[ He felt the way Zhao froze beneath him—like quivering prey locked in the jaws of a hungry predator—and knew that he had ruined everything.
He should have kept his fucking mouth shut. He should have known better than to ask for more than he was given.
A dog should content itself with scraps and be grateful. Isn't that what his father always used to say?
He felt Zhao pull away from him, slipping free from the circle of his arms. Something tore itself loose within Joon-gi's chest and he went utterly still, feeling cold and bereft in the absence of Zhao's warmth.
This was the precise moment where the life he had built together with Zhao would surely come crashing down—
Zhao turned and locked eyes with him, and there was something achingly familiar in that look. He looked the way Joon-gi felt whenever he knelt before his mirrored-twin, hands bound behind his back, face uplifted in supplication—a sinner seeking absolution from a coldly beautiful angel.
He looked into Zhao's eyes, and he saw both fear and hope mingled together in that look. Zhao reached for him, fingers curling tight against his shoulders, and pulled him close. Joon-gi felt himself tipping forward as Zhao fell back against the bed, clinging fiercely with those strong thighs wrapped around his hips, like he never wanted to let go. Joon-gi braced his hands on either side of Zhao's shoulders, unable to move, unable to look away.
Zhao whispered a single word, and it was the most beautiful sound Joon-gi had ever heard.
Please.
It was an admission of trust on Zhao's part—trust that Joon-gi would take care of him.
He remembered how his mirrored-twin took hold of his chin between thumb and forefinger, tipping his head back to expose his vulnerable throat. The glint of moonlight against perfectly white teeth as he spoke: Do as I say, and I promise I will take care of you.
Joon-gi tipped his face closer as expression softened just a fraction, though his voice remained just as cool and measured as before. ]
Good boy. [ One hand stroked against Zhao's cheek in a tender caress. ] That's exactly what I wanted to hear.
[ Joon-gi rolled his hips, thrusting slow and deep as he worked to find his rhythm. From this position he could get much better leverage, and as he grabbed hold of Zhao's hips, he angled his lower body for an even deeper penetration. Joon-gi slowly ramped up the pace, feeling the bedframe creaking with the movement as he groaned deep in his chest. It felt so good with Zhao's legs wrapped around his hips, fingers digging into his shoulders. He snapped his hips, shifting to short, shallow thrusts before resuming a slow and deep rhythm once again.
Joon-gi leaned forward, a sheen of sweat glistening against his brow as he looked into Zhao's eyes. ]
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Date: 2024-09-23 03:11 am (UTC)He should have kept his fucking mouth shut. He should have known better than to ask for more than he was given.
A dog should content itself with scraps and be grateful. Isn't that what his father always used to say?
He felt Zhao pull away from him, slipping free from the circle of his arms. Something tore itself loose within Joon-gi's chest and he went utterly still, feeling cold and bereft in the absence of Zhao's warmth.
This was the precise moment where the life he had built together with Zhao would surely come crashing down—
Zhao turned and locked eyes with him, and there was something achingly familiar in that look. He looked the way Joon-gi felt whenever he knelt before his mirrored-twin, hands bound behind his back, face uplifted in supplication—a sinner seeking absolution from a coldly beautiful angel.
He looked into Zhao's eyes, and he saw both fear and hope mingled together in that look. Zhao reached for him, fingers curling tight against his shoulders, and pulled him close. Joon-gi felt himself tipping forward as Zhao fell back against the bed, clinging fiercely with those strong thighs wrapped around his hips, like he never wanted to let go. Joon-gi braced his hands on either side of Zhao's shoulders, unable to move, unable to look away.
Zhao whispered a single word, and it was the most beautiful sound Joon-gi had ever heard.
Please.
It was an admission of trust on Zhao's part—trust that Joon-gi would take care of him.
He remembered how his mirrored-twin took hold of his chin between thumb and forefinger, tipping his head back to expose his vulnerable throat. The glint of moonlight against perfectly white teeth as he spoke: Do as I say, and I promise I will take care of you.
Joon-gi tipped his face closer as expression softened just a fraction, though his voice remained just as cool and measured as before. ]
Good boy. [ One hand stroked against Zhao's cheek in a tender caress. ] That's exactly what I wanted to hear.
[ Joon-gi rolled his hips, thrusting slow and deep as he worked to find his rhythm. From this position he could get much better leverage, and as he grabbed hold of Zhao's hips, he angled his lower body for an even deeper penetration. Joon-gi slowly ramped up the pace, feeling the bedframe creaking with the movement as he groaned deep in his chest. It felt so good with Zhao's legs wrapped around his hips, fingers digging into his shoulders. He snapped his hips, shifting to short, shallow thrusts before resuming a slow and deep rhythm once again.
Joon-gi leaned forward, a sheen of sweat glistening against his brow as he looked into Zhao's eyes. ]
Tell me how badly you want this.