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In hindsight, Taekwoon wasn't sure if it'd worked out exactly like he'd wanted it to, or if he'd gotten way more than he'd bargained for.
He was having a very cozy weekend afternoon. Dressed in a loose shirt and sweatpants, lounging in the living room, with no plans for the rest of the day. It was the sort of afternoon where he missed Bokki more than most, because he kept expecting the dog to jump onto the couch and cuddle into the blankets next to him and they could watch anime together until Taekwoon fell asleep until Bokki's dinner time. He sighed, shaking the aching emptiness off and reaching for his mug of coffee. He leaned back into the couch, tucking his feet up and holding the warm mug between both hands as he contemplated what to watch.
His eyes lit on the pair of glasses he'd... liberated from Sanghyuk's evil grasp, and he grinned to himself, toes curling against the edge of the couch in remembered delight. Taekwoon sipped at his coffee. Maybe he'd start a bubble live and wear them. Sanghyuk didn't have access to it--"I'm not giving them a single won more than I have to"--although Taekwoon knew someone would screenshot and send it to him. He should really ask the fans how they did it at some point, there were times he wanted to record Jaehwan's lives for posterity but was inevitably thwarted by technology.
Mm. Coffee. How had he ever lived without it.
He could browse Netflix and find something to salvage his floundering English, or catch up on Detective Conan, or rewatch his favourite Shinchan episodes. He was reaching for the remote when he heard his keypad beep.
Taekwoon frowned to himself and glanced at his phone. No new messages, and most of the people who had free access would give him a heads-up.
"Jaehwan-ah?" he called as the door opened.
"Nope," a deep voice answered, "but I did get the code from him."
Oh. Well then.
"Hyukkie!" Taekwoon hastily put down the coffee and jumped to his feet. Sanghyuk appeared very menacingly in the doorframe to the living room. Here was another one who'd bulked up unnecessarily.
"Hyung," Sanghyuk said flatly. He looked past Taekwoon, and Taekwoon glanced over his shoulder despite himself, knowing exactly what Sanghyuk had caught sight of.
Taekwoon took a deep breath, and then took the only action available to him. Grab the glasses and run.
It could've been a good plan (not really) if Sanghyuk hadn't been so fast. Taekwoon was hit with a (frequently occurring) sense of deja-vu when he was swept off his feet, a very firm grasp around his waist. He squeaked, flailing out of reflex as Sanghyuk carried him into the bedroom, kicking the door firmly shut behind them. Well. At least the glasses were in the other room.
"So," Sanghyuk said, tossing Taekwoon onto the bed.
Taekwoon looked up at Sanghyuk looming over him, an unamused expression on his face.
"It's good to see you again so soon," Taekwoon ventured. His heart pounded in his chest.
"Mmhmm," Sanghyuk hummed. He climbed onto the bed, pinning Taekwoon's wrists to the bed, fingers circling them like iron clamps. Not that Taekwoon was planning to run anyway. He'd learned the futility of that a long time ago.
"I thought we could meet up for dinner and I'd give it back to you then?" Taekwoon said hesitantly.
"Oh, so you do know what this is about," Sanghyuk said, eyes suddenly twinkling with mischief as he straddled Taekwoon, his weight immobilising him even further. "I was afraid it'd already slipped your mind, grandpa."
Oh boy. He was in for it now.
"I'm not that old," Taekwoon muttered as he always did. Sanghyuk laughed dryly, and yanked Taekwoon's arms over his head, grabbing both his wrists with one hand.
"Ha ha ha," Sanghyuk said mockingly, his grip tightening, making Taekwoon whimper. It was going to bruise.
Sanghyuk dipped down, kissing Taekwoon hungrily. Taekwoon moaned into the kiss, his body immediately reacting to the touch. Sanghyuk's hand slipped under his shirt, his touch cold against Taekwoon's bare chest.
"Eager, aren't you," Sanghyuk said, in the small space between their mouths as he pulled back. Taekwoon swallowed thickly at Sanghyuk's husky voice and the promise in those low tones. He nodded once.
"I wonder what I should do with you today," Sanghyuk mused, hand roaming over Taekwoon's skin. He paused briefly over his nipples, smiling when Taekwoon gasped as he rolled them lightly between his fingers.
"Please, Hyukkie," Taekwoon whined, shifting under him. Sanghyuk shifted his weight to pin down Taekwoon's legs, leaving him stretched out beneath him. It also left Taekwoon's crotch very neglected.
"It's a bit late to start begging," Sanghyuk said. He sat back, releasing Taekwoon's wrists. Taekwoon hadn't realised just how tightly Sanghyuk had been holding him until he felt the blood return to the tips of his tingling fingers. He kept his hands where they were without being told.
"Good boy," Sanghyuk praised, nodding in approval. Taekwoon's already flushed cheeks grew redder.
Sanghyuk teased his fingers underneath the elastic of Taekwoon's sweatpants, running his thumbs along his hip bones.
"You need to eat more," he commented, pressing bruisingly hard against the jut of bone.
"I'm dieting," Taekwoon protested. He yelped when Sanghyuk pinched his waist.
"Then don't," he said, like it was easy. He didn't give Taekwoon time to say or even think any more, as he rolled the waist of Taekwoon's pants down low enough to just expose the sensitive part of his thighs.
Taekwoon bit down on his lip, skin tingling in anticipation. The longer Sanghyuk didn't touch him the harder his heart pounded in his chest. Sanghyuk stared down at him in cool appraisal, and Taekwoon worked hard to stay still. Finally, Sanghyuk sighed, and yanked Taekwoon's pants down all the way.
"I wish I had time but I told Jaehwan-hyung I was just stopping by, and then I'm gonna go over and game," Sanghyuk said.
"Hyukkie?" Taekwoon asked, suddenly apprehensive.
Sanghyuk laughed dryly.
"I guess I could just leave you here like this," he said, raking his eyes down Taekwoon's half exposed body. His shirt was pushed up to his chest, while his pants and underwear were probably somewhere on the floor. Sanghyuk pursed his lips in consideration.
"Ah well," Sanghyuk said, as if finally making up his mind. "Guess I'll make this quick."
In what seemed like no time at all, Sanghyuk's pants had joined Taekwoon's on the floor, the younger man settling himself between Taekwoon's legs. Taekwoon gasped in surprise when Sanghyuk pushed the tip of his far too cold finger into his ass.
"Relax a bit," Sanghyuk said, deep voice sending shudders across Taekwoon's skin.
"I am relaxed," Taekwoon protested, although he couldn't help but clench around Sanghyuk's finger as he pushed it in further.
"If you're sure," Sanghyuk said, a tinge of amusement in his voice matching the glint in his eyes.
Sanghyuk had said he'd make this quick, but he was suspiciously quick. Taekwoon squinted at him.
"You planned this," he said accusingly. Sanghyuk just raised an eyebrow at him as he ripped open the package and rolled the condom onto his own cock. When had he even done that?
"Don't act like you weren't expecting this," Sanghyuk said.
"I told you, I thought we could-- Ahhhh!"
Taekwoon yelped in surprise when Sanghyuk pushed his cock into his ass, as the sound ripped out of him morphed from pain into a low moan.
"Dinner. Sure." Sanghyuk said hoarsely as he forced himself deeper into Taekwoon. Sanghyuk's grip on Taekwoon's thighs tightened as Taekwoon clenched around him, drawing out a short gasp of breath. Taekwoon's heart was pounding even harder than before. He dug his fingers into the bed, twisting the sheets between them. He whimpered as Sanghyuk pushed a bit too hard, and it felt like he'd either break from Sanghyuk pushing his legs further up than legs should go, or because he was about to be split open from the inside.
"You're so pretty when you cry," Sanghyuk commented. His own face was flushed, colour rising in his cheeks and along his neck, his eyes dark with lust. Taekwoon swallowed, briefly remembering the not-quite-eighteen year old Sanghyuk he'd first met, contrasted with this incredabily handsome and hot man who was fucking him open.
He swallowed again.
Sanghyuk shifted and Taekwoon knew what was coming, but he still screamed when Sanghyuk pulled back just to fuck into him hard and fast. His cries echoed in the room as Sanghyuk set a relentless pace, without giving Taekwoon even a second to adjust.
It hurt.
Sanghyuk, he wanted to say, but it came out as a mangled moan instead.
"Relax," he heard Sanghyuk say, somewhere through the fog.
He cracked open his eyes and saw Sanghyuk staring down at him hungrily, moving in and out of his sliver of vision, matching to the slide of his cock in and out of Taekwoon's ass. Usually, Sanghyuk would take it a bit slower at first, let Taekwoon settle in. Even the slap of skin against skin stung with the how hard Sanghyuk was fucking into him.
Well, Taekwoon considered, as he squeezed his eyes shut with Sanghyuk filling him to splitting, he'd kind of asked for it. All he could do was lie back and take it.
Even through the pain, the familiar heat and tightness of arousal curled through his body, pooled in his stomach, tingled in his toes. His cock was hard and aching, and he needed to touch it but Sanghyuk wouldn't let him.
So he gripped the sheets and begged.
"Please Sanghyuk touch me please," the words came out garbled, and he had no idea if Sanghyuk even understood them. There was a dry chuckle, so maybe he had. Sanghyuk's breaths were coming hard and ragged now, and his thrusts were shallow and rapid as he fucked the breath out of Taekwoon.
It was far too quick, as Sanghyuk slowly stilled, his come filling the condom instead of his ass, Taekwoon noted with a strange sense of disappointment. Even worse came the cold emptiness when Sanghyuk pulled out completely, leaving him gaping around nothing. He barely noticed his legs finally coming down to rest on the bed, his chest still heaving as he gasped for breath.
HIs cock was still hard, and he watched through heavy lids as Sanghyuk stood up and tossed a neatly tied condom and some tissues into a nearby trash can. Time seemed to be suddenly moving very, very slowly, his body heavy and languid and pleasantly fucked out. Painfully, too, his ass insisted, and it'd been a while since anyone had been that rough with him.
"Hyuk?" Taekwoon said, voice hoarse and breathy. He finally released his death grip on his poor bedsheets. Sanghyuk was somehow suddenly dressed. Taekwoon was still feeling light headed and floaty.
Still, there was a redness in Sanghyuk's face and his hair was dishevelled in a way that it hadn't been when he'd come in.
"Wish I could stay longer hyung, but a competitive match calls," Sanghyuk said. He opened the bedroom door and the light from the living room flooded into the dimmer bedroom. He vanished for a moment, but before Taekwoon could even register it, he popped his head back into the room, wearing glasses now.
"Anyway, good luck following me--I'll be taking these back! See ya, I'll let myself out," Sanghyuk said, grinning cheekily.
"I don't think I can," Taekwoon admitted. His legs didn't seem to work, and his ass hurt.
"Just as keikaku," Sanghyuk said, before disappearing for good this time.
Taekwoon woke up sore with screaming muscles only after the sun had set. The real regret wouldn't set in until the next day, though. He was too old for this, he decided, as he groaned and stumbled through his morning routine. Definitely got more than he bargained for.
Not a terrible way to spend an afternoon off, though. Just. Maybe he'd ask Sanghyuk to tone it down next time.
And maybe a pair of glasses. Jaehwan definitely owed him a pair.
Definitely.