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they were in an alleyway- it was dark - fighting like rabid dogs - the lingering smell of cigs still in the air - one final punch. straight. clean. violent. hyuntak stumbled back his mind disorientated he couldn’t even tell what direction his head was moving in, everything felt foggy but the person hitting him was vivid . seongje. “shit my knuckles are all busted…” he said in a dull mocking tone making it seem like it was hyuntaks fault for any of this. hyuntak the stupid dog chose to come back to seongje on his own so he could handle afew punches right? yes. hyuntak could handle it he was used to it. but what he couldn’t handle was the blistering bruises he saw on seongjes knuckles. the bruises looked like ruined blossoms - it was all his fault he shouldn’t have made seongje hit him. he stumbled onto the floor - back to the wall pulling seongje down with him “what now bastard?” seongje said in a bored tone hyuntak brought seongje’s hand to his face and analysed it though the vague daze his mind threw him into. faint red blurs on his seongjes pretty hands. hyuntak placed his lips on seongjes busted knuckles? “oh…so you’ve actually lost it?” seongje left out a guttural chuckle he seemed to genuinely enjoy see hyuntak kiss the hand that beat him “what an actual dog” he laughed again and again and again hyuntak matched the laughs with soft kisses- each time a chuckle left seongjes throat- hyuntaks lips kissed as if they could magically repair the torn up bruised skin- seongje felt the his hand turn warm but not in a romantic blushing way more in a possessive urge to destroy
he gently mockingly placed his hand on hyuntaks cheek - the same cheek he slammed against the wall a mere few minutes ago - hyuntak leaned into the touch he should’ve closed his eyes but he didn’t instead he looked directly into seongje eyes trying to find the answers he needed- hyuntaks eyes were dulled out he was fighting the urge to lull his head to the side hyuntak really was out of it the only thing keeping him conscious was the smell of cigarette ash radiating off seongjes jacket
“why the fuck did you kiss my hand? the fuck is wrong with you?” seongje let out words that should’ve sounded disgusted but honestly he sounded more amused than anything
hyuntak just barely nodded he didn’t even register his hand moving upwards-it felt as though he was watching himself act through a glass box but it didnt matter because seongje saw everything felt everything felt hyuntaks tattered hand in his hair pulling him closer - hyuntak was expecting to get kissed but just before their lips connected - seongje laughed the whole situation was pathetic. who kisses the person that beats them? was this some form of stockholm syndrome? his beautiful stupid hyuntak had finally lost it and well it didn’t matter anyway because hyuntak already had tears flowing out of his eyes for being denied a kiss he had put up with the beating, put up with the mocking words, put up with the violence so why couldn’t he at least have one thing he wanted? even criminals are granted forgiveness from God if they beg hard enough so why wasn’t hyuntak granted what he desired? he felt as thought he earned it so why - the self doubt stitched its way across hyuntaks mind until he felt - seongjes lips lean in closer to his teary eyes - hyuntaks eyes fluttered shut - seongje placed a gentle kiss on the fragile skin of hyuntaks weeping eyelids - far too gentle for seongje far too gentle for someone who thrives on adrenaline and violence he let out a sigh and pulled back - hyuntaks eyes opened in urgency he wanted to say something but his throat protested - and that was when he saw it - seongje had the fattest grin on his face one full of machiavellian intent - hyuntak should feel incensed at seongje looking at him as if he was some pathetic toy but he didn’t instead he stayed still - eyes wide open waiting for seongjes words - seongjes words came out overjoyed at the prospect of hyuntak staring at him like a deer in headlights “you dog this is what gets you crying? a kiss?” he made it sound so loving so caring as if he was reading a revelation from a holy book he was using an affectionate tone to mock him
hyuntak pathetically nodded - tears slipping out all at once - down his cheeks like tiny rivers of desperation - seongje leaned in again opened his mouth slightly and placed his tongue on hyuntaks cheek - the salty skin that was coated with the pathetic tears warmed up under seongjes tongue - hyuntak snapped out of the daze, his brain finally processing what happened “did you just fucking lick my tears?” he didn’t get an answer instead he got a seongjes tongue to his lips - tongue to tongue - hyuntaks muffled pleas- seongje moaned slightly - they moved in sync- bodies connected - hands roaming - hyuntak pulled on seongjes shoulders- seongjes busted knuckles grazed ever so gentle at hyuntaks nape as if he was something fragile - and seongje adored tainting fragile things
through the heat through the fog through the cigarette taste which seongjes tongue mixed in hyuntaks mouth - they switched positions - hyuntak on top - seongje against the wall his back scraping against the rough bricks - holding onto hyuntaks waist as he pulled him closer - close enough to devour close enough to feel overbearingly full
hyuntak rocked back and forth grinding on seongjes lap trying to get closer - close enough to tear into his ribs - close enough to cling to the roots of his violence- his hands stayed on seongjes neck like a collar - seongje thrived in the possessiveness
hyuntak pulled back for a slight interval “more…” hyuntak begged, seongje looked up as if hyuntak was some salvation - some deity - a deity that he had on his knees - “oh you want more?” a laugh escaped “only if you ask nicely” seongje cooed hyuntak shook his head “why the fuck would i do that? you freak” seongje let out an even louder laugh “cmon hyunnie” he said in a honeydew tone - that stupid fucking nickname the nickname that always made hyuntak give in he looked down shyly what the fuck was he actually doing with his life “please…” hyuntak sighed out and that malicious grin appeared on seongjes face again “good puppy” he said as his gaze dropped down - hyuntak felt his intestines tense in anticipation he stared at seongjes pale fingers watching them unzip his pants - he looked up “you sure?” hyuntak nodded - he was always unsure when it came to seongje but he knew he wanted this - every fibre in his being wanted this - his hand on seongjes neck tightened ever so slightly his nails digging into seongjes nape - hyuntak couldn’t keep watching - it was too awkward too vulnerable so he replaced his hand with his lips - his lips trailed seongjes neck leaving little nips and sweet bites along his nape - hyuntak let out small whimpering sounds as he felt a hand wrap around his dick - the hand that already knew all the sweet spots - he felt the cold air touch his dick - seongje brought their dicks together - wrapped his hand around both - moving up and down - he kept a pace which both pleased and felt excruciating slow for hyuntak he wanted “more seongje more…” then he remembered he had to ask nicely - beg- “seongje please…” he never called him anything other than seongje but he was so out of it - dummed out - his moans and words mixed into one -“baby…please” he slurred as his lips left seongjes neck and moved to seongjes lips instead - tongue to tongue - body to body - hyuntak felt like he was being molded into something only seongje could own - hyuntak pulled back and looked down - seongjes dick was a wet dull pink mess throbbing in pain - seongje still kept his pace slow even tho he was about to burst himself - did he have to torture himself aswell for the sake of torturing hyuntak? “what are you looking at- ah” seongje was cut off as a moan escaped his lips- hyuntak put his thumb over the leaking tip - seongje whimpered into hyuntaks mouth - hyuntak felt as though he owned the entire world but he couldn’t let seongje suffer so he did what he could - moved his hand at a rougher pace - seongjes hands moved away - travelled beneath hyuntaks shirt instead - grazing everything they could find - his ribs his nipples his heart beat - they kissed again as hyuntaks hand kept moving - seongje whimpered again his head sunk into hyuntaks neck his warm breath tingling hyuntaks soft skin “hyunnie…” “my hyuntak…” was all that came out his mouth - it was like he was begging to be undone - he never begged to anyone - hyuntak had made him beg - a predator begging to its prey - a wolf submitting to a sacrificial lamb - he brang his lips back to hyuntaks and drooled into the kiss - eventually they broke the kiss as hyuntak moaned - his orgasm cutting sharping - it felt electrical - drool dripped down his chin- he felt as though his entire being was just seongje-seongje was everywhere seongje owned his mind his chasity his body his everything - it felt so overwhelming but so good - it felt like everything all at once - seongje looked at hyuntak in awe - and leaned in licking off the drool of his puppy’s chin- hyuntak looked so blissed out - hyuntaks lips let out a breath a desperate one “seongje…” hyuntak panted - that was all it took - seongje tipped over the edge falling into his own sweet bliss his head lulled onto hyuntaks shoulder he bit the soft spot on hyuntaks neck as his climax flushed out - hyuntak whimpered as his eyes teared up at the bite
they both panted - kissed again - messy- sloppy - spit filled blood filled hungry - they pulled away as a thread of saliva connecting to both of their lips snapped - seongje looked down still catching his breath - he laughed again - his glasses were all foggy and tilted so he took them off - hyuntak could see his eyes more clearly - he raised his hand and his thumb gently pressed against the beauty mark under seongjes eye - “hmm what is it?” hyuntak questioned as he looked at seongjes curious eyes - hyuntak removed his hand as seongje titled his head down and looked at the wet mess in between them - both their dicks were flushed -fluid everywhere - wetness - seongje got his own fingers and wiped off some of the cum of his pants and raised his hand to hyuntaks mouth - “ahh open your mouth hyunnie” he said to hyuntak sounding playful - hyuntak obeyed as his mouth opened he stuck his tongue out - seongje placed his cum slick fingers onto hyuntaks tongue - his taste buds grimaced at the salty taste and his eyes fluttered but he licked seongjes fingers and let the taste set - seongje grabbed hyuntaks wrist and did the same thing he did with his own hands -making hyuntaks fingers slick with cum- except this time he put hyuntaks cum coated fingers into his own mouth - seongje licked them clean and leaned forward and connected their lips - their cum mixed with their saliva - they really had become one - hyuntak moaned into the kiss - he pulled apart and seongje said mockingly “you taste so sweet baby…” as his fingers rubbed against the side of hyuntaks waist in a comforting manner - hyuntak laughed “you taste funky” they both laughed before their post nut shame sinked in and made them acknowledge that they had just rubbed dicks in an alleyway