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[1]:
For the past month, it starts the same way.
They both dance around the direct requests, speaking with their bodies for what their words lack.
When Seonwoo initiates, there's a glimmer of intrigue that flashes through Maru's eyes, before he pretends like he doesn't want it even when the saliva already starts to pool in his mouth.
He glares at Seonwoo while biting his lip, raises an eyebrow when Seonwoo's pushing his bangs back, and squeezes his eyes shut, whimpers leaking out when his hips snap to a rhythm in his mouth.
Sometimes, Seonwoo will stop, just to see Maru pick it back up again, his head ferociously bobbing back and forth.
It's not until Seonwoo gets a little rough with it.
It's an unfortunate feedback loop that Seonwoo finds himself unraveling into each time Maru drops to his knees. It never fails to make the blood rush in his veins, to have this man looking up at him from below, getting all flushed every time Seonwoo points out something about how he looks, how needy he sounds.
He doesn't mean to thrust harshly, but he always ends up making Maru choke a little, putting his gag reflex to the test while precome leaks down his throat. When Seonwoo is spent, the little devil has the gall to slurp up the last drops, swirling his tongue around the tip like he's favoring the leftovers.
The particular protocol that Seonwoo has grown accustomed to has been the same location each time—the foyer of his apartment. His place instead of Maru's, a small courtesy for allowing Seonwoo to spill come in his mouth.
A shuffle of shoes. The thud of rubber skidding against tile.
He'll lean his weight back against his wall. Sometimes he'll unbuckle his pants, sometimes Maru will get to it first. Either way, it ends up the same.
The rush of heat from down below that shoots all along his spine, tight lips and tongue feeling along dense skin.
Seonwoo had gripped harshly, grabbing his hair by the root and guiding his head to the right spot. Hands climbing up his thighs, fingers gripping tighter. Messy slobber and upturned eyebrows, whining while his tail was practically wagging at the treatment. He should've known then, from the way his eyes glazed over, his attempt at sucking in a breath, getting drool all over.
He especially should picked it up, in the slow of time, the midst of his own shuddery breaths, that Maru had quickly wiped his mouth after, the stain of his flushed cheeks still lingering.
[2]:
The second time that gives Seonwoo pause is the moment he's pushed into a supply closet, the fluorescent lights quickly blurring into a darkness that he barely has time to adjust to, blinking ridiculously like that would make it better.
It does, minutely.
But now the lewd piece of work has gotten bold.
He knows, because the pressure of those deft fingertips are groping at his groin faster than he can scream for help.
Another blink, and those fingers are fumbling with the belt, until Seonwoo turns around to face him, just to see more of those blurry dots in the darkness.
Maru's already dropped to his knees.
What happened to decorum? Time and place?
"We're not doing this here." Seonwoo plants a hand on Maru's shoulder, and Maru swats it away promptly, tugging his work slacks down further until the bottom hem of his boxers peek out.
"You're not doing anything. Jus' lemme take care of it."
Seonwoo clicks his tongue, replaying the sly moves this little fox made on him. "Accidentally" brushing his hips against Seonwoo's, leaning across the office table, a sliver of his midriff showing, an all too obvious bend at the waist.
Making a comment of it just means defeat, so Seonwoo refuses to verbally acknowledge what feels like bird mating calls, but instead of shiny feathers that capture his attention, the side glances and arch of that lithe waist is enough to get Seonwoo's blood rising.
Seonwoo groans to himself, realizing the conditioning is worse with this little thing propped between his legs.
"The hell's going on with you today?"
Maru doesn't answer that, just slides his hands in between Seonwoo's thighs and nuzzles his cheek against his boxers. His skin pricks, from going warm so quick. Moreso, from the prospect of being caught doing this.
Seonwoo raises an eyebrow, head turning to peer through the small glass window pane, the sheerest bit of light peeking through from the office lamps—and the loosening of his slacks and the deafening sound of a zipper is enough for Seonwoo's attention to snap back down.
A quick hand gropes him through the briefs, slacks pulled down to his upper thighs, resting right under his ass. Maru doesn't miss the chance to grab at Seonwoo's ass, unable to hide the borderline elation on his face. He comes to rests one hand on the side of Seonwoo's thigh, the other gripping at the bunched up slacks near the front. The hot exhale of Maru's breath makes Seonwoo grip the counter behind him. He slides one hand up over his mouth, forcing himself to breathe through his nose. Heavy and slightly muffled, Seonwoo curses.
The supply room is dark, barely illuminated by the hallway light, and a bit too dusty if Seonwoo is being honest. Not the place to be doing this, and anyone could see in if they stuck their face just a few inches from the glass pane.
Seonwoo can't see Maru's face as well, the edges of his face blurred by the fuzzy backlighting. The eagerness, though, can't be missed.
Shuffling Seonwoo's slacks down to his liking, Maru doesn't waste time. A few fingers at the waistband of his underwear, and suddenly Maru is cupping at his balls as the cool air hits his length.
Maru doesn't seem deterred, an audible swallow and his lips parting, eyes flickering just up and down the length like he doesn't know where to start.
The moment of indecision moves quickly, as Maru nudges his cheek against Seonwoo's half-hard dick, and swiftly surprises him by starting at his balls, rolling them a bit as he licks and sucks—alternating between pressing open-mouthed kisses and suctioning in an almost debauched manner.
Getting Seonwoo wet at the base, Maru makes his way up. He places a wet kiss on the underside of his cock, and it makes Seonwoo shudder.
Quick to harden, Maru doesn't miss the twitch of it, delicious heat pulsating on his tongue. He breathes in wet huffs, sliding his cheek across Seonwoo's dick like he misses it. The sight of Maru nosing in his navel makes Seonwoo lightheaded.
Maru lets his tongue hang loose, letting saliva run down his balls. His fingers come up to massage them at the same time that he sucks, and a current of pleasure runs straight through his gut so fast. Maru wiggles his tongue against a prominent vein, and Seonwoo hisses.
Without a moment's notice, he welcomes him in deeper. Nudging further until there's some resistance, and—oh hello, and the wet sensation of Maru pushing the soft part of his cheek against him makes him fill up.
His hands grip harsh onto the side of Maru's head, pulling him off. His chest heaves with the effort, but the little devil is practically magnetized to his dick, swaying and leaning in like it's his last meal.
He flicks his tongue against the tip, laps along the side with an audible slurp. Seonwoo doesn't think the sound is deliberate. But then Maru does it again. And again. The wet noises fill the dark room.
"Quit slobbering like a dog", Seonwoo grits. His grip tightens, pulling at hair when Maru's barely holding back a smirk, eyes flicking up in amusement at Seonwoo huffing from frustrated arousal.
Maru pulls off with a wet pop, but before he can dive back in again, a patter of muffled footsteps echos out from the hallway.
Seonwoo immediately stiffens, keeping his feet planted firm into the ground. He instinctively hunches over a bit, and in his panic, he clenches his fist, hands still caught in Maru's hair.
Seonwoo swallows, and can hear the blood rushing in his ears. The footsteps get quieter, and whoever it was just left the hallway, the only sound left being squeaking door hinges. The adrenaline makes his skin prickle, breath caught in his throat and pulse jumping in his veins.
"What if someone catches us?" Seonwoo hisses. "Are you crazy?" Turning to look down, he only realizes how hard he's gripping by the squeak that Maru lets out. Seonwoo immediately releases the grip, but keeps his hand on the side of Maru's head.
"Y-you…" Maru's voice comes out hoarse, and he coughs wet, clearing his throat. The edges of his eyes are watery. "You wouldn't let that happen."
The side of Seonwoo's forehead throbs, because he doesn't know what the hell that means. He can't think straight, not with his pants pulled down to his thighs, his dick out, and Mr. Overachiever here with his mouth wide open.
The audacity makes Seonwoo want to smack Maru across the face. He doesn't, because the lewd brat almost looks like he'd like it.
Face flushed, biting his lip, and Seonwoo can see how fast Maru's chest is rising and falling. Like a rabbit, heart jackhammering in his chest. He clenches his fists in the sides of Seonwoo's pants, and looks up at him through his eyelashes. Licks over his plump lips, his chin wet with spittle and precome.
Fucking hell.
Part agitation, part arousal, it all swirls inside of Seonwoo. Consider his feathers officially ruffled.
He can't tell what Maru is thinking, other than nothing at all. If he had been thinking, he would have known that sucking cock during office hours is a terrible HR disaster waiting to happen.
Seonwoo lightly taps the side of his cheek. Only a sliver of lucidity comes back to his eyes, but he otherwise stays right there on his knees. His eyes have been glazed over for a while now, and Seonwoo starts to notice a pattern. The swaying motions, the slow way he moves his limbs, almost in a trance. When Maru gets like this, it's useless asking for reason. On his one track mind, the only result he's willing to wait for is Seonwoo spilling down his throat.
Maru leans in again, and Seonwoo taps his gloved fingers against his plush bottom lip. They immediately part, and Seonwoo takes the opportunity to slide hook fingers in his mouth, his thumb gripping underneath Maru's chin. He pulls two fingers down to open his jaw like a hinge, and Maru freezes.
He blinks, a little startled from the harsh motion.
There's a warm buzz underneath Seonwoo's skin. His neck is damp, and his fingers twitch with the urge to pull.
"Bet you'd love it, hm?", Seonwoo murmurs. "Swallowing all my come?" Two gloved fingers spread to the farthest corners of his mouth, forcing Maru to open wide. Fangs scrape past the first knuckle, and a shiver runs through Seonwoo's spine. Maru's head tilts back to accommodate for the intrusion, that wet tongue twitching.
Seonwoo groans from the angle of his throat swallowing around nothing.
Maru's eyes squint, the rim of his eyes slightly wet. He gives his best attempt at a scowl, furrowing his eyebrows, while squeezing his thighs together. It does the opposite as he intended, because Seonwoo's gaze scrapes down his chest, his hands clenched in the fabric of Seonwoo's pants, down to his thighs.
As if Seonwoo is wrong.
As if Seonwoo can't see how much he loves it, loves being on his knees, loves opening his mouth and accepting any part of him in. The thought is enough to make Seonwoo's blood run hot.
When Seonwoo pulls his fingers out, a trail of saliva and precome follows. Maru chokes out a few wet spluttering coughs.
Maru looks up, pupils dark and blown wide. Chest still rising and falling quickly, bottom lip bitten raw with his fangs, and little bits of his bangs clinging to his damp forehead. His legs now splayed out like a baby deer…Seonwoo finds it ridiculous and not at all cute.
He releases his grip on Maru's hair.
Maru gives a little confused noise when Seonwoo is rummaging in the back pocket of his slacks. Rips open the square plastic packaging, sliding the condom all the way on.
Seonwoo can see the exact moment that Maru realizes what he's doing, and that frown comes back again.
No, a pout would be more accurate.
Seonwoo barks out a laugh, feeling mystified with this temperamental puppy. Had he always been like this?
If he told him to bark, would he do it?
Would he follow him on the edge of his heels? Spin around, do a few tricks?
"What, are you disappointed?" Maru blinks, processing the question. He flushes, starting to open his mouth, but designates himself back to that pout, lips downturned. Seonwoo grabs at his jaw again with one hand, using the other to stroke himself, slow and purposeful. The black haired man almost goes cross eyed, seemingly fixated on the languid movement. "Didn't you say you were going to take care of it?"
Maru's expression slowly slides to one of determination, eyebrows still creased together with a focus, lips parting with a shaky breath as he leans in again. His hand slowly wraps around Seonwoo's where his hand is at the base.
Letting the tip rest against the plane of his tongue for a beat, Maru feeds more of the length in, suckling at the head.
The condom had only momentarily given Maru pause, because he starts to hollow his cheeks, wrapping his lips under his teeth for a smooth entry. The slick warmth of his mouth is still there, along with little muffled whimpers that has Seonwoo leaking a little blurt of precome.
"Shit." Seonwoo partially wishes he had a cigarette right now, blowing out smoke with this hot eager mouth on him. This part of him wants the smoke to lift that space in his head up, to let the embers float him away from the tight tug he feels in his stomach.
Seonwoo pushes the thought aside when Maru grips him at the base, bobbing his head faster. He curses again and hears a groan back in response. Seonwoo's hand makes its way back to Maru's scalp, down until he has him by the back of his neck.
The grasp makes Maru shudder, eyes fluttering as Seonwoo can feel the way he strains to work his jaw against the intrusion.
"Yeah, that's it", Seonwoo mindlessly utters, almost gnawing on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from the other sleuth of words he feels bubbling up. He keeps his hips firm, his back still pressed against a counter and his crotch almost pressing up against Maru's nose.
The feeling of that hot mouth on him even with the condom on isn't too stark of a contrast, but Maru seems eager to make up for the lack of direct skin to skin contact. He moans deep in the back of his throat, eyebrows pinched up together, bobbing his head ferociously.
His slacks slide down further when Maru's got a harsh grip on them with his trembling fingers. Maru gets a little too in it and he's gagging, pulling back with wet hoarse coughs.
Seonwoo swipes over his messy bottom lip, holding himself at the base. His mouth opens back up easily, and he's already sucking on Seonwoo's thumb with a heavy groan.
Seonwoo grits his teeth to keep himself from practically vibrating out of his skin, both the men spurred on by this fake competition of nonchalance even as Seonwoo grips harder onto Maru's head. It only makes Maru want to act out more, letting out noises that would raise questions to anyone listening from outside the door of the storage closet.
In the end, both their sounds are chuffed, muffled by their own persistence, muscles clenched tight. Maru insistently sucks, hollowing out his cheeks like Seonwoo's come is personally going to arrive on his doorstep, like the condom isn't right there.
The spurts of come pulled from Seonwoo makes his lower stomach throb, but by the time he's blinking away the stars, the tip of the condom has filled up from his release.
It's almost mindless, the huffed little praises. Variations of "Yeah, that's it", and "Good…" as Seonwoo works through his shudders, his ears ringing a little, bottom lip tugged in a bit by his teeth.
In the dark, stuffy room, Seonwoo's chest raises slower as he catches his breath.
He tucks himself back into his pants.
Seonwoo brushes a wet piece of hair back, exposing more of Maru's forehead. A few blinks, that wide eye look quickly averting as Maru rubs the back of his hand across his lips, an attempt to get some of the messy residue off. It just further makes him look sloppy, his chest starting to rise and fall in slower increments.
He's practically staring holes into the floor now, making Seonwoo wonder if he's starting to crash down from the high of it all…
Seonwoo makes the split decision to rough up Maru's hair, the sheen of sweat getting rubbed around making him grimace and whine a complaint.
His cheeks are still flushed, and Seonwoo looks away, fighting the urge to grab his face and squeeze Maru until he pops.
———-
[3]:
Seonwoo has become familiar with Maru down on his knees.
It's not that the novelty has worn off, but he could think of a few different positions he could put Maru in.
That's why he's got one hand cupping one asscheek, just his briefs covering him, other articles of clothing strewn across the bed and the floor.
The room is dim, save for a warm bloom of light arching across the ceiling from an orange lamp.
It's not the first time Seonwoo has seen Maru naked, either. He's also not the first person to have seen him naked, all his previous regenerations, or "births" having him pop out of the various pinned places around Ganghwado like a slimy bug out of a cocoon.
Having him sprawled out on the bed like this, though…Seonwoo's imagination goes to several places. He doesn't bother holding back his gaze, making Maru squirm a bit under his eyes.
Seonwoo leans over, close. Close enough that they could share a breath, and Seonwoo takes the opportunity to look at his lashes up close. Maru's breath hitches, his eyes fluttering to half lidded, mouth slightly parting open.
His hands are sprawled out, fingers loosely grasping at the sheets. Maru's chin tilts up, ever so slightly, slotting closer to Seonwoo. There's a pause, and by the time Maru is opening up his eyes again, he's met with the side of Seonwoo's jaw, but Seonwoo's not looking at him.
And Seonwoo can't see that he's not looking at him, not when his gaze has already averted, moving onto the next order of business, the natural set of things.
A click, and the shutting of a drawer, and Seonwoo is back, bottle of lube in hand.
Maru sucks in a breath, and that little crease is back between his eyebrows.
"What?" Seonwoo asks.
"No, it's—" Maru says, too quickly. "Nothing."
The tone immediately tells Seonwoo that it's not nothing, and Maru's lips pressed in a fine line makes Seonwoo raise an eyebrow.
But Seonwoo doesn't know why he'd be embarassed, not when his mouth has wrapped around his dick more times than he can count by now, the little devil sucking up every last drop.
Seonwoo spans his hands over Maru's chest, and down his waist in an attempt to get him to relax, but it just makes him tense more.
The little bug in Seonwoo's chest makes a clear note of this, but he's never been one to back down from a challenge. He uncaps the bottle of lube, squeezes more than he needs. Even as Seonwoo pulls Maru's briefs down just enough to hug his ass, there's barely a flinch when Seonwoo presses a finger in between his cheeks, resting outside his rim. With one hand grabbing Maru's inner thigh, the other gloved hand covered in copious amounts of lube--some of it starting to drip down, Maru's still got that stupid look on his face.
"You distracted or something?"
"What?" Maru blinks.
"So you are."
"Wh-what—no, I…" His eyebrows crease with the motion of his purposeful blinks, and he seems to regain attention of his surroundings, their faces still close enough for their breaths to intermingle. His cheeks pink from Seonwoo's unrelenting gaze.
Maru's inner thigh twitches under Seonwoo's one-handed grip. "I mean yeah, but no, it's fine. Just—keep going."
Seonwoo frowns, running his tongue over the front of his teeth. He tries to not let Maru's tone get to him, but this discomfort in his chest tells him otherwise.
Maru chews on the inside of his cheek.
"You know we don't have to", Seonwoo starts, and Maru immediately frowns, waving a hand.
"That's not it…"
"Then what?" And with more impatience in his voice than Seonwoo intends, "What do you want?"
There's a deep pause, and a disconcerting feeling trickles down his spine at the sight of Maru's unreadable expression. His hands hover, but eventually rests at Maru's hips. Seonwoo rubs at the skin at what seems like an attempt to smooth over Maru's seemingly ill-timed dissociation, but he really rubs Maru's warm skin to soothe himself.
"I…I'm fine…" Maru mumbles, but his eyes seem to unfocus again, drifting somewhere less pleasant given the small crease between his eyebrows. His hands fidget at his sides, bottom lip caught between his teeth, gnawing at the soft skin a bit.
"Not what I asked", Seonwoo murmurs back, mirroring back Maru's tiny frown that's more reminiscent of a pout. He takes inventory of the body under him. Skin still warm. He's still hard, which is a plus. That far away look in his eyes and almost tepid nature doesn't sit right with Seonwoo, though. It's not that same type of glazed over look he gets to see when Maru is spent, or the heavy gaze he senses when he's turned on. It's a slow tick, the realization that Maru's headspace is ungrounded, that he may not be fully in his body.
Change of plans, then.
Seonwoo shifts his hand at Maru's hip, soothing that thumb along the deep crease of his inner thigh. Maru sucks in a breath, and Seonwoo continues to massage until he's close to his balls, and Maru's dick gives a little twitch for the contact.
His gaze is still averted, but his cheeks flush just a bit more, encouraging Seonwoo to continue.
Seonwoo's eyes don't leave Maru's face, until he's leaning in, rubbing his nose in Maru's neck, iliciting a soft gasp from him.
The mixture of his dried sweat and his natural scent makes Seonwoo feel heady. He's sticking out his tongue, running it along Maru's pulse, before gnawing softly at the skin. Seonwoo practically lathers his saliva along Maru's neck before committing, sucking and licking until his eyes grow heavy-lidded, the continuous motions starting to draw some noises out.
Seonwoo feels the spurs in his chest running back up again at Maru's wet exhales, his fingers starting to clench at Seonwoo's shirt. With his hands out of the way, Seonwoo takes the opportunity to grasp at Maru's balls, fondling them before giving him a firm stroke that normally wouldn't be so wet.
Maru had seemed to forget about Seonwoo's well-lubed up hand, his eyes flying open, flinching from the sensation. Another firm stroke to spread the lube around, and Seonwoo is picking up the pace faster than Maru can prepare for.
"I told you…" Seonwoo whispers, lips right up to his ear. His teeth graze along Maru's earlobe, and he flinches. "We don't need to…", Seonwoo leaves the rest unsaid. Gives Maru another stroke. "We can just do this, hm?"
An almost panicked little whimper escapes, fingers clenching harder into Seonwoo's shirt. A few fast strokes, until Seonwoo slides his hand up, thumb circling the slit now leaking a drop of precome. Back up and down, the circular motion makes wet shlicking noises. Maru's chest quickens with his breath, and he blinks hard a few times.
Seonwoo nudges Maru's cheek with his nose, the motion and contact making him startle. Seonwoo's hands preoccupied with keeping that burning pace, the little flickers of pleasure starting to ripple throughout Maru's body.
"What do you want?" Seonwoo asks again, voice rumbling against the side of Maru's cheek.
Tell me.
Look at me.
It doesn't matter how Maru's flushing under him, what he needs even more right now is…
Tell me.
Say it.
I need to hear it.
Maru seems to hear his silent ask—his plea, the almost desperate way Seonwoo is nudging him for it, the slight tilt in his voice that wouldn't sound different to anyone else.
"Want this…" Maru mumbles again, but his eyes come to meet Seonwoo's this time and it's like everything is lighting back up again. His pupils dialated, face flushed with desire. The relief that washes over him cascades down, and Seonwoo doesn't register himself smiling until Maru lets out a breath. "Want you to…"
"Want me to what?"
Maru huffs again, his closed fist bumping against Seonwoo's chest. "No, I mean—" Another petulant sigh, but Seonwoo can't find himself to be too displeased at the attitude, not when Maru is looking so…
"Hm?" Seonwoo hums, blinking himself out of it.
"You too…" Maru corrects, mumbling.
I want you.
His gaze flickers up to meet Seonwoo's, then back down where his fingers are dipping into Seonwoo's waistband. It registers a second too late, because Maru is already grabbing and pulling him out of his pants.
Maru shifts, pulling Seonwoo down closer in a hurry.
It's all disjointed, rushed and hurried.
Now Maru is the one feeling restless, but Seonwoo considers that a win over the unsure and disconnected feeling from earlier. The static starting to clear itself, turning into a more pleasant fuzziness.
When their flesh bumps together, Seonwoo feels himself short circuit, before zeroing in on the feeling. Their legs shift, and even with Seonwoo sitting on top, Maru doesn't seem to mind the eventual feeling of numbness in his legs. When Maru's hand squeezes both of their dicks together, it draws out a groan, and Seonwoo leans into that tingly feeling. Seonwoo's hand comes to meet Maru's on the other side of their lengths, and their fingers overlap. Not even in tandem, or the same pace, but it doesn't matter when this man is unraveling underneath him. Maru's hips shift upward, and when Seonwoo's thumb circles the wetness around his tip, he lets out a warbled whine that has Seonwoo groaning.
Back and forth, the slickness makes way for a smooth glide, their foreskin rubbing against each other. Seonwoo tries to nudge Maru but he doesn't notice, the hot sensation all he can manage in the moment.
Maru's leaning into Seonwoo this time, rubbing his cheek along Seonwoo's chest. He starts to curl in on himself a little bit, and the feeling of Maru's cock twitching against his own is sending sparks straight to his gut. Little pants and whimpers fill the room, and Maru is whining a weak protest. Seonwoo's hand takes over for the both of them, and Maru melts further under that persistent rhythm, the wet glide producing audible shlicks with each stroke.
He can see Maru's abs clenching from the angle, sweat glistening against his pecs, and a bit further up where he's got one hand clenched in his shirt, pushing it up to expose his chest.
Seonwoo adjusts his hip, their tips bumping against eachother, pulling away with a string of precome connecting the two. The sight of it makes him dizzy, and with it comes an airy chuckle. "It's-hah-cute. Like we're kissing." Seonwoo slides the comment half-minded, as he gets to that place where he can feel his release right around the corner. That single-minded goal to get over the finish line.
He feels Maru's reaction to it, right before a shuddery gasp. Maru's cock jerks hard between his fingertips, and Seonwoo picks up the pace to tug him over the finish line. He's got that little wide-eyed look, the way his mind just barely manages to what his body is doing. A little whine spills out, like he's trying to warn Seonwoo, but it's too late. With his abs twitching and his warnings left unanswered, Seonwoo captures most of the spill in his hands, not far behind.
It's the debauched and sweaty look, the slightly haze in his eyes that has Seonwoo groaning, some of his spend accidentally spilling onto Maru's abdomen.
When they get themselves wiped and cleaned up, Seonwoo knows that Maru is looking at him, even as his back is turned. He has half a mind to ask why, but he's still coming down from the high, regaining some strength and blood back in the usual places.
[4]:
Seonwoo and Maru had consecutively agreed that they wouldn't be putting a strict label on what they've been doing. Or rather, who they'd be to each other.
It's easier that way, less of a headache. One less task to pile on their never ending list of figuring out who the hell they need to be targeting and how to avoid getting immediately slaughtered on the front lines.
So really, not much has changed.
Seonwoo and Maru are on the same team, despite Seonwoo's now exaggerated disdain for Maru, a familiar pattern he falls into, and one that they both know doesn't steam from any real contempt. It's easy to just open his mouth and let the insults spill out. He's found it almost cathartic to be able to dish out verbal insults and know that Maru would never actually take them to heart. He never had, even when Seonwoo had first met him and called him a pathetic "Level One." Seonwoo had easily stamped that label on anyone not worth his time (or more accurately, anyone who threatened his…"status".) That status, being something Seonwoo used to cling onto for dear life didn't do much but inhibit his own strength, anyways. That "strength" he fought so hard to keep, to sacrifice for, to devote everything to.
Seonwoo figures that the man that broke those walls down, the same man that willingly drops to his knees and looks at him through flushed cheeks and teary eyes would be more upfront…
With what exactly, Seonwoo can't tell. Part of his irritation is not being able to set aside the small, questionable little ticks that Maru may or may not be intentionally showing. Seonwoo had thought from the beginning that Maru was some sort of enigma. He just didn't call it that from the beginning. "Stupid", "Idiot", "Bastard", and "Level One" were much safer, more comfortable options. Especially when Maru proved himself to be just as reactive, the two butting heads more times than necessary.
Seonwoo can't put a definitive label on Maru's abrasiveness, or his bluntness, or his ability to jump into everything headfirst, even when that means sometimes being chomped in half by crazy Nachal.
Though, Seonwoo can't accurately describe much of reality these days, not with a total of 5 hours of sleep spread across 3 days.
The newly implemented, and mandatory night shifts have thrown everyone for a loop. A necessary evil, one that Seonwoo knows is temporary but a strategy that's still painful, as his vision blurs slightly under his heavy blinks. Even after new signals and alarms put in place, the adrenaline will eventually run out. He also needs to conserve his energy in case the alarms really do ring, but it's a damn hard thing to do when he can feel how heavy his soles are, and how faintly the sheep are starting to jump over the fence.
Seonwoo rolls his shoulders back, but it doesn't do much other than highlight the stiffness in his back. He's been sitting in that damn office chair for who knows how long. He doesn't feel like being as alert as a bunny with his heart thumping out of his chest, but he knows that lying on the floor will quickly grab him and pull him to a slumber that will just cause a headache later.
Looking to the other side of the conference table, Seonwoo can see that Maru's dealing with the same battle.
They've both had their eyes open, even with both their eye bags dragging them down.
The faint hum of the overhead fan is the only noise, until Maru breaks first.
His eyes close shut, actually. But Seonwoo makes a small disgruntled noise, and it makes Maru blink and look up at Seonwoo, eyes still half-lidded. His arms are also crossed in himself, both of them mirroring this stubbornly stiff, slouched pose in the office chairs.
Maru huffs. What?
Seonwoo grunts again. Have to stay awake.
Maru attempts to roll his eyes, but only succeeds in letting his head roll around like the effort of keeping his head up is too much.
The yawn hits Seonwoo hard, his jaw practically unlocking with the effort and the little whistle of his breath.
"Ugh, don't.", Maru grumbles.
"What?"
"'Cuz then you're gonna make me—" He cuts himself off, yawning short and sweet, closing his eyes again and letting his head fall against his chest. "This sucks", Maru mumbles again. He click the tips of his shoes together, arms still crossed over himself, his chin starting to disappear as he tucks more of his head in, as if to get comfortable.
Seonwoo feels the fight leave his body, but from the looks of it, Maru is in a worse position.
Seonwoo quickly weighs his options. "Just-", he sighs. Motions Maru with his hand, but it's then that Maru slides down to the floor. Whatever Maru had interpreted in Seonwoo's subtly hand movement gives Seonwoo pause. Maru crawls across to Seonwoo, still blinking with the weight of the world dragging his eyebags, and then he's sliding down. Hands spreading across the floor with the rest of his body following, and he promptly curls up on his side, the side of his head hitting the carpet with a soft thud.
Soft breaths easing into that predictable rhythm, and it all ridiculously happens so quick that Seonwoo has to check if he hallucinated any of that. But no, his bangs slide sway to one side, and he places one arm underneath himself as a pillow, getting more comfortable. Seonwoo had intended to let Maru rest first, just not in the form of what practically looks like a guard dog resting in front of his feet.
The slope of his neck, slightly parted lips, eyebrows slightly creased up. It gives Seonwoo visions of a man, panting, desperate for his touch.
But it's the swiftness, and almost the ease at which he'd let himself rest, unguarded in front of Seonwoo.
The thought makes him sober, even as his vision is a bit hazy from pures exhaustion.
There's something to be examined there, but Seonwoo pushes it to the side just like all previous worldly desires he's had.
Though this time, Seonwoo finds his mind wandering back on all the little ticks, the little inklings that would point to a big flashing neon sign. But Maru has never been someone that Seonwoo could easily compartimentalize.
Han Maru could never be tamed. Not by Nachal, otherworldly entities, and certainly not by one other person.
But here, laying in front of him, sleep-deprived and trusting, there's a little tick in the back of his mind. To notice it. To unearth it.
[5]:
Seonwoo had already sensed something was off from even before they had paired up. Eyes boring into the back of his head, and gone just as quickly when he'd turn and find the obvious source acting oh-so-nonchalant, drinking his water in the corner.
The team had suggested group training. They don't often get the chance to spar with each other, given that majority of the Ganghwa Island's team and many other new recruits are solely focused on taking down Nachal.
Identify their power. Find their weak spots. Eliminate them before you get eliminated.
Even with Maru's healing abilities, it's not as much of a buff as it is a liability, to be reliant on such a skill when Maru can't be at every location at once.
So now, the team has split up. Kang Chana has proven herself to be formidable in close contact, and Seonwoo could learn alot from her. Seonwoo finds himself pleased at how much he can gain from sparring with Kang Chana. It's slightly less terrifying, knowing that your opponent is not actively trying to drill bloody spikes into you. Seonwoo's also been restricted from using his powers, so he focuses on other ways to take down his opponents that might require more time spent on his end.
She's proven to be a formidable opponent in close contact, and both Seonwoo and Chana manage to land hits on each other, with occasional hoots and commentary from Captain Deokman, giving each of them pointers. What to look out for, what to consider when your opponent is well-versed in several types of martial arts and training.
Maru's only been rooting for Kang Chana, though. The praise comes easily, and on the sidelines, he looks more like a fanboy than someone with constructive criticism.
Seonwoo lands a hit, and finds himself waiting in that suspensatory hum, only for Maru to downplay the effect. Seonwoo rolls his shoulders back, sweat starting to build for the two of them. He tries to ignore it, but with each passing round, it becomes more clear that Maru's all intentions and purposes are to piss Seonwoo off.
Seonwoo would argue that Maru started it first, but it all looks the same when two grown men are screaming at eachother, and Captain Deokman tries his best to turn it into a potential match.
It doesn't work, and the two are pushed into seperate corners for their cool-down.
[+1]:
The Neutral Nachal was never going to be their toughest opponent.
Seonwoo knows it. He knew it then, when the...entity had gone stumbling in, drunk and bumbling and looking almost as foolish as Maru. This cat here had dragged in much more than they'd bargained for.
Seonwoo isn't sure if it was the birthday cake that went unopened, or the sudden fight inside their apartment, or the negotiations that always brought on headaches, but Seonwoo finds himself fed up with the way Maru practically clings to that silver-haired nachal. Even after an attempt on their lives, Maru had so easily brushed it off, like everything could be mended with a few beers and a night out.
Make that three nights out over just one week, and Seonwoo finds himself rolling his eyes for no particular reason, a vein threatening to pop. A quick outburst, a verbal altercation, and suddenly it all reverts back.
It's unsurprising but still disappointing when Seonwoo finds himself under that same pattern from the beginning.
A shuffle of shoes. The thud of rubber skidding against tile.
Seonwoo getting up close and personal, hand clenched in Maru's shirt collar, their breath exchanged with every little comment and strike and blow.
This time though, Seonwoo doesn't have enough patience to watch every reaction, not until he's had his way. Not until he gets a little rough with it, Maru getting all hot and squirmy and worked up.
Before he knows it, he's spilling into Maru's mouth-and Maru's got that stupid self-satisfied look on his face.
The one where he's practically saying Gotcha!
Seonwoo manages to find himself in the middle of one of the loops, a stupid argument that neither of them would actually "agree to disagree on". There's a moment he has to regain outside of his body before he enters back into the real world, scoffing in disbelief.
If there's one thing Seonwoo has learned from Maru, it's that he just needs to take that first step. No more standing in the dark.
"I get it now." Seonwoo takes a step closer. “Why you're acting like a brat."
"Do you?" Maru's back hits the wall. He rolls his shoulders back, chest puffing out a bit.
Maru's eyes move incrementally, and in the light angled at the side of his face, Seonwoo can see his pupils dilated slightly. They hold the moment together, the weight of their stares boring into each other. A pause that stretches out, until Seonwoo feels an itch underneath his skin, until Maru is the first to break eye contact, but just fractionally. His gaze is still on Seonwoo's face, a little lower. Transfixed on a certain spot.
Seonwoo hand slides up, giving him a sharp jab in the chest with his pointer finger. The pressure has him flinch, a wave of clarity shaking the dissonance in his eyes for a moment. "You just want someone to put you in your place."
Maru just squints, almost glaring as his eyebrow twitches. He licks his lip, and the rumble of a growl is enough for Seonwoo's hand to come up and grip Maru's jaw, hard. It's reminiscent of getting a grip on a dog, before they start to think they can take over.
Seonwoo nearly expects spit to fly, the tension in Maru's neck drawn so tight he wouldn't be surprised if the fuse would finally blow.
Instead, the motion makes Maru still. His breath hitches, lips pulled together in a firm line. He swallows audibly, his throat bobbing.
Seonwoo finds himself leaning closer, gazing over Maru's eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, down to his lips, now imperceptibly parted. Their chests start to touch, now that Maru's breath has quickened considerably, the swell of his chest coming to meet in the middle with Seonwoo. The fabric of their shirts brush against each other.
It's a ridiculous dance. They both know it.
Seonwoo can't find it in himself to rip away from it, the pull making him sway, this perpetual orbit that sweeps the feet from under him.
He forces his head up, and Maru's eyes are blown wide, moving incrementally at Seonwoo's hands, his eyes, his lips. His hands come up to grip at Seonwoo's wrist, but makes no attempt to push him away.
Seonwoo's fingers dig into his jaw, and when his thumb brushes over Maru's lips, they part immediately.
Maru breathes, "You gonna do it?" The hot air rolls over his hand, and Maru's eyes scan up and down Seonwoo's face again, lingering at a particular spot.
Seonwoo can't help but feel himself sinking in the thickness of the air. His own tongue feels heavy in his mouth.
He finds himself asking, "Do what?"
Maru sticks his tongue out, sliding over Seonwoo's finger.
"You gonna put me in my place?"
Seonwoo considers it. He considers taking him right then and there, gripping harshly at his scalp. He can imagine pushing him down into the mattress, stretching him out wide. The muscles on his inner thighs as he squeezes them, that firm resistance leading down his hole.
"Can you take it?"
He imagines Maru's lips parting on a moan as he slides into that tight, wet heat.
In front of him, Maru's lips do part, but with a sneaky tongue swiping over his top lip. "Can you give it?"
Cheeky, Seonwoo thinks to himself.
Seonwoo considers the positions he wants to push Maru into, but the satisfied glint in Maru's eye would just sparkle brighter at that. At pushing Seonwoo until he gets what he wants.
His blood is pumping, the itch of sweat starting to form, the sharp desire that threatens to crawl itself out of his chest.
Instead, he smears Maru's saliva against his chin, gripping at his jaw harder. He shakes his head a bit that way, a little mockingly.
"You haven't asked me properly yet." And left unsaid, I've been too lax with you.
Maru licks his lip. He takes in a breath, working up a nerve.
Barely above a whisper: "You..."
His face flushes a bit pinker, words getting lost along the way.
Seonwoo's eyebrow moves up just a tick, his grip unrelenting.
A swallow, and he strains a bit against the tight hold. He searches across Seonwoo's face, but Seonwoo doesn't respond immediately. Just lets him sit in the silence of it, giving him another chance.
Almost inaudibly, his mouth moves around the vowels. Seonwoo hums a noise of question in response, and something flashes across Maru's face that Seonwoo hardly ever sees.
Seonwoo blinks, but the expression is gone. Tightly knit eyebrows loosening just a bit, but still furrowed, breath still huffing.
His thumb taps against Maru's lower lip for a few beats, and Maru's awareness is brought back for a second, before his mouth parts. His mind is churning a bit too slowly today, it seems.
Seonwoo leans back, to see if Maru would budge from the wall. He doesn't.
Whatever momentary courage possessed him has now fizzled out, the lion reduced to a cub, and Seonwoo is left wondering yet again where he went wrong.
Like a fixed post, Maru's lower back is flat against the wall. Maru's palms are barely surpressing their shaking, the ball of nerves inside him coming loose through his finger tips. Seonwoo presses his hard thigh more firmly between his legs. He isn't sure if Maru does it on purpose, his bad posture making him seem smaller when the two men are almost the same exact height. A shaky breath leaves his lips, and he squirms in Seonwoo's grasp, but stays put.
Seonwoo undoes his belt, the metal clinking sounding loud amongst their heavy breaths. Maru's attention is brought back, zero-ing in on where Seonwoo's one hand reaches down.
"Making me do all the work, hm?"
With one hand on both of Maru's wrists, Seonwoo wraps the leather and bounds his hands together. Securely fastens it, arms still raised up high. Maru blinks, tests the fit with a tug of his hands, but to no avail.
Seonwoo knows that Maru can easily escape the bind.
Though the momentary lapse in reaction time? Seonwoo isn't sure about.
If the hard-on Maru is sporting is anything to come by, then Seonwoo's got to get him out of his head, even if the method is pure physicality.
Seonwoo's got him by the scruff of his neck, his head bowed down but shoulders still firm.
With a heavy hand, Seonwoo pushes Maru to the bed. He almost trips, but catches himself, turning to face Seonwoo. The back of his thighs lean against the mattress. Maru's jaw is clenched, but there's a little shimmer of curiosity in his eyes.
Seonwoo grips Maru shoulder, whirling him around in one harsh motion and bending him over the bed. Maru scoffs out a laugh, looking over his shoulder. The bottom hem of his tight shirt lifts up, exposing his midriff. Arms stretched out in front of him, he curves his body in a way that Seonwoo can't tell is on purpose or not, but it makes his waist look extra small, the arch of his back unfortunately tempting.
Seonwoo can't help but think about last time, can't help to compare.
But even with Maru's face pushed in the sheets this time, the feeling is undeniably different.
Seonwoo grabs at the smallest point of his waist, and Maru flinches. He smoothes his hands down further, until one hand is pressing down at the dimple on Maru's lower back, the other at the swell of his ass.
From this angle, he can see Maru start to get a little squirmy from the touch. Seonwoo feels his skin prickle a bit, the heat in the room rising considerably. There's a sharp inhale when he's groping one cheek, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears tinted pink. Even with the t-shirt on, Maru's muscles curve in a delicious way, chest expanding with every breath.
Seonwoo doesn't feel like putting on any particular fanfare. Not when he can feel the heat of Maru's skin, that undeniable pull that feels electric. He shivers for the feeling.
A drizzle of lube along his backside makes Maru yelp, and moreso the way Seonwoo is spreading one cheek to let the liquid drip down to his balls. His fingers squeeze flesh, thumb rubbing around the rim. Maru's hands clench against the sheets, wrists still flush together, accentuating the curve of his back. A muffled whine and an attempt to stomp his foot against Seonwoo's, only succeeding to look like a splayed deer.
"Hm? I can't hear you."
"I said hurry up...", Maru exhales, already sounding breathless and a little desperate about it.
Seonwoo uses the lube dripping down Maru's balls, fondling him at the base before giving him firm, languid strokes. On the upstroke, Maru's hips jut against the bed. Seonwoo clicks his tongue. "Impatient already, are you?"
Another muffled complaint as Maru shoves his cheek into the mattress. He can barely give a verbal response, just shaking his head.
Seonwoo rubs against the length of his spine, before dipping back down. When Seonwoo's hands dip back down to his rim, Maru's hips lift up. His cheek still pressed into the bed, but the tips of his ears are dusted pink.
Seonwoo gives a warning of "relax", before he starts to press in with one finger. Maru groans, and heat travels down Seonwoo's spine when he can feel Maru's insides. The way the tight muscle is already so hot around one digit. Shallow movements, back and forth, before Maru is starting to become impatient again, his hips squirming. The second finger goes in smoothly, coaxing his insides to stretch.
Maru gasps when Seonwoo pushes past muscles of resistance. More lube drizzes down where his fingers curl, and the start of his third finger makes Maru groan. Seonwoo still squeezes one cheek and spreads him open, endlessly entertained by how embarassed it seems to make Maru feel. Exposing his needy hole, Seonwoo feels himself throb in his pants. Seonwoo can't help it, the sight of his fingers sliding in and out makes him curse. The resulting pulse around his knuckles just makes him grip harder against Maru's flesh.
"I'm right aren't I? This is what you wanted?"
"N-no…" Maru muffles into the sheets. His mouth parts with a wet gasp, his eyelashes fluttering. Shockwaves of heat course through Maru's stomach, the sensation hitting sharp and fast as he bites his lip. It's undeniable, though Maru doesn't seem to notice how he's been panting and softly moaning on every curl against that fleshy bump inside of him.
"You want it so badly", Seonwoo coos. "Look at you." Maru is already up on his tippy toes before he realizes, meeting his hips back with the heel of Seonwoo's palm, insides fluttering against each knuckle. His dick drools precome, throbbing when the motion of his fingers inside start to make audible squelching noises.
Maru tries for a jab, sounding more delusional than anything. "Y-you're wrong…you're just a p-pervert…"
Seonwoo sneers. "You're calling me a pervert? Then what does that make you?"
Maru doesn't respond, bottom lip wobbly and vision going blurry for a moment as he clings onto the sheets, fingers curling with a desperate attempt to hang on.
Seonwoo undoes the button of his pants, practically fumbling to get them off. He lets himself look a little stupid, not worried with how distracted Maru is. His pants cling to his thighs, pulled down just enough so that he can roll the condom on. He gives himself a few strokes, before letting his cock bounce against the fleshy mound of Maru's cheeks. The sensation makes Maru turn his head back, straining against the hold on his wrists. Maru sees Seonwoo pushing up his shirt, the rise and fall of his chest as he grips at the base of his dick. Even bouncing his tip in between Maru's back dimples a few times, and Maru can feel the saliva start to pool in his mouth.
When Seonwoo leans back, he bumps his tip against Maru's wet and stretched out rim, the slick friction making a soft, wet noise.
The anticipation almost makes Maru whine again, but Seonwoo's patience seems to have run out, because he starts to push the tip in.
It's less of a burn than Maru had anticipated, but the stretch to accomodate Seonwoo's girth still punches a breath out of him. Maru seems to squirm again, but Seonwoo realizes that he's trying to push his hips back against him. A chuckle of disbelief escapes him, and Seonwoo's knees come to dig into the back of Maru's legs as he pushes himself closer and closer. Seonwoo pulls out until just his tip remains, before pulling at Maru's waist. Over and over, until Maru's hole is practically coaxing him, soft moans bubbling out with every wet stroke.
Seonwoo pulls out completely, but drags Maru's hips back down to meet him. He slides against the swell of his ass, thrusting in between his cheeks. Maru's hole twitches with every drag of his cock head. His thumbs rest heavy on the small dimples at the lower part of his back.
"How exactly did you want me to put you in your place, hm?"
"Do you r-really need to ask?" Maru pushes out, wheezing and gripping a hand into the sheets like it's a lifeline.
"Yeah, I'm just clueless", Seonwoo sighs, entirely insincere. "You're gonna have to spell it out for me." He punches out little ah, ah, ahs from Maru as he conversates, entirely one-sided, as Maru heaves out a groan, toes digging into the carpet with every pass of his prostate. Seonwoo is saying something, but Maru's ears are underwater. Eventually, his thrusts slow, and Maru starts to listen back in.
Seonwoo hums. "I can't really tell though. Is that you or the Devour Nachal?"
"Wh-what are you—ah!—hnngh—talking about..?" The strain in his voice is palpable.
"I guess we'll just have to see", Seonwoo grits. He leans over, nibbles on Maru's ear, making him suck in a breath.
"D-don't do that…", Maru whines, flinching away. The blood rushes in his head, in between his legs. The heat seems to turn up even further in the room, his vision blurring a bit around the edges.
When Maru involuntarily tries to raise his legs, Seonwoo closes in on him, trapping him with his legs on either side, making his dick press against the mattress.
"You know, you should really thank me." Seonwoo punctuates, curls the ends of his words nice and neat. He can't see Seonwoo's face, that self-satisfying smirk starting to form. He can't help the twisted way he feels when this man is underneath him, all hot and squirmy. "No one'll give it to you as good as I can."
The more on edge Maru gets, the more Seonwoo feels in control. A sturdy wheel to maneuver while he's in the driver's seat. Even as Maru masks his poorly disguised pleasure with rage, there's a tinge of embarrassment that Seonwoo wants to lick right off him, hopefully when he starts to shed tears.
Maru clutches at the bedsheets, cranes his neck just to look back at Seonwoo. The effort in acting like he isn't shaking like a wet dog is pitiful.
"D-don't flatter yourself."
"It's the truth." Seonwoo reaches underneath Maru to grab at his pec, his finger brushing over a nipple. His skin prickles, and Maru can feel the nerves spark there. Maru twitches at the sensation, and then flinches when Seonwoo grabs the nub between his fingers and twists. "So responsive, see?"
"N-no…"
Seonwoo breathes in Maru's scent, the hot air ghosting across the back of his neck, and it makes Maru shiver. He licks, nibbles, and sucks right in that place under his earlobe, and Maru moans. He juts his hip back, a little slap of skin on skin making the heat in his blood rise. Maru clutching onto the sheets while biting back another moan.
Seonwoo lets out a breathy laugh. "You could at least pretend to hate it a bit more."
Maru huffs, turning his cheek the other way. "You're so annoying…"
"You love it."
"You wish", Maru squeezes out. "That all you got?"
Seonwoo tongue peeks out from his lips, reddened from licking over them.
If that's the game he wants to play…
Seonwoo uses his knees to kick apart Maru's legs. They give easily, the weight making him buckle. The resulting "Huh?" almost makes Seonwoo snort, but he uses the momentary confusion to kick Maru while he's down, shoving his shoulders until Maru's upper body is pressed flush against the mattress.
Maru brings his hands up halfway, elbows pressed to his side. Trying through the form of a push-up, he only succeeds in barely lifting his head before Seonwoo grabs him by the back of his head and pushes Maru back down.
Seonwoo can feel Maru's pulsing vein against the side of his head where he's got him pinned. From this side view, the slope of his nose leading down to his mouth, now parted and taking in short, quick breaths. He looks up, brown eyes eclipsed by those dilated pupils.
When Seonwoo slowly pushes his hips in, barely passing the tip in, before sliding out, watching the delicious way his hole twitches and clenches around nothing until Seonwoo is slowly sliding back in. Practically at glacier speed, the way Maru starts to squirm again, restless without being stuffed.
Seonwoo pushes Maru's chest down, using the momentum of his hips, driving his cock in. Inch by inch, and all Maru can do is just take it. His knees jerk, his feet doing a cute attempt to kick at him, but Seonwoo stays deep, pulling an inch out and grinding slowly, persistently. A hand at the back of his neck keeps Maru pinned in place.
He squirms a bit, and he must realize how useless it is to try and get anywhere that isn't where Seonwoo is putting him. A sort of animalistic noise comes out of Maru, deep and throaty. His hole pulses, and Seonwoo hisses out air through his teeth. Maru's head jerks, his eyes squeezed shut.
Seonwoo clicks his tongue when he realizes that Maru is holding his breath, his fists turning white from clenching the sheets so hard. Seonwoo grabs at his cheek and turns it, to see Maru's face twist. He's seen it before, what anyone else would mistake as a pained expression.
No, right underneath the surface is stubbornness, the sort that festers and bubbles up.
While it would be hard to keep it up while getting pounded, Maru seems dead set on it, like a dog on a leash planting their feet right in the ground while their owner is fruitlessly tugging the leash.
The sound of flesh slapping together rings out louder as Maru's moans get twisted and choked off into heavy, almost strained breathing.
Seonwoo considers just asking him what's wrong. But if it were that easy, Seonwoo wouldn't have played this dance with him. The one he can't seem to sway away from. The man he can never fully get a grip on. Maybe it's why he keeps coming back.
Seonwoo barely slows down his thrusts.
"Hey. You need to breathe." Maru just clenches his jaw, and he twitches like he's trying to shake his head. Eyebrows knitted together, a sweat drop rolls down his forehead. His upper body shakes with the tension of his muscles being flexed so tightly.
"You're too tight." A shallow thrust. "You trying to cut my dick off?", Seonwoo huffs.
"Good." Maru grits, and his mouth wavers. Seonwoo seizes the opportunity, sticking his thumb past Maru's lips, and he grunts at the intrusion. When he tries to bite down, Seonwoo quickly maneuvers by pulling his hand out, smearing Maru's own saliva against his cheek. He starts to huff in irritation, but Seonwoo takes his pointer and middle finger into Maru's cheek, and pulls.
A vein throbs at the side of Maru's head, and he growls at Seonwoo.
A glance downward, and the growl is nothing but an empty threat, Maru still hard and even wet at the tip.
The directed anger quickly fizzles out when Seonwoo gets a hand on his length, and his hips jerk, sinking himself deeper onto Seonwoo. His hand flies down to Seonwoo's wrist, whether to stop him or to guide him, is unclear.
Seonwoo makes that choice for him, rubbing his precome around the length until it starts to make a wet shlicking noise. The sound makes Maru shiver, and he squirms in Seonwoo's grasp just as his chest heaves, and a rumbling noise spills out from his chest.
"You're holding back, hm?" He murmurs, two fingers still hooked into his mouth. The digits curling inside his cheek like he's a fucking fish on a line. "Don't wanna make any noise?"
Maru sucks in a wet breath, best he can. Groans squeak out of clenched teeth, and those fingers prod deeper. Seonwoo leans down, taking a moment to lean some of his weight onto Maru's upper back, threatening collapse with how Maru's arms shake, hands gripping into the sheets.
There's so much going on, and Maru's hands twitch, the indecision of where to place them ending up with one result—not moving them at all. Not pushing Seonwoo's fingers out of his mouth, and not stopping the other hand from stroking his member, slick with how much he's leaking.
Seonwoo slows down his hand, his thumb circling lazily around Maru's leaking tip. It's not much stimulation, but he's too keyed up. Seonwoo lets go for a moment, humming a satisfied sound to see it twitch in his grasp.
Maru pants heavily, his tongue pushing against the webbing of fingers, his gasps stuttering with each intake of air. Seonwoo grunts at the feeling of Maru's hole pulsating, clenching down on his tip all the way to the base. Little punched out sounds of air leaves Maru's mouth, and his vision briefly swims.
Seonwoo exhales through his nose. "Cute, but I don't feel like fucking you while you're passed out."
Oh, he's drooling.
The little spittle starts to roll down his chin, down the side of his neck, and Seonwoo makes a show of it—finally pulling out his fingers, stretching the thick line of spit from Maru's mouth, just to wipe it over the side of his cheek, making him even more messy than he feels.
Maru hears a whimper, and barely registers the noise coming from himself. It all starts to feel hazy, pure heat reverberating somewhere deep in his gut.
Seonwoo leans in, speaking closer than necessary next to his ear. "Breathe."
Maru's throat bobs with a swallow, and Maru takes in a longer stuttering inhale, and releases his breath unevenly, though for longer. When his head drops, his arms start to do the same. It's not until Maru feel the thrusts slow to an excruciating crawl, irritation flickering too easy, the loss of stimulation so threatening that Maru realizes he would rather feel pain than this. Would cling to the edge of it. The threat of all of this stopping—the feeling of sweat and skin against his back, hands that insistently prod, lips that linger close by.
Barely a moment's pause later, blood pounding in his ears, he's picking himself back up. Sweeping his forehead across the sheets, steeling himself like it's training, instead of thinking of how easy he is. Instead of thinking of how light he feels when Seonwoo's commands wash over him, making everything blurry. He clings to the feeling of grit rather than the desperation, looming right over him.
He lets a longer exhale release between his lips.
The warmth spreads out, starting from his lower belly and out past his limbs, giving Maru tingles all over.
In the shell of his ear, Seonwoo murmurs, "Good. Just like that."
A shiver wracks through Maru's body at that, the lack of oxygen making it harder to control his reactions. His toes curl and his arms shake from holding himself on his hands and knees. He's sweating from holding himself just like that, being pounded from the back.
Seonwoo slams his hips again, flesh hitting Maru's ass. One of Maru's hand flies backwards, loosely smacking Seonwoo in his center. His fingers tremble, and he can't help but curl in on himself again.
"O-oh…" Maru groans.
Maru's head drops, fingers still trembling and reaching back, grasping at skin. His upper body follows again, but this time, he keeps his core engaged. The curve of his back down to his waist draws a compelling shape, accentuating his muscles and making his butt perk up a bit more.
Face down, ass up. But this time, Seonwoo doesn't slow down. He adjusts himself with ease, drawing out a groan as he palms one hand down at the base of Maru's spine. The hot touch, the firm press has him reeling. At least the pillow muffles a bit of the sounds crawling out of his throat.
He scraped his gaze down that lean, strong body. Pressed himself against the swell of his ass. "Feel me against you? Only you do that to me."
"S-shut up…"
"Oh, don't tell me you're shy. That's a shame, I was going to praise you some more." He leans down to whisper in the shell of his ear. "Tell you things like 'oh, you're such a good boy.' Maybe later I can see how well you'll take me in here'", he pointed to Maru's lower stomach, all the while cooing, mockingly sweet.
"You're an egotistical dick."
Seonwoo didn't notice it at the time, all his attention taken by the sheer strength of his deltoids, the sweat rolling down his spine, and the sweeping curve down to his lower back.
How Maru had shivered, had tried so hard to stop the goosebumps pricking down from where Seonwoo's hand pinned him by the back of his neck. Down to where he pressed his weight firmly into the sheets.
When he had turned back to glare at Seonwoo, it had just made his blood run hotter, the way he had twisted his back just to stare daggers at Seonwoo.
The flash of memory gives Seonwoo the tiniest pause, and something akin to a shift happens. A slight push in this little puzzle piece.
"So, should I be nice or mean?" The question slides out airy, and there's a strange wave of Deja vu that rolls out, but it passes by just as quickly, too fast for him to grasp onto.
Seonwoo can see Maru process it with a little furrow of his eyebrows. He predictably quips back, "When are you ever nice?"
Seonwoo grabs at Maru’s wrist restraints and unbuckles it easily. Maru blinks at the new feeling of the release. "I'm being nice right now", Seonwoo says, a touch too light. "You'd see if you'd stop being an ungrateful brat."
The word has Maru trying to get up on his elbows. "What are you talking about?—" His sentence cut off with a whiny breath when Seonwoo is digging his thumbs into Maru's lower back dimples. Circling around them, like he could wear down curves until it becomes a perfect slot.
"Why don't you tell me what you were thinking earlier."
Maru presses his face in the sheets, voice muffled. "'wasn't thinking anything."
"You're terrible at lying, you know that?"
His head turns to the side for a breath. "Why?" Maru scoots his knees up. "Cuz' you know me so well?" Swivels his hips a little, that little grind reminding Seonwoo of who he's inside right now.
Seonwoo takes a sharp inhale through his nose, the tendons of his neck straining. He grabs at one of Maru's as cheeks, spreading him wide and exposing his rim, clenching tightly around the girth, insides fluttering with every incremental push and pull."I know that you're a terrible liar." Maru just frowns up at Seonwoo, his attempt at a glare. "I know you well enough to know when you're hiding something from me."
"'M not", Maru tries again, shaking his head. Seonwoo squeezes the tip of Maru's cock, and his back arches, flinching from the contact. "Mean", he gasps.
"You want me to be mean?" Seonwoo asks, giving a mock pout, taunting him.
Maru shakes his head, frustration starting to rear itself through petulant little protests. "N-no, yer being mean", Maru whines.
Seonwoo feels that surge of heat underneath the surface of his skin. It's a gradual adjustment, and Seonwoo feels almost outside of his body with it. Vision blurring around the edges, focusing in on every barely concealed truth. Every flinch and stutter, the patterns of his heartbeat and the whir underneath the surface.
Seonwoo doesn't know what possesses him to do it.
As if pinning him down wasn't already enough, the warbled little whines he hears is making all the blood in his body swim down south until he's practically throbbing with it.
His fingers take hold of Maru's neck, barely applying pressure. Seonwoo's dick twitches in interest when there's already a moan rumbling against his hand.
Maru doesn't expect Seonwoo to slap that palm over his mouth, mid-moan. It startles him enough to get wide-eyed, looking up at Seonwoo with confusion. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, eyes still looking a bit wet from their earlier frustrations.
A deep grind into an uninterrupted pace, and the sound of Seonwoo's hips slapping against Maru's has him breathing a bit frantically through his nose. He continues to whine, but the sound is slightly muffled. Hot breath rushes against the surface of his hand just as Seonwoo tightens his grip, pressing his thumb and forefingers down.
"I'm being mean, hm?" Seonwoo feels dizzy with it, and an especially desperate whine bubbles out of Maru. When Seonwoo barely rolls his hips, just keeping himself pressed in deep and grinding against that particular spot, Maru's fingers fumble up and grab at Seonwoo's wrist.
They squeeze against his forearm, but Seonwoo doesn't feel himself being pushed away. If anything, the grip tightens just as Maru's hole clenches. Seonwoo runs a hand through his hair, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. A drop manages to join the sheen of sweat over Maru's abdomen, and Seonwoo finds himself momentarily focused on their liquids joining together.
His gaze is pointedly at where Maru's hole is clenching around his length, and Seonwoo murmurs, "Ah." It makes Maru confused, before meeting Seonwoo's gaze, and back down where they're joined together. "I'm not all the way in yet."
Maru blinks, and Seonwoo can see the exact moment that he realizes, because his eyes comically open wide. His hips jut back in a knee-jerk reaction, and his heel kicks Seonwoo's back.
Seonwoo almost feels sorry about it, releasing his palm from Maru's mouth, giving him a moment to catch his breath. Maru just stares up at Seonwoo, and when he audibly swallows. Seonwoo realizes the wetness on his palm wasn't just sweat, but Maru's saliva.
Maru coughs wetly, before blinking profusely. His hand fumbles to grab Seonwoo’s shoulders, the other gripping at the sheets to brace himself.
"Is--Is not gonna fit-", Maru slurs.
Maru's heel kicks Seonwoo's back again, which only serves to drive Seonwoo deeper. Maru chokes out a punted breath when Seonwoo inches further to the hilt.
When Seonwoo bottoms out, he barely gives Maru time to process it. The searing heat deep inside him just brings Seonwoo back. On every thrust now, Seonwoo makes it his personal mission get as deep as he can on every stroke, reveling in the wet slap of their flesh. Tilted moans escape the both of them.
Maru's eyes roll back for a second, his eyebrows furrowing up. The tears well up in his eyes, and he barely manages to focus back, meeting Seonwoo's gaze. It's like Seonwoo’ss still got that palm over his mouth, the way he slides so easily into the mental restraint. Maru still manages to show Seonwoo what he's thinking, looking up at him through his eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed like a wounded puppy.
"Oh, I'm being mean, am I?" Seonwoo coos. He takes the opportunity of having Han Maru pinned down like this, the gaze in his watery eyes becoming more hazy and unfocused. He can't help himself, hand coming back up and squishing his cheeks. Maru whines again, a crack in his voice.
There's nowhere he can run to right now, nowhere else he needs to be. The trembling fingers around his wrist and forearm are barely squeezing now, just present and steadying. His body seems to know before his mind picks up the pieces, the way he slowly starts to relax in Seonwoo's grip. "You seem to like it though."
Seonwoo keeps that slow grind, every little blink and stutter of his chest hitting straight into his veins.
"Poor little puppy, leaking all over yourself." Seonwoo flicks the tip of his leaking dick, and Maru cries out.
A teardrop rolls down the side of his face, coming down to meet Seonwoo's fingertips. Seonwoo leans in, licking the drop, savoring the salt on his sweet skin. The resulting pulse, still so hot around Seonwoo's length makes him shiver.
"Ah shit, you tightened up like crazy just now." Seonwoo laughs, low and mean. The hot hair ghosts along his ear, the side of his cheek. "Are you gonna come again?"
Maru's legs are squirming a bit now, a warbled little whine and air rushing past the back of Seonwoo's palm in short bursts.
It's entirely different, Seonwoo decides. To be the one insistently pressing. Leaving Maru no other choice but to float. No expectations other than to take what he's given.
Seonwoo's thumb slides easily into Maru's pliant mouth, and Seonwoo moans from Maru's tongue swirling around his thumb with enthusiasm.
He meets Seonwoo's gaze, and wow, his pupils are blown out.
Maru wraps his arms around Seonwoo's neck, pulling him in until their foreheads touch. The sensation makes Seonwoo shiver, and he can't help but press back into it, their breaths intermingling from the close distance.
A breathy whine crawls out of Maru's throat, and Seonwoo can feel how hot his face is.
Maru, eyes half lidded, getting lost in the motion, tilts his head. Presses his lips against Seonwoo's cheek, staying there until he flinches with a gasp, turning his head to the side.
It's like sparks flying down a live wire, only to be abruptly cut. A splice in this small moment of time, and from the look on Maru's face, he realizes it faster than Seonwoo. His gaze immediately shoots to the side, burning holes into the wall.
Seonwoo blinks.
Maru looks more flustered than ever, cheeks hot and chest raising enough to touch Seonwoo's on every in-breath.
But Seonwoo doesn't tease him with words. His own heart is hammering in his chest, feeling a bit tight.
Seonwoo sticks his tongue out just a peek, mouth parted and his chin nudges Maru's cheek. Maru turns and looks, all wide-eyed and frantic, but there's something there. Something reminiscent of hope.
Maru leans in, careful like he doesn't want to break.
Their lips brush with a tilt of their heads. Maru presses his lips more firmly against Seonwoo's, eyes shut tight. Seonwoo doesn't move, doesn't dare break the thread.
Maru licks across Seonwoo's top lip. When he parts his lips, the intrusion of tongue curls up over the roof of his mouth, and the groan that Seonwoo lets out sends off a chain reaction.
Maru is clenching down, hips rocking back to meet Seonwoo's, and his breath picks up again, almost frantic.
Soft, wet noises build up.
Maru's hand comes to the back of Seonwoo's neck, feeling the shaven part of his undercut, fingers roaming around and rubbing at his ear.
"B-be nice…"
Seonwoo clings onto every little slip of noise, every little twitch and squirm that has Maru heating up the more they swap spit.
"All you have to do is ask, puppy." Maru gasps from the pet name, and Seonwoo pulls back to see the shock on Maru's face, dragging his thumb across that lower lip until it parts, and Seonwoo dives in, a man renewed. His tongue snakes its way into Maru's mouth, and the wheels in his head turn just quickly enough to meet him back. To suck on Seonwoo's tongue,
When Maru openly moans into his mouth, it feels like his skull is reverberating. He wants to drink it, wants to burn it into a CD, and it already starts to sear into the part of his brain that just wants and wants.
"So", Seonwoo sucks in a wet breath, barely pulling back half an inch, their mouths practically slotted against each other. He speaks, lips brushing against Maru's. "This whole time…" Maru cuts off the thought with a quick peck directly on his lips this time, effectively making Seonwoo's cheeks warm.
You just wanted me to kiss you.
And it's not just the slick sounds of their tongues sliding against eachother, but the wet little huffs that keep slipping out of Maru's mouth. Seonwoo must be a little too eager now, though he realizes too late how much he's pressing up against Maru, rolling his tongue around like he's trying to fuse it into Maru's mouth. There's a startled gasp when Seonwoo messily licks across Maru's lips and somehow gets saliva along his cheek.
Maru’s toes curl when Seonwoo grinds up against that spot. His hips squirm again, and Seonwoo pins him down by the small of his waist.
Frantic little gasps start back up again, and Seonwoo revels in the feeling of air brushing past his face, barely allowing a moment of reprieve before he dives back in. He sucks on Maru’s tongue and the sound of wet spit and their lips smacking against each other is obscene.
When Seonwoo pulls back to breathe, he doesn’t dare miss it. Maru’s flushed cheeks, eyes dark and desperate, his needy mouth drooling. Seonwoo can see him find the right wave of pleasure, riding into it until he starts to fall. His cock jerks between their stomachs, having messily spread his precome between them.
Seonwoo can feel that crest, the heat pooling further and further in his gut, but he wills himself to keep that same pace, hard but slow.
Maru’s head jerks back into the pillow, messing up his hair, before he looks back down where him and Seonwoo are connected. Eyebrows furrowed up, looking all pitiful like he can’t believe Seonwoo is doing this to him.
Mean Seonwoo, making Maru whine and drool all over himself, and not even touch his leaking cock.
It doesn’t matter much though, not when Maru is gripping at Seonwoo’s bicep. Seonwoo feels it before he sees it, the resulting hot pulses around his dick, and then.
Maru is coming.
It almost seems endless, the thick ropes of come that spill on his stomach, a few drops splashing against his chin. The searing heat spreads throughout his whole body, down to his toes. Maru is shaking from the force of it, open-mouthed and face twisted in pleasure.
Seonwoo still has a bit more to go, bearing down in that pulsing hole, which starts to pull out more whines from Maru. He almost thrashes from the overstimulation.
Seonwoo barely has half a mind before he finds himself pulling out, ripping the condom off and stroking himself. It’s barely three, four strokes, and he joins Maru’s spend.
Maru moans each time he feels a thick, hot splash of come on his stomach. Feels himself sink further into that deep, fuzzy headspace, the way Seonwoo looms over him, practically marking his territory. Dark pupils that almost eclipse his cerulean irises, almost desperate with desire.
Maru pulls his gaze up to meet Seonwoo’s, and relief blooms in Seonwoo’s chest to see his unguarded expression, softened but still flushed from his orgasm.
Maru blinks slowly, a bit dazed. A dopey little smile spreads across his face, and he giggles. A small fit of laughter that makes Seonwoo’s heart flutter in his chest. There's a warmth that settles in, carving a deep space in his core, leaving him slightly breathless in a way he isn't sure how to handle, how to hold.
Seonwoo pulls back, the tip of Maru's tongue still peeking out, his mouth chasing after Seonwoo's. His heart is hammering so damn fast he can feel it in his ears.
Seonwoo presses chaste kisses over his face. On his forehead, his cheek, lips grazing against the sharp line of his jaw and that spot on the back of his ear that makes Maru squirm. Faint gasps, and goosebumps prickle along his skin, and he melts impossibly further into that warm space, head feeling all floaty.