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"Pretty little thing. You're so gorgeous."
Joshua heard those praises countless times, yet he acted as if he was enamored by those sweet words, blushing and averting his eyes coyly.
The targets would always fall for his act.
He didn’t have to approach them; they would approach him first. Joshua would converse with them in a casual, friendly way, acting as if he wasn’t attracted to them in the slightest. Once the target began to flirt with him, he acted hesitant and shy. It spurred them on more.
The satin shirt he’s wearing hugged his chest and waist perfectly, while the deep v neck revealed his irresistible collarbone. It was easy to see how the target stared at his exposed skin and the line of his body lecherously.
Soon, he was pushed against the elevator’s wall, the target kissing him fervently, hands roaming all over his body. Joshua pushed them lightly, moaning and telling them, “Not here… someone might see us.” A cherry on top for his innocent and pure act.
As they entered the executive suite reserved for the VIP guest alone, the man pushed Joshua into the bed. But before the bastard could strip him even further, Joshua easily flipped their position and cut the artery of his neck in one, clean motion. Smoothly, Joshua covered the gaping wound with a pillow so that the blood wouldn’t spurt into him too much.
He watched as his target gurgled—drowned in his own blood.
A satisfying voice, really.
Joshua noticed some of the blood splattered to his sleeve and shirt. What a shame. He loves satin shirts because of their pretty color and how the material accentuates his body perfectly. And now, he couldn’t walk out of this room as easily as it should be.
The client requested the ring finger of the target as a souvenir, which was considered a tame request. Joshua felt apologetic because he couldn’t bring back any satisfying gift for Minghao to dissect today.
He felt a slight vibration from his phone, set enough to make him feel it, but not enough to be audible to others. Wiping the blood off his thumb, Joshua picked it up.
"Hi, Vernie."
"Hyung, you need to leave. Someone's coming soon."
Joshua raised an eyebrow, trapping the phone between his shoulder and ear as he got to work. He cut the requested finger off cleanly, wrapping it with a plastic wrap and throwing it inside a ziploc bag. "That fast? Is there a leak?"
"Perhaps. I'll trace it later. You need to leave now."
"How soon?"
"Now."
At the urgent tone from Vernon, Joshua hastened his pace. He weighed his escape options while he left the finishing touches to the crime scene. Taking a fresh robe from the cabinet, he wore it over the satin shirt and left the room with casual, unhurried steps.
As he walked down the corridor towards the emergency exit, Joshua heard a click from his side. A door flew open and he was pulled inside another executive suite.
The sudden ambush was something Joshua was equipped to handle. His fight-or-flight instinct instantly kicked in, the years of training and experience caused him to react in a split second. Joshua twisted his arms to free himself, and he was quick to counterattack, jabbing his fist towards the person grabbing him. He was about to break free when he realized how skillful his opponent was—how familiar he felt.
For a moment, he faltered and made a mistake.
The opponent grabbed Joshua’s neck and slammed him into the wall. Joshua’s vision swam, the wind knocked out of him, but he tried to focus on the things he could feel.
Those familiar movements, reminding Joshua of the days they spent training together. The familiar touches, the hand that used to be holding Joshua’s hand, cupping his cheek and cradling their body close. The familiar scent, a constant reminder of his grounding presence, a scent Joshua loved to be envelope in, a scent lulling him to sleep.
Joshua noticed the grip on his neck loosening and he blinked away the haze, trying to precisely identify the person pinning him to the wall, and currently nuzzling to the crook of his neck.
Please. Please let it be a fucked-up illusion and not the real thing, Joshua prayed.
His nightmare came to reality.
“Shua, my dear. I missed you so much.”
His voice. His warmth. His presence. It was all too familiar and dreadful.
“H—How…” Joshua held his breath, his body stiffening and eyes widening. For the first time in a while, the deadly hitman lost his composure.
The person lifted himself off Joshua, revealing his handsome face through the dim lighting of the room.
Yoon Jeonghan.
Successor of the Yoon Family, as well as his childhood friend—an old friend Joshua cut ties with and hadn’t seen for at least two years.
Jeonghan smirked at him. It’s blood-chilling, yet his gaze was so fond and sweet, directed at Joshua. As expected, Yoon Jeonghan never changed. Still a psychopath, as unhinged and deranged as ever.
Joshua felt as if a knife was pointed at his gut.
A part of him wanted to throw his hands around Jeonghan, to feel their bodies pressed together and kiss him senseless, to return to Jeonghan’s arms despite whatever happened between them. But no, Joshua remained rational and firm.
Jeonghan’s breath ghosted on his lips. “Don’t you miss me, Shua?”
“… Not really.”
“Aww, how cruel. I dreamed about you all the time. I miss you all the time.”
“Cut it out, Jeonghan.”
The moment Joshua spat out those words, the air around them dropped in an instant. The change in Jeonghan’s expression and voice was so sudden that it almost choked him.
“You’re the one who should stop,” Jeonghan’s cold gaze stabbed through him, speaking with that low tone devoid of any compassion—a tone he would never use on Joshua before. He grabbed Joshua’s wrist tightly, making the younger wince from the pain. “I had enough of our chasing game, Shua. You can fake your own death, you can escape from the Hong Family, but you can never escape from me.”
Ah, right.
It wasn’t Jeonghan’s fault. Joshua was the one who started this all.
For as long as they could remember, they only had each other. They were born into twisted fates, Hong Joshua as the successor of the Hong Family, and Yoon Jeonghan as the successor of the Yoon Family. In the world of mafia painted in black and blood and filth—in spite of the instability of the two family’s alliances, waiting for who would backstab the other first, the two found each other.
They were each other’s solace, teaching one another warmth and love, and yet Joshua tore everything apart into pieces. He distanced himself, disappeared for good, leaving everything he grew up with—including Jeonghan.
He should be mortified at the fact that Jeonghan managed to see through his ruse and found him, but perhaps Joshua was messed up as well. Aside from the initial shock and nostalgic memories, he couldn’t deny how Jeonghan’s dark obsession stirred something inside of him. As much as Joshua hated to admit, they were pretty similar in terms of unhinged-ness. They came from the same upbringing, after all.
Even so, Joshua remembered his team waiting for him back home—Jun, Minghao, and Vernon. They’re his priority, they’re his home right now. The reminder was enough to ground him.
Joshua smiled at his old friend, giving a seductive smile he usually gave to his targets, all calculated and pretty. “Do you think I’m letting myself catch this easily? I’m doing this on purpose, Jeonghan. You look a little pitiful lately, so I want to cheer you up,” he said, tracing his fingertips on Jeonghan’s chin.
It was a pathetic lie, but if those words could shake Jeonghan as much as his sudden appearance shook Joshua, then at least it balanced the scale.
Jeonghan narrowed his eyes, pressing his lips together. His eyes darkened; his gaze fixated on Joshua’s face before trailing down to his lips.
Without warning, Jeonghan pushed him to the wall and devoured his lips.
Joshua’s head was knocked against the wall and it felt painful, but he was so distracted by the way Jeonghan was biting on his lips and sucking on his tongue. It felt so good and overwhelming, taking his breath away.
Their kisses turned filthy and desperate in a split second, swallowing each other’s breaths and saliva. Moans and groans slipped from their lips, filling the emptiness of the room.
As he started to lose himself in the sensation, Joshua thought about how different their kisses were compared to the past. Years ago, when they were merely teenagers sneaking out from their family’s mansion to go on dates, their kisses tasted soft and sweet, a simple peck on the lips before breaking into smiling faces. Just two teenagers enjoying their puppy love without a care in the world. They were so innocent and pure back then.
Those days were far behind them. Now, Jeonghan was devouring him with such desire, the aggressiveness making Joshua hard to breathe, as if he wanted to make Joshua taste him for days.
Jeonghan slipped his knees between Joshua’s thigh, rubbing against his aroused member, and Joshua moaned loudly against his mouth. He wasn’t wasting this time and opportunity at all. Sucking on Joshua’s tongue, caressing the expanse of his chest, rubbing his clothed cock, pressing their bodies together—all at the same time.
Joshua felt his body heating up, overwhelmed from all the sensation, drowning from the pleasure.
“Shua, I miss you, I miss you so much,” Jeonghan muttered between their kisses.
I miss you too, Joshua wanted to say, but he would never say it out loud. In exchange, he moaned on Jeonghan’s lips.
Jeonghan’s hand slipped into the back of his waistband, cupping his bare ass and making him gasp, and that’s when Joshua realized he’s getting carried away, swayed into Jeonghan’s rhythm too much. He almost forgot Vernon’s urgent warning and his current objective at hand.
Thinking about it, maybe Vernon was talking about Jeonghan. Or maybe it’s someone else. Either way, it’s dangerous for him to stay here. Joshua came to his senses and struggled, squirming out of Jeonghan’s hold.
“Stop it! Let me go!” Joshua hissed, pushing him away.
To his surprise, Jeonghan stopped him, kissing his forehead to silence him. It was different from all the kisses before, so tender that it caused Joshua’s movement to pause.
As if Jeonghan read through his mind, he whispered in Joshua’s ears, “Don’t worry about being caught. I sorted out everything. No one will interrupt us.” His voice was low and raspy, reminding Joshua of the voice he used to know, bringing butterflies into his stomach. It didn’t help with the way Jeonghan’s hands continued to caress his waist either.
Joshua couldn’t help it but be convinced by his tender words and kisses. He hesitated and lowered his guard down, barely a single step away from relenting. “But… Jeonghan…"
And the switch flipped again.
Pulling him off the wall, Jeonghan shed Joshua of the robe and dragged him to the bathroom. He pushed Joshua against the wall and the shower was turned on, drenching both of them in warm water. Joshua allowed it all to happen with hardly any resistance.
This time, they shared a tender, slow kiss, savoring each other’s taste, claiming every part of his lips and tongue, their bodies grinding with water flowing on top of them.
Jeonghan ripped Joshua’s shirt away, marveling at how arousing his body was, abdomen arched beautifully towards Jeonghan. His hands immediately found Joshua’s prominent chest and fondled them, while his lips were busy sucking and biting the expanse of Joshua’s neck, leaving red marks all over.
Oh, how Jeonghan missed leaving his claims on Joshua.
The water droplets falling on top of Joshua’s chests looked delicious, so Jeonghan indulged in them. His fingers made their way one of Joshua’s nipples, while his lips found the other, using his tongue to caress the nub and suck on them. Joshua gasped and writhed under his thorough ministration, feeling hot and sensitive all over.
Jeonghan smirked, loving the way Joshua squirmed because of him, trapped against the wall with nowhere to escape but Jeonghan’s arms.
“Ha—ah, Jeonghan… stop…” Joshua whined.
“Still so sensitive like you used to. Your chests grew so much, they’re so plump now. Did you work out for me, Shuji?”
Shuji. That awful, loving nickname.
Every time that nickname was whispered into his ears, Joshua felt weak in the knees. Still, it wasn’t enough. He was feeling pleasure all over his body except on the part where it ached the most, making him quite frustrated—until Jeonghan finally touched his bare cock.
The reaction was instantaneous. A high-pitched whimper escaped his lips as Jeonghan caressed his hard, throbbing member.
Jeonghan chuckled, thumbing the tip to draw out more of those sweet noises. “Look, someone is eager. I barely touched you, you know?”
“No—I’m not… I’m not, ah...” It was an empty, half-hearted rejection from Joshua.
Joshua bit his own lips, attempting to muffle his moan while he bucked into Jeonghan’s tight grip. It didn’t take long for him to cum, moaning breathlessly and resting his head on the other’s shoulder. Even with the noise of the shower, Joshua was louder, his voice echoing through the bathroom.
“Does it feel good, Shuji?” Jeonghan cooed, stroking him to completion and coating his fingers with Joshua’s cum.
Joshua kept his mouth shut, trying to regain his breathing while glaring at Jeonghan cautiously. A part of him was ashamed for losing it and coming so easily, but another part of him was wondering what Jeonghan’s next move was going to be. Joshua might be wary, but it was clear by now that he wanted more too.
How long was he going to keep this push and pull? Joshua didn’t know himself.
Jeonghan grinned smugly at him, and Joshua felt like punching and kissing him at the same time.
“I love how the leather pants accentuates your ass and thighs but take it off. It’s going to be uncomfortable,” the older told him, tugging on his pants.
Joshua simply watched, refusing to help Jeonghan even in the slightest. It was indeed a challenge to take it off especially when their skin was wet, but Jeonghan managed to do it anyway.
“Still no talking, sweetheart?”
“I don’t…” Joshua took a deep breath, eyes staring straight into Jeonghan’s. “I don’t understand what you want, Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan hummed, his fingertips trailing down the back of Joshua’s neck. “I’m always honest, Shuji. What I want is always so obvious.”
The way Jeonghan gazed at him was making it hard to breathe, so heated and passionate, conveying the depth of obsession he had. Jeonghan wanted to devour him alive, keep him as a prisoner forever.
Joshua barely noticed that he’s completely naked now, while Jeonghan was still dressed from head to toe. There’s barely any room for him to process with his rational mind.
Pushing Joshua back to the wall, Jeonghan whispered huskily in his ears. “Hold on to me.”
At his voice alone, Joshua felt the burn in his core return. He obediently clung to the older’s shoulder, one of his legs hoisted up by Jeonghan’s strong arm. Joshua gasped when he felt a finger probing around his rim, slowly pressing inside. The slide in was easier thanks to the cum coating Jeonghan’s slender finger.
“Hmm, you’re tight as always, Shuji.”
Jeonghan wasted no time in pushing in another finger. Two fingers deep, thrusting inside of Joshua. When Jeonghan curled his fingers, Joshua’s body convulsed and he let out a hitched breath. He knew Joshua’s body like the back of his hand, taking him a single heartbeat to find the spot and hit Joshua’s prostate. It was all too familiar for him.
“Hng… Jeonghan, ah—”
“Your moans are always the prettiest,” Jeonghan said, licking Joshua’s lips and indulging in another
kiss. He added one more finger, three fingers knuckle-deep in Joshua’s hole, all while grinding their
cock together
“J—Jeonghan, that’s enough—stop,” Joshua panted as they broke apart.
“I don’t like how you’re calling me.”
Joshua was too lost in the sensation to really get what Jeonghan was saying. At the lack of response, Jeonghan curled his fingers rougher.
“Call me like how you used to.”
“H—Hannie! Hannie!” Joshua screamed, the familiar nickname stumbling of his lips as he threw his head back.
“Hmm, good boy,” Jeonghan nuzzled the younger’s neck, feeling the thudding pulse under the heated, drenched skin.
Joshua shuddered when Jeonghan withdrew his fingers, already feeling empty and disappointed, but he knew what was about to come. They both knew this wasn’t enough. The shower was turned off and he was dragged out of the bathroom, water dripping from their bodies and wetting the carpeted floor, yet they barely paid any attention to it.
Once Joshua was thrown onto the bed, Jeonghan towered above him.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Jeonghan ordered.
An ultimatum.
The order was absolute, leaving no room for Joshua to refuse. It was sinful how Joshua’s body was thrumming with excitement.
While Jeonghan undressed himself, Joshua did as he was told, leveling his chest to the bed and presenting his hole all for Jeonghan to take. Joshua glanced back, shivering at how Jeonghan looked at him with a predatory gaze—overflowing with lust and want. Jeonghan unzipped his pants and let out his massive, throbbing cock, completely erect and hard. It made Joshua involuntarily swallow, his knees shaking from anticipation.
“Excited?” Jeonghan licked his own lips, catching Joshua’s eyes.
Despite how aroused he was, Joshua sealed his lips. He’s still as stubborn as ever.
Jeonghan kneeled behind Joshua, grabbing his ass and massaging them. He spread the two cheeks, revealing Joshua’s wet hole, tight and clenching on nothing. Sinful. They’re so sinful and obscene. So wet and eager, and this is all for Jeonghan.
Stroking his cock a few times, Jeonghan lined them with Joshua’s hole, but he didn’t push it in. Not yet.
“Tell me what you want, Shua.”
Joshua could hear the smirk in his voice. Honestly, he wanted to beg for Jeonghan to pound into him, to use him as a cock sleeve, to rail him and make him feel it until tomorrow. But he kept his mouth shut. Jeonghan was about to change it soon.
“Well, fine. Since I’m feeling impatient, I’m letting you go this once.”
Jeonghan pushed into him, the feeling of tight, wet, and hot causing the two of them to groan. Joshua was tight—so tight, reminding Jeonghan of the countless nights they spend together, of how warm and snug Joshua’s hole was, perfectly hugging his cock. He bottomed out, sheathing himself completely, their body shivering from how good it felt.
This was only the beginning, but Joshua already felt weak from how Jeonghan’s cock was throbbing inside him, touching all his sensitive nerves, burning him alive.
Holding Joshua’s waist, Jeonghan began to move and took him from behind. As he pulled out his cock and slammed it back in, Joshua made a choking noise, sucking in a deep breath and quivering underneath Jeonghan.
“Fuck,” Jeonghan cursed at how Joshua was squeezing him with every draw and snap of his hips.
Joshua moved in tandem, rocking his hips and welcoming Jeonghan’s cock deeper inside him. He heard Jeonghan’s chuckle behind him and he knew they’re picking up the pace soon.
Sure enough, Jeonghan started pounding into him mercilessly. He drove into Joshua deep and fast, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling the room, so wet, loud, and obscene. Still, Joshua managed to outdo the noises with his pretty voice. He moaned and whined and cried into the bedsheets, feeling himself drooling and crying from the overwhelming pleasure.
Jeonghan was rough and Joshua loved it.
He loved being used as a cock sleeve, and most of all, he loved being used by Jeonghan. Despite the carnal desire burning them, Joshua felt the intense emotion behind every thrust, the pain and pleasure alike swallowing them.
“Shuji, you feel so good, taking my cock so well. You’re really built for me and only for me, aren’t you?” Jeonghan continued his ruthless thrust, one of his hand grabbing Joshua’s plump ass tightly. They’re bouncing to his cock, beautiful and filthy.
Joshua was reduced to an incoherent mess, barely responding to him with his broken moans.
More. Faster. More. The younger begged inside his mind.
“No one can fuck you as good as I am, right?” Jeonghan leaned forward, whispering throatily into his ears. “Tell me, Shua, and I’ll fuck you so that you can barely feel your legs tomorrow. You’ll be full of my cum and feel it dripping down your legs.”
Oh, Joshua would love it very much. He could feel his legs buckling already.
“Or maybe I’ll make it so you can’t walk forever—so that you can never leave me again.”
Wait, Joshua didn’t like that part.
Before Joshua could complain about how twisted and psychopathic those words are, Jeonghan grabbed his body and pulled him up, pressing his chest to Joshua’s back. He thrusted upwards, railing his cock deeper and rougher, and Joshua was a complete mess—any brain cells left of his rational mind thrown out of the window. His body quivered with each shove into his wet hole, litany of moans slipping from his lips.
Grabbing Joshua’s chin, Jeonghan tilted his head for a messy kiss, swallowing Joshua’s moans as well as his tears.
He’s addicted in making Joshua cry on his cock.
Joshua came first—and untouched, spurting all over the bedsheets, his moan reduced to a high-pitched whimper, his body locking in place.
Jeonghan pressed his body close and thrusted inside harshly, jostling Joshua’s body upwards a few more times, before he came inside and filled Joshua’s inside with his cum.
Chuckling breathlessly, Jeonghan kissed the younger’s cheeks, moving his hips and continuing his shallow thrusts to push his cum deeper. “Can you feel it, Shua? My cum deep inside you?”
“Hng… it feels good…” Joshua whined, finally honest for once, his brain and body turning into mush, feeling temporary release from the heat.
When Jeonghan pulled out and let go of his body, Joshua melted to the bed, trying to calm his deafening heartbeat and regain his breathing. Barely three seconds passed and he was flipped over, his back meeting the damp bed sheets. Joshua could barely process anything as Jeonghan thrusted back into him, causing him to let out a choked gasp, head thrown back and eyes wide.
“Wha—wait! Wait, stop it! Ah!” Joshua tried to kick him away, but Jeonghan caught his legs and kept him still. He was still overstimulated, his nerves buzzing from sensitivity, and he couldn’t fathom how Jeonghan was hard again even after his orgasm a few seconds ago.
Jeonghan let out a low groan as he resumed his pounding, with a smug smirk and desire burning in his eyes, the hunger and thirst barely sated from his nerves.
With a few thrusts, Joshua was as hard and aroused as before.
To stop Joshua from thrashing around, Jeonghan grabbed both of his wrists and pinned him into the bed. He thrusted particularly deep and hard, snapping his hips and stilling inside of Joshua, letting the younger feel the shape of his cock. It was effective to silence Joshua, his eyes rolling back and a drawn-out moan spilling from his lips.
“I missed you, I missed you so much,” Jeonghan groaned, rolling their hips together. With Joshua throwing his head back, it gave Jeonghan more access to his neck, peppering them with sloppy kisses.
It’s been a while, so Joshua forgot about Jeonghan’s insatiable thirst. They used to go at it for hours, with Jeonghan jumping on Joshua at every chance possible.
Even before the cum slide out his hole, Jeonghan was already thrusting inside again. He was clearly determined to make Joshua feel how much Jeonghan missed him in the span of two years.
The two hissed in tandem as Jeonghan picked up the pace.
The slide in and out was easier because of Jeonghan’s cum, but it didn’t make it less intense. Jeonghan was hitting all the good spots, brushing over the bundle of nerves, and drawing out those beautiful, wrecked whimpers from Joshua.
The knot in his core was pulled tighter and tighter—Joshua was close.
To his dismay, Jeonghan held the base of his cock firmly, preventing him from coming.
It took a beat for Joshua to feel the desperation crashing down at him. “Ah—let go, Jeonghan—I want to cum—I want to—”
“Nuh uh,” Jeonghan tsk-ed him. “I remember you to be better at begging, sweetheart. And I told you, don’t call me that. Or else you won’t cum all night.”
Jeonghan gave him a free pass once. He wouldn’t be so lenient for the rest of the night.
Thankfully, Joshua was too wrecked to retain his pride or stubbornness. He started begging without an ounce of dignity, his eyes wet from the tears, his lips wet from the drool.
“Ahh—hng, I—I wanna cum—I wanna cum on your cock—please, fuck—please let me cum, Hannie!”
Truly, music to Jeonghan’s ears.
“Good boy. I expect you to be better next time,” Jeonghan finally let go of his hold and stroked Joshua’s cock instead.
Almost immediately, Joshua came all over his stomach, his lips parted in a silent, breathless cry, back beautifully arched from the bed. Jeonghan waited for the other to finish his orgasm, watching as Joshua’s cock twitch with every spurt of cum.
The sight was absolutely mesmerizing. Joshua’s whole body was shaking, his skin flushed, his chest heaving, and his expression fucked—indeed, a sight Jeonghan is addicted to.
Jeonghan cupped the younger’s cheek, planting a tender kiss to his forehead and whispering praises in his ears. “You did so good for me, bunny. So pretty and perfect, all mine to take.”
The sudden change caused Joshua to melt. Of course, despite Jeonghan’s roughness in bed, he had his gentle and loving side too. He would always play hard, and he would always take care of Joshua thoroughly afterwards.
As much as he hated to admit it, Joshua missed the warmth and comfort of Jeonghan’s embrace. Back then, it was as if nothing would ever come between them, as if they’re never to be separated.
Joshua closed his eyes, feeling the bliss after his orgasm, the heat buzzing throughout his entire body. He breathed in the familiar scent around him, indulged in the sweet voice muttering praises by his ear, and felt comforted by the strong arms holding him securely. He’s drowning in Jeonghan, the memories and habits they built up over the years resurfacing, and he’s too weak to refuse him now.
For today, he would succumb and dance with the devil.
Wrapping his arms around Jeonghan’s neck, Joshua drew him close and let out a weak, needy whimper.
Just for today, he would let his walls down.
“Please… please cum inside me, Hannie,” he begged, chasing after Jeonghan’s lips.
Jeonghan caressed the sides of his waist tenderly. “Help me out then, sweetheart.”
With that, Jeonghan resumed his pace. He grunted, resting his head on Joshua’s chest, railing into him to chase his own high. As he orgasmed, he bit down on the crook of Joshua’s neck, hard enough to draw out a hiss from the younger.
Joshua felt Jeonghan’s cock twitching inside him, the spurt of cum mixing with the ones from their first round. He swore he could feel their stickiness inside his stomach, and let’s not mention the state of his wrecked hole, with some of the cum already trickling out.
Jeonghan finally pulled out, sighing against Joshua’s shoulder.
Even though he knew the night was far from over, Joshua expected at least a small break. But no, Jeonghan pulled himself away and lifted Joshua’s knees up. He began peppering them with kisses, trailing down to his inner thigh, before his breath ghosted over Joshua’s spent cock.
“Wait, Hannie!” Joshua quickly sat up.
“Tired already?” Jeonghan said with a laugh. He licked a stripe up Joshua’s length, earning a reluctant whine from Joshua. “I’m glad no one can fuck you as good as I am.”
“Fuck—Hannie, please, just give me a break.”
Jeonghan paused, considering his choices. “Hmm, but I missed you a lot. I want to do more things with you. It’s boring for me to wait, so just sit back and relax, Shuji. I’ll do everything for you.”
Oh god.
Joshua sighed in exasperation when Jeonghan’s lips kissed the tip of his cock, his hand stroking the length, bringing them erect once again. Jeonghan knew him too well, knew all his good and sensitive spots. Or maybe it’s just Joshua who’s craving Jeonghan as badly.
No, wait.
Joshua held onto the bedsheets tightly, and thankfully the rational part of his mind returned, perhaps thanks to the mind-blowing orgasm from before.
He shouldn’t let Jeonghan do whatever he wants. He shouldn’t let himself be swept away. He shouldn’t let Jeonghan have the upper hand again. He shouldn’t cave in—or else the same thing would happen all over again. Joshua had learned his lessons and made his decision years ago.
He decided to leave—and now he found a new home.
Jun. Minghao. Vernon.
Joshua’s involvement with Jeonghan would never bring them any good. So, Joshua had to get a firm grip and fight back.
Abruptly, Joshua sat up and pushed Jeonghan away.
“It’s my turn now. Sit back, Hannie,” Joshua told him.
The change in his gaze was obvious. His eyes were sharp and resolute, as if he has found his target and is ready to pounce at it, a look befitting of a seductress—of a hitman.
Jeonghan shivered in anticipation. Obedient Joshua is good, but sassy Joshua is better.
He touched Joshua’s chin, letting his thumb graze over the irresistible, cherry lips. “What are you going to do, sweetheart?”
“Sit back and relax,” Joshua said, making a point by sucking Jeonghan’s thumb, eyes looking up prettily. “I’ll put my mouth to good use.”
There was a fire burning behind his tempting gaze—a determination not to lose.
Jeonghan did as he was told, sitting with his back against the headboard. Slowly, Joshua crawled on top of him, swaying his hips and smiling teasingly at Jeonghan, before sitting down to grind their aroused cock together. He leaned forward to capture the older’s lips, their tongues tangled in a slow dance, their hands roaming each other’s bodies to stoke the burning heat.
Joshua eventually lowered himself down to Jeonghan’s hard, throbbing cock. As he put his lips on the tip and grabbed the shaft, he heard Jeonghan sigh above him.
This is the start. He would make Jeonghan moan his name out loud. He would make Jeonghan lose himself in the pleasure. He would make Jeonghan unable to think about anything but him.
Joshua would fight fire with fire.
Giving Jeonghan one more glance with his pretty smile, he engulfed the cock with his mouth, lowering himself gradually until the tip reached the back of his throat.
Joshua wasn’t a stranger to Jeonghan’s massive cock, and he knew the sheer size would choke him. But if Joshua wanted to escape from his clutch, then he needed to match Jeonghan’s fervor. He needed to sate Jeonghan’s desire, and only then, he could escape.
He would always run, Jeonghan would capture him—and Joshua would always escape.
A game of chase, between the two of them.
Jeonghan fell asleep with Joshua secured tightly in his arms and he woke up alone in bed, with his wrist handcuffed to the frame of the headboard.
He looked around the empty room, devoid of any presence. The curtains were shut, but the harsh sunlight seeping in through the cracks told Jeonghan that it was late afternoon.
Letting out a defeated smile, Jeonghan ruffled his hair and slumped back into the pillow.
He fucked Joshua for hours until morning, and he was pretty sure at that point Joshua wasn’t able to walk without limping at all. He would feel it for days, how Jeonghan railed him mercilessly, leaving his hole puffy and red, his back sore, his abdomen swelling from cum, and his legs weak.
“Hannie, Hannie—Han—ah!”
He was begging and crying for Jeonghan a few hours ago, and now he was gone as if Jeonghan didn’t matter to him at all.
Well, Joshua had always been unpredictable.
Jeonghan let out an amused laugh.
As expected of Joshua. His sweetheart. His childhood friend. His safe place. His reason to live. His everything.
His.
“Run all you can, Shua. I’ll always find you.”
He would chase after Joshua, even to the end of the world, even until the end of his life.