembling uncontrollably, wetness spilling hot and sudden as he gasped, “I can’t, ahhh! I’m gonna.. please!”
Tears streamed freely now, soaking Joonghyuk’s chest as Dokja’s hips jerked frantically, trying, and failing, to chase the release his husband denied him. And then, as Joonghyuk pressed just right, coaxing every nerve into overstimulation, the first wet gush tore from him, crashing out uncontrollably. His cries broke, a mixture of shame, need, and overwhelming sensation, as another tremor wracked his body.
“Look at you,” Joonghyuk murmured, leaning down to press a soft, mocking kiss to Dokja’s tear-streaked cheek. “So full of me, so messy… and you still want more, don’t you?”
Dokja could only sob, shuddering beneath him, gasping out broken pleas. “I… can’t… please… stop… I can’t…”
But Joonghyuk wasn’t finished. Not even close. Every deep thrust hit him right at the cervix again, each one a razor-sharp reminder that his body belonged entirely to Joonghyuk, that his release was not his own to command. Another hot, uncontrollable gush followed, leaving him utterly trembling, crying, and broken in his arms.
Dokja gasped, curling slightly against Joonghyuk’s chest as another deep thrust drove against his cervix. Heat, overstimulation, and sheer need collided inside him, but a sharp pang of worry cut through the haze.
“J-Joonghyuk, wait,” he choked out between sobs, voice trembling. “You’re… you’re gonna… bruise me, please… be careful…” His hands clutched at Joonghyuk’s shoulders, as if he could physically hold him back, though every fiber of his body ached for more.
Joonghyuk froze for the barest second, studying him with that unreadable, smirking expression. Then he leaned closer, voice soft but threaded with amusement. “You think I’d actually hurt you?”
“I-I don’t know,” Dokja whimpered, face pressed against Joonghyuk’s chest, tears slipping freely. “It… it feels so deep, please…”
“Mm,” Joonghyuk murmured, pressing a hand to his back, steadying him. His thrusts slowed just enough to make the sensation unbearable without actually causing harm. “I know it feels deep. That’s the point. But don’t worry… I’ve got you.”
Dokja’s body still trembled violently, sobs hitching between words. “I… I don’t want this to… hurt too much—”
“You’ll survive,” Joonghyuk teased softly, voice low and intimate. “And you’ll love it. You’re already so wet, so sensitive… look at you, crying and begging, and I haven’t even let you fall yet.”
Dokja’s pulse quickened, the fear and need tangled together, each deep thrust pushing him further, his cervix throbbing painfully but deliciously, his sobs spilling over. “J-Joonghyuk please… I can’t.. ngh..!”
The combination of worry, overstimulation, and desperation made every movement feel unbearable, every wet gush more intense, and every sob wrung from him like a confession.
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Eventually, the overstimulation slowed, Joonghyuk finally easing his hands away, though he stayed close, body warm and solid behind Dokja. The apartment was quiet except for Dokja’s shaky breaths, punctuated by the occasional soft hiccup of lingering sobs.
He curled against Joonghyuk, exhausted, sticky, and trembling, still embarrassed by how completely undone he’d been. Joonghyuk pressed a gentle kiss to his damp hair, murmuring softly, “Shh… it’s over now. You’re fine.”
Dokja let out a shuddering sigh, resting his head against Joonghyuk’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his husband’s heart under his ear. For the first time in what felt like hours, he allowed himself to relax fully, limbs heavy and spent, mind too foggy to even think.
Joonghyuk tucked the blanket around them, one arm looping securely over Dokja’s waist. “You did well,” he murmured, voice low, almost tender, though still threaded with the faintest teasing undertone. “You begged like a good boy… Now sleep.”
Dokja nuzzled closer, still flushed, still sticky, still tear-streaked, but safe, warm, and finally at peace. His eyelids fluttered closed, the last hiccuping sob fading into soft, uneven breaths. Joonghyuk held him until sleep claimed him completely, listening to the tiny shifts and sighs, letting the night wrap around them both.
At last, there was nothing left but the warmth of their bodies, the quiet hum of the apartment, and the gentle rhythm of hearts finally slowing.
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A slow, rueful smile tugged at his lips… before it twisted into something mischievous.
With a groan, Dokja grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it with all the sleepy force he could muster, smacking Joonghyuk squarely in the chest. “What—!” Joonghyuk yelped, grumbling as he rolled over, eyes still half-closed.
“Serves you right,” Dokja muttered, voice thick with both sleep and irritation. “I’m sore… and I hate you for last night.”
Joonghyuk smirked, though he didn’t dodge. “Oh, really? That's all?” He stretched lazily, fingers brushing over Dokja’s still-tender hip. “You look like you’re enjoying it more than you’re letting on.”
Dokja groaned again, throwing the pillow down beside him and burying his face in the sheets. “Shut up. You’re impossible.”
“Mm,” Joonghyuk replied, draping an arm over him again, tugging him close. “And yet, you’re still here.”
Dokja huffed, squirming a little under the warm weight. Even though his body protested, he couldn’t help but snuggle closer. Despite the soreness, despite the lingering embarrassment, he knew this was exactly where he wanted to be.
And Joonghyuk… well, Joonghyuk was already smirking, satisfied, and completely unrepentant.