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If he was being entirely honest with himself, Sooho should’ve expected this outcome.
However, Sooho was never quite honest with himself, especially when it came to interpersonal relationships. Particularly, his with Banryu. And so, after the bickering with each other dragged on too long to be considered playful, Sooho had to have the last word, just like he always does.
Which led to Banryu’s dagger being held at his neck, catching him off guard after he turned away in an attempt to leave the conversation before Banryu could chime in with a rebuttal of his own.
“Say that again.” Banryu seethed, harsh breath hissing through his teeth and landing on Sooho’s ear, nipping against his skin as he began to break into a cold sweat. A hard lump formed in his throat as panic set over him, which he would have forced down if not for fear of his adam’s apple nicking the blade. How could Banryu, of all people, elicit such a strong reaction out of him, when he had consistently remained calm in times of peril before?
“I said,” Sooho stopped to try and take a lungful of air, only to find his ribs were collapsing in his chest, “at least my father doesn’t beg on the ground like a dog to try and gain respect.”
It was too far, and Sooho knew that, but his big mouth always opened long before the gears in his head started working, something he could never fully gain control over. A bitter, empty chuckle escaped Banryu’s lips, curled into a smirk. “A dog, huh?” He said. Sooho wasn’t sure if he was expected to answer that or not, and chose to stay quiet.
Until an involuntary shout was forced out of him as Banryu pushed him onto the floor, curse ripe on his tongue before he was rendered unable to speak, the cold metal of Banryu’s blade pressed to the back of his neck. “I’ll teach you to beg, dog. Face me.” Banryu ordered, animosity lining each word he spat out.
Ah. Now Sooho understood why he was reacting so severely. He carefully shifted on his knees, painstakingly aware of the knife mere millimeters away from cutting into his skin, until his eyes fixed on Banryu standing tall, foreboding above him.
Because he’s Banryu.
“I could kill you right now.” He said, looking down at Sooho’s pitiful form with disdain.
“But you won’t.” Sooho retaliated, only to regret it the second the words left his mouth. Banryu lifted his dagger underneath his chin, forcing his head up at a harsh angle to escape the bite of the blade.
Banryu sneered at him, entire face filled with disgust. “What makes you think that, dog?”
Sooho pressed his fingernails into the palms of his hands, slick with sweat, to try and still their shaking. “You thrive off this, don’t you?” A pause to gauge Banryu’s reaction. There was none. “Hating me provides purpose for your life, does it not?”
The air fell heavy with silence. Suddenly, a flash of movement, too fast for Sooho to comprehend, flared across his vision. It wasn’t until the sweat traveling down his cheek ran warm instead of cold, when the sting of wind hitting an open wound made him wince, did Sooho understand. “You talk big for a man kneeling at my feet.” Banryu said, ignoring the incredulous look on Sooho’s now bleeding face.
“Banryu, I - ” Sooho started, scrambling for any tiny thread of hope left for making amends, before being cut off by Banryu’s knife once more, this time on his bottom lip, barely, ever so slightly tearing the thin skin.
Banryu dropped down until he was eye level with Sooho, clearly with no intention of removing his blade, yet not pressing down any harder, either. “I’d keep quiet now, if I were you.” He clicked his tongue as he silently basked in the image of Sooho perfectly subservient to him, completely at his mercy. This must be what it felt like to have absolute power, all the control he had always dreamed of but never received. He felt as though he could revel in this overflowing emotion for an eternity. “Your existence provides no purpose for me. You are simply a toy I take enjoyment in whenever I please before I move on with my life. Perhaps hating me is your purpose, however, it is not mine.”
He finally removed his dagger, satisfied with his words, and Sooho could breathe once more. Banryu’s strong grip on the handle remained, but at the very least he could move freely without constantly fearing that any small action would result in pain. And he should have apologized, he knew he should have, but instead he opened his big mouth again, tasting iron on his tongue with every syllable he spoke.
“If that were the case,” he said pointedly, heart pounding so hard in his chest it almost hurt, “why do you always come back to me?”
Banryu fisted a handful of Sooho’s hair, pulling their faces mere centimeters apart, jaw clenched with anger as he glared into Sooho’s hooded eyes. They both knew exactly what he was referring to, and it made Banryu seethe with rage. This constant game of push and pull, of something bigger always lying, restless, underneath all the resentment they held for each other within themselves. That something they had always been too scared to explore, yet sadistically curious to what might happen if they were to take it by the reigns and ride it as far as it wished to take them. And how could Sooho be so proud, so pretentious, that he hardly hesitated to take Banryu by surprise, knock him off-guard, after he had finally seized a fleeting moment of control?
So Banryu kissed him.
A brutal kiss that would leave Sooho’s lips bruised, deepened by the hand still tangled in his hair, pressing them desperately closer together. The kind where Banryu bit down on Sooho’s injured lip, opening his mouth as he gasped at the sharp pain and shoving his tongue inside, letting them twist together. Wanting a release to all the pent-up hatred he had stored for Sooho, needing him to be hurt the same way he had always been. A sickly kiss where he could taste Sooho’s blood, for whatever reason not minding in the least, especially when Sooho moaned, loud, drawn out, and oh, somehow that one noise changed everything.
His constant suffering at the hands of Sooho seemed to drift away, leaving the back of his mind, lost to the stale air of the closet space. He no longer wanted to simply harm him, he wanted to make Sooho completely fall apart, make him keen, moan, whimper, come. He wanted to be the catalyst behind Sooho’s actions, whatever they may be, however wrong they felt, anything and everything, as long as it was because of him.
Sooho’s second groan into Banryu’s open mouth made him realize, albeit belatedly, that Sooho wasn’t just letting this happen. Sooho was kissing him back, Sooho was enjoying this, possibly even more than he was, if the sounds he was making were anything to go off of. He didn’t even mind when Sooho’s hands began to wander, traveling up his chest until they weakly grasped onto the fabric sitting on his shoulders.
“Banryu…” Sooho breathed, still so close together that Banryu could feel his own name on his lips, unwilling to seperate. But Sooho’s thoughts were a blur, didn’t know what came after that one word, only that his body was burning and he wanted . So badly he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t convert this overwhelming emotion into speech. His grip tightened ever so slightly and he pleaded with his eyes, begged Banryu to understand. Please, please, please...
Somehow his body knew what to do without the consent of his thoughts, impossible due to the haziness fogging his skull. He lifted himself until he was sitting in Banryu’s lap, straddling his thighs with his own, and Banryu could feel his hardness now, it was impossible for him not to, but it wasn’t enough, closer, closer. Pulling him in so their lips met again, a much softer, sensual kiss than the first, but painful nonetheless. But he didn’t mind, no, he loved that sharp pang of pain, rousing his senses, setting his skin on fire. The hand that had been woven in his hair moved lower to cup the crook of his neck, effectively intensifying the kiss and forcing a small noise out of Sooho’s abused lips.
And that quiet whimper flipped a switch inside Banryu’s head, growling into Sooho’s mouth, free hand roughly clutching his hip and dragging him closer until their hard-ons met through too many layers of clothing. He let himself buck up into Sooho, the tiniest bit of movement against Sooho’s cock making him moan into the air, and god, he was so sensitive, every sensation burning him from the inside out. Already reacting so strongly despite Banryu barely touching him, and he couldn’t help but wonder...
Banryu pulled his lips away, immediate longing for Sooho’s taste on his tongue flaring up, heightened by the pout on Sooho’s face, but he retained his self-discipline, something he had always exceeded at. It would all be worth it in the end. He rested his forehead on Sooho’s, their hot breaths mixing between them as they panted, unrestrained. “Tell me you want me.” He said, hips moving in such a way that made Sooho let out all these sounds, these cut-off noises in the back of his throat that traveled straight to his cock, made his head spin, lose his senses.
Sooho opened his mouth to reply only to groan after a particularly strong thrust, furrowing his eyebrows as he fought to gain control of his thoughts long enough to fulfill Banryu’s request. All other emotions were crushed by his arousal, and he needed more, to find relief, he needed...
“Please, I need you.” He managed that much, accentuated his desperation with a kiss, hunger seemingly never quenched.
The sudden nature of the kiss got a soft chuckle out of Banryu, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t help his amusement at how needy Sooho was, a situation he never imagined would occur. Sooho, a man notorious for pursuing women, bedding them, and subsequently breaking their hearts the following day, sitting in his lap and begging for his touch. Even stranger still was Banryu wanting the same, wanting to feel Sooho’s bare chest against his, his legs wrapped around his torso, his warmth around his cock.
There were far too many layers between them. Their clothes were restraining them, holding them back from what they thirsted for, but there was no time, the painstaking task of removing their garments sounding nothing short of torturous at this point. But it was so warm, their bodies so searing hot with pleasure, that simple grinding wouldn’t suffice. They needed to be pushed over the edge, so hot and wet and deep that they couldn’t remember their own names, where Sooho ended and Banryu started.
As they continued moving in unison, tongues twisting together, teeth clicking in their haste, Banryu’s shoe hit the blade of the knife, distracting him only for a moment. A plan began to form in his head, a plan that made his insides coil, ripping a soft groan from his throat at the mere thought of it. It was too tempting to ignore, he had to at least try, and he removed the hand at Sooho’s neck, dropping it to his side, blindly searching for the dagger, not daring to turn away and break their kiss.
At last, Banryu was holding the handle of the blade, and he lifted it between their heated bodies, parting with one last kiss before focusing on the task at hand.
“Sooho...” he said, wanting to convey his sincerity by looking him in the eyes, only for all his blood to rush south as he took in Sooho’s expression. Eyelids half shut, darkened with arousal, cheeks flushed, swollen lips bitten red, completely wrecked, begging for worse to be done yet. However, the most captivating feature, Banryu thought as a knot formed in his throat, were the fresh cuts on his cheekbone and lower lip. He forced the knot down, mouth running dry. “Trust me.”
Sooho glanced down, at the light reflecting off the polished iron of the blade, the slightest bit of his own blood running down the side, and tightened his grip. Somehow, despite having no reason to trust Banryu, the target of his resentment for as long as he could remember, he knew that this was far more complicated than their petty fights. This wasn’t about proving oneself, this was about each other, this was about desire, wanting to be wanted, to be touched, to reach the apex of pleasure until there was nothing left but pure bliss. And so he nodded.
Even when the coolness of the knife, barely a centimeter away from his skin, made the fine hairs on his chest raise, Sooho trusted Banryu. Even as it dragged down the front of his gown, the offensive sound of clothes ripping in two filling the room, exposing him, Sooho didn’t once regret his decision. Strangely, he almost felt shy under Banryu’s gaze, lower lip between his teeth as he took in Sooho’s toned body, temptation clear on his face but not knowing what was allowed and what wasn’t.
“You may touch me, if you’d prefer that over staring.” Sooho said, his characteristically smug look spreading across his face.
“Ah, how I’d missed your presumptuous air.” Banryu replied, playfulness underlying his words, accented by the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Do you wish for me to indulge you?” Banryu continued, clarifying his implication by ghosting the tip of his dagger down Sooho’s chest, teasing, hardly enough to leave a mark.
The cold metal jolted Sooho’s nerves awake, lungs filling as he took a harsh breath, setting his entire body on edge. It wasn’t painful, despite his reaction, but the tip threatening to break his skin was more than enough to cause his whole body to tense, to make his heart race with adrenaline. When it ghosted over his nipple, it was so much for such a sensitive area, his cock twitched, his face flushed red, and his forehead creased as he furrowed his eyebrows.
Surely, Banryu was determined to torment him, Sooho thought, as he kept circling his nipple with the knife, pulling out groans from his chest despite his best efforts. He was half tempted to order him to stop, but his stomach was churning in pleasure, could feel precome forming on the tip of his cock, and god, he was a wreck. It was dizzying, mind clouding with arousal once again, but not enough to push him over, he needed more, he needed... “Banryu, please…”
“Please what?” Banryu mused, refusing to drag his eyes away from Sooho’s skin, entranced by the goosebumps slowly spreading across his body.
Sooho huffed, the hot air blowing his long hair out of his face. “You already know what.” The frigid blade slowly traveled lower, lower, making him gasp on reflex, until it was playing with the coarse hair underneath his navel. It was so close to where he yearned to be touched, the knot in the pit of his stomach nearly unbearable, making him ache to wrap his hand around his length, to rub himself against Banryu’s thigh and finish himself off, but he gritted his teeth and held back. His desperation was only overpowered by his desire to drive Banryu into taking responsibility.
Banryu lifted his head, meeting Sooho’s eyes, seeing the lust surrounding them, and finally took pity. He ran a hand up Sooho’s thigh, guided by his own need for release, stopping once he could grasp onto Sooho’s ass, drawing another noise out of the other man. “On your hands and knees, then.”
The way Sooho’s eyes widened would be comical if not for the situation they were in, the faintest hint of defiance flickering in them. But they both knew who was calling the shots long before they reached this point, and curiosity rose above stubbornness, and he relinquished. Almost sheepishly, Sooho climbed off Banryu’s lap, biting off a groan as the action dragged his cock against his thigh, stifling his hardness, still trapped inside his clothes.
Sooho’s face flushed darker once he was in the position Banryu had described, he felt compliant, exposed, a feeling completely unfamiliar to him, but so arousing, whole body heating in anticipation. So hot, that Banryu’s hand felt ice cold as it cupped his torso, making him nearly jump out of his skin. And even more so, when the other hand began pulling his garments down to his knees, grateful for the removal of the smothering confines around his cock, but revealing all of him to the open air.
In actuality, Banryu was far from a virgin, and had seen Sooho naked plenty of times after their showers, but this was something entirely different. Before, he had never touched, never allowed himself to indulge in any thoughts further than their frequent arguments, what he could blame Sooho for next, or what he might be blamed for by the other. Today he had thought impulsively for the first time in his life, and they had already done more than Banryu ever imagined. Now, he had Sooho under his skin, hard, needy, wanting to be filled and fucked and satisfied. And this sight, of Sooho so willing, so ready and waiting, made his movements sloppy as he reached for the stray container of oil, too eager, nearly dropping it on the floor. But there was no time for mistakes either, and he knew how this worked, had tried it on himself many nights ago when he had his own room and his own thoughts to keep him company instead of the snoring of four other men. He spread the oil onto his fingers until they were slick, and placed a comforting hand on the small of Sooho’s back, and slid them into Sooho, causing his knees to buckle, an almost pained moan barely making it past his teeth biting onto his lip.
“Try to relax” Banryu said, with a comforting rub of his hand to Sooho’s back, not knowing if this was something he had ever experienced before, but wanting it to be pleasurable either way. And he couldn’t help it, couldn’t resist his thoughts as to what this tightness would feel like around his length, thrusting in and out of it, as Sooho’s warmth enveloped his fingers. Little did he know that Sooho was imagining the same, envisioning something bigger stretching him open, how much better it would feel than fingers. Whether or not he’d be able to handle it with how good Banryu was already making him feel, pulling out moans and bitten back whimpers, more, more. He added another finger, forcing Sooho to nearly shout in harsh pleasure, heightened by the slightly larger stretch. “Banryu, I’m ready, please, just…” Sooho managed before cutting himself off with a groan, fingers tingling and arms shaking with need.
“Are you sure?” Banryu replied, still sliding his fingers at the same pace, careful not to hurt him. Then he did something, curled his fingers, hit just the right spot that made Sooho cry out in white-hot ecstacy, elbows giving out and making him struggle to keep his head up.
“Fuck, yes, dammit, do something .” He said through gritted teeth, iron on his tongue, digging his nails into the wooden floor. Banryu’s chest swelled with pride again, only taking a moment to appreciate how desperate he had made Sooho before ridding himself of his own clothing, forgotten in a pile on the floor. Just a little more oil to slick his cock, groaning at finally feeling some relief as he pumped his hand up and down his shaft, but still maintained his control enough to stop and line himself up with Sooho’s entrance. Holding the base still as he slipped the head through that first ring of muscle, tongue darting out in concentration, nearly losing his self-restraint when Sooho moaned loud, drawn out, clearly not thinking about anyone else possibly hearing them. Slowly, slowly sliding into him, growing hotter with each tortuous inch, unintentionally gripping Sooho’s hips so tightly they would bruise, not knowing he would soon awaken Sooho’s affinity for being covered in marks by his lovers.
And finally, bottoming out.
Both men let themselves breathe, aware that the hardest part was over and savoring each moment of them becoming one, revelling in the feeling. Banryu’s cock was nearly throbbing with need inside of Sooho, swearing he could feel their pulses match each others. Until Sooho, as impatient as always, started moving his hips back and forth, a silent way of telling Banryu to move already, stop playing with him.
Well, if that’s how he wanted it.
Banryu drew back until just the head of his cock was sheathed inside him, before thrusting back in, the sound of their skin hitting together filling the room along with Sooho’s shout. Not wasting another second, he pulled back again, only to slam in just the same, this time drawing a whine out of Sooho. He built up a rhythm, just like that, brutal and unforgiving, spurred on by Sooho’s noises, determined to hear all of them, loud and uncontrollable.
Each stroke of Banryu’s cock against his prostate made the warmth burning in the pit of Sooho’s stomach grow hotter and hotter, fogged his vision, made him lose control of his own reactions, his own voice. “Oh, god…” He groaned, elbows finally giving out and taking him down, down, until his forehead rested on his arms, slick with sweat. The new angle made his back arch in the most beautiful way, his perfect skin shining and inviting Banryu’s touch, unable to resist. He let his hands wander, feeling him all over, tips of his fingers tracing old scars, each one holding a story he longed to hear, or perhaps was present for. The movement drew a content hum from Sooho, completely lost in his own pleasure, and gave Banryu yet another delicious idea. He searched for the blade once again, gripping it in his warm hand and bringing it up to his face, watching it gleam in the light.
“Sooho,” Banryu started before cutting himself off with his own heavy breathing, just long enough to hear Sooho make a sound of questioning, “don’t move.”
He was prepared to ask why, for some kind of explanation, but all that came out was a moan as the tip of the knife pressed onto the top of his spine, under his neck. Again, it was not enough to cut his skin or cause any lasting damage, but it was just enough to make his insides shiver, the metal a stark contrast to his heated body. He couldn’t even bite his lip to try and hold his groans back, just let his mouth hang open and whatever happened to come out, came out. The combination of being teased and fucked at the same time made his body tremble with each desperate moan, dragging down his spine so slowly and yet making him grow hotter with each inch it traveled.
Banryu dragged the knife down lower and lower, and Sooho really couldn’t take it anymore, could sense his impending orgasm building, scorching hot in his stomach. He moaned louder, nearly whining, feeling his insides twist and knot and tie together until finally, finally unraveling.
The warmth that had been pooling in his stomach encompassed his entire body, made his limbs shake as he came onto the floor, almost sobbing out as he saw white behind his tightly closed eyes. He breathed harshly, hitting the floor and bringing the air right back up to his heated face, but he was far too worn out to even think about lifting his head. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to collect his thoughts, tried to make him make sense again, only halfway aware of Banryu still inside him, no longer moving.
“If you - ” Sooho choked out, clearing his tired and abused throat, “If you don’t start moving again, I don’t know what I’ll do with you.”
That seemed to catch Banryu off guard, made him blink as he searched for words. “But - ”
“I want you to fill me.” Sooho balled his hands into fists and lifted himself up ever so slightly, too worn out to do much more than that. “Don’t question me and just do as I say for once.”
Without warning, Banryu’s hand was fisted in Sooho’s hair again, pulling him up, up, until his back was flush against his chest, pounding into him at that same relentless pace. Sooho keened, nerves alight with oversensitivity, but he loved it, he thrived off this torture, this pleasurable pain. Banryu tilted his head to the side, connecting his lips to Sooho’s already open mouth, grunting into it as he chased down his own release.
For the first time in his life, Banryu lost his self-control, hips thrusting off-rhythm, speeding up and becoming sloppy with desperation. He bit down on Sooho’s injured lip again and made him cry out, took the opportunity to fuck his tongue in deeper, taste the inside of his mouth, free hand holding Sooho’s hips still so he could fuck him, and fuck him, and.
The only time their lips disconnected was when Banryu came inside Sooho, groaning as he coated his walls, still breathing into his open mouth, sharing air. He kept shallowly thrusting through his orgasm, eyes hooded as he was overcome with satisfaction, jutting his tongue out to trace Sooho’s bottom lip and tasting blood again.
They stayed like that, Banryu inside Sooho, shivering as he felt cum dripping down his inner thighs, connecting their mouths in any way they could with their constant need for more air. Somewhere in the middle, Banryu pulled out, Sooho humming into his mouth, whether from disappointment at the loss or contentment, neither were sure. They couldn’t dare disconnect their lips for even a second, convinced if one of them broke this kiss now they couldn’t survive, so Sooho turned around until they were chest to chest, wrapped his arms around Banryu’s shoulders while the other grabbed his torso.
Their noses bumped together as they kept moving their lips in harmony, slowly breaking into smiles, more aware of the grin placed on their partners face than their own. Only once their teeth clicked together did they pull back, allowing themselves to look at each other in a new light.
And after all that, somehow, they saw the same Banryu, the same Sooho as always, smiling back at them.