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]

[ 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.

[seemagicshit]

[It was so good to be touched. But to be gently chastised for wanting to be touched was a different level of hot. Just a thrill of danger up his spine. But then the teeth on his neck elicited a gasp. The absolute level of command and raw hunger from Joon-gi was on a complete other level, to the point that it made him freeze.

He knew Joon-gi could be ruthless in a fight but no idea he could be ruthless in bed. Zhao had to parse out the words carefully, so for the hand that had stopped stroking him, he put his hand on top.]

I...

[What did he want? He didn't want his boyfriend to not enjoy himself. He didn't want Joon-gi to pretend he wanted something when he didn't. This was a sense of true feeling. That night when Joon-gi had slept in his bed and teared up at a good breakfast had been the first crack.

Zhao breathed in and out, realizing something else. As raw as Joon-gi's words were, the command requested, it was also a giant level of trust and vulnerability. There also wasn't any hint of violence. Just a level of command and respect. A man could want to fuck his boyfriend stupid and also tear up at the thought of losing a kitten.

A man could also grow to love a kitten in the home and also want to be safely commanded and told just how good it was going to be. The thought of Joon-gi just going to town on him made him groan, enough that he adjusted himself out of the position, turned around to reposition himself and look Joon-gi in the eyes, feeling that cock fill him up once more. He gripped Joon-gi's shoulders. He hoped he looked less scared and more hopeful, especially as he leaned back, being pressed into the bed, thighs wrapping around Joon-gi's hips.

It took him a few tries to speak because looking at his boyfriend in the eye with that ultimatum on the table made him into a quivering mess. But the ragged word was whispered:]

Please.

[joongipan]

[ 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. ]

Tell me how badly you want this.

[seemagicshit]

[They were both fucking gambling and both coming up triple 7s in what each wanted the other to do to them. As Joon-gi immediately began to follow through with being an amazing fuck, a needy sound escaped Zhao's lips, very much on the loud side that he immediately stifled, trying to be so good.

Oh my God, Zhao was positive that he really hadn't been fucked so thoroughly before! It wasn't even that it was being too fast and rough, but that it was slow and strong and hit that spot over and over. Not to mention that it just kept going, that muscled body thrusting over and over, hands gripping him and watching his own legs clench around Joon-gi, acting as a goad. Every time he'd thrust in, Zhao swore it was balls deep, like his body was made to fit his boyfriend's cock.

Zhao's own cock throbbed with the need to be touched, but he held himself off only by biting on one of his own arms and muffling his rising excitement. But oh, wait, wait he had to say something, words what the fuck were words? He hissed a whisper, reaching up to drag a hand over his boyfriend's chest.]

Please oh fuck please please touch me need it so bad you fuck me so good holy fuck Joon you're so goddamn hard you feel so good please touch me I swear I'll come so hard when you do just touch me please no one's fucked me like you please please please...

[joongipan]

[ Never, in all of his wildest dreams and fantasies, did he imagine Zhao capable of making such small, desperate little noises. He couldn't help but grin with self-satisfaction as Zhao covered his mouth, trying to suppress those needful whimpers, and Joon-gi wanted so badly to tease him further, just to hear what other noises he might make...

But as he felt Zhao's hand splay across his chest, Joon-gi was forced to push that impulse aside. There was something so beautiful in the way Zhao looked up at him—face flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure—and knowing that he needed more.

Joon-gi understood hunger on a primal level. His predecessor understood it, as well. He taught Joon-gi about indulgence and denial, and how the proper application of one or the other could bend anyone to your will. Because everyone had their breaking point. It was just a matter of finding it.

And Zhao was quickly reaching his own...

Joon-gi leaned forward as Zhao continued to babble a litany of pleas, and captured his mouth in a fierce and hungry kiss, effectively silencing him. The slow, deep fucking switched to shallow thrusting as Joon-gi sought to maintain that closeness, all while still kissing Zhao. He could feel Zhao's cock trapped between the press of their bodies, and he took advantage of the position to grind against him a little, offering some small measure of relief.

Several long moments passed before Joon-gi finally broke the kiss and pulled away. He gasped for air, laughing breathlessly. ]

Good. Very good. I appreciate the enthusiasm. [ His smile was beatific as he brought his right hand to rest against Zhao's chest, and slowly dragged it lower. ] You've been very, very patient, and I think that deserves a reward...

[ Joon-gi's pulse quickened as his fingers wrapped around Zhao's throbbing cock. He gave it a firm squeeze, marveling at how hard he had become, and then slowly began to stroke him. The head of his cock was already slick with pre-come and Joon-gi worked to spread some of it along his shaft. ]

You're so fucking hard right now, babe. [ Joon-gi was panting as he stroked Zhao faster, his gaze hot and hungry as he imagined what it would feel like to have their positions reversed. ] I've never felt you get this hard before...

[ It seemed almost a waste not to have such a magnificent, rock-hard cock filling him up right now, but there would be other opportunities. His hips pounded harder against Zhao's ass, causing the bedframe to bump rhythmically against the wall.

Joon-gi's stamina was quickly running out as a familiar pressure began building in his lower belly. The sight of Zhao desperate and disheveled beneath him was going to push him over the edge...

But he wasn't going to come first. No way in hell was that happening.

He fixed Zhao with a heated look, his voice soft yet commanding: ] Come for me. Now.

[seemagicshit]

[Fuck control, didn't know her never met her. One desperate tongue lashing kiss followed with Joon-gi taking absolute control, fucking him hard into the mattress and even into the wall. With that hand finally and firmly gripping him and stroking him off and the very insistent command, Zhao took a deep gasp of air, grabbed onto Joon-gi's shoulder with one hand, shoved his other forearm into his mouth as he came. Hard.

His cries were incoherent as his body arced, lifting both of them for a moment, feeling hot warmth start to spill across his abs. Wave upon wave of pleasure radiated from being truly well fucked by someone growing more important to him by the day.

Tears filled up and spilled from his screwed shut eyes, completely blitzed and overwhelmed with feeling. He faintly felt and heard Joon-gi finish with a deep shudder that contributed to the continuation of his own euphoria.

Holy shit.]

[joongipan]

[ He felt every muscle tense within Zhao's body, pulled taut as a bowstring; the fierce clenching of thighs threatening to crush his hips. Joon-gi groaned deep in his chest as he felt Zhao tighten around his cock, drawing him in deep.

At this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer...

Zhao cried out as he finally came, spilling across his belly. Joon-gi worked him through it, milking every last drop out of him, but there was just so much of it! He felt Zhao grow limp within his grasp, his entire body a weak and boneless mess. He simply laid there, eyes screwed shut, gasping for breath, a sheen of sweat coating his skin.

He never looked more beautiful than he did now, raw and naked and completely spent, trembling in the aftershock of orgasm.

Joon-gi took hold of Zhao's thighs, and with a few more thrusts, was brought to completion. He tipped his head back, breath hitching with a sharp cry as every nerve lit up with electric ecstasy. He felt weightless, euphoric.

With a shuddering sigh, Joon-gi withdrew from Zhao's limp body, feeling spent but satisfied. He smiled, shifting positions so he could straddle Zhao's hips. He bent forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his sweat-slicked brow. ]

You did well, jagiya. [ He pressed a chaste kiss to Zhao's lips. ] I'm so proud of you.

[ As he drew back, Joon-gi noticed the tears streaming from Zhao's eyes, and something tightened within his chest. Reaching forward, he caressed one stubble-roughened cheek and brushed his thumb against a trailing tear, but Zhao refused to open his eyes. ]

Hey, you're still with me, right? [ He cupped Zhao's face between both hands, heedless of the slick mess coating his fingers. ] Open your eyes, Zhao. Look at me.

[ This was not a command, but a small and desperate plea. ]

Please.