A new family addition

[seemagicshit]

[Rain pattered against the windows at a steady rate. It made a nice backdrop to the soundscape of Zhao's apartment. The rice cooker chirped pleasantly, miso soup burbled on the stove and the clink of dishware all harmonized and emphasized that a meal would be forthcoming.

Zhao whistled a little tune as he got everything ready. He'd opted for more traditional Japanese this time around, but had an extra dish of grilled chicken for his boyfriend's extra protein needs. He eyed the rain beginning to increase outside. Joon-gi Han would be perfectly fine in his coat, but it was going to leave a mess.

He eyed some of his more threadbare towels, wondering which he could throw on the floor to sit under the sopping coat when he heard the door unlock.]

Hey, baby, you made it just in time for dinner.

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[joongipan]

[ There was a plate of strawberry crepes covered in sweet cream in front of Joon-gi. More accurately, there was only half a crepe in front of him, the rest of the plate carefully cleaned of its contents.

He'd been hoping to finish before Zhao woke up, so he wouldn't bear witness to his shame. But after the everything that happened last night, he deserved a cheat day, didn't he?

Joon-gi lowered his fork, which had been hovering in the air midway to his mouth when Zhao announced his presence. ]

Yeah, I did... [ He smiled a bit sheepishly. ] When I saw how peacefully you were sleeping, I just couldn't bear to wake you up. You've been looking so rundown the past few days, I thought you could use the extra sleep.

[ By the time the sun had risen, Joon-gi decided there was no point going back to sleep. So he took the opportunity to put on his face, dabbing a bit of extra concealer under his eyes to hide the unsightly dark shadows around his lower lids. He looked perfectly immaculate, his cheeks shimmering with a dewy look.

No one would ever guess that he had clocked in less than four hours of sleep last night. And he intended to keep it that way.

He pointed with his fork to the paper bag sitting on the counter. ]

There's a salmon crepe in there for you, with a house-made balsamic drizzle. Everyone's raving about it in the reviews, so I thought you might like it. [ He twirled his fork, jabbing it in the direction of the coffee maker. ] Coffee's ready for you, too. I put in an appointment with the vet for ten today, so that should give you enough time to eat and get ready before we have to go.

[ The kitten wobbled into a seated position and yawned, pink tongue curling. She craned her head to stare out of the box and chirped a morning greeting. ]

[seemagicshit]

Oh thank fuck, I can have breakfast and it smells amazing.

[He decided that he'd say nothing about his boyfriend's cheat food and dug into the ready breakfast and caffeine. It helped him perk up and much to his delight, he no longer felt that chill in his bones. He must have gotten that food and shower last night just in time.

He made sure to look his best for the vet, full accessories and hair styled. With Joon-gi also looking immaculate as always, they were certainly a pair for the vet. Among the many things Zhao had purchased at the pet store, they'd gotten a little bag with a zip up door to easily transport a kitten. He let Joon-gi hold the carrier the whole time while little stinky occasionally squeaked an opinion.

Shit, this was going to be so hard for him. It's not that Zhao didn't believe in miracles but it was just so stacked against the little thing. They explained the situation to the doctor, who examined the kitten while she screamed her displeasure. A little blood was drawn, a little examination. The doctor came back to them after a bit and pored over her notes and looked at the pair.]

I can say with honesty that had you not picked up the kitten yesterday after all that rain, it'd be dead. It's definitely the runt of whatever litter, but as long as you're sticking to feedings at every four hours and keeping her warm and safe, she's got her whole life ahead of her. She might not end up being very large, but barring any future illnesses, she should live a good long life for a cat.

[It was certainly not the news he'd been expecting. He'd braced himself for the worst so he just blinked when it didn't come.]

Wait, really?

[He spared a look at Joon-gi at this incredible news.]

[joongipan]

[ His mouth literally fell open at the news. Though he'd felt confident that the kitten was going to live, it was nice to get confirmation from a professional. ]

Really? [ He schooled his features once more, trying to temper his excitement, but he couldn't keep the stupid, boyish grin off his face. ] That's... that's great news!

[ She was going to live, and what's more, she was healthy. It's more than he could have asked for.

The doctor handed them some paperwork pertaining to vaccine schedules, along with some pamphlets about the proper care and socialization of kittens without littermates. There would be some unique challenges involved, given that the mother was the one who taught them how to groom themselves and communicate with one another, but with a little effort, she could still learn, even from human foster parents.

Joon-gi leafed through the paperwork briefly before handing it to Zhao. His expression was impossibly hopeful. ]

You're really okay with this?

[ Eun-so was still screaming unhappily about the whole affair, so the doctor handed her off to Joon-gi. He carefully cupped her between both hands and planted a kiss on her silver spot. She mewled sulkily, but at least appeared to have settled down a bit. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Well fuck him, they had a kitten. A squalling little life that was going to stick around for a good long time. Most of him was still in shock. But he had the wherewithal to thank the doctor and tuck the kitten back in her little carrier.

Zhao knew if this was how it was going to be, he'd have to do something first.]

What I think is that you should take little miss here. I gotta do a bit of shopping but I'll meet you back home in a bit, okay?

[Zhao knew that might have put off his boyfriend a little bit. But he couldn't explain himself at the moment. Just that he absolutely had to do this.

About two hours later, he came back to their apartment laden with a bit of groceries for meals to be had, but mostly for a few important things.

One was a little cabinet decorated with kittens and yarn with multiple drawers and labeled "Purrsonal Items." The other was a soft plush cat bed that looked like a crown and labeled "Spoiled Princess." The very last one was a set of collars small enough for kittens. He had one little butterflies on it.]

If you're going to live here, you're going to be stylish, do you understand? Because...

[His practical nature broke as he could finally accept that they didn't have to say goodbye. He could instead say hello. His voice broke as all the emotion he'd dammed up spilled out as he sat and pet the tiny little thing.]

Just...just because, y'know. You gotta grow into this so I can put it on you! I mean...shit...we gotta name you right. We can...we can do that right? Give her a name that'll last? Or or do you want to keep what you were calling her?

[joongipan]

[ He fixed Zhao with a questioning look, one brow raised in curiosity. He was plotting something, for sure, but Joon-gi quelled the impulse to interrogate him. He'd simply have to trust that Zhao knew what he was doing.

He took the opportunity to feed Eun-so again and check on his phone. He cautiously powered it on, sighing audibly when the homescreen popped up and several notifications chirped in quick succession: Kasuga posting memes in the group chat, some work related emails, a text from Seong-hui—

Ah, shit! He perused the text chain, but fortunately, it was just some simple errands she wanted him to run. Though, knowing Seong-hui's tastes, there was nothing 'simple' about it.

He fired off a quick response, explaining the events of last night, and graciously asked for an extension on running those errands.

It was about that time that Zhao returned home, bearing quite the burden of gifts. He'd thought Zhao had been a bit overboard with his purchases before, but now?

He could only stare incredulously as Zhao proudly displayed the cabinet with its bright colors and garish decals, the ostentatious little bed for their 'spoiled princess'. ]

Zhao... This is all so much...

[ If Joon-gi had been the one shopping, he certainly would not have gravitated toward such a loud and flashy style, but Zhao...

It was his style, and Joon-gi admired him for his bravery; to live his life so authentically and unashamedly. It was something that Joon-gi was still struggling with, trying to find himself after living within his predecessor's shadow for so long.

Carefully, he lowered himself next to Zhao and pulled him into a fierce embrace, holding him tight. It was a struggle to find the words to properly express his gratitude, so he simply held his boyfriend in silence for a few moments.

The kitten was still too young to make use of even half her gifts, but the fact that Zhao had bought them anyway meant that he was planning for the future. A future with him and Eun-so together, as a family.

He held Zhao even tighter as he leaned close, speaking softly against his ear: ] Thank you, jagiya. It's perfect. I'm sure she'll grow up strong and healthy under your careful guidance.

[ He pulled back, still keeping one arm wrapped around Zhao's shoulders, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He gently lifted the kitten with one hand and placed her into Zhao's lap. She wobbled forward and set her paws against his belly, staring up at him with impossibly blue eyes, and mewled. ]

See? She's saying, 'thank you for looking out for me'. [ Joon-gi gave her a little scratch between her ears. ] I think, seeing as we're taking care of her together, we should both decide on a name for her.

[ This little one was no replacement for Eun-so, and never would be. She deserved to have her own name and her own identity. ]

[seemagicshit]

[He didn't know why a little kitten would make him burst into tears, but maybe it was simple relief that the past hadn't repeated itself. Not to mention something about the kitten just brought out both of their emotional sides. Maybe this was a good thing for them to both process?

He picked up the tiny thing with both hands and kissed her on the head. That was going to be hard to not do constantly, right on the silver spot.]

It should be something badass. Feminine and bold. Fuck it, her name's Chun Li.

[Yes he was a Chun Li main as a child and he was tickled he could do a tiny bit she could.]

[joongipan]

[ Seeing the tears running down Zhao's face gave him pause. Never, in all the time he spent in Zhao's presence, professionally or privately, had he ever seen the man break down in tears. Not even after he survived being beaten within an inch of his life by Mabuchi and his men.

Something tightened within his chest as he watching Zhao gently pick up the kitten and kiss her on her tiny forehead. The gesture was so sweet and tender, and part of him wondered if Zhao had ever owned a pet before. He wouldn't have thought him the type before, but now...

Joon-gi chuckled softly. Naming a kitten after a video game character would certainly not have been his first choice, and yet... he had to admit that it wasn't a bad name. Feminine and bold, just as Zhao said. ]

Chun-Li, is it? Well, I suppose it's a fitting name if we wish for her to grow up into a strong and energetic young lady. [ His eyes narrowed with a teasing grin. ] Just don't complain when she starts tearing around the place and kicks all your dishes off the table.

[ Reaching forward, he laid his hand against Zhao's cheek, feeling the wetness of his tears against his palm, and gently turned his head so they could look at one another. His thumb brushed away a trailing tear as he focused on those soft eyes veiled behind smoky lenses. ]

Thank you, jagiya, for allowing her into your heart, just as you did for me. I think... it's so much larger than you care to admit, and I am grateful each and every day that you have granted me space within it.

[ Joon-gi leaned forward, lips brushing against Zhao's mouth, and kissed him softly. His lips parted briefly as he deepened the kiss, just enough to taste him, before he drew back. But just barely. His dark eyes reflected only warmth and affection and infinite patience.

He could spend an eternity in this moment, if he were allowed. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Well forget his tears, now he was flat out surprised at how easily his boyfriend initiated a kiss. He definitely wanted a bit more of whatever Joon-gi felt like giving to him.

Except the kitten, newly minted Chun Li, gave a little squeak.]

Aw, what's this? Don't want to watch your dads making out? Fine then. You are going to get a proper bath with shampoo because you still stink.

[He beamed a smile at Joon-gi, feeling his heart grow light.]

I think...I think having her here is something we didn't know we needed but I'm so goddamn glad. We gotta learn to share our space and integrate with little stinky.

So! We gotta follow the instructions and make a little playpen for her. I bought all that too so we might as well get it set up so she can get used to it and feel comfortable. We're gonna have to figure out a feeding schedule so we might as well call the gang and have them help because I sure as fuck want to get some sleep while she's this tiny.

So let's get you a good bath, Chun Li.

[The constant mewling JGH heard for a while was a kitten not happy with having a family that insisted on cleanliness. She did smell a lot nicer once the process was complete.]

[joongipan]

[ He watched the shift in Zhao's expression, the subtle widening of his eyes and parting of lips. Joon-gi must have caught him off-guard with that intimate display of affection.

Truth be told, Joon-gi was surprised at his own forwardness, as well. But how could he simply sit there and do nothing in the face of his loved one's tears? Though he felt honored to bear witness to such vulnerability, he also wanted to see Zhao smile once more.

And he did. It was like watching the sun break through the clouds, after the rain. Beautiful and breath-taking. ]

Well then, why don't I make us some lunch while you bathe her? Then we can work on setting up her playpen. We can take some pictures and send them to the group chat. I'm sure Kasuga will lose his mind once he lays eyes on our cute little daughter.

[ Joon-gi put together some sandwiches and sliced apples with tea while Zhao gave Chun-Li yet another bath. Her fur looked a bit brighter, and she certainly smelled much cleaner than before.

After lunch, they sat down and put together the playpen. It wasn't terribly complicated, though Joon-gi did puzzle over a few of the illustrations accompanying the instructions.

By the time they were finished, Chun-Li had passed out yet again, so they took the opportunity to pose her on the fancy cat bed while Joon-gi snapped a few quick photos, being rather generous with the sparkling heart snapchat filters. He sent it to the group chat and waited for the reactions to come in, holding his phone for Zhao to see. Several notifications followed in quick succession, all from Kasuga, with various iterations on heart emojis and keyboard smashing. Joon-gi couldn't help but laugh out loud at the reaction. ]

He wants to know when he can come by and see her. [ His brows furrowed as a sudden thought occured to him. ] Though, we might want to hold off on having too many people over until her immune system becomes stronger, and so we don't stress her out.

[seemagicshit]

[Lunch was excellent, of course, just the thing for everything they'd experienced together already today. Putting together the playpen was a bitch but they'd finally managed and Chun Li slept through all of it. Even through her glamor shots and the well wishes from everyone in the gang.]

Well, Nanba says he wants to be the first one and so does everyone else, but you're right. We should let her get settled in before we introduce new people to feed and play with her.

[And speaking of feeding, Zhao took on bottle duty and fed the kitten yet another meal. Following the hefty instructions they were given, he took a bit of a washcloth and dampened it, then made little grooming motions over Chun Li to get her used to the idea. After that, he parked her in the litterbox for a bit just to make sure she pissed in the right spot.]

This is going to sound weird, but I swear she already feels bigger in my hands. Maybe she just needed some steady milk to start plumping up.

We...we have a cat daughter. [He laughed at the very idea. Chun Li wobbled about, having done her duty and Zhao helped her to go back to sleep into her warm bed.]

Should we put something in the bed that smells like us so she feels comforted or is it that she has to get used to what we smell like so she knows she's in a safe place?

[joongipan]

I'm pretty sure the mother cat rubs her scent over any bedding she brings to the nest. That way, the kittens don't try to wander off when she leaves them to hunt for food. It probably wouldn't hurt to leave a shirt in there with her. Then she'll feel safe, even if we're not in the same room with her.

[ Anything with buttons or zippers was a no-go, since buttons were a choking hazard, and a zipper had sharp edges where she might hurt herself. Luckily, Joon-gi happened to be wearing a plain t-shirt, at the moment. ]

I'd be willing to sacrifice mine for nesting material.

[ Without hesitation, Joon-gi grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. He looked up to find Zhao had peeled off his shirt, as well, the yellow-patterned fabric dangling from his arms as he stared back at Joon-gi with a confused look. ]

What are you...?

[ Well, this was awkward. ]

[seemagicshit]

Well...she's got two dads so it makes sense she gets a shirt from each of us.

[He tucked his shirt by one part of the princess bed and took Joon-gi's shirt to add to the collection. The kitten didn't react at all, still off in dreamland. With shirts off, Zhao openly admired the absolute dedication to his boyfriend's workout routine.]

You know. We could let her sleep here and we can just finish what we just started.

[Emboldened with a wicked grin, he ever so slightly rubbed a thumb over one of his boyfriend's tits and walked to their bedroom, whistling.]

[joongipan]

[ Okay, he can't exactly argue with that logic...

He leaned back on the heels of his hands, watching as Zhao carefully tucked their shirts into the nesting box. But it wasn't long before he felt those sharp eyes raking over his physique, and Joon-gi felt his nape prickle as Zhao fixed him with a heated look.

He averted his gaze slightly, feeling a sudden warmth rush to his face. Zhao took the opportunity to close the distance, his palm gliding over Joon-gi's chest. He sucked in a breath at the sudden contact, and turned just in time to catch sight of Zhao's wicked grin before he slipped away. ]

We could...

[ It had been awhile since they did anything more intimate than spoon together in bed or have sloppy make-out sessions during some TV romcom that neither of them were paying attention to. Generally, Zhao was the one who initiated things while Joon-gi followed his lead, but now...

He couldn't say precisely what had changed. Maybe it was witnessing that moment of vulnerability, or maybe it was a newfound understanding of his place in this shared space of theirs, but he felt more confident in lowering his guard and revealing his own vulnerabilities, as well.

Joon-gi took to his feet, sparing one last look toward the slumbering kitten before trailing after Zhao. He slipped his arms around the other's waist, pulling him close. His lips brushed teasingly against the shell of Zhao's ear as he spoke softly. ]

Can you promise me you'll be quiet? [ His fingers traced a line beneath his navel, halting at the waist line of his pants. ] Well?

[seemagicshit]

[Okay, he hadn't expected to have his boyfriend talking right in his ear and his hands where they were. Zhao was honestly distracted for a moment before he could answer.]

I can certainly try to be quiet but I promise to be just as enthusiastic.

[Holy hell, this was happening. It'd been too damn long and Zhao wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. He did take one moment to remove his shades, but leave his magatama and rings on. Sometimes metal warmed with body heat did fun things in the moment. Like when he grabbed the back of Joon-gi's neck right at the nape to continue with that kiss where they left off. Now if his boyfriend wanted to either continue standing or throwing him down on the bed to continue, Zhao was more than happy.

So good to have options.]

[joongipan]

[ Zhao removed his shades, dropping them on the dresser, then turned within the circle of Joon-gi's arms to face him. It was such a rare thing, to look into Zhao's eyes without the dark lenses of his shades disguising their true color— a deep, rich brown that shifted to honeyed hues in certain lighting.

But now, they were dark and full of desire. Joon-gi shivered beneath that heated look as he felt Zhao's fingers tangle in his hair, guiding their faces close for another kiss. There was no hesitation as Joon-gi leaned into him, lips parting as he took the kiss deeper into familiar territory. His fingers dragged down the length of Zhao's spine as he held him close, pulling their bodies flush against one another.

God, this is just want he wanted, what he needed. This warmth, this closeness. A strong, guiding hand. Fingers pulling tight against his hair.

He wanted to take his time, to savor this moment. To not rush too quickly to an inevitable end that would leave him feeling cold and bereft...

Except Zhao would never leave him feeling that way. Even when they eventually parted, he'd still have the lingering warmth of his hands on his skin, the memory of hungry kisses against his throat. And it would be enough. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Oh you want to go slow like this is some romance novel? Sorry, but you're in the House of Zhao and that means going full tilt. He shifted his grip, put both hands firmly on Joon-gi's ass and threw them both across the bed.

He broke the kiss to laugh at the sheer joy of having his boyfriend's full weight on top of him. He spread his legs wider, just so he had more to grip Joon-gi with around his hips and ran his hands all over the other man's back. He did have the wherewithal to reach across to the nightstand and fumble for some condoms and lube because Zhao was nothing if not prepared for whatever Joon-gi wanted to do. While he waited for that to happen, Zhao would settle for shamelessly grinding. It'd help with the decision process and look, he was even being as quiet as he could about it.]

[joongipan]

[ He felt Zhao shift his grip, nails and rings dragging down his back, which sent another thrill of pleasure straight to his core, heat coiling in his belly. He gasped softly against Zhao's mouth as his hands clapped firmly onto his ass, and then— ]

H-Hey!

[ The world suddenly tilted, and Joon-gi found himself atop Zhao, his strong thighs wrapped around his hips, holding him in place. Joon-gi shifted his weight, trying to pull his knees into a more comfortable position. The movement caused his growing erection to rub up against the jutting hardness in Zhao's pants, eliciting a quiet, desperate moan. ]

Easy, tiger... [ Several strands of silver hair fell across his brow, pulled loose from his carefully combed style. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared down at Zhao, but a barely restrained desire flickered within their darkened depths. ] I'm still getting warmed up...

[ He brought their faces close, lips brushing briefly before he captured Zhao's mouth in a fierce and hungry kiss. There was little gentleness to be had this time as his body rocked against Zhao's, heat pooling low in his belly. He was growing harder by the second, his breath hot and ragged in Zhao's mouth, the threat of teeth scraping against his lower lip.

It was hard to practice anything even remotely close to restraint when Zhao was in one of his moods, and even now, Joon-gi could feel the remaining threads of his sanity quickly fraying...

But, even so, there was a part of him that wanted to be gentle, that wanted so desperately not to hurt the man beneath him, whose nails he could feel digging desperately into his back, and he welcomed that small yet familiar pain being carved into his skin. ]

[seemagicshit]

[As enthusiastic as Zhao could be, he was nothing if not an agreeable partner. If Joon-gi needed a little time to warm up and wanted to dial it back just a bit, then that's what he'd do. Shit, he thought he almost got bit in that kiss it was so strong.

So he reached up with both hands to move Joon-gi up to a sitting position, but only to give him a wide grin. Oh, you want to be warmed up? He'd do that for you. Zhao bit his lip as he slowly pulled off his pants and dropped them to the floor. And really, at this point, might as well give you a slow slow striptease as his boxers also were removed. Then he just laid there for a moment, naked and glorious and hard as a goddamn rock.]

So, what do you want me to do, hmm? Should I stay like this or...I bet I can guess what you want.

[His voice was low and sensual as he pulled himself onto Joon-gi's lap. Then he purred right in his boyfriend's ear.]

It'd be so hot if you just fucked me right in your lap. Maybe I face you, maybe you turn me around and just bury yourself in me, but right in your lap. I bet you think about it while you're working. I know I do.

[joongipan]

[ He felt Zhao's hands on his shoulders slowly pushing him back, and Joon-gi allowed it, balancing himself on the heels of his hands. More silver hair fell loose, sweeping across his brows and framing his dark eyes.

He watched Zhao's lips curl into a catlike grin. There was a mischievious glint in his eyes as he held Joon-gi's gaze, unflinching. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and slowly shimmied out of them, spreading his legs to show off the very noticeable tent in his boxers. Joon-gi swallowed hard, fingers curling tight against the sheets as he became increasingly aware of how tight and uncomfortable his jeans had become, and how badly he wanted to touch himself, just for a moment of relief.

But he didn't move—couldn't move—as Zhao maintained that focused eye contact, lifting his hips sensually as he slowly slid his boxers off and tossed them to the floor. He stretched languorously, luxuriating in his own nakedness, like a cat basking in its own personal spot of sunshine.

Joon-gi's eyes dragged over every inch of bronzed skin, tracing the curve of his strong shoulders and toned biceps; the thickly-muscled thighs that had been wrapped around his hips only moments ago; that perfect cock standing proudly between his legs. It took every ounce of will within Joon-gi not to bury his head between those melon-crushing thighs and start sucking him off immediately. ]

[ Oh, fuck me... ]

[ He cursed softly in Korean under his breath, feeling the blood rushing to his face. Well, some of it, anyway...

He didn't move as Zhao insinuated himself into his lap, though he wrapped one arm around Zhao's waist to keep him steady. He shivered, eyes fluttering closed as he felt soft lips brush against his ear, the prickle of day's old stubble against his cheek. ]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? [ Joon-gi tried to keep his voice steady, but it trembled beneath the weight of unfulfilled desire. His hand slid lower, fingers gripping tight against Zhao's ass. He rocked his hips beneath Zhao's body, desperate for even the slightest bit of friction against his still-clothed cock. ] But I'd be lying if I didn't say I wanted it, too. Feeling you squirming on my lap, begging for my hand on your cock...

[ His fingers trailed teasingly along his asscrack, but didn't push further. ]

Where's the lube? I need to make you ready if we're going to do this properly.

[ He might be horny out of his mind right now, but there were some things that Joon-gi wouldn't do, and fucking his boyfriend without lube was one of them. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Oh my God, Joon-gi was horny as fuck and it was glorious. With alacrity Zhao grabbed the lube and grabbed a condom for him. He gasped as soon his boyfriend went to work and almost went louder except he was trying to be good. He gripped Joon-gi's shoulders and panted, feeling himself getting stretched and ready on the inside.

Oh he'd be easily begging for a hand on his cock, don't you worry. But now he saw Joon-gi's game, to just take his time and tease him mercilessly, making him bend his forehead down to his boyfriend's shoulder and whimper. He immediately tried to help rip off Joon-gi's pants just to move the process along. He kept his pleading to a whisper.]

Please? Please oh shit please fuck me oh please PLEASE...

[joongipan]

[ He pressed two slick fingers against Zhao's entrance, teasing him open. There was a sharp intake of breath, fingers digging against his shoulders as he slowly pushed deeper. ]

Easy, jagiya, relax... [ He pressed a kiss to Zhao's temple as his fingers moved inside him. ] I've got you.

[ He took his time, moving slowly, even as Zhao squirmed against him, rolling his hips as he rocked against Joon-gi's hand. He whimpered impatiently in that way Joon-gi knew so well, longing for a bolder penetration. He obliged by drawing his hand back and pushing a third finger inside.

He knew that wasn't what Zhao really wanted, but he'd have to take it, for now. ]

You're so cute when you're impatient, you know that, right? [ He laughed softly, pressing a gentle kiss against Zhao's lips. ] But I'm doing this for your own good. Because I want it to be good for you.

[ Which was true, but it would be a lie if Joon-gi didn't admit that a part of him enjoyed turning the tables and teasing Zhao every once in a while...

He felt Zhao's hands dragging down his chest briefly before they began clawing at the waistband of his pants, as if they had personally offended him. Joon-gi grunted beneath him, trying to shift his weight for a better angle, but this just wasn't going to work with their current positions. ]

H-Hey! Hang on a second! [ He pulled his fingers free, leaning back on one hand. ] Let me help, okay?

[ He flopped back on the bed, fingers fumbling at the fly of his jeans, which wasn't helped by the fact that half of them were slick with lube. He cursed softly in Korean as he skinned out of both jeans and boxer briefs in one go, and kicked them to the floor.

He lay there for a moment, panting as he stared up at the ceiling. Why the fuck are skinny jeans the current fashion trend right now? For real...

He pushed himself up on his elbows and gazed up a Zhao, face flushed, breathing heavily. His hair was completely disheveled, but he didn't care.

His eyes flicked toward the condom lying on the rumpled sheets, then back to Zhao's face. ]

Do you want to do the honors?

[ The look in Joon-gi's eyes indicated that he would love nothing more if Zhao did. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Did he want to do the honors? Of course he fucking did. He was about the grab for the condom and then paused and considered his rings. Some of which were a little on the sharp side. Probably not a great idea to shred something before you even use it.

With a little snort, he removed his rings one by one by one on the nightstand before safely unwrapping and slowly, safely sliding it over Joon-gi's cock. Then he took a little bit of the lube, slicked it over that condom, gave the balls one friendly squeeze, and then got himself into position.

As much as he wanted this, you really did have to just go slow. He sat facing away from Joon-gi and took him in with a little grunt as he tried to relax. Barely in and he already felt how goddamn hard his boyfriend was. But Zhao would gladly go with any pace Joon-gi wanted, just as long as they could feel like this together.]

[joongipan]

[ He watched from beneath hooded eyes as Zhao removed his rings one by one and carefully set them aside, almost making a show of it. But Joon-gi was nothing if not patient, and so he gathered his legs beneath him and straightened to a seated position, hands resting lightly against his knees. He had the look of a faithful retainer awaiting orders from his master.

Even so, it was difficult to resist the temptation to touch himself. His fingers curled against his palms, nails digging into flesh as he tried to maintain some modicum of discipline.

Zhao moved close and began to roll the condom over his throbbing cock. Joon-gi tipped his head back with a sharp intake of breath, eyes fluttering closed as Zhao's slick fingers circled his shaft and slowly stroked him.

He shifted his weight on his knees, adjusting his position as Zhao leaned back against him. Joon-gi's hands settled against his hips, holding him steady. ]

Take your time. Just relax into it.

[ Joon-gi took a breath and slowly released it as his cock pressed against Zhao's yielding entrance, and then slowly pushed through. He held himself steady, allowing Zhao complete control while he adjusted himself.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Joon-gi allowed himself to simply enjoy the warmth of his boyfriend's body tucked against his own, the feeling of his chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath; the silken heat wrapped around his cock.

He tipped his head close, breath hot against Zhao's ear. ] Move with me.

[ Slowly, he rolled his hips beneath Zhao, falling into a rhythm of shallow thrusts, just to get him warmed up. He pressed a trail of fluttering kisses against Zhao's throat, feeling the fluttering of his pulse against his lips. ]

[ Fuck, you feel so good, babe. ]

[ He hadn't realized he had slipped back into his native tongue. But given his tone of voice, it should be easy for Zhao to pick up on the meaning of his words. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Holy hell, now that he was finally where he wanted to be, he gave a long sigh as his body adjusted, giving it the time needed to prepare. But given a command to move, Zhao easily obeyed, rocking back on Joon-gi's cock.

Not to mention Joon-gi's hands were everywhere, running over his body, gripping his thighs and teasing across his tits. He panted, feeling kisses over his throat and the back of his neck.

Fuck, there was nothing like getting railed. He liked being in either position, but there was something unique in being so helpless in someone's arms and submitting to getting hammered in that one, beautiful special spot...

Zhao twitched as Joon-gi managed to bury himself deep with their slow rhythm and reach that spot.]

Tell me. Tell me everything you want to do to me, even if I can't understand. A-and touch me real slow, please?

[He groaned into the slow but deep pace, taking one of his boyfriend's hands and guiding it to his hardened cock. But even with that connection, it didn't feel enough, so with a breathy laugh he took his boyfriend's other hand. The fingers were still slick with lube so he zeroed in on the wrist and sucked on the skin, muffling his growing excitement. He also clenched his body around Joon-gi's cock between each slow thrust for added measure.]

[joongipan]

[ It surprised him to see how quickly Zhao obeyed his soft-spoken command. Normally, Zhao was the contrarian sort, willful and defiant toward those who sought to control him.

There was something deeply satisfying about seeing the once feared leader of the Yokohama Liumang reduced to such a state, made pliant and amenable, all because he had a stiff cock up his ass. Joon-gi wanted to see how far he could push Zhao before he was reduced to begging once again, yearning for a firm hand wrapped around his cock and teeth at his throat...

Joon-gi took a breath, pushing that last thought from his mind. No, that might be too much, even for Zhao.

Of course, Joon-gi was more than happy to oblige. How could he not, especially when Zhao asked him so sweetly?

His hands slid over Zhao's thighs, nails lightly raking along the inner curve, where the skin was most sensitive. Then he drew them back up again, palms sliding over the taut muscles of his belly, his chest, fingers circling his nipples. His hands roved everywhere, touching every part of Zhao's body, except the one place he was needed most. He could feel Zhao twitching against him each time his fingers touched a particularly sensitive place, breath hissing sharply. Joon-gi couldn't stop himself from groaning softly as he felt Zhao tighten around his cock.

He kissed the nape of Zhao's neck, feeling the brush of short-shaved hair tickling against his lips. He smiled to himself, feeling the tension held tightly in Zhao's broad shoulders.

It was only a matter of time before he completely unraveled...

And he did, reaching for Joon-gi's hand and guiding it toward his cock. He didn't beg, instead taking charge of the situation, even if it was only in this one, small way.

Joon-gi nuzzled the length of Zhao's throat as he stroked his cock with agonizing slowness. He laughed against his ear, voice soft as a purr. ]

Did I say you could do that? [ He nipped playfully at Zhao's ear, feeling the ring pierced through the lower lobe bump against his lips. ] I wanted to hear you beg for my hand on your cock, but you had to be impatient...

[ His hand stilled. Joon-gi's lips dragged along Zhao's throat, teeth scraping against sensitive skin. He could feel a perverse sort of hunger awakening within him—a desire to see Zhao squirming beneath him, powerless and completely at his mercy.

He shouldn't want this. Joon-gi should content himself with meekness and docility. It's how he had survived in the world for as long as he had, by being patient and tractable.

But Zhao had asked him what he wanted—what he wanted to do to him.

The words spilled out of him before he could stop them in a voice that sounded foreign yet familiar—a voice that belonged to the man whose face he shared, whose hungers and proclivities mirrored his own, but far more dark and twisted. ]

I want you on your back. I want to see the look on your face when you come. [ His voice was a soft and commanding growl—steel wrapped in silk. The voice of a man used to getting his way. ] You're not allowed to touch yourself. I want to watch you spill across your belly, see the mess you make of yourself. I want to feel you trembling around me, too weak to move because you've just had the best goddamn pounding of your entire fucking life, and I want you to thank me for it...

[ Joon-gi felt his heart hammering within his chest, fearing that he had tipped his hand too far this time. Perhaps he should have left this secret fantasy just that—a fantasy locked up in his own mind, never to see the light of day.

But it was too late now, far too late. All the cards were on the table, and who knows if he'd turn up with a winning hand. ]

Tell me you want it, too.