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“I’m tired, get off.”
Even though Hajin had said that, he wasn’t rejecting Suho who had practically laid his entire weight on top of him.
Suho had played a very important role in the dungeon, massacring most of the monsters himself and being on high alert the entire time. In the end, exhaustion had taken over the moment they had exited. Hajin still couldn’t quite connect how that ended up with Suho in his room instead of his own, but in order to save himself the long explanation and the excuses, he decided not to ask.
Suho simply rolled around a bit, his muscles aching from the previous straining he had done while fighting. A few recovery medicines would do the trick, but in order to build his endurance and body better, he tried to refrain from using medicines to recover. He was sure that Hajin liked his muscles, so he paid great attention in order to keep his body pristine.
“You’re awfully clingy today…”
“We barely saw each other in the dungeon…”
“Because I was in the rear. It’s your fault for being a swordsman.”
“Is it?”
With a sigh, he raised his hand to his face and covered his eyes from the light that the lamp emitted, bothered by its brightness. No matter what, Hajin always found a way to retort back to him. How come he was always so displeased?
Suho was aware that Hajin didn’t like being put in vulnerable positions. He much more preferred to be correct the one in power, no matter the situation. So, whenever Suho tried to reason that Hajin should be a bit nicer, he got a smack to his nape and a few words of discouragement. Yes, Hajin liked having the upper hand. But that didn’t mean that Suho didn’t enjoy that either. Although he wasn’t exactly the submissive type, he enjoyed it when Hajin had fun.
Thinking for a bit, he stole a few glances at Hajin, who was reading the dungeon report with a very focused gaze. He tried to suppress it, but the boiling feeling in his abdomen that had been bothering him for a while didn’t seem to go away, especially near Hajin.
Sneakily, he cozied up to the brunette a bit more, trying to throw hints at his partner that he was feeling squeamish. Hajin was quick on the uptake.
“...Right now?”
“Please?”
With a soft sigh, Hajin shut the screen in front of him, focusing his eyes on Suho in front of him who was smiling lazily. He had been wondering whether the swordsman had gone celibate, barely remembering when they had last had any form of action between themselves. But, Hajin would rather die than initiate anything, so it was up to Suho most of the time.
“I’ve been a bit pent up, so…”
Hajin didn’t really want to hear what the other had to say. He knew that Suho didn’t like to do things on his own, claiming it was boring and didn’t provide him any sort of satisfaction. But, this meant that whenever he was feeling horny, he’d call for Hajin to roll around in the sheets.
Usually, Hajin wasn’t the type to deny his boyfriend. But, their staminas were simply not comparable. No matter how turned on and fired up Hajin felt, it always ended up with Suho going another few rounds while he passed out from exhaustion. And he didn’t really like the fact that Suho was doing things without him telling him to.
“...This time, you do as I say. No action once I’m done.”
“But-”
“No. We’re done the moment I say so.”
It looked like Suho had a lot to say in that regard, but refusing to listen, Hajin simply started to undress, taking off the pajamas he had put on. He regretted not knowing earlier, now having to shower again afterwards.
“You too. Lose those garments, will you?”
Suho simply complied, taking off his clothes the moment Hajin motioned for him to do so. Hajin didn’t want to look too much, afraid he’d relent to his wishes if he stared at his chiseled torso for too long. It was better to close his eyes and enjoy.
He could tell that Suho had been hot and bothered for a while, now that he was looking at him like this. It looked like his briefs were fighting demons trying to hold his erection in, like a caged up animal trying to break free.
“...You could have told me sooner, you know?”
“Hmm.. maybe.”
Suho didn’t argue, sitting down on the bed and spreading out a bit, trying to make himself comfortable. Hajin’s bed was a tad smaller than Suho’s own, which is why they usually preferred Suho’s room for adventurous days, but now that it had ended up like this, they would have to be a bit more intimate with each other to fit on the bed.
Hajin approached slowly, looking into Suho’s blue eyes as he did so. Suho looked content, too much for his liking. As if he was receiving some sort of gift, and that bothered Hajin to his core. He wanted a different expression, one that was struggling to hold on and one that would beg him to finally-
Alright. Slowing down his thoughts, Hajin also got onto the bed knees first. His hands slid up Suho’s legs and to his chest, all the way to his shoulders as he approached and basically straddled him. Suho didn’t say much, almost looking composed if it weren’t for the beads of sweat forming on his temple and the rough breaths making their way out of his lips.
Yeah, that was more like it.
“Condoms?”
“Denied.”
Hajin didn’t feel like it, so it was already out of the question.
His hands slowly steadied their grip on the swordsman, and he playfully started grinding his hips into the lap of the other in a teasing way. A smile had made its way onto his face, and Hajin could only feel victorious at the troubled expression of his partner.
“H-Hajin..-”
“Hm?”
Unbothered, Hajin took one of his hands off and reached towards Suho’s crotch, palming his erection. Suho reacted with a gasp, twitching in his hands helplessly. That’s right, the one in control here was Hajin. Suho was at his mercy, and could only do whatever he said. That’s how it’s supposed to be…
Arousal also crept up on him, and grinding wasn’t quite cutting it. He needed more contact, a little bit rougher.
“Let’s lose these too.”
The last pieces of clothing were discarded as well, now skin to skin while their flushed bodies stuck to one another as if glazed in honey. Suho’s hips were staggering, trying hard not to just move on his own, knowing that it would upset his boyfriend. But Hajin was enjoying the struggle thoroughly, licking his lips at the sight in front of him. His hand pumped Suho’s erection slowly, teasing and torturing. One could see just how bothered Suho was by the pace that Hajin had set.
“Hajin, let’s..”
“Shush now.”
Suho wanted to touch Hajin, please him and caress him, but that was not possible. Without the allowance, Suho was only allowed to sit down and accept whatever crumbs Hajin was throwing at him.
“Look at this guy, all stiff and twitching.”
Suho wished Hajin would talk to him instead of his dick, but he’d take what he could get. A trembling sigh left him as Hajin sped up the pace of his pumping hand, thumbing at the tip and squeezing every now and then.
“Cute, isn’t it? Leaking everywhere, unable to control itself.”
True to his words, the precum leaking from the tip had already dribbled onto Hajin’s fingers, leaving behind a moist twinkle. The more Hajin continued with the unnecessary teasing, the less patient Suho was getting.
“Let’s test this horse, what do you say?”
Suho was all for protection and safety precautions, but Hajin preferred to ride without a saddle, always telling him that without the risk, there would be no fun. Although Suho appreciated the feeling of the raw contact, it required that much more self control and timing from him.
Hajin lowered himself a bit, eyeing his dick for a minute before grinning, guiding it with his hands. The destination was not final, since Hajin was guiding it towards his face rather than his own entrance, still deciding to continue the pregame. It left Suho groaning the moment his lips touched his tip, slowly swallowing inch after inch. Hajin didn’t really blow him often, but he knew where to make Suho feel good, so it was never that lengthy of a process.
“A-ah..”
Yeah. Those were the sounds he was waiting to hear. Hajin was eager to make Suho stutter more like this. Whatever Hajin did, Suho would simply have to obey, that’s what he needed.
Swirling his tongue and slowly pulling back, Suho’s hips almost thrusted forward, his hand grabbing the brown locks for stability. He knew that Hajin would stop whatever he was doing the moment he attempted to push further in, so moving Hajin’s head was no option.
“Hmm?”
The vibrations that Hajin’s humming sent along felt like electricity, shocking him and making him inhale sharply. It was like walking a tightrope, but the end wasn’t visible. In, out, push and pull, licking and softly grazing teeth, Suho was being played like a game.
“Hajin, Hajin-!”
Suho was close, Hajin could tell. His expression, barely visible fro this angle, was like an open book, telling the brunette everything he needed to know. Trying to suppress a smile, Hajin quickened his pace, now actually trying. The groans that spilled from Suho satisfied Hajin. If anyone listened in, they wouldn’t be able to tell whether he was coming or being tortured, but that’s what Hajin preferred.
“Nhg.”
Hajin protested when the bitterness hit the back of his throat. He didn’t remember allowing Suho to cum, especially not in his mouth.
With a pop, he disconnected from the twitching, still-hard cock without remorse. Suho was still panting, hand covering his face as he tried to come down from his high. A good look, but Hajin wasn’t satisfied. Sitting up, he immediately guided himself towards Suho’s lap, sitting down and startling the swordsman.
“A- Ha, Hajin! Ngh-”
“I’ll forgive you for finishing without permission. Shut up-”
Hajin’s hands steadied himself on Suho’s chest as he worked his way up and down, the pace definitely too overstimulating for Suho who had just orgasmed a moment ago. Hajin was finally also feeling some pleasure, but he refused to stop even when his movements stuttered, instead keeping up the hellish pace. Suho gripped Hajin’s hips tightly, surely to leave fingerprints behind. But right now, his boyfriend was trying to extract his soul, so holding on was the only option.
“Hff- Haji, n.. Slow- down!”
“Ah, haa.. N-Not on my watch..!”
Suho didn’t stop or move Hajin, simply holding onto him as he bounced up and down. He’d have to praise him for it later, it was something that he had never experienced before. Hajin also looked like he was feeling it well enough, wails of pleasure occasionally ripping themselves free. Like in a frenzy, Hajin was stimulating him to the brink of death.
“F-fuck, ah, haa..!”
Suho wondered if he had done something to deserve this kind of treatment from his boyfriend, but he barely even noticed Hajin drawing blood as he clawed at his chest while holding himself up. He was sure he’d be questioned for the odd scratch marks littering his chest, but he couldn’t just say that his boyfriend had fucked himself silly on his dick and scratched him up on accident-
“Ah, ah- Suho, Suho..!”
He’d surely be scolded by Hajin later, but for now, he’d have to simply stop staying still. And with a harsh thrust upwards, Suho had settled his forced celibacy granted by Hajin.