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Sang-wook couldn’t remember when he’d dozed off.
He immediately felt dizzy at the slightest movement, discarding a long-since emptied bottle of spirits previously clamped in his hand. It had been years since he’d drunk so much, causing all recent events to become nothing more than haze.
All he could remember was that he’d been having a lovely dream. There had been something… erotic about it, but the harder he tried to recall it, the further it slipped form his mind.
His head lolled to the side, sensing warmth, and finding Jae-heon asleep on his shoulder. He was radiating heat, humming softly as he continued to slumber. Was he dreaming as well? Considering how calm and relaxed he appeared, he could only hope.
Sang-wook had discovered that he was sitting at the perfect angle to see down Jae-heon’s chest-- to the skin beneath his shirt, past the two top buttons-- now undone. The sword remained in his right hand, never straying far, even in sleep.
Jae-heon was fit, but rather lean, he noted-- licking his lips absentmindedly. Sang-wook was curious to know how he felt to the touch, how his muscles would feel beneath his fingertips. He was nowhere near as scarred and rough as Sang-wook-- only further adding to his building curiosity.
He must have zoned out at the influx of suggestive thoughts-- it was the only explanation for what happened next.
Sang-wook moaned softly, a sound completely unknown to him-- and catching him entirely by surprise. A hand had crept up his inner thigh, cupping his growing hardness with a firm grip.
Jae-heon was awake, eyes staring intently into his own, with an all-too familiar hunger.
Jae-heon’s actions made no sense in Sang-wook’s mind--
Wasn’t he a Christian? Wasn’t this something considered blasphemous , or against God? So why, even with the world turning to shit, did he find comfort in the other man’s arms?
Sang-wook chose to ignore logic, especially when Jae-heon’s mouth felt so unbearably - sinfully - exquisite on his cock.
Alcohol brought out the worst in Jae-heon, but it was a side Sang-wook craved. There were few who felt comfortable around him, who didn’t feel intimidated by his rough exterior and tough demeanour.
But never in his life had he guessed that there would have ever been a chance for him to be embraced in such a way.
Sang-wook had all but collapsed in a heap in the glow of his orgasm, finding the world spinning around him as words refused to form. He stared up, finding his view obstructed by the other man, now towering over him with heavy breaths.
Jae-heon kissed him; tongue tasting of alcohol and cigarettes.
He enthusiastically welcomed the offered warmth.
Sang-wook was different from the women he’d bedded in the past. He was firm, large, muscular-- and yet he was moaning and coming apart beneath Jae-heon’s fingertips, spiking his own need to see more.
Jae-heon had never been put off by Sang-wook’s appearance. He could see past the rough exterior, the scars and burns, the cold eyes and stoic expression--
But like many - underneath it all - he was desperately void of affection.
They shared common desires and needs that Jae-heon was more than happy to indulge in.
Sang-wook was surprisingly inexperienced-- running off lust alone to guide him. He failed to stifle the sounds falling from his lips, which could only be described as anything but masculine. He hid his face behind a hand, overcome with an unfamiliar sense of bashfulness at the other man’s advances.
Jae-heon drank up the sight, intentions clear in his actions. He’d already stripped Sang-wook down to nothing, noting each and every small scar that littered his body. They were both painfully hard, and Jae-heon couldn’t wait any longer to feel the warmth of the older man around him.
He was surprised by how compliant Sang-wook was beneath his fingertips-- after all, he could so very easily overpower Jae-heon if he tried-- their physical strength was no competition. Which led him to believe that Sang-wook enjoyed such affections more than he’d ever admit, especially not sober.
Words were few between them-- all touch and feeling, eyes and hands speaking for themselves.
Jae-heon wasted no time working slick fingers into the other man, barely able to contain himself as he listened to the sounds he received in response. Sang-wook’s hands dug into his shirt, pulling him closer and reclaiming his lips between gasped breaths.
Neither man questioned why the other reacted so strongly, caring for nothing else than warmth, comfort and relief from their painfully pent-up state of being.
A growl of frustration startled Jae-heon. Apparently he was too slow for Sang-wook’s liking-- finding their positions switched in the blink of an eye-- the weight of the larger man pressing him into the floor. Although startled, Jae-heon enjoyed the loss of control, and the very lovely view it gave him. He watched closely as Sang-wook bit his lip, sinking down on the offered cock with painful slowness, causing both to groan in mutual ecstasy once he finally bottomed out.
Jae-heon’s hands dug into the thighs either side of his hips, keeping the other man seated to allow time to adjust. He was unbearably hot; gripping him tighter than anyone else he’d bedded before. Sang-wook slumped forward, using the opportunity provided from their new position to claim Jae-heon’s lips once more.
But this time, it was different. Softer, gentler-- taking a moment to savour the taste and sensation.
Sang-wook shifted slightly, burying his face in Jae-heon’s neck, as he used the change of positions to draw the other man closer. It was clear that Sang-wook was inexperienced, no matter how hard he tried to mask the pain. So Jae-heon ran a hand through his hair, urging him to slow down, his other hand remaining firm on his hip.
For a moment, they breathed against each other, senses filled with nothing other than sweat and sex.
Sang-wook turned his head to the side to breathe; his face and wounded shoulder pressed against firmly due to the change of position. He didn’t care about the pain, mind focussing on the pleasuring coursing through him with every single thrust as he was brutally fucked into the floor.
He felt Jae-heon gasping against his neck, fingers digging into his hips with such strength it would surely bruise. But neither cared-- so very exhausted and eager to get off before their time together would end.
Sang-wook found enough strength to drag his good arm beneath him, hand finally touching his neglected cock as he jerked himself in time with each thrust. He could sense Jae-heon was as close as he was, and he was desperate to fall over the edge-- and bring the other man along with him.
As thrusts became erratic and uneven, they didn’t last much longer.
Jae-heon collapsed, misjudging how little strength he’d have left. He was careful not to place all his weight on Sang-wook, shifting slightly to the side to find little comfort against the floor.
They were tired, fucked and filthy beyond belief-- and neither had any desire to complain about it.
For a moment, Jae-heon hesitated-- unsure if Sang-wook was the type who preferred no contact after spontaneous sex. At the same time, he was convinced he lacked the energy to stray far, deciding to collapse in a heap beside his companion, and listen to the silent air-- with only their ragged breaths to be heard.
As Jae-heon’s eyes fluttered closed, he could feel sleep attempting to take him, and happily allowed himself to be consumed by it. But a touch caused him to stir-- it was caring and gentle-- a hand to his face, brushing his sweaty fringe from his forehead.
He found Sang-wook staring into his eyes, in a similar exhausted state, mere inches from his face. Jae-heon licked his lips, wondering what he should say to break the ice-- after all, they’d fucked without so much as a conversation between them-- and the air felt heavy with tension.
When lips found his own, Jae-heon’s mind went blank, deciding it better to cease overthinking the situation and simply live in the moment. By the time they parted, Sang-wook’s arms were around him, holding him closely in an embrace like one might treat a lover.
There was little else left in their lives at this point, considering the world had gone to shit. Company, alcohol and sex were a great way to take their mind off things, and made for an interesting mix.
It might not be much, but at least they had each other.