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Kim Dokja eyes Yoo Joonghyuk next to him, watching as he calmly washes the dishes to give to Kim Dokja for drying. Uriel puts away the remaining condiments on the table and counter. Lee Jihye and Kim Namwoon start to vigorously clean up the table like it's a competition, and Lee Hyungsung packs and stores the leftovers into the fridge.
One by one, they filter out of the room to retire – not before excusing themselves from Kim Dokja, of course – until it leaves only Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja.
Once the dishes are done, Yoo Joonghyuk quietly takes a freshly-washed glass and fills it with water. He wordlessly hands it to Kim Dokja, keeping his eyes on him as Kim Dokja obediently downs the glass. Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth ticks up a bit in fondness, before filling the glass again and walking back with it to their room. Like a little duckling, Kim Dokja follows suit.
They spend the rest of the day in each other's company, silent save for the turning of pages and the furious tapping of a phone screen. At some point, the tapping stops, but the pages continue to turn. Not even minutes later, the pages stop flipping, too. The sound is soon replaced by soft, wet noises, and the rustle of clothing.
Soon enough, Kim Dokja is practically screaming the house down with his voice, crying out to Yoo Joonghyuk for mercy, a break, anything please – but the bed continues to creak dangerously, the back continuously slamming against the wall. Kim Dokja's own back bends into a lovely arch, before he spills white across his stomach for the second time that night. It won't be the last; Yoo Joonghyuk will make sure of it.
But halfway through the night, Kim Dokja realizes in the hazy mess of his brain that a problem has come up.
Yoo Joonghyuk has fucked him limp, rendering him useless except for the automatic shocks and twitches of pleasure. And he's still going, their bodies sweaty and tired but still hungry for more. He allowed Kim Dokja a quick drink of water after an hour, but the glass hadn't been placed down for even a second before Yoo Joonghyuk was right back to railing him until his brains melted into sweet, sticky goo.
But now, as Kim Dokja lies immobile and somewhat coherent on the bedsheets, he feels an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Or rather… his bladder.
Kim Dokja is able to ignore it for a while, but between Yoo Joonghyuk mercilessly ruining his hole and Kim Dokja's own heavy exhaustion, the pressure soon becomes insistent and worrying.
"Hy…ung… ah, ah," Kim Dokja whimpers tiredly. "Bathroom…"
Yoo Joonghyuk mumbles from where his face is buried into Kim Dokja's neck. "We aren't done yet."
"I have to go," Kim Dokja insists, hinting at his urgent business. "Quick, I'll be q-quick."
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't stop, still moving his hips in that sensual rhythm. He bites down into Kim Dokja's sore, bruised neck, and continues to move as if he never heard Kim Dokja at all.
"Please, please," Kim Dokja pleads pitifully, shakily raising his arms to take ahold of Yoo Joonghyuk's arms and push him off. With how weak the gesture is, it just feels like a coquettish squeeze, causing Yoo Joonghyuk to hold onto him tighter.
Kim Dokja starts to agitatedly squirm, his legs sliding and squeezing around Yoo Joonghyuk's waist. Kim Dokja starts to pant again, eyes turning hazy with tears. Yoo Joonghyuk had been mindlessly rutting for the past hour, but now he aims for Kim Dokja's prostate, eliciting a sharp, hoarse yelp from Kim Dokja's parted, drooling mouth.
"No –" Kim Dokja cries, struggling against Yoo Joonghyuk as his prostate gets brutally pummeled again. The pleasurable shocks go straight to his guts, jostling his bladder and making the pressure so much more unbearable. His brain starts to fog up, focused entirely on the sensations. "Pee, hyung, I – I –"
Kim Dokja starts to twist every which way, a fresh rush of adrenaline giving him the strength to writhe and try to escape. He can't pee in their bed. That would be way too embarrassing. Unspeakable. Yoo Joonghyuk would probably be so disgusted with him after dirtying the sheets – and not with the sexy kind of dirty.
But Yoo Joonghyuk holds fast, even going so far as to bend Kim Dokja even more, as if he wants to put Kim Dokja into a mating press. He sits up into a kneel and leverages his hands underneath Kim Dokja's knees, keeping him where he wants him. It intensifies everything even more, until Kim Dokja doesn't even have the functionalities to beg or think anymore – only moan and cry sweetly, all for Yoo Joonghyuk to see and hear.
Yoo Joonghyuk feels the desire in him swell and purr satisfyingly as he watches Kim Dokja break apart in his hands, body trembling from the way his huge cock carves its shape into him. Kim Dokja's eyes are on Yoo Joonghyuk, but they are unfocused and fuzzy, like he can barely think.
Yoo Joonghyuk's lips unconsciously stretch into a dark smile. "That's more like it."
Still, a part of Kim Dokja seems to be in continued distress, as he continues to spill out incoherent sentences. "Hyung, h– ahh ," he sobs. Yoo Joonghyuk just fucks him harder. "No, no, nnmmm, dirty, I'm– dirty–!"
"You're not dirty," Yoo Joonghyuk growls lowly, thrusting into Kim Dokja almost violently. Finally, he takes Kim Dokja's cock in his hand and starts to fondle it, still driving his own length into Kim Dokja's greedy hole. "Kim Dokja…" he pants, "You…"
"It–s–" Kim Dokja's voice pitters out into a soundless, high whine, desperately pulling in breaths of air afterwards. "Hyunggg! Hyu – hyung , coming, it– it–"
Kim Dokja jerks haphazardly, body locking up, and Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly feels his hand get drenched with hot liquid, along with Kim Dokja's ass clamping tight around his cock. When he looks down, Kim Dokja's small cock is squirting, each squirt lining up with every forceful hit of Yoo Joonghyuk's cockhead against Kim Dokja's prostate. Kim Dokja is sobbing, overwhelmed by the sweet satisfaction of being given release, coupled with the thin layer of shame still lingering in his mind.
Yoo Joonghyuk follows soon after, finishing inside of Kim Dokja and drenching the cum-filled hole with even more cum. He groans at the feeling, watching Kim Dokja's blissful expression.
A few moments after the last, pitiful squirt of liquid drips out, Yoo Joonghyuk gently unbends Kim Dokja and finally pauses, putting all his attention on calming Kim Dokja down as he keeps his cock burrowed deep inside. He soothingly rubs his warm palms over every inch of Kim Dokjas skin, leaning down to kiss Kim Dokja's wet cheeks, tears still spilling down.
Yoo Joonghyuk takes his time, waiting until Kim Dokja's eyes start to droop significantly, sniffling and trembling all the while. Reluctantly, he pulls out of Kim Dokja in favor of getting a soft rag to clean up the mess. Kim Dokja whines when he starts to leave the bed, weakly putting up a hand to drag him back. Yoo Joonghyuk kisses him again and tells Kim Dokja that he did good, and that he'll clean up the uncomfortable mess now. He manages to slip away and grab a soft towel to wet with some water, as well as an ointment.
Kim Dokja is still on his back, eyes closed and breaths deepening. He looks about ready to pass out, but Yoo Joonghyuk still isn't finished with him yet – just in a more caring manner.
Yoo Joonghyuk takes the towel and presses it flat against Kim Dokja's stomach, who jolts with a whimper and opens his eyes at the cold contact due to the water. To distract him from the cool sensation, Yoo Joonghyuk brings their lips together gently, sweetly, completely unlike the savagery while they were fucking like animals.
Yoo Joonghyuk thoroughly cleans him, starting at the dried, sticky mess on his stomach, going all the way to the chest, and then very gently cleaning up the tiny, limp dick, which had been milked completely dry.
Kim Dokja whines as he cleans that up, since his cock is much too sensitive and the towel is a bit too rough for his liking. But Joonghyuk-hyung is giving him lots of kisses, so it makes it a bit more okay.
Yoo Joonghyuk leaves a lingering kiss before flipping Kim Dokja over. He sidles down until he has full view of Kim Dokja's puckered hole, swollen red and gaping slightly. He considers something for a moment, before getting up to grab something else. Kim Dokja is half-asleep by the time he comes back, jerking back to awakeness when Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers rub a cool ointment around his sore ass.
Kim Dokja shifts around in mild agitation, but Yoo Joonghyuk presses Kim Dokja's lower back against the bed with a single hand, and so he tries to stay still again.
But then Yoo Joonghyuk inserts a new object into his butt. It is a bit rounded, and doesn't go deep into him – but it is cold, and his walls are raw and sore, so Kim Dokja weakly cries out in protest.
Yoo Joonghyuk kisses him again. "I'll clean you out in the morning."
Kim Dokja would protest again, but he realizes that if he makes Yoo Joonghyuk take it out again and clean his insides… it's very likely that he won't be getting any sleep tonight.
"Okay…" Kim Dokja acquiesces, waiting as Yoo Joonghyuk leaves him there again to replace the bedsheets and bring back another glass of water.
More than a little parched, Kim Dokja slowly sits halfway up and accepts the cup that Yoo Joonghyuk raises to his lips. In the middle of it though, Yoo Joonghyuk smirks at him and quips, "A lot came out earlier."
Kim Dokja almost chokes on his drink, pulling away and spilling some water down his chin and chest. He feebly hits Yoo Joonghyuk in the arm with an embarrassed – more sleepy than embarrassed – glare. "Hyung!"
Yoo Joonghyuk simply brings the glass up to Kim Dokja's lips again, running his other hand through Kim Dokja's hair, brushing his bangs out of the way of his sweat-stained forehead until the glass is finished.
"We can make breakfast together later," Yoo Joonghyuk offers in apology. They settle under the covers, Kim Dokja huddled in Yoo Joonghyuk's large embrace, Yoo Joonghyuk's lips tickling the top of Kim Dokja's hair.
"...With my favorites?" Kim Dokja confirms.
"Yes."
"...Okay." A few seconds pass in silence. "Hyung, stop," Kim Dokja mumbles out, yawning.
Yoo Joonghyuk retracts the scarred hand that was sliding towards Kim Dokja's bare butt. "Sleep."
"Only if you let me," Kim Dokja grumbles, but he's out like a light not even a couple minutes later.
Yoo Joonghyuk makes sure that Kim Dokja is fast asleep before sliding himself down until his head rests against Kim Dokja's chest. He's still thrumming with energy, but listening to Kim Dokja's soft breathing and his muffled heartbeat lulls Yoo Joonghyuk into peaceful unconsciousness, keeping him there until the morning comes.