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Taek had been tossing and turning in his bed for half an hour, frustrated, skin too sensitive and patience depleted. He was way too stressed and his hands weren't enough to relieve his sexual frustration, but he didn't want to meet someone new to relieve himself or buy a toy either because it would only give him momentary relief.
He definitely wouldn't be able to sleep with the discomfort he felt. He pulled out his phone and his finger hesitated over the contact, but irritation won. The phone rang twice before a rough and noticeably sleep—laden voice answered on the other side.
“Taek?” The low murmur from Samut caused a shiver in Taek. “It's... two in the morning, what the fuck do you want?”
Taek closed his eyes tightly. Hearing that low, husky tone, full of annoyance, was wonderful.
“I couldn't sleep.” Taek blurted out clumsily, opening his eyes. “I was thinking about how ridiculous you looked in those clothes yesterday. You really have no sense of taste, Samut, you looked very pathetic.”
There was a long silence, then, he heard the rustle of sheets on the other side; Samut was probably sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair.
“You call me at two in the morning to criticize my clothes?” Samut let out a sigh. “Go to sleep, Taek. I'm not in the mood for your games.”
“Don't tell me what to do.” Taek retorted quickly, seeking to provoke him, needing that voice to stay there, filling the silence of his room. “I say it because the image is irritating.”
Taek bit his lower lip to avoid letting out a sigh while his hand gently stroked his penis.
“The colors... didn't... didn't match... you're a disaster at that.”
“Taek.” Samut's voice became a bit firmer, acquiring that authoritarian nuance he usually used when Taek drove him out of his mind. “The only irritating thing here is you, calling me like a crazy person at this hour.” Samut growled, and even though he was angry, he didn't hang up. He stayed there, letting out an annoyed sigh that resonated in Taek's ear like a rough caress. “What do you really want? Do you want me to get angry? Do you want to hear me yell? Because I'm one step away from doing it if you don't close your mouth and go to sleep right now.”
Taek bit his lower lip, letting the sound of that scolding do the work his own imagination couldn't complete.
“I'm not going to sleep.” Taek spoke, his voice trembling slightly. “It's just that your bad taste is so... so horrible... that it bothers me and won't let me sleep.”
On the other side, Samut let out a snort.
“You are incredibly messed up in the head.” Samut growled, and Taek could swear he felt the heat of his breath through the phone. “You always have to be the center of attention, right? It's not enough for you to end things, you have to come and fuck up my rest just because you can't sleep. You are a spoiled brat.”
Taek let out a ragged gasp, pressing the phone against his ear while his hand moved with more urgency. That annoyed tone was exactly what he needed.
Taek's back arched as pre—seminal fluid began to wet his hand.
Taek closed his eyes, visualizing Samut's expression: the furrowed brows, the clenched jaw, and that intense gaze.
“A spoiled brat?” Taek asked in a whisper, the air escaping his lungs; desperation was starting to leak into his words, though Samut, from his bed, only interpreted it as stubbornness.
“You are.” Samut responded. “You've always been like that. You have to bother me until you get what you want, you're spoiled and stubborn.”
Taek closed his eyes, his hand moving in a more frantic rhythm. The contrast of the coldness of Samut's words with the heat rising up his own legs was almost unbearable.
“It's... it's because you're... an arrogant idiot...”
Taek spread his legs wider as he spoke, letting go of his penis and taking the lubricant that was next to him to coat his hand and then lower it to his entrance, because he couldn't keep masturbating his penis anymore, he was tired and needed to release himself urgently.
“When... when we were dating you never did what I wanted and you call me... you call me a spoiled brat.” Taek lied; Samut always consented to all his demands. “You're the spoiled brat.”
One of his fingers entered easily into the entry prepared earlier. He shuddered while clenching his teeth.
Samut let out a deep growl, a sound that hit directly in Taek's penis.
“You have a very convenient memory. I gave you everything you asked for and more, and yet you're fucking up my early morning.”
Taek let out a stifled sob that Samut mistook for a gasp of indignation. Taek thrust another finger, sliding it in and out, the sound of his fingers hitting his wetness becoming louder and louder.
“You're a liar...” Taek managed to say. “You were always... always selfish...”
“You want to see what being selfish is like?” Samut growled, the sound of his voice heavy with irritation. “I should hang up on you right now and leave you talking to yourself with your damn tantrum; you love to provoke me, right? To make me nervous. You need me to put you in your place, is that it?”
Taek's rhythm became erratic. The idea of being «put in his place» caused a tremble in his legs; thinking about Samut coming over and forcing him to behave was exactly what he was looking for.
“Samut... nngh...” The name escaped his lips in a sob loaded with an urgency he could no longer hide.
His body tensed, his back arched, and his breath caught. The orgasm hit Taek like a hot wave. His fingers tensed inside his body while a desperate groan escaped his lips, a sound he couldn't disguise. His body shook with tremors, after days he finally came the way he wanted, the hand holding the phone tightened while pleasure clouded his mind.
Samut had frozen. The sound he had just heard was not that of a spoiled boy fighting for attention; it was the sound of his pleasure, he knew his sounds all too well.
Taek tried to catch his breath while the waves of pleasure rippled through him. The heat of the orgasm pulsed on his skin, leaving him vulnerable on the messy sheet.
“Taek?” Samut's voice was no longer rough from sleep, but low, dangerously calm.
Taek felt a shiver and tried to articulate a response, an excuse, an insult, any nonsense, but he couldn't. He was sure Samut had heard everything.
The trail of wetness on his hand and between his thighs felt cold now, contrasting with the heat burning his cheeks out of embarrassment.
“Don't tell me... were you masturbating to my voice?”
“No... it's not like that.” Taek sighed as he pulled his fingers out of his hole. His legs trembled slightly, he tried to close his legs but ended up letting out a whine; he had been too aggressive when touching himself, but he needed to come so much that he didn't care at that moment.
“How fucking twisted and perverted you are. You wake me up to use my voice to touch yourself.”
“I'm not a pervert...” Taek whispered.
“You are. You're a desperate little pervert who can't even touch himself without needing his ex—boyfriend to give him orders.” Samut mocked. “Do you want me to keep talking, Taek? Do you want me to guide you and tell you where to touch yourself?”
Taek held his breath. His fingers, still wet, moved involuntarily toward his thighs, touching the skin until moving up and reaching his wet penis. He was supposed to be done, the tension was supposed to be gone, but the way Samut was taking ownership of the situation was creating a new and different kind of urgency.
“You're disgusting...” Taek whispered, but his hand was already squeezing his penis.
“Disgusting.” Samut repeated, as if savoring the word. “You have a lot of nerve.”
Taek closed his eyes, visualizing Samut on the other end of the line, probably with that expression of victory. His body trembled with anticipation.
“Samut, please...” He begged, feeling how the pressure grew again.
“Does it hurt?” Samut asked. “I heard you whine. You were too rough, right? So desperate you couldn't even be gentle with yourself. You're probably a mess, trembling and begging for a reaction from the person who's supposed to no longer be in your life.”
Taek let out a pitiful gasp, nodding his head even though Samut couldn't see him as he moved his hand up and down.
“You probably look pathetic, needing me to speak to you just to be able to feel something.”
Taek let out a sob.
“Are you hard again already?” Samut mocked. “That was fast. A sharp word, a little contempt, and you're already spreading your legs for me.”
Taek increased the pace, his hips rising involuntarily. The rhythmic, wet sound of Taek's hand moving was the only thing heard on the line for a moment, until Samut spoke again, this time closer to the microphone, as if he were whispering directly into his ear.
“Fuck... I imagine your cheeks are red and your eyes are watery... mmm, but this time there's no one there to comfort you, poor thing, you're alone in your bed, touching yourself like a lunatic because you can't get me out of your little head.”
Taek let out a groan. His hand went up and down painfully, the friction against his own skin felt electric under Samut's verbal scrutiny.
“Move faster.” Samut growled. “If you're going to be a pervert and use me this way, do it right.”
“Samut... I can't take anymore...” Taek murmured. “I'm tired...”
Taek was way too spoiled because of Samut, because when he got tired, Samut always took care of him.
“You're tired? What a pity, because I didn't give you permission to stop.”
The rustle of the mattress was heard on the other side. Samut had adjusted himself, enjoying the vulnerability of his ex.
“You said I'm selfish, right? Well, I'm going to be. You're not going to come until I tell you; you're going to keep moving that hand, even if your fingers feel heavy, even if your skin burns.”
Taek gasped, his hand trembling over his penis, trying to maintain the rhythm Samut dictated to him. His muscles were tired, but the direct order acted like a jolt of adrenaline.
“Keep going.” Samut ordered. “I want to hear you move. I want to hear that wet, shameful sound you're making.”
Taek closed his eyes, his tears wetting his eyelashes.
“You want me to be there, right? You want me to take you and force you to look at me while I'm deep inside you.”
Taek pressed the phone against his ear while his breathing became heavy. His fingers moved mechanically, burning.
“You're a mess, Taek. A mess that calls me in the early morning because he can't control himself. What would your friends say if they knew you're crying in your bed over your ex—boyfriend's voice?”
“Samut... please, enough... I can't anymore...” Taek begged, his hips moving in a spasmodic rhythm, the friction becoming almost unbearable.
“I said no.” Samut sentenced, savoring the sounds, as if he were enjoying a show. “You're going to hold it. You're going to feel every second of that frustration you love to cause in others so much.”
Taek wanted to come, but he didn't want to make Samut angry.
“Please... please, please...” He asked while shuddering.
“You're so docile.”
“Please... Phi Samut... Phi...”
“Do it.”
Taek's body tensed, the phone almost slipping from his hand. An relieved groan left his lips as he came for the second time, feeling how his muscles finally collapsed onto the sheets.
He stayed there, panting, with his heart pumping hard and with the echo of Samut's voice still vibrating in his head.
“Good boy.” Samut said after a minute of silence, his tone turning cold and distant again. “Now clean up the mess you probably made.”
The «good boy» resonated in his ears, a poisoned caress that made him feel strangely satisfied. Taek stayed staring at the ceiling, with his chest rising and falling erratically. Sweat plastered a few strands of hair to his forehead and the coldness of the air conditioning in his room began to bite his bare skin. He tried to recover a shred of the pride he had thrown out the window the moment he dialed that number, but his fingers were still trembling.
“You're an asshole.” Taek whispered finally, though his voice lacked the necessary strength to sound convincing.
“And you're a hypocrite.” Samut responded.
“Come... come to me...” Taek blurted out suddenly while closing his eyes.
Samut didn't respond immediately. On the other side of the line, the silence was so dense that Taek feared he had hung up, however, he heard a long sigh.
“You're unbelievable.” Samut's voice was now a low thread, stripped of the previous mockery. The movement of his feet was heard. “You call me to insult me, you use me to come, and now you expect me to drive to your apartment in the early morning to take care of you.”
“I don't want to be alone right now. It hurts... my whole body hurts...” Taek murmured, opening his eyes, feeling the emptiness in his bed grow larger.
“That's because you're inconsiderate with yourself.” Samut growled, but this time there was a metallic background noise: the sound of keys. “Stay right where you are, don't you dare sleep.”
“Are you coming?” Taek's heart skipped a beat.
“I'm going over to finish what you started.”
“Don't keep me waiting.” Taek managed to whisper, with a bit of that habitual arrogance returning to his voice.
“Don't push your luck, Taek. Hang up the phone and don't move.” Samut sentenced before cutting the line with a sharp click.
The sudden silence of the room hit Taek like a blast of freezing air. He dropped the cell phone onto the nightstand and passed a hand over his face covered by a thin layer of sweat, letting out a long sigh. His body was still vibrating from the intensity of the double orgasm, and the trail of semen cooling on his abdomen reminded him of how low he had fallen just to hear his ex—boyfriend's voice. He felt dirty, exposed, and absurdly anxious.
Twenty minutes passed that felt like hours. Taek didn't even bother to cover himself; he stayed flat on his back, with his legs spread slightly and his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
When the sharp sound of keys echoed at the main door of his apartment, Taek's stomach did a flip of anticipation. His ex—boyfriend had never gotten rid of his copy of the key.
Samut's steps were annoyingly calm, advancing down the hallway until the bedroom door opened. He was wearing a baggy black sweatshirt and messy hair, but his dark eyes were completely alert, fixed on the mess Taek was on the sheets.
Samut closed the door behind his back without breaking eye contact for a single second. He walked toward the bed and stopped right at the edge, looking down at Taek's shiny skin, his flushed cheeks, and the wet mess staining the sheet.
“Look at you.” Samut said almost sighing. “You really are a mess.”
“You came...” Taek murmured, trying to hold his gaze with haughtiness, though his fingers instinctively dug into the sheet. “I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You're so predictable, Phi.”
Samut let out a nasal laugh, leaning forward until his face was a few inches from Taek's.
“You said I'm selfish, right?” He repeated for the second time in the early morning, but this time in person. “You said I never did what you wanted.” Samut reached out a hand and, with deliberate roughness, caught Taek's chin, forcing him to look at him face—to—face.
Taek swallowed hard, feeling how his crotch began to throb hard again just from the physical closeness.
“You... you are.” Taek insisted.
“Fine. Then I'm going to be truly selfish.” Samut let go of his chin and, with a few quick movements, got rid of his clothes, standing completely naked before Taek's dilated eyes. His erection was already completely awake.
Samut climbed onto the bed, trapping Taek's legs and opening them without the slightest gentleness. The contrast of his cold hands against Taek's hypersensitive skin made the latter let out a muffled cry.
“Phi... wait, I'm still...” Taek tried to protest, but Samut had no intention of negotiating.
“Shut up. You already talked too much over the phone.” Samut ordered.
Without using any more lubricant than the wetness Taek had left at his entrance after his solitary tantrum, Samut aligned his tip and pushed himself inside with a single sharp, deep thrust, claiming his ex—boyfriend's body with a violent possessiveness.
Taek screamed his name as he tensed up. His hands flew to Samut's shoulders, digging his nails into the skin while his body tried to take in the sudden invasion. The stretch was so direct that he saw stars. Feeling the forbidden pleasure of having Samut break all the rules for him burned him inside.
Samut didn't wait for him to adjust. He began to move immediately with an erratic, furious rhythm, punishing Taek's entrance with heavy thrusts that made the headboard of the bed hit the wall rhythmically.
“Is this what you wanted at two in the morning?” Samut growled, each word punctuated by the wet impact of their bodies. “Did you want me to come put you in your place?”
“Yes! Ah, mngh... Phi Samut, more... more!” Taek begged, completely gone, tears running free over his temples. The pain of the friction blended with the purest ecstasy. He loved feeling Samut like this, unhinged, losing all his damn composure just for him.
Samut took him by the hips, lifting him slightly to drive even deeper, hitting the exact spot with consistency. Taek arched his back, his sweet sounds making Samut shudder. His penis, stimulated solely by Samut's thrusts, became rigid again and dripped onto his own chest.
“You're mine, Taek... even though we're no longer together... you're still mine...”
“I'm... ah! I'm yours, Samut! I'm yours!” Taek admitted in the middle of a delirium of pleasure, surrendering the last shred of control he had left.
Samut increased the speed upon hearing those words. The room became a whirlwind of heat, groans, and the constant sound of skin colliding. Taek felt like his body was going to collapse at any moment; the overstimulation was so much that his mind was blank.
Taek's climax arrived firmly, like a short circuit that shut down his thoughts. His fingers curled like claws into Samut's skin, he closed his eyes and let out a scream that broke into a stifled sob. His penis contracted and expelled his semen while his walls contracted in a series of spasms around Samut's penis.
But Samut didn't stop.
Ignoring his ex—boyfriend's crying from exhaustion, Samut squeezed Taek tightly, keeping the younger one's legs raised and open. He continued thrusting with a fast, steady rhythm, sinking deeply against the walls that were still vibrating from his climax.
“Ah! Samut... ngh, this...!” Taek whimpered, sweeping his head across the wet pillow.
The thrusts against his painful sensitivity from the recently achieved orgasm transformed into an absolutely delicious torture. Each thrust from Samut caused a new electrical discharge to ripple down Taek's spine, making him float in the glory of an overstimulation. He couldn't close his legs and much less could he escape; he was completely at the mercy of his ex.
“Haaa... Taek... mmm....”
Samut let out a low growl, enjoying the tight knot of heat that the inside of Taek had become. Feeling how those soaked walls milked him and squeezed him with each involuntary spasm was all he needed to be able to come soon, and even more having him like this, crying with ecstasy under his body, was the most addictive victory.
“Phi... Phi Samut, I'm going to... nngh...!” Taek stammered, unable to process that his body was being dragged into another orgasm.
Samut felt Taek's entrance become even narrower, sucking him in with an urgency that threatened to melt his own self—control. His dark eyes scanned his ex's face, scrunched up with pleasure, delighting in the view. With some final thrusts that made the bed slam hard against the wall, Samut arched his back as his semen, thick and hot, flooded deep inside Taek.
A sob escaped Taek's throat before his body collapsed exhausted and trembling from head to toe from the intensity of the overstimulation.
Samut stayed on top of him for a few seconds, regulating his heavy breathing. He withdrew slowly, hearing the wet sound of the separation, and let himself fall beside him on the messy mattress.
Taek had his eyes closed, feeling Samut's semen slide down his thighs.
The smell of sex, sweat, and the sweet aroma of lubricant filled the dense air of the room. Turning his head, he saw Taek completely melted: his legs still semi—open, his lips swollen, and his tears dried.
Despite the physical satisfaction, and the fact that he could go another round, Samut sat up upon noticing the tremor that still ran through his ex—boyfriend's thighs. Whether he was his ex—boyfriend or not, he couldn't just leave him like that. The mere thought of leaving Taek that vulnerable turned his stomach in a bad way.
“Taek.” Samut murmured, his voice hoarse. “We need to clean up. The sheet is a mess and you are soaked.”
Taek didn't open his eyes; he only let out a grunt.
“No... leave me alone.” He mumbled. “I want to sleep. I’m going to die if I move.”
“If you sleep like that, tomorrow you’re going to wake up sticky and you won't even be able to sit down from the pain.” Samut insisted.
Samut saw the stiffness in Taek's muscles and knew that the punishment from a moment ago, combined with the roughness with which Taek had treated himself before he arrived, would take its toll in the morning if he didn't intervene now. Samut sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and stood up.
He moved Taek aside to remove the damp sheet and then went to the bathroom. He grabbed a clean towel, soaked it with warm water, then took a dry towel and the soothing ointment he always used to ease Taek's pain, and returned to the bedroom.
Gently, Samut parted Taek's legs. With the damp towel, he began to clean Taek's belly and thighs. His movements were the polar opposite of the intensity with which he had taken him minutes before; he moved the towel delicately, wiping away the sticky mess with soft strokes. Taek had tensed up upon feeling the wet contact, but the warmth of the water soon made him relax, letting out a long sigh as he let his open legs fall onto the bed, completely surrendered to his ex's care.
“Slowly... it hurts.” Taek whispered with a pout, completely losing his bad-boy facade.
“I told you that you had been too rough on yourself before I got here.” Samut reproached, though his hands contradicted his stern tone, being utterly delicate.
Taek watched the whole process, feeling small and helpless before Samut's actions.
“You came running just because I called you... and now you clean me as if you were my servant. Have I told you already that you are obsessed with me?”
“You used to tell me all the time.” He murmured casually. “And I don't want you calling me tomorrow to complain that you can't sit down.” He retorted. “Turn over.”
Taek complained but obeyed, rolling onto his stomach. Samut cleaned him and then poured some of the ointment into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before applying it carefully. Upon feeling the cold contact of the medicine, Taek let out a complaint but didn't move, and within a few seconds, the analgesic effect began to numb the dull ache of overstimulation, replacing it with a cooling relief.
Finally, Samut cleaned himself quickly. When Samut was finished, he set the things aside on the nightstand.
Samut went to Taek's closet to look for some clean clothes. As he opened the doors, he couldn't help but have a smile form on his face. There were the clothes he had given up for lost since the breakup. Taek hadn't thrown anything away. Not a single garment.
He returned to the bed with the clothes and threw one of the shirts in Taek's face.
“I see my «terrible sense of taste» still occupies half of your closet.” Samut mocked in a low tone while putting on clean pants.
Taek pulled the shirt off his face with a huff, his ears turning a blushing red.
“They were there because... because I use them to mop the floor.” He lied shamelessly, though he slipped into the worn fabric immediately, inhaling the scent softly. Unlike the other garments that already smelled of Taek's fabric softener, that shirt still held a bit of Samut's perfume. “Besides, you left them... they aren't yours anymore.”
“How shameless...” Samut murmured as he watched Taek slowly put on his pants.
Both slid under the blanket, seeking the center of the bed. The mattress sank under their combined weight and, in an almost magnetic way, Taek's body crawled toward Samut's warmth, hugging his waist. It seemed like both had a magnet drawing them to each other.
Samut felt the exhaustion of having been woken up at two in the morning and having driven against the clock crash over him.
“Tomorrow... you are going to have to order me breakfast.” Taek murmured against Samut's chest while closing his eyes. “You owe me for talking so ugly to me on the phone.”
“Shut up and go to sleep already.” Samut whispered. “Tomorrow I’ll see what I do with you.”
Taek let out one last faint chuckle, completely pleased with having gotten exactly what he wanted.
Taek was already about to fall asleep, until his mind sent him an alert signal.
He snapped his eyes open in the darkness.
«He didn't kiss me», he thought.
He reviewed the entire sequence since Samut returned from the bathroom, but there wasn't a single good—night kiss. Not on the forehead, not on the cheek, and much less on the lips.
Indignation rose through his chest like a hot tide.
Taek shifted abruptly, sitting up in bed. The mattress shook, and Samut, who was already halfway to falling asleep, let out a grunt of frustration, opening one eye to look at him.
“What is wrong with you now?” Samut asked with annoyance.
“You are a damn inconsiderate jerk.” Taek snapped, crossing his arms, his lips pursed in a pout and his eyes shining with anger.
Samut rubbed his face with both hands, taking a deep breath so as not to lose the little patience he had left in the early hours of the morning.
“What are you talking about? What are you complaining about now?”
“About the fact that you didn't kiss me!” Taek exclaimed, giving the pillow a weak swat. “Not a single kiss, Phi!”
Samut stayed still for a moment, processing the complaint. A small, amused smile began to form at the corner of his lips, and then he let out a laugh, which ignited Taek's fury even more.
“Are you laughing? You are mocking my feelings!” Taek turned around, making a move to get out of bed. “I knew you were selfish. Go to your apartment, I don't want you here.”
Before he could even put a foot on the floor, Samut's hand shot out, catching him firmly by the wrist and pulling him back. Taek fell flat on his back against the mattress, by his side again.
“You are incredibly exhausting, did you know that?” Samut murmured. “You provoke me, you force me to drive all the way here, I treat you like porcelain because you hurt yourself... and you get indignant because I didn't kiss you?”
“It was the first thing you should have done...” Taek complained.
Samut leaned over and caught his lips in a slow kiss. It was a deep kiss, one of those that tasted of possession and reminded Taek exactly why he couldn't let him go. Samut's tongue traced his mouth with deliberate slowness, claiming him once more, devouring him until Taek ran out of air and had to cling to his shoulders, letting out a small gasp between his lips.
When Samut finally pulled away, he left a line of short, wet kisses along Taek's jawline, moving down to his neck, where he nipped gently.
“Are you happy now?” Samut whispered against his skin, making him shiver.
Taek, with his cheeks burning and his chest rising and falling, swallowed the rest of his complaints and hugged Samut's waist again.
“For now.” Taek murmured. “But tomorrow I want breakfast to include pancakes and more kisses.”
Samut smiled, closing his eyes as he wrapped him completely in the blanket.
“You really are spoiled... go to sleep already, Taek.”