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maybe it was wrong.
arguably immoral.
okay.
fine. it was very much wrong.
xiaojun was aware of this. embarrassed at himself sometimes, even in the moment. but he just couldn't help himself.
maybe it was kun's intimidating demeanor caused by his circuit short temper. a temper that was so easy to trigger, xiaojun couldn't help himself every time he missed the older. one simple snide reply and the older would have his hands massaging his temples, spewing profanities for xiaojun to be normal for once.
perhaps it was those same big rough hands that would be roaming his body not much later, eliciting the deepest pleasurable moans from the younger.
or it might just be the fact that no one knew of the two's rendevous, especially xiaojun's boyfriend -hendery. the secrecy of it all fueling a guilt pleasure within him.
bella may have been particularly suspicious of being ushered out of the bedroom everytime the older came over, but xiaojun had no means to worry over his dog that couldn't talk, spilling his infidelity. not when the older would grab his throat the second the door shut, preening at him to shut the fuck up whenever they were with their superiors.
like he gave a fuck.
this time was indifferent, xiaojun naked, sitting on kun's laps as he surreptitiously grinded in place. kun made him strip, himself staying fully clothed to shame the younger more. xiaojun loved it. he basked in the somewhat morally debatable attention, driving him further and further on.
he was flicking his wrist just the way the older liked it, drinking up some moans with sloppy kisses.
"fuck, dejun. go faster," kun heavily breathed.
trying to get more friction from his troubled place, xiaojun grinded harder. he knew he was doing the right movements, just at the wrong pace, purposely. the two had barely seen each other the past month, too caught up in their lives and work. the younger gravely missed him. so he chose to be more troublesome to drag out the time they spent right now.
with a moan, xiaojun whined out a flat lie, "i am."
giving a pointed look through his hooded eyes and panting breath, kun growled, "no, you fucking shit." he grabbed the younger's jaw, forcing him to make eye contact. "i know you can move faster. come on," he ended with a slap to the younger's bare thigh which just drove xiaojun further overboard.
his tip beamed red and leaked with precum, untouched and uncared for by the older. kun had specifically told him not to cum, until he says so, but with the way xiaojun's going, he knew he wouldn't get such a reward today. a part of him was dying to please him so that his dick could finally get its release; but the other part so desperately wanted to hear more of kun's aggression.
was it that which made xiaojun ignore everything wrong with their illicit arrangement?
xiaojun often thought about it when he was with hendery. sure, he loved the man with all his heart. they were the picturesque couple to all their friends. but no one ever spoke to him the way kun did. hendery, his sweet hendery, would never have the heart to. and xiaojun knew that so he didn't pressure him to. he didn't need to, not when kun did, anyways.
another frustrated groan left the older, "fucking hell, dejun. if you're gonna be this useless, i'll just jack myself off." using both hands, kun started to shift the younger off him.
panicked, xiaojun pleaded, "no, kun- wait. i-i'll go faster. promise."
raising an eyebrow at the lack of honorifics, xiaojun instantly realized and apologized again. the older yielded with an eyeroll, hands back on the younger's hips to guide him back on his laps.
"i swear to god i fucking hate you."
xiaojun beamed a bright smile, his gaze downcast, prominent on working to get kun to cum.
with a faster pace from the younger and getting closer with each stroke, kun suddenly grabbed xiaojun's hair, telling him to suck him off. like a rock, xiaojun dropped to his knees.
he bobbed his head, letting out a small choke as he swallowed the older's release. kun moaned, running a hand through his hair as his back plopped onto the bed. licking his lips, he tried to quickly catch his breath, chest heaving up and down like a bagpipe.
with a final swallow and lick of his lips, xiaojun stood up, mumbling, "taste so good, kun-ge."
kun lazily nodded, quite tired to form a reply.
however, he hastily got off the bed the second the younger plopped right next to him. xiaojun pouted, uncomfortably rising from the bed due to his hard-on.
running his hands down the older's arm, xiaojun sweetly sang, "kunnie-"
"no, fuck off." kun spat, zipping his jeans and brushing off the younger's desperate touch.
the younger moved to now stand in front of him, halting his trot to the door, which earned a tired sigh. giving a childlike whine and pout, xiaojun pleaded as he batted his eyelashes, "please, kun-ge. it hurts so bad. i need you."
smirking, kun snided, "then maybe you should've behaved yourself more, huh? moving at such a slow pace, what the fuck is wrong with you? you're lucky i even let you sit on my laps."
kun rolled his eyes once more, finally making his way past the silent-stunned younger to leave the bedroom. as he walked down the hallway, xiaojun persisted, but his efforts were in vain. he watched the older put on his shoes and leave the apartment, leaving him alone, naked, and horny.
a sad sigh left xiaojun's mouth, before morphing into a small grin. the chances of seeing kun sooner were usually when he left even more pissed off than he came in. kun could definitely admit that he too was addicted to punishing xiaojun, although he never will.
so with a satisfied hum, xiaojun made his way to the bathroom -ignoring bella's curious but judgemental side eye- and got a handful of lotion, before hendery got home for dinner.