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Kissing Jungwon never gets old. Jungwon’s lips are plump and sweet, like peaches from a tree, the sweetest, pinkest fruit.
Slow and tender, his head fills with helium when he has Jungwon on his lap, cupping his cheeks and licking into his mouth, softly dousing the growing fire in the pits of Jay’s belly. He would receive each and every one of Jungwon’s whimpering sounds in his mouth gratefully.
Rough and intense has his instincts roaring within the bounds of his skull, clamoring and yelling at him to claim, to take a step further, to hold him down and fuck him hard. It’s when Jungwon bites down on his tongue and they swap the emerging blood messily between their mouths, mixing filthily with spit with their cocks grinding together.
Their arrangement has been going on for a considerable amount of time. Jay knows what he likes, Jungwon knows what he likes—why not indulge in themselves and each other while burning through stress?
Today, it is slow and tender. Soft lips and lingering touches and languid movements. They’re in Jay and Jake’s room, but as per usual, Jake has migrated to Heeseung’s room.
“Feels like we haven’t done this in years.” Jay whispers against Jungwon’s lips.
Jungwon hums in agreement. “You always say you’re too tired or you aren’t in the mood.” He says petulantly, “Then when you are game for it, the company has to be a pain in my ass.” He murmurs, nosing downwards to the heart-shaped birthmark on Jay’s neck, nipping at it and worrying the skin of his neck.
Jay pouts and squeezes Jungwon’s ass. “Lucky company, then. I’m envious.”
Jungwon rolls his eyes and softly hits Jay’s shoulder. “Shut up.” He whispers. Jay goes in for another kiss and Jungwon lets him, instantly opening his mouth and threading his fingers in Jay’s hair.
They roll their hips together. Kisses this unhurried and slow-paced had the best build-ups. He can smell Jungwon’s blatant arousal, sweet and dangerous, and Jay feels his cock start to throb from Jungwon’s tiny noises.
The heat is gone. “Oh. That reminds me—I have to go.” Jungwon says, pushing himself off Jay’s lap and standing up. He stretches like a cat as Jay frowns from the sudden emptiness.
He tries to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “What? Where are you going?” Jay asks, and when a whine bleeds into his tone like a kicked puppy, he hopes it’ll be enough to sway Jungwon.
Jungwon simply smiles. “I have stuff to do. You know, leader duties and whatnot.” He says, fixing his shirt and putting his socks back on.
“Jesus Christ.” Jay moans, flopping down on the bed like a dead whale. His arousal recedes, slipping from his grasp like sand falling through fingers, and Jay has half a mind to try and convince Jungwon to stay. “Do you have to go? We were just getting started, Won-ah.”
It doesn’t help that Jungwon’s candy-sweet smell still pervades the air, his arousal nearly as potent as Jay’s. Jungwon laughs and bounds over to Jay, landing a quick peck on his cheek. He brushes against Jay’s hard-on and Jay clutches his wrist, staring at him pleadingly. Jungwon smirks. “You can jerk off on your own, can’t you?”
Jay groans. “I want your hand around my cock, though. My hand is sad and lame.” He says, but he knows better than to expect Jungwon to listen to him. He was hard-headed and work-focused, and although Jay normally found that attractive, it was more of torture for him right when his orgasm was so close.
“Well you’ll have to wait. Have a sad and lame jerk-off session or don’t come at all.” Jungwon says decidedly. “Think of it as payback.”
Wet.
His first thought at nearly seven in the morning is wet. His second thought is the warmth permeating below the blanket, then the bobbing figure underneath the sheets.
Instinctively, his head whips to the side of the room—Jake was nowhere to be seen. Jay lifts the blanket and the wind is knocked out of his lungs at the sight before him. Jungwon with wide-blown eyes, ruby red lips around the girth of his cock, pale fist around the base of his cock.
Jungwon hums, pulling a groan out of the column of Jay’s throat. Mornings made him much more adverse to growling, and when Jungwon hollows his cheeks and sinks lower, that’s exactly what Jay does.
“Fuck,” Jay grits, voice deep and gravelly, “Yeah, baby, just like that—God, your fucking mouth is something else.”
For a vampire, Jungwon’s throat was hot. It felt like a furnace around Jay, and watching him struggle to take his fat cock down his narrow throat was a heavenly experience.
“You want me to fuck your mouth? It looks like you’re asking for it.” Jay says. Jungwon shakes his head and splays both hands across Jay’s thighs, one on each as if to anchor him down.
Jay plays with Jungwon’s silk-soft hair. “No? You wanna suck me off like a good slut?” His words turn breathy, senses blurred with Jungwon and only Jungwon. Sometimes he suspects Jungwon is part-incubus. Vampires and incubi were generally in the same family tree, anyway, and Jungwon could catch him in a trance ridiculously easy.
Jungwon doesn’t answer. He closes his eyes and bobs his head up and down, his lips obscenely shiny with the saliva. The sides of Jungwon’s fangs scrape against Jay’s cock and he shivers from its silent threat.
Every inch of him burns with need. Jungwon, Jungwon, Jungwon, his brain chants, his mouth, his eyes, his tongue, it continues, pretty, so pretty, so good.
The sigh Jay lets out is one of pure, utter bliss. Fucking perfection. Jungwon knew how to suck him off the way he wanted him to. He took Jay into his mouth like he was some sort of god, someone to worship and venerate, and if having a pretty boy sucking him off wasn’t enough to set off the sparks of his ego, the way Jungwon works his mouth around his cock surely is.
“Get up, hyung. It’s already seven in the morning, we have to be at the company by quarter to eight.” He says, and in Jay’s lust-hazed mind, the progression of events goes a little like this: there’s no longer heat around his cock, Jungwon is using his mouth to speak and not to suck him off, then he puts two and two together.
Jay’s eyes snap open. Jungwon sits on the bed, staring down at him like a pretty predator, and he shivers when cold air hits his cock. “What?” He asks, disoriented, and oh God, not again. When Jungwon had pulled this stunt a few days ago, he had no choice but to jerk himself off, and the orgasm he had didn’t even come close to what he could have had with Jungwon.
Jungwon blinks and smiles, eyes crinkling up at the corners. “Do you need me to repeat it?” He laughs. He ruffles his hair and smoothes it out, looking prim and pretty and proper, and Jay nearly screams from how badly he wants to fuck Jungwon right now.
His brain, which is still swamped in arousal, is a little slow. “No, I got it—It’s just… That’s all? You’re not going to finish me off?” Jay asks. His cock pulses and aches for Jungwon’s mouth but he ignores it. Rubbing his temples, Jay inquires, “Is this you getting back at me for not touching you?”
Jungwon rolls his eyes. “There’s a time and place for everything, Jay.” He says, and Jay wants to comment on the lack of honorifics, but there are more pressing matters at hand now. “We ran out of time. Hurry, I think Sunoo hyung is nearly done with the shower. I have to give him and Sunghoon hyung their packs.”
“I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me.” Jay admits. Jungwon loved pushing Jay’s buttons even if it left him on the verge of passing out with a face full of tears by the end of it, but Jay can’t tell if this is purposeful or not—when he played with him like this, he never even got to leave the bed before Jay was pulling him back in.
Jungwon glances at him, and somehow, Jay expects him to come crawling back in any second. “Why would I be joking?” He asks, tilting his head, before shaking it as he finds the doorknob. “I still have to haul Riki out of bed. He sleeps like a damn log, I swear, he…”
So that’s that, then. Jungwon’s words are often final, and stupidly, Jay waited an extra five minutes to see if Jungwon was coming back. After that he heaves a labored, utterly pained sigh as he gets up, ignoring his hard-on as he gets ready. Heat prickles at the back of his neck and he suppresses a growl, and even as he tries his hardest to wave away any sexual frustration, it carries through their schedule.
They’re at dance practice now. It’s the second time Jungwon left him high and dry, and as stupid as it sounds, he’s in a shitty mood. He isn’t exerting as much power as he liked and his footwork is all wrong. His temper burns and boils up steadily, sparks of irritation growing with every misstep and error.
The sounds of Jungwon laughing only serve to vex him more. Jungwon was completely unbothered, tittering with Sunoo and teasing Sunghoon, playing around with Riki and hanging all over Jake. He didn’t even look in Jay’s direction, and when he did, it was to throw a snarky comment his way, or to tease him in front of everyone.
He wants to do many things, like storm out of practice to clear his head, or hole himself into a cubicle and jerk himself off, or to take a nap to ignore the sexual frustration completely, but at the very top of that list is to take Jungwon in front of everyone and make him cry.
He can’t do that, obviously, so he silently simmers in some far-off spot in the practice room, rehearsing and memorizing on his own. Riki glances at him worriedly and Jake clearly wants to approach him, but after a silent command from Heeseung, they refrain from disturbing him and his eggshell-delicate mood.
But Jungwon’s really asking for it when he calls out to Jay from across the room.
“Jay,” Jungwon starts. His fanged smile distracts Jay for a split second, “Is something wrong?”
He meets Jungwon’s eyes and lets the silence stretch for a moment longer.
“No. I’m fine, I just—” Jay grits his jaw and his sharp eyes flit over the rest of the members who look at him expectantly. Sunghoon’s gaze is confused while Heeseung nods imperceptibly, “I didn’t get enough sleep.”
“Don’t lie,” Jungwon chimes, eyes bright with mirth. Sunoo glances between Jay and Jungwon warily, but Jungwon cheers, “Leader’s orders.”
Leader’s orders. What a fucking joke. The air swelters with something that isn’t quite aggression, but the tension makes it hard to breathe. Against his instincts, he backs down, once again caught up in Jungwon’s spiderweb of sly tones and traps casted by his words.
(Its gossamer strands make it hard for him to think, attention fully conquered by the brightness of Jungwon’s eyes—it’s almost enough to make him forget he’s pissed.)
He swallows down the words that threaten to erupt from his throat. “I’m fine. Just keep practicing.” Jay grunts, looking away.
“If you say so. Can we play the music from the top, please?” Jungwon calls out to a waiting staff member, and when Jay meets Jungwon’s eyes, the boy winks.
Pretty soon, they’re back to their push-and-pull routine. Jungwon hadn’t personally made it up to Jay that day, but after finishing himself off in the shower to the thought of Jungwon on his knees, Jay’s irritation had more or less been placated.
He’s sure he’s found the root of the problem—weeks have gone by without Jay kicking Jake out of their room, or Jungwon promising Sunghoon they’d be finished with the room in under an hour. No more Heeseung banging on the bathroom door, demanding they get out before he comes in.
Think of it as payback, Jungwon had said, and Jay is reminded of the past weeks wherein he’d wave Jungwon’s advances off and settle him down with a kiss, or respond with a funny cat video to any salacious texts sent his way.
He thought teasing Jungwon was fun especially because, more often than not, he was spoiled by his hyungs, and he got what he wanted when he wanted. Being cute and pretty meant he could pull that cheeky but I’m your leader spiel repeatedly without any consequences. Sunghoon and Jake fell victim to it every two days. As for him, well—more often than he liked to admit.
Seeing Jungwon try his best not to lash out when Jay denied him something was impossibly amusing. He didn’t know it affected Jungwon this much, though. He’d be extra needy after Jay rejected him, yes, but the build-up was much more effusive than Jay expected. (He’s in Jungwon’s shoes now, and no, it definitely isn’t fun.)
The older boy sighs against Jungwon’s lips and tightens his grip around his slim body. “Are you being a brat for a reason, or just because?”
Jungwon hums. Jay can taste the fresh blood in Jungwon’s mouth, an empty blood pack tossed away somewhere by the foot of the couch. Jungwon being a spoiled brat meant that Jungwon wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.
Every time he tries to deepen the kiss, Jungwon pulls away slightly, a hand on his chest to keep him away. Jay follows time and time again as if he is tied to Jungwon, advancing upon his every move, tracking and trailing closeby.
Jungwon giggles and Jay breaks. Fuck. Groaning, he lets Jungwon scoot away before crossing his arms in what he thinks is beration, but is actually defeat. “Is this because I haven’t been touching you?”
For days, Jungwon has been avoiding Jay. A hand on his thigh was promptly brushed off, Jay could never pull Jungwon into his lap without the younger boy leaving in under a second, not even fucking backhugs were fine to Jungwon.
Jungwon would throw in the bait with a lascivious look, the meaning of which they were both well aware of, or a little brush of his hand against his crotch. Jay would always take the bait, of course, and once he did, Jungwon would pull away like he wasn’t there in the first place.
The younger boy raises his eyebrow as if he’s surprised Jay had caught on. “What do you think?” He says.
Jay groans. “Oh, come on. You can’t still be mad over that.” He says, scrubbing a hand over his face, and when he glances at Jungwon, the boy stares at him impassively.
“But you are.” Jay concludes, quickly backtracking. He nods and scratches the back of his head, conceding. “Okay, I see. Valid. I’m here now though.” Jay says, wiggling a brow, inching closer to Jungwon and closing the gap.
Jungwon scrunches his nose up and pushes him away. “No, you smell like a wet dog.” He huffs.
He seemed to love the chase more than Jay did, which, in truth, was all too possible nowadays. Jay is learning to hate light touches and teasing smiles, and Jungwon is learning to slip away faster than Jay can reach out.
“Mm.” Jay hums. He smiles, charming and wide, eyes short of sardonic, “Does it make your undead heart beat ever faster?”
He paws at Jungwon’s body needily and Jungwon lets him. He grasps Jungwon’s waist and holds his thighs, letting his hands migrate North and South. Jungwon rolls his eyes. “Ha. As if, Jay. Keep dreaming.”
He slaps Jungwon’s thigh lightly. “It’s hyung to you, brat.” Jay huffs.
A smile tugs at Jungwon’s lips. “How about Alpha?” He says, and when the word slips out of Jungwon’s mouth, Jay’s muscles whir and his mind races, immediately tipping forward.
Jay decides to shut him up after that. He reaches out to hold Jungwon by his nape, letting the fire within him burn brighter the closer he gets to the vampire. Jungwon licks into his mouth, just as eager, reaching out to sling an arm around the back of Jay’s neck.
Jay has to get him past the brink of resistance, when he’s so pliant he’s no longer willing—or able—to move. To melt his limbs into the tender material of the couch and turn him dumb, empty-brained and singly focused on Jay. Jungwon enjoys playing around too much and Jay’s patience is rapidly thinning, hindering him from going along with Jungwon’s teasing without feeling a spark of frustration.
He shifts forward and brings Jungwon with him. He pulls away and lets a hand rest on Jungwon’s waist. The younger boy lies flat on his back, hair fanned out prettily as his eyes twinkle up at Jay.
“You look so pretty under me,” Jay says, a growl slipping into his voice. Fucking finally, here he is, under him the way he should be. He’s been slipping away from him and Jay was never fast enough to tighten his grip around Jungwon before he disappeared. “You belong here.”
Jungwon tilts his head and smiles. “I do, huh?”
“Most definitely.” Jay murmurs, sharp eyes stuck on the pink shine of Jungwon’s lips. Before he knows it his hands are prying Jungwon’s soft thighs apart as he situates himself between them.
He kisses Jungwon like a man starved, and Jungwon, for all his resistance in the beginning, kisses back just as fervently. The longer his touch persisted, the more obsessed his fingertips were with the feeling of Jungwon's soft skin, like laying his hands on a long-awaited prize.
It is tantalizing but unsatisfactory. Jay wants more.
“Jungwon!”
They jolt. Jungwon’s head pops up like a meerkat and they glance at each other as they wait. Jay shifts, already moving to pull Jungwon closer to him, but Sunoo calls Jungwon’s name again, only louder this time.
Jay hums and wraps his hands around Jungwon’s waist, greedily running his hands over Jungwon’s body. “Ignore him,” he mutters, his lips already searching for Jungwon’s. He smelled so good.
“I can’t do that,” Jungwon whines, hands fisting Jay's shirt and feebly pushing him away. Jay’s grip tightens and Jungwon feels a wild swarm of butterflies fly around in his tummy. “What if it’s important?”
He shakes his head. Sunoo had the tendency to seek out Jungwon for perfectly mundane things. “I highly doubt it is. If it was, he would've been knocking already.”
“And I should be a good leader and go to him.” Jungwon says. His nonchalance doesn’t fool Jay, though—he’s pulling away just so Jay can yank him back and tighten his grip around him, physically and figuratively. There’s an inflection in his voice that lets Jay know that he’s enjoying it.
Jay growls. Not a threat, but may very well be if Jungwon keeps this up. “You wanna be a good leader? Stay here and be good for me.” He says. His hand trails downward, outlining the curves and the contours in Jungwon’s slim body. He watches with satisfaction as Jungown’s eyes flutter. “Don’t you want to be good for Alpha?”
Even when the scent of Jungwon’s own arousal shoots through the tension-filled atmosphere, he hums and slips away. “I’ll pass.” He says, detached and blasé, and Jay feels a snarl build up in his throat.
His fingers are itching to have Jungwon’s body back with him. “Jungwon, come back. I want you here.” Jay demands. The need to have Jungwon within his reach is nearly caustic in its intensity. It digs its way out from his basest instincts, but somehow, he manages to stay put.
You’re going to let him walk away again?
He swallows and shakes his head, but nonetheless, his eyes zero in on Jungwon’s retreating figure. Jungwon hums and continues walking to the doorway. “Uhuh.” He says passively.
“Jungwon-ah. Do you hear me?” He repeats, and between the lines, it’s him daring Jungwon to disobey. Clearly, Jungwon accepts the challenge. Despite his hardened voice and the bitter smell of Jay’s anger in the room, Jungwon isn't fazed.
The boy peeks over his shoulder for a bit, gracing Jay with a pretty smile and twinkling, plotting eyes. “Loud and clear, Jay.”
“Oh, Jay,” Jake calls to him. He’s burrowed under the sheets and he is only visible from the nose up. “Are you going to use the bathroom?” He asks, slightly muffled.
He shakes his head. “I’m heading out to the living room. Why?”
Jake pouts (well, he assumes he pouts, because Jake loved to pout at the slightest inconveniences) and lets his covered foot nudge at the pile of clothes on his bed. “I want to shower, but Jungwon’s taking a while. Again.”
He should pity Jake, really, but it strikes him. Opportunity.
Jay keeps any semblance of excitement, or interest, out of his voice. “Oh, yeah?” He asks mildly.
His roommate doesn’t notice. “Yeah. Could you kick him out for me?” He jokes lightly, and even as Jay returns it with a laugh, the gears in his mind are running and rapidly turning.
He leaves the room. Instead of heading to the living room, he stops short in the hallway. He can hear Riki teaching Sunghoon how to properly play FIFA, along with Sunoo’s cheers whenever Riki absolutely kicks Sunghoon’s ass.
Away from the noise, Jay presses his ear against the door and listens. Beyond the wooden surface is a voice, high, tinny, and wispy, and his body jolts in excitement. Jungwon is singing along to some acoustic song that Heeseung had recommended days ago.
He slowly twists the knob and finds it unlocked, and his instincts are telling him to go, so he does.
The door opens in one smooth half-revolution. His body springs to action the second he sees Jungwon, his instincts launching him forward with the intent to hunt, to capture, to devour. He pounces—his larger body looms over Jungwon, dark and glowering, and his sharp eyes pierce Jungwon’s through the mirror.
“Finally caught you,” Jay whispers into Jungwon’s ear. Jungwon’s back is pressed against Jay’s chest, both of his arms caging Jungwon’s hips in as his hands anchor themselves to the edge of the sink. He feels Jungwon arch into his hold ever so slightly. His body needs Jay as much as Jay’s needs his.
Jay breathes in Jungwon’s scent, nose buried into the junction of Jungwon’s neck. The younger boy shudders, staring at Jay through the mirror, and Jay returns the stare with a tenfold intensity. “God, I’ve been waiting to get my hands only you,” he murmurs, his hands moving to grip Jungwon’s hips. He yanks him backwards and presses his front against Jungwon’s ass.
“Have you?” Jungwon moans out softly. He tilts his head to give Jay better access. He smells so good, so, so good, like prey ready to be devoured, like a willing and waiting fucktoy.
“You know damn well I have,” Jay scoffs, planting kisses down Jungwon’s neck. His cock has hardened and he thrusts his hips against Jungwon’s, “What’s with all the teasing, hm? You know hyung doesn’t like it when you do that.”
A bite bleeds into Jay’s words and Jungwon shivers. The older man has his hips in his grasp, maneuvering Jungwon however he wants—he rocks forward and pulls Jungwon against him, groaning and cursing with the friction. “I wasn’t teasing,” Jungwon makes himself say, “It’s just—ah, circumstances didn’t let us finish, that’s all.”
“I need you.” Jay growls. Jungwon barely flinches at the timber, only blinking passively at him. “I’ve been needing you for weeks.”
Jungwon tilts his head, peering at him. “How bad?” He asks. It’s a simple question but they both know what Jungwon means by it.
He pulls him away from the bathroom counter. Jay slams Jungwon against the door and raises his thigh, rubbing his knee against Jungwon’s hard cock, and he observes as Jungwon crumbles. “Really fucking bad, Jungwon-ah. Been fucking my fist every night to the thought of you.”
Jungwon’s eyes crinkle up and he fights a moan. “Aw. You’re always thinking of me, huh?”
Jay grabs Jungwon’s hips, slamming them down to meet his thigh. He watches the way Jungwon arches his back, hears the tiny hitch in Jungwon’s breath, smells arousal in the air, and feels Jungwon grind down against his thigh. “Missed you.” He grumbles quickly, then captures Jungwon’s lips in a searing kiss once more.
“I can see that,” Jungwon giggles, pretty eyes twinkling, and Jay rolls his eyes. “You’re so desperate, hyung. I thought wolves had better self-control.”
Days of tortious waiting were truly worth the pretty vision Jungwon made before him. Jay tsks. “Bullshit rumor.”
Jungwon pushes Jay off, then they switch positions. His cock twitches in excitement. Their kiss doesn’t break and Jay licks Jungwon’s fangs, uncaring if they knick the tip of his tongue and make him bleed. Jay grips Jungwon’s slim waist in both hands and drowns himself in Jungwon’s sweet scent.
His mind floods with vivid possibilities. He could grab Jungwon and bend him over the counter, pull on his hair and force the boy to stare at himself in the mirror as Jay takes him like a bitch. He could fuck him in the shower and watch Jungwon struggle to balance, he could hike Jungwon’s leg up and take him like that instead.
He’d push Jungwon’s body against the cold, hard wood of the door, press his cheek against it and slam into him so hard the door rattles, letting everyone know what they’re doing. Jay would bite down on the junction of Jungwon’s neck and make him bleed; he’d watch the lovely red run down his back.
One second, he has Jungwon’s lips on his, then he feels like he’s falling. Gravity betrays him and his stomach swoops down low with the motion. The door swings open completely and Jungwon pushes Jay out, smiling on the other end of the threshold. “See you later, hyung,” he beams.
His field of vision: Jungwon’s pretty smile, and then the white-painted door.
Fucking hell.
“Oh.”
They stare at the table they’ve been offered. The waitress is beaming and, noticeably nervous, waiting for them to sit down and order. They exchange glances.
“Someone’s going to have to share a seat,” Riki surmises, “Not me though.” Lightning-quick, Riki rounds the table and claims one of the end seats for himself. Heeseung rolls his eyes. Scolding gently, he says, “Riki.”
Riki pouts and crosses his arms. He wiggles around in his seat to nestle into it further, “What?
“Let him do it,” Sunghoon says, waving a hand out. Sunoo and Heeseung protest while Jake defends Riki, and Jay bounds over to the other end seat across from Riki.
Sunoo whines. “That’s unfair!”
“That’s unfair!” Sunghoon mocks, “I can just share with Jake, seriously. Look at how happy Riki is in his seat.”
“I am very happy.” Riki says, cheekily sprawled out on his seat with a menu in his hand. He’s already placed the napkin on his lap.
Jungwon clears his throat. For a second, Jay had forgotten he was there. He inserts himself between Sunghoon and Heeseung, “Oh no, that’s no problem.” Jungwon beams, a hand on Heeseung’s bicep as he smiles up at Sunghoon. “I’ll just stay on Jay hyung.”
Heeseung frowns. “Are you sure? Because Riki is the youngest, he should compromise.” He says. Sunoo has already settled in beside Riki and is currently fighting him for some additional space.
Riki flaps his hands indignantly. “Hey!”
“I’m positive.” He says. Meaningfully, Jungwon’s eyes trail over to meet Jay’s. The corners of his lips lift up into a Chesire cat smile, and that’s all he really gets until Jungwon perches himself right on top of Jay’s lap. He leans back against Jay’s chest and whispers, “I hope you don’t mind, hyung.”
Jay gulps, shaking his head. Fuck. It’ll be hard to control himself like this. His hands are already yearning to place themselves on Jungwon’s hips, to wrap his arms around Jungwon’s waist or to bury his face into Jungwon’s neck to smell him properly. “Not at all.”
He tries, with great effort, to ignore how his cock is perfectly nestled beneath Jungwon’s ass. On one side of the table are Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Riki, and on the other, Heeseung, Jake, and Jay. And, of course, Jungwon on top of him.
He prays to God that Jungwon will leave him alone just this once which, in truth, is rather ironic, considering he’s been trying to get Jungwon back in his hold for the past few weeks. Jungwon has other plans though. He tilts his head so his nose pokes right at Jay’s neck (he suppresses a shiver when he realizes Jungwon’s breath brushes against his carotid artery) and he sniffs Jay.
“Mm,” Jungwon sighs, “You smell good today, hyung. Did you buy new perfume?” He asks. His voice is a little lower than normal, and Jay tries his best not to panic when Jungwon’s hand drops down to stroke at the side of his right thigh.
Jay clears his throat and shifts, moving Jungwon along with him. He’s able to create some distance between them and take Jungwon’s frisky hand away. “Um, yeah. Just trying something new from a fan. Can we order now?”
“Okay,” Heeseung claps, diverting the attention of the table away from Jay and Jungwon. Too fucking obvious, Jungwon’s hum says, and his inner monologue tells him that yeah, that was too obvious. “What are we ordering first? Sunoo, yukgaejang?”
Jay looks around the restaurant warily, but there aren’t a lot of people inside, luckily. He spots their van outside and the tables are sparsely occupied by middle-aged couples, some with children, some in groups. He grits his teeth.
Jungwon’s body heat against him is maddening. He finally has Jungwon in his arms but he can’t do anything, especially not in front of their members and in public. He smells heavenly. Clean, powdery, sweet, all with the light underlying smell of metal from all the blood he drinks.
Arousal was dangerously easy to smell. During schedules, they were given scent patches and supplements to avoid scandal-causing situations, but Jay had obviously not been expecting to be horny during a group dinner.
Jungwon shifts ever so slightly and Jay has to literally bite back a groan. It’s humiliating for his senses to be tuned this finely, so much that his responses are as desperate as that of a teenager discovering masturbation.
And fuck, if the air starts to permeate with Jay’s arousal, then he’s dead. But Jungwon’s hips do wonders, and between Jungwon’s soft trousers and Jay’s slacks, he can feel Jungwon’s pert ass. Everything about Jungwon is so soft, that’s what makes him so fuckable—his fingers sink into Jungwon’s flesh and tangle themselves in Jungwon’s silky soft hair, and—
“—ay. Jay.”
“What?” Jay grunts. Jungwons stops moving his hips, nonchalantly flipping through the menu. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow at him and Riki shakes his head. His head is murky and he’s been dwelling on his thoughts for too long.
Heeseung snorts. “We said, what do you want to order?” He says, passing a menu over to Jay. Sluggishly, as if out of a trance, he reaches out to receive it, but he doesn’t open it or make a show of flipping through it.
“Um.” Jay only notices he’s been salivating when he swallows his spit. He blinks blearily and he’s aware that he’s acting off, but he tries to make up for it, “Anything. I need protein. I’ve been craving the past few days for some real meat. So whatever constitutes that, I’m not picky.”
Jungwon laughs boisterously, turning around to pat Jay on the head. Then the pressure is back, the delicious friction threatening to get him hard. (If Jay were a slightly worse person, he’d sink his teeth into Jungwon’s neck and get him limp and pathetic. To place him into the role of prey, to make him shake in fear.) “You have to be specific, hyung. What have you been craving for?”
The glint in his eyes, the guileful smile, the conniving inflection in his words. Jay has never wanted to fuck respect into Jungwon more than he does now.
He takes too long to order because Jungwon cuts in and waves at the waiter instead. “I’ll order for him. He’ll have Bulgogi—strip loin, please, if you have it—and put in two orders for that, then a Diet Coke.” Jungwon says as he sneaks his hand down, rubbing circles into Jay’s thigh and shifting closer to his crotch.
Heat prickles at the corners of his temple and his jaw begins to grind in irritation. Jay grabs the hand on his thigh and nearly crushes Jungwon’s wrist with his iron-clad grip, pulling it away from him. They couldn’t risk something like this and Jungwon knew that. He plants his hands firmly on Jungwon’s hips, pulling him down and immobilizing him as a silent command to stop moving.
“Sunghoon hyung, it’s your turn to order.” Jungwon chirps. The mask Jungwon put on for everybody was too fucking good. He almost wanted Jungwon to be as affected and obvious as he was, but that’d give what they were doing away.
Sunghoon inquires about the selection of blood, and when the waiter mentions they only have one AB- bag left, he and Sunoo end up arguing over the last bag. Jake settles it by flipping a coin.
“Hmm,” Jungwon tilts his head. Despite the layer of clothing, Jay’s thumbs find the dimples in his lower back, his hands keeping Jungwon motionless. He shifts and grinds down imperceptibly, “I think I’ll get… A-? What do you think, Jay hyung?”
“It doesn’t matter to me.” Jay gruffly answers. Like always, Jungwon is barely fazed by Jay’s behavior, only smiling prettily to the waitress with a confirmation of his choice.
His mind only darkens and dampens and spirals down to the pool of instincts that usually lays dormant. Fuck him. Make him bleed and cry. Have him beg for you to stop. It’s what he deserves for being a brat and you know it. Do it, do it, do it—
Jay’s hand shoots out to grab his glass. He gulps the cold shock of water down desperately—heat is beginning to cling to the back of his neck and the voice in his mind is begging him to slam his cock into Jungwon’s little hole, bystanders and members be damned.
Sunoo begins his story of how he found the restaurant in the first place. Apparently it is owned by the uncle of his old middle school friend (or something like that, Jay can’t really listen properly when Jungwon insists on wiggling his ass against his crotch) and was built on the day his friend entered kindergarten.
By that point the chatter has picked up already and it flows through the table easily. Jay doesn’t partake in it much, mainly focused on tricking his body into not getting aroused. God, fuck. Jungwon was really going to get it.
Jake suggests that they sign a menu or two before they leave to help with exposure, and somehow it ends in a squabble between Sunghoon and Heeseung on who has the prettier signature.
“Jay hyung makes such a good seat,” Jungwon sighs loudly, leaning back against Jay’s chest, and the rest of the table laughs. “He’s so nice, just letting me use him like this.”
Sunghoon pouts. “Must be fun being the favorite.”
“Am I your favorite, hyung?” Jungwon asks, wiggling against Jay, and Jay really can’t do this. Not when there are waiters and waitresses walking around, when there are other customers in the restaurant, when there are security cameras, when the five gazes of his group mates land on him.
Jay only musters a tired laugh and shakes his head. “No favoritism here. I love you all equally.” He says without much conviction. Normally, he would take much more care in sounding convincing, but with Jungwon’s scent making him feel lightheaded, he’s not sure he can do much.
Riki gags and Sunoo rolls his eyes, muttering about him lying, while Sunghoon only shakes his head. The topic dissolves after that—Heeseung brings up styles and concepts he wants to try, so they all add to that instead.
“No favoritism?” Jungwon asks. Jay can hear the pout in his voice. Jay grits his jaw.
The boy holds his wrist and guides his hand to his right thigh. “Don’t lie, hyung,” he chimes. From here, Jungwon spreads his legs slightly, and he shifts just so that his oversized jacket covers Jay’s hand.
Jay pulls away with a low growl. “Stop it, Jungwon.” He warns, low enough for only Jungwon to hear. With a quick glance to the rest, he sees they’re all immersed in another conversation. Riki and Jake’s drinks and the appetizer Sunoo ordered already arrived.
“Hyung,” Riki says, pointing to the pajeon in the middle, “Do you want to eat? Give me your plate, I can cut you a piece.”
Jungwon shakes his head and grinds down against Jay (he feels his body begin to heat up in irritation). “I’m alright, I think I’ll wait for the main course to come instead.”
He tilts his head to look at Jay. “Jay hyung, do you want some?”
Jay is panting slightly, and at this point, he doesn’t trust himself to speak without sounding airy and breathless. Or they might notice the tension in his voice, and he didn’t want any of them to worry. So he pinches Jungwon’s thigh as he waves his hand. He shakes his head and Riki shrugs. He offers Sunghoon some pajeon instead.
The younger boy makes a noise, seemingly affronted, but he preens when he feels the increasing pressure between them once more. “Stop what? I’m only playing.” He says it like he’s not doing anything wrong. It’s times like these Jay is reminded that Jungwon, no matter how mature he is for his age, could still be a young, childish kid. “What’s wrong with that?”
He reaches out subtly to pull Jay’s hand back but he avoids it in time. It was irresponsible and dicey and dirty. Jay couldn’t risk anything. “Don’t.” He says tightly. The air around them goes still. One plans his next course of action while the other prepares for whatever he might pull.
But, like some sort of miracle, the waitress brings an extra chair from a now vacant, offering it to Jake so he can transfer. “Move one seat down,” Sunoo says. Everyone else scoots and Jungwon leaves his lap, but not completely. His hand rests on Jay’s knee, playing with the frayed threads of his ripped jeans.
His relief is short-lived as he hears Jungwon’s sweet little voice pipe up once again.
“Pay attention to me, hyung,” Jungwon hums, letting his cheek rest on top of Jay’s shoulder. It looks totally innocent save for his pretty fingers creeping into the holes of his jeans. His pale hand makes a beautiful contrast against Jay’s pale, tanned thigh, but the way he rubs Jay’s thigh drives him crazy.
He’s asking for it.
Nothing. Nothing enters or exits his mind aside from Jungwon. The thought of bending Jungwon over this table and fucking him until he screams ricochets within the bounds of his skull, but he also wants to push Jungwon down on his knees and make him stay there like a good boy. Turn him into a pliant little kitty whose only purpose was to stay by Jay’s feet.
“Jungwon. Not here.”
The little vampire only continues, his hand moving higher and higher, and when his hand brushes against Jay’s cock, he tenses up. “Jungwon.”
“What?” Jungwon asks brattily, “I’m not doing anything wrong.”
He wrenches Jungwon’s hand off of him with a growl. The sound rips through the calm ambience of the restaurant, and he barely notices how the tables around him have fallen silent. Jungwon is frozen in his place, eyes wide, and Jay wants to laugh. Jungwon didn’t expect him to snap.
Jay rarely threatens penalty for irreverence, but Jungwon’s carelessness, compounded with the multitude of frustration that has garnered up until this point, has pushed him past his rational mind.
In an instant, he’s standing, ignoring the shock and confusion on his members’ faces. Sunghoon’s mouth is slightly agape. “Jay, what—”
“You,” he snarls, voice deep and gravely, stormy beyond belief, “Come with me.”
He’s got tunnel vision and he grabs Jungwon’s wrist, yanking him up, and he walks off in adrenaline-fueled strides. He hears Heeseung calling out to him to come back, but Jay only tightens his hold around Jungwon’s wrist. It’s so thin, something inside him whispers, so easy to hold him down and fuck him.
Their driver is right outside. Without question, Jungwon enters the van, and Jay follows after, slamming the door closed. He directs their driver to drop them off at the dormitory and come back for the rest of members.
The car ride lapses in total silence, air ripe with tension and to the brim with possibility. Jay could do so many things. He could grab Jungwon by his hair and push him down to make him suck his cock, or fuck him across the seat without regards to the driver. But he can wait. He’s waited for so long, why not wait a little bit longer?
His fingers ghost over Jungwon’s neck. Sensitive, Jungwon reaches a hand up to remove Jay’s hand, but Jay grabs a fistful of Jungwon’s hair and tugs. Jungwon’s hand instantly falls with a quiet—nearly silent if not for his senses—gasp.
Jungwon stays still for the rest of the ride.
Given that tomorrow’s schedule was meagerly filled, the five of them will most likely take their time with dinner instead of rushing home to get desperately-needed sleep. (Jay wouldn’t be surprised if they stayed out a little later on purpose. They all know what’s going to be happening at the dorm, anyway.)
Luckily the restaurant Sunoo picked was not too far from their place. The car is a mix of wild scents that mingle and mix together, creating a heady perfume, and if they hadn’t arrived at the dorm already, he would have rolled a window down to let some fresh air in.
Jay leaves the car and Jungwon follows. By the sound of his footsteps, he’s not sure if he should scuttle close behind, or if he should keep the distance. Jay presses up on the elevator. His stare is hard, focused on the closed elevator doors, and he can hear Jungwon’s unsteady breaths somewhere beside him.
“Hyung.” Jungwon calls out softly, inching closer to him. “Um. The doorman is looking.” He can most probably smell Jay.
Jungwon remains unanswered. The elevator pings open and Jay steps in, and with vindictive satisfaction, he watches Jungwon scramble to enter as well. He presses their floor and they wait in silence. “Do you think—”
“Quiet. Give me the keys.”
The vampire makes a tiny sound and quickly rummages in his pocket for the key. Jay holds out his hand and Jay doesn’t miss how Jungwon purposely brushes his hand against his. The elevator doors part and he’s immediately at the entrance, unlocking the door and swinging it open.
Jay toes his shoes off and leaves the keys on the peg on the wall. He watches Jungwon struggle to take his shoes off, nervously fumbling with the shoelaces, and Jay growls at him to hurry up.
When Jungwon finishes, he wordlessly follows Jay into the bedroom. The silence was deafening.
Jungwon awkwardly stands in the middle of the room, fisting the bottom of his shirt and shifting on his feet. Jay leans against the door, arms crossed, eyes cemented on Jungwon’s lithe figure.
He speaks. “I know why you’re acting like this.”
“And I don’t think it makes sense for you to act this way when I’ve already apologized. Weeks ago, in fact.” Jay tries to keep the irritation out of his voice because he hates getting mad at Jungwon, he really does, but he can’t help it now. He can’t soften up the way he normally does when scolding Jungwon—if he does, Jungwon will never learn his lesson.
Jungwon’s head drops and he gives a little nod.
“Teasing me would’ve been fine. I didn’t like it, but as long as it was between us, then I wouldn’t have any problems.” Jay says, “But in public?”
Jay snarls, “Look at me.”
The little hairs at the back of Jungwon’s neck raise as his head whips up. His eyes are glassy, face red, and his mouth is scrunched up, almost like he’s trying not to cry. Jay is struck by arousal and his cock twitches—Jungwon is so pretty. “Seems pretty irresponsible for a leader.”
As he approaches, his voice progressively gets deeper. “What is it? Do you want it rough? Draw it out long enough I fuck you ‘til you cry?”
At having his actions laid out and exposed, Jungwon bristles like a cat. What a cute sight: Jungwon, on the verge of tears, turning indignant with embarrassment.
“It’s embarrassing to see how desperate you are. You’d really go that far just to get what you want?” Jay sighs. Jungwon’s expression darkens with anger and Jay can smell it, too. He’s pissing Jungwon off. “Why not just ask?”
Jungwon tilts his head. A soulless little sheen coats his irises, and his eyes are no longer bright from tears, but from mischief. “Where’s the fun in only asking?” He tilts his head, smiling prettily, and Jay feels a switch flip.
“On your knees.” He snaps.
The vampire doesn’t follow, only staring at Jay. “I think you look funny when you’re mad.” He says simply, and Jay’s arm shoots out on either side to shove him down. His kneecaps slam into the hardwood floor, cold and painfully solid, and pain shoots up and ignites like a firecracker.
“Ouch.” he deadpans. Fucking brat. Jay knows it hurts.
Jay unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, already hard and glistening. He holds the base in one hand and grasps Jungwon with the other. “Open.”
Jungwon puffs out his cheeks, doe eyes fluttering up at him as he shakes his head no. “What’s the magic word, hyung?”
A deep growl erupts from Jay’s throat. His instincts are going berserk the longer Jungwon doesn’t submit. It’s in his nature to make someone submit. “I’m not kidding. Open your mouth.”
“Have you ever heard of ‘please’? It’s just one word.”
“And all you need to do is to open your pretty little mouth so I can ruin it,” Jay snarls, grabbing Jungwon by his hair and yanking him forward. He ignores Jungwon’s yelp of protest. “But since you insist on being a fucking brat,” Jay grasps Jungwon’s jaw he nearly presses indents into the bone, “I have to do it myself.”
“I—”
Jay shoves his cock into the waiting mouth, body wracked with shivers when it slides all the way in with no problem. He tugs Jungwon forward like a toy, nose buried in the patch of hair, and although Jungwon whimpers and whines, Jay doesn’t relent.
He isn’t shy to start off fast. He slams in and pulls it back with animalistic speed, Jungwon’s whole body rocking with the force, and he feels saliva start to froth around his cock and Jungwon’s mouth.
Jungwon mewls around his cock. Jay yanks his head back and watches his eyes tear up—the grip Jay has in his scalp is deadly, and if he goes any faster, Jungwon has no doubt his throat will begin to swell up. “Pretty,” Jay rumbles, dark eyes gone darker, “Just for me.”
It’s astounding how quick and rough Jay insists on fucking Jungwon’s mouth when his fangs grazed against the sides of his cock. Jungwon whines around his cock and attempts to jerk away, but Jay snarls and slams back in whenever he does.
“You’re right,” Jay grins, watching Jungwon struggle to breathe below him. The vampire squirms and whines around his cock, hands against Jay’s thighs as he tries to pull off, but Jay’s grip on his hair easily overpowers Jungwon’s upper body strength. “This is hilarious.”
Deriving pleasure from a helpless little thing below him was inexplicably arousing to Jay. It’s times like these he’s able to remind Jungwon he has the blood of a hunter in him, rushing red and roaring hot, born for the hunt.
Jungwon was the leader and he wore the title proudly, sometimes a little too much, lording it over him, but Jungwon seemed to forget that Jay’s bloodline killed for sport. He never stood a chance.
He shoves his cock deeper down Jungwon’s throat and the younger boy gags, thrashing violently. His fangs graze against his cock and dig into it painfully, but Jay only tightens his hold to make Jungwon stop moving. “I like it when you’re fucking quiet for once.”
“Always whining and bitching at me. What good does it serve you, huh?” Jay’s strength is like a rapid tsunami under which he drowns, and although vampiric pride prevented him from consciously admitting he liked it, his body was all too telling. “A better fuck?”
Jay’s eyes lacerate straight through him, stripping Jungwon to his core and exposing his basest, most primal desires. “You shouldn’t play around with an Alpha, Jungwonie, not even if you’re my so-called leader. It’s more than you can chew.”
Jungwon pulls off with a filthy-sounding pop, mouth wide open as he heaves. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his system attempting to compensate for the loss of air, and Jay’s cock only twitches when globs of spit fall out of Jungwon’s mouth and onto the floor.
“Messy whore.” Jay tsks.
“Ah, hyung—!” Jungwon yelps, but Jay pays no mind. He practically drags Jungwon to the bed, uncaring of Jungwon whining and stumbling and struggling to keep up behind him.
Jungwon lands on the bed with a slight bounce, eyes glistening with tears as he stares up at Jay. He digs around in his drawer for lube while Jungwon shuffles his underwear off, and once he sees what Jay’s doing, he lets out a little whine.
“I already prepared myself.” Jungwon moans. Jay turns around and the sight that greets him makes Jay growl. Heat licks at every inch of his skin and his heart races with adrenaline. Jungwon’s hips are raised and his pretty eyes gaze at Jay from over his shoulder. He spreads his legs to show his pretty pink hole, one slim finger prodding at it, and he whines. “Just fuck me.”
True to his words, Jungwon is already slicked up. He has to take a moment to steady his mind—Jungwon had fucked himself open. He had intent. He rubbed up against Jay like a bitch in heat in public, tempting him, provoking him, goading Jay into fucking him.
Jay realizes he's very quickly losing a handle on the instincts that are threatening to overtake him. The slope was slippery and quick, like falling into a trench, headfirst into an abyss. He’s on the bed in under a second, a hand ripping Jungwon’s own away from his hole.
“I think I wanna see you.” Jay mumbles. That’s all the warning Jungwon gets before Jay is gripping at his body, lifting him up slightly and flipping him over with one effortless turn. Jungwon’s little cock leaks from the display of strength. Jay quickly crowds against him, Jungwon’s thighs on either side of Jay’s hips, “You’re so pretty, dollface. Can’t wait to watch you scream and cry.”
He grabs Jungwon’s hip with one hand, the other fisted in his hair, and he pushes in without any hesitation. Jungwon cries out high and loud when Jay’s thick cock stretches his tiny hole. His chest shoots up and his back arches, fisting the sheets below him, “Hyung!” He moans, his throat feeling full and heavy, swollen from all the bitten-back sounds and unreleased squeals.
Jay laughs, gruff and raspy. He stares at the boy beneath him: Jungwon, rosy-cheeked and pink-lipped, his pale white skin turning a lovely shade of pink from the heat and activity. His pink nipples stand stiff and his mouth waters with the sudden urge to suck on them.
His chest rises and falls. Jay can feel his thighs quivering against him and his hole constantly tightens and relaxes. “Move.” He whimpers, using his thighs to pull Jay’s hips forward and thrust in deeper, but Jay tsks and shakes his head.
“I’ll go when I want to.” Jay murmurs distractedly, eyes trailing down to where their skin presses against each other. How lovely. Jay’s caramel skin and Jungwon’s pinkish pale skin looked undeniably good together.
He runs his fingers over Jungwon's skin and his touch leaves goosebumps in its wake. Jay watches as Jungwon bites his lip, pink tucked under his two pristine white fangs. A wrinkle forms between his brows, and when Jungwon tries to push upwards for more contact, Jay lifts his hand up and away—minutely, just an inch, but it’s enough to have Jungwon fisting the sheets in frustration.
The vampire kicks at the bed with his heel, a petulant frown twisting his mouth. “Hyung.” He hisses, low and menacing, but trying to intimidate Jay is like coming face-to-face with a large icy glacier of self-assuredness and confidence.
“Mm, a mini tantrum,” Jay tsks contemplatively, his fingers skirt over the slight bump in Jungwon’s tummy (it takes him everything not to start thrusting and fucking Jungwon into the mattress.) “Do you think you deserve it now?”
Jungwon huffs. “Yes.”
“I want an apology.”
“Sorry.” Jungwon snaps, too quick to be genuine. His hole tightens up to entice Jay into fucking him, but Jay is resolute. “Is that enough for you? Can you start moving now?” He hisses, eyes narrowed, and Jay can’t help but think that Jungwon is more of a cat than a vampire.
“A proper one.”
Then, as if reading from a paper, Jungwon drones, “Jay hyung, I am very sorry.”
“Why do I try with you?” Jay asks, a half-amused, half-irate smile on his lips. He stares at Jungwon for a second or two before deciding, “I think I’ll fuck it out of you instead.”
Jungwon rolls his eyes. “Finally. You take forever.” He says, monotone, but Jay can trace the excitement in his voice.
And in spite of Jungwon's cattiness, he whimpers at the first thrust. The dull pain shoots up and spreads around navel, unable to keep himself from squirming, and his eyelids draw shut. (What a shame, Jay had been looking forward to watching them tear up, but he supposes he’ll be able to see that later.) It’s insane how warm Jungwon’s hole is, and considering he’s already been stretched, how tight he is, too.
The groan he releases is low and guttural. “It’s been too fucking long, Jungwonie.” He grits, and when Jungwon clenches tight around him, he warns, “I'm not going to go easy on you.”
“Pretty, ‘n so tight, too, huh?”
Cheeks blazing red with embarrassment, Jungwon looks away. “Just fucking move, Jay.”
“Hyung.” Jay corrects, “Jay hyung.”
Jungwon rolls his eyes, and Jay thinks, if he wants to act like that, then fine. So he fucks Jungwon so hard that syllables barely get to come together and create a word before they’re spilled and garbled out.
“Come on, say it. I know you can.” Jay teases. He knows he’s being an asshole, but really, Jungwon deserves it. Jay was patient but he wasn’t someone to be fucked with—Jungwon knew that well.
His thrusts are insanely vigorous. They barely give Jungwon any time to catch his breath, the sheer intensity closing in on him and rendering him speechless. He can’t do much but take it, and Jay knows that well. “Look at you getting fucked dumb already,” He coos. His voice is steady, seemingly unaffected by Jungwon’s tight heat, but he feels himself going crazy over how pretty Jungwon is beneath him.
He can’t get enough. “Do you love my cock this much?” Jay laughs, and Jungwon’s face screws up in an effort to protest. Before he can speak though, Jay thrusts in hard, knocking the words off of Jungwon’s tongue and making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Jungwon keens and mumbles something, but Jay only talks over him. “I knew you were as desperate as I was. But from the looks of it, you were probably, what—twice? Thrice as desperate?”
“J—hnngh,”
Jay laughs, loud and boisterous. “You can do it.”
“F-Fuck,” Jungwon pants, hair frazzled and cheeks pink, “you.”
“Sounds like you want more.” Jay moves Jungwon like a ragdoll, tugging at his arms and hooking a leg under his to keep him still. Like this, Jungwon is totally unable to move, subjected to Jay’s forceful thrusts. Jungwon releases a whiny noise at Jay’s display of strength, “Is this better?”
“God, fuck—!” Jungwon yelps, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His back arches and he whines, so pitiful and pretty, totally lost in his own pleasure. “I fucking hate how—ah! H-how good you are in bed.”
Every time Jungwon pushes Jay’s buttons, he forgets just how rough Jay can be. If pushed far enough, Jay totally abandons whatever pre-existing apprehensions he’s had about hurting Jungwon. “Yeah? Good?” He growls, watching the way Jungwon’s pretty tears roll down pink cheeks.
Jay dips down to suck on Jungwon’s pink nipples, and Jungwon cries out so loud it hurts Jay’s ears. He pushes his chest further out and Jay suckles on the hardened nub, letting his teeth graze against it. “Yeah, so good,” He sobs. His voice is even higher now, “Y-You’re really fuckin’ big, hyung.”
“Use me, use me, please,” Jungwon keels. His voice is so fucking sweet for someone who snacks on blood and talks back to his elders. “I’m your toy, Alpha.”
Jay growls so loud it nearly scares Jungwon. His hips freeze and the rumbling only rises in volume. His eyes are dark as he stares Jungwon down, but Jungwon’s own eyes clear up seemingly out of nowhere. In all honesty, Jay should’ve known better.
By the looks of it, Jungwon is enjoying the reaction. “What? You like that?” Jungwon laughs breathlessly. His voice is shaky but the steel in his eyes is telling. Although Jay should be surprised at Jungwon’s whiplash behavior, it’s something he’s grown used to. Just when he thinks he’s got Jungwon down under, Jungwon pulls the rug out from under him and restarts his progress.
It fucks him up. He doesn’t know why Jungwon’s like this, why he doesn’t just submit and take it the way he should, but Jay would be lying if he said that, beneath all the frustration, he didn’t like it.
Jungwon smirks in a way one of his fangs are displayed. “You’re so easy.” His words are breathy, his chest rises and falls rapidly. His thighs, still under Jay’s hold, are even shaking, but somehow he still finds it in himself to be a brat. Jay’s paper-thin patience dissipates by the second. “I called you Alpha once and you’re already on the brink of an orgasm.”
“I can’t believe you can even last this long.” Jungwon hums easily, and, really, what the fuck? Jungwon kept going and going, never ending with the snark and the teasing and the taunting, and before he knows it, he’s pulling out and glaring at Jungwon.
“Should’ve known better than to fuck around with a kid. You’re so immature, Jesus Christ.” Jay hisses, and Jungwon visibly angers at that (he often dishes it but can’t take it). Jungwon didn’t like to be reminded of their two-year age gap—Jay didn’t know why, but even a mere mention through teasing struck a chord in him and made Jungwon lash out.
He grabs Jay by the shoulders and yanks him down, his jaw immediately opening wide and clamping down. His teeth dig into Jay's deltoid, the sharp fangs piercing the meat of his upper arm with so much ease it should scare Jay (It never really did, though. Jay could bite twice as hard as Jungwon could, and the fact absolutely thrilled the younger boy.)
Crimson smears messily around his mouth, a sharp tongue licking the surface of his incisors in search of iron. Jay hisses and rolls his shoulder, jaw gritted in pain, and the sly smile Jungwon has on is a precursor to mischief. “Aww,” Jungwon coos, eyes sparkling, “Did that hurt, Alpha?”
His restraint burns and evaporates into thin air.
“Shut the fuck up.” Jay growls. His hand comes up to cover Jungwon’s mouth, his other one grasping at Jungwon’s soft thigh, but Jungwon doesn’t go down without a fight.
Jungwon bites into Jay’s palm and it pierces his flesh cleanly. A thunderbolt of pain, then the throbbing aches that surround Jungwon’s teeth and the site of the puncture. Jay curses and tugs his hand downward, shivering when he feels the tip of Jungwon’s teeth catching on the puncture wound.
Jay raises his bloody hand and slaps Jungwon across his cheek. With the rightward sweep of his hand, Jungwon’s head jerks to the side, his cheek smeared with red. Jay grabs Jungwon by the hair and his words are forced out from the slits between his teeth, “See, I don’t think you understand,” he grinds out.
“If things were different, that is, if you part-wolf were like me,” Jay says. His vitriol is at an all-time high, his fingers charged with violent potential energy and his mouth twisted with cruel intent, “This attitude of yours would be non-existent.”
He shoves in and Jungwon whines. High and wimpish, his voice is strained with every movement Jay initiates, and the thrusts nearly burn with the stretch and the velocity. “The moment I step into the room, you’d bend over and beg to be fucked.” Jay snarls, a deep rumble from within, his hands squeezing Jungwon’s skin painfully.
Another thrust and Jungwon breaks into a sob. Truculent, Jay continues to plunge his cock in and out of Jungwon’s tight hole, while the squelching sounds of lube and their hips slapping together create a lascivious melody. The words tumbling out of his mouth are involuntary at this point. “When I tell you to listen, you’d get on your knees and let me fuck your mouth. I don’t doubt for a second that you’d be an Omega.”
“Too pretty to be a Beta,” Jay says, before he grasps Jungwon’s cock in his hand. His palm is still bleeding, and when he grips Jungwon’s cock, blood smears across its pink flesh. He sneers—his mouth is upturned in one corner and his eyes pin Jungwon down, “Too small to be an Alpha.”
He pushes Jungwon’s soft thigh to his chest and plunges in. Crimson is painted on the back of his thigh. The stretch never gets any better someone Jay’s size fucks this hard, and perhaps it’s part of the pleasure. It intertwines sweetly from the primal fear that shakes in his chest when Jay snarls in frustration or displays his strength.
Jungwon yelps when Jay slaps his thigh, his nerves coming alive and stinging in protest, and Jay leans down dangerously close to nip at Jungwon’s neck. “I’d say you’re too bratty for an Omega, but I can always fuck some respect into you, can’t I?”
Jay’s face is so close to his it makes him embarrassed, like being stripped naked under a spotlight, unable to escape from Jay’s sharp, scrutiny-laden eyes. He whimpers and turns his head to the side, but Jay grabs him by the jaw and fixes the position of his head.
There’s a barbed wire of pleasure that wraps around his body the faster, the stronger he fucks Jungwon. With every thrust, he forces Jungwon’s tiny hole open, and although his thrusts are relentless, Jungwon remains hot and tight. He looks so small and pitiful beneath him. His smart mouth has been deprived of its cutthroat words and has been put to better use: creating sweet melodies for Jay to use as fuel to fuck him even harder.
“Jay hyung!” Jungwon yelps, his high-pitched voice ringing like music to his ears. He wriggles around beneath him. Whimpering wildly as he tries to push Jay away, he babbles phrases like too much and so hard, but it only gets Jay hotheaded.
“Stop fucking moving.” Jay growls, holding Jungwon down. The more Jungwon struggles, the more frustration builds up in his chest and forces his actions to be stronger. His acquiescence is a beautiful thing—easy-trigger limbs going limp and his voice losing its bite.
The room is made into a hotbox as the dense, tension-laden air swarms every corner, pushing at the walls and surrounding them like a haze. Jungwon whimpers and shakes, “Hyung's cock is s-so—” Jungwon hiccups, “Big.”
Their voices mesh into each other like fabrics weaving together, silk and satin, leather and cotton. It’s sweltering hot and intense, the room perfumed from their shared arousal. With the sweat on Jungwon’s deadly pale skin, he looks nearly phosphorescent, a divine glow about him that has Jay’s hips pistoling wildly. Jungwon barely has blood in him but he looks like a fucking angel.
Jungwon’s behavior was incredibly binary, although not exactly duplicitous. There was what everyone saw: responsible, simple, kind, too-young Jungwon, whole members towered over him, often mistaken as the youngest.
Jungwon was also snarky, sharp-tongued, eager to tease, and arrogant. His attitude was like clay—unmanaged, it was rigid and unmalleable, but once Jay got his hands on Jungwon he was as pliant as putty under him. Jungwon’s attitude was a matter of frequency and management because Jungwon got into moods when he didn’t get what he wanted, and Jay was clearly paying for weeks of not touching him.
“Love it,” Jungwon babbles, “Love it s-so much, thank you, hyung, want your cum in me,”
At this point, his mind is swarming with the dull buzz of hornets, frothing up with the fog of lust. All that’s on his mind is to fuck Jungwon, to ram into his tight ass and to ruin him so good he’ll never even think of talking back to Jay again (a laughable idea, but an ambitious one nonetheless.)
Jungwon’s resistance atrophies as Jay abandons freemasonry, like pressing him down with a searing hot iron. He can hear the steady hum of Jay’s blood shift into a rapid pulse.
Bloodflecked and red-stained, Jay grabs Jungwon’s thighs and pushes them down to his chest, properly folding him in half and fucking him deep. “Fuck! Hyung!” Jungwon screams, every muscle in his body tensing and tightening up.
He’s unable to look away from the boiling vitriol in Jay’s eyes. It commands attention, and Jungwon, chained to the steel of Jay’s irises, arches his back and whimpers wantonly.
There was a mountain range blocking coherency, his caution censored and instincts in a berserker’s domain. “I don’t know why you fucking insist on provoking me. You’ve never won before, you’re squealing like a bitch under me right now, and you never will win over me.”
Jungwon is milky, quartz-like skin, possessing a body far too small for the cockiness it housed, while Jay is tanned, corded muscle wrapped in a tornado of justified aggression. Despite the haze, Jungwon could see Jay’s pulse beating and rushing and hounding underneath his skin, rushing through his veins.
His luster is inhumane, and Jay fixes a hand around Jungwon’s cock, palm tight and secure. The need to submit was embedded deep in his aorta; it sprouts from his vena cava. It resides within his bones and thrums when Jay comes near, when Jay’s voice hardens, when Jay’s face shifts. Always concealed, yes, but never exactly suppressed.
“What's the use of talking back and snarking at me when I’ll have you like this by the end of the night?” Amnesty aside, Jay laughs. “If you truly wanted to win, you and I both know you could put up a fight.”
Jungwon moans high and reedy in his throat. He wants to speak, say something, anything, but his vocal cords are only occupied with creating stupid, whorish sounds to fill the room. He sounds totally fucking brainless and he hates it as much as he loves it. “Look at you. You look pathetic, Jungwon.”
“The fact of the matter is that you’re nothing but a dirty, bratty whore. Fucking slut.” Jay forces Jungwon down, holding him by the neck. The center of his sternum is concave from the pressure. Jungwon attempts to grab Jay by the hair just to hurt him, too, but Jay quickly thwarts his reflexes.
He could feel the tension building in the base of his spine, in his thighs as Jay kept them driven well apart.
“I’m sorry,” Jungwon mewls, his restraint breaking with a sob. Jay watches as his cock creates a bump in Jungwon’s smooth tummy, wrecking him from the inside out. There are tears flowing down his face and Jay keeps him where he wants him.
Jungwon sobs, heaving and whimpering and whining, legs shaking. Every thrust inside makes the tip of his cock slam into Jungwon’s sweet spot. “For what, exactly?” And when Jay asks that question, he faces Jungwon with a reflection of his poor behavior, “For being a brat? For being a tease? Disrespecting me?”
The words rush out of Jay’s mouth and hit Jungwon like bullets from a pistol. The shame is red and caustic and undeniably hot in his veins. “Everything. ‘m s-sorry for—” Jungwon gasps, a rough thrust interrupting him, “Everything.”
“Good, Jungwon-ah,” Jay growls in satisfaction. He slaps Jungwon’s little cock and growls when Jungwon whines high and reedy in his throat. He watches as a string of drool slips out of the corner of his mouth. “And?”
And in his muddy, downright hazy mind, Jungwon desperately scrambles for something to answer Jay’s question. It could be anything, really, and even a misstep could prompt Jay into halting this whole thing and punishing him, but he tries anyway.
Jungwon gulps, saliva running down his dry throat. “Thank you.” He says, and he’s not too sure if the lack of oxygen is from him holding his breath in nervous anticipation or from Jay’s incredibly brutal thrusts knocking the air out of his lungs.
The older boy smiles. “It’s my pleasure, darling.” He says, deceivingly sweet, before slamming back inside Jungwon’s little hole. He feels how his cock forces Jungwon open, and the accompanying moan resonates throughout the room, so loud it almost drowns out the sounds of Jay’s hips smacking against Jungwon’s ass.
Jay bends down and sucks on Jungwon’s nipples while playing with his cock, Jungwon tries to use his hands to hold Jay, but Jay pins them down with little effort. So easy, the wolf inside him growls. Jungwon squirms in oversensitivity. The vampire’s voice hitches. “I’m gonna—” he hiccups, “g-gonna come.”
And when Jay laughs right in his face, Jungwon colors pink with embarrassment. “Yeah? You’re going to come? From what?” Jay asks, smirking at Jungwon’s helpless form. From the way Jay held him, it was like Jungwon couldn’t move at all against Jay’s grip.
He yanks Jungwon’s arm closer to him. Jay doesn’t warn Jungwon before he clamps down on the skin, and the shriek Jungwon releases is high-pitched and pained. “Fuck! Fuck, hyung,” Jungwon screams, tugging his arm away, but Jay holds it down scarily well. He screams so prettily—a little more and Jay is sure he’ll be thrown into a rut.
His eyes sharpen as he licks his lips. The blood on their skin has already dried and the blotchy spots of blood on the duvet makes a pretty backdrop for a ruined Jungwon. It was messy and perfectly carnal. “From being treated like a sex toy? Getting fucked so hard you can’t even speak properly?”
Jay growls and licks Jungwon’s bleeding wound, hips pistoling in and out of Jungwon’s heat. From there, Jay moves to the junction of Jungwon’s neck, licking and nipping and rumbling. Jungwon whimpers and curls his toes, his little hole tightening up as Jay licks his neck.
Jungwon can only fist the sheets and whine stupidly. The pleasure has seized his body and it makes his mouth hang open, whines pouring out like a stupid little whore. He slaps Jungwon’s thigh, and with a sharp smack, Jungwon cries out. “Ah! Please, hyung,” he pants.
Jay digs his nails into the plush skin of Jungwon’s outer thighs and watches with burning satisfaction as Jungwon begins to tear up once more. He’s shaking in his hold, little cock spurting precome onto his bulging tummy. “Where’s your dignity, Jungwon-ah? Aren’t you the leader? Should leaders be getting off to being thrown around like a ragdoll?”
The room grows hotter and hotter with every breath they take. It feels fucking perfect, having Jungwon like this, helpless and pitiful and pretty eyes full of tears, and all his instinct holler and scream in satisfaction. He wants to do so many things to Jungwon. So many bad things.
“I think I should make it hurt, what do you think?” Jay’s eyes—they’re crazed. Jungwon doesn’t exactly know if he likes feeling like prey, being on the receiving end of Jay’s bared teeth and low growls, but however he feels about it, one thing is for sure: there is no winning against Jay.
And Jungwon—poor, prideful, beat-down Jungwon—can only whimper out a sad little no before Jay is pulling his cock out. He hunches over in a flash, and within a second, Jay grabs the back of Jungwon’s thigh and bites down.
Jay holds Jungwon’s thrashing body down. He wants to bite down harder, to completely tear into Jungwon’s skin, make him scream so hard that his vocal cords split. “Hyung! Stop, stop, please, hyung, it—hah,” Jungwon babbles, stupid and desperate, tears flowing down the apples of his cheeks.
A growl reverberates from Jay’s chest. “Jungwonie—” Jungwon sniffles and wipes his tears away, “Wonie’s sorry, ‘m sorry!”
Just when Jay thinks Jungwon has had enough—that they’ve reached the point where Jungwon’s mind completely breaks under the duress of Jay’s ministrations—Jungwon’s little cock jumps to life and spurts white liquid out, painting his tummy and making his tiny body shake.
Red hot arousal flows through Jay’s system. He widens his jaw and retracts his teeth. Straightening his back, he can see the absolutely perfect picture that Jungwon makes. “Fucking hell, Jungwon,” Jay growls, hungry, eyeing the white on Jungwon’s stomach before letting his eyes trail up to Jungwon. His cheeks are glowing pink and the high points of his face seem to glimmer with sweat. “Poor baby couldn’t help himself, huh?”
He slams in and Jungwon shrieks, but it’s cut off by a sob. Blood leaks out of the bite and he can tell the area around it is getting swollen. “My little leader is a pain slut.” Jay smirks, imagining how it must throb and sting and burn from the open wound. Jungwon takes it all like a good bitch—his cock, his words, his bites.
Jay’s been teetering on the edge of an orgasm for so long, and the more desperate, the more pitiful Jungwon sounds, the more his twisted system drives him closer to coming.
“I’m gonna cum, Jungwon-ah. Where do you want it?”
Something in Jay pushes him to snarl at Jungwon, pride flaring when Jungwon flinches. “I asked you a fucking question.” He grits out. It pulses red and writhes impatiently as Jungwon struggles to answer.
“A-Anywhere you want, hyung,” Jungwon shakes, and Jay’s mind runs. Jungwon’s pretty face stained with cum is tempting, but Jay thinks his cum striped against Jungwon’s stomach and chest would be exquisite.
Of course, there’s always the option to cum inside—that’s Jay’s favorite. “You want my pups, Jungwon?” Jay growls, hips snapping and fucking Jungwon’s puffy hole open. The boy lays pliant beneath him, swinging between punched-out noises and slutty wails. Distantly, Jay thinks he should string this out long enough for the members to come home and hear Jungwon like this, pathetic and whorish.
Jungwon can’t muster the words, but his rapid nods and his little whimpers speak for themselves. Jay shuts his eyes and lets the pleasure wash over him, building up higher and thicker and stronger. Jungwon’s sounds are so sweet and pitiful that they almost make Jay feel bad for unleashing his sadistic tendencies on him, but really, he deserved it.
He comes with a large growl and Jungwon tightens up accordingly, savoring the warm liquid deep inside him, gyrating his hips to milk Jay’s cock.
Jay clears his throat, taking a few seconds to properly find his voice. His throat feels scratchy from all the growling he did. “Did I go too hard?” He asks, embarrassed. He shuffles closer to Jungwon and the younger boy weakly runs his hand through his hair.
“Just the right amount.” Jungwon says, hissing through his teeth when Jay taps the area around the bite. He’s so fucking pretty like this: messy hair, flushed cheeks, dried tears, his nose tinged red, marks all over his body. “That included.” Jungwon says, blushing further when he remembers how Jay had bit him.
Jay nods and reaches into the bedside drawer to retrieve alcohol and tissue. They pass the time in silence as Jay sprays the disinfectant on Jungwon’s wound, dabbing at the areas where blood has started to run again, and although Jungwon’s thigh twitches, Jay still manages to hold it down.
He spreads a minimal amount of Vaseline over Jungwon’s wounds before getting off the bed. He searches around for his boxers and puts them on, then dresses Jungwon in his shirt after. “Ready?” He asks.
Jungwon tilts his head. “For what? A round two?”
Jay shakes his head with a laugh before lifting Jungwon out of bed. Light, he thinks, so cute. Jungwon makes a tiny, adorable sound of surprise, before clinging onto Jay properly. “Let’s wash you up. I feel bad.”
Somehow, Jay is able to open the door while carrying Jungwon bridal style. The dormitory is still empty but Jay suspects it won’t be long before Sunoo and Riki come barging in with takeout from the restaurant.
Jungwon is deposited into the empty bathtub and Jay slowly takes Jungwon’s shirt off, folding it neatly and placing it on the vanity. He turns the tap on and lets the water run, checking the temperature so it doesn’t burn Jungwon.
“You know you don’t have to be such a brat all the time, right?” Jay teases, running a wet hand through Jungwon’s hair. He reaches for the shampoo and lets it foam up in his hands. “Look where it got you. Unable to walk, mauled half to death.”
Jungwon rolls his eyes and puffs his cheeks. “I know that,” he says. His eyes land on Jay’s lips before a mischievous little twinkle appears in his pretty eyes. “I just like the chase.” He reaches for the collar of Jay’s shirt and reaches in for a kiss.
Jay balances with one hand on either side of the tub, leaning down to meet Jungwon’s lips. Jay would be lying if he said he didn’t like the chase, too.