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Korea hosts an expansive bounty to enjoy. From the Manjanggul Caves to Suncheon Bay to Jiri Mountain, its natural features have something for lovers of any topography. Bustling cities with endless shopping districts to appease those so inclined, restaurants of all sorts if one would prefer to burn cash that way. A booming technology industry, pop culture on every corner, traditional temples of exquisite architecture, centuries old rituals,a deep and rich history of every type of art. No matter what tickles the fancy, there’s something for it in Korea.
So why the hell isn’t Leon enjoying any of it.
He can’t say he ever expected he might end up in South Korea in the first place. Policemen aren’t exactly the most well paid profession out there. It also hasn’t been high on his destination list either, if it had a presence there at all.
His appearance in Seoul could be attributed to one, Chris. Claire to a lesser extent. Mostly Chris.
Thoughts wander as he plods behind Chris, Rebecca, and Jill through a shopping district. The whole harebrained idea had been introduced after his break up with Ada. Sure, they had been on-again-off-again since highschool, what relationship doesn’t have its rough patches? That’s the line Leon always used when venting to Chris during their short break ups; Chris always helpfully told him he and Claire would make a much better couple anyway. All that aside, when Ada called it off this time, it felt different. More… permanent. She’d threatened to move out plenty of times, sure, left her promise ring at home when she went to cool off for a weekend after a fight, all of that was normal. Well… Normal for them. Leon’s friends looked on in horror when he told them those sorts of things. But never anything more major than that. This time, Leon came home from a double shift and all of Ada’s things were gone. Not a trace left of her in their apartment. Nothing besides the ring he picked out for her years earlier, left lying on the counter like a worthless trinket.
There were some ugly tears, a number of drunken nights with the boys, crass words uttered next to Ada’s name. His friends tried to take him through the usual stages of a break up but in the end Leon just felt… Empty. Maybe their relationship wasn’t always the healthiest but, at the very heart of it, he and Ada had undoubtedly been best friends. They bonded in junior high over shared interests, fumbled their way through courting in high school, studied together for college exams, and ended up in similar sorts of careers… By all accounts, they seemed like the kind of high school sweethearts that grow old together. Ten years of dating… Leon lost his girlfriend, confidant, advisor… and friend. He couldn’t just move on from that so soon.
And it seemed his friends decided nearly a year of mourning was quite enough. They forced him to submit some time off - he worked like a dog to keep his mind occupied and out of his empty apartment - pooled together their funds, planned an entire three week vacation without breathing a single word of their annoying well-meaning scheme, then whisked him off to South Korea with the promise of whole new culture being healthy for the mind (“I would know about this, I’m a doctor!” Rebecca had very helpfully informed in the airport. Never mind arguing the semantics of her actual doctorate.)
And all this is how Leon ends up where he is now, sitting in a noodle shop halfway across the world from Raccoon City, holding a ring he’d bought for his girlfriend when he was fifteen, thoroughly wishing he could be at the police station, even if just for desk duty.
Rebecca goes on endlessly about some spicy noodles they have to buy when they can. “I’ve seen videos of people eating them, they cry and just try whatever it takes to make the burning stop!” Her tone is too chipper, like she’s talking about a cute bunny and not a person’s torment. “We have got to get some!”
“Do you even like spicy food?” Chris asks as their meals are served.
“Well… Not really…” is the sheepish response. “Maybe not spicy… But I like food, so it doesn’t hurt to try!”
“I don’t know where you even put all this food,” comments Jill as she mixes up her bowl of janchi guksu, looking the other slim woman up and down. “You’re like a garbage disposal.”
Rebecca spares a giggle but doesn’t bother with more of a reply before she digs into her own meal. Her table manners might not be considered all that couth… at the very least, she’s enthusiastic about it.
Banter continues between bites but Leon can’t say he hears much of it. Ever since Ada left, he’s felt like he is under water. Noises are muffled and distorted, lights unusually dim, every movement feeling sluggish and deliberate to the point of exhaustion. He’s drowning, he’s been drowning for almost a year, and yet he keeps acting as if water isn’t slowly filling his lungs, panicking him, suffocating him. How much longer can he keep up the act before he’s asphyxiated?
“Leon, food not to your liking?”
Chris’ voice snaps him out of his head and he realizes the other three are looking at him. They all wear that same expression. Pity. And that tone… That overly tender tone, as if using too harsh of a voice would cause him to shatter. Leon has gotten used to this behavior but that doesn’t mean he likes stomaching it. He knows his friends can’t reach into the murky waters and save him as he sinks deeper; no one can, it isn’t possible. They don’t have to treat him like porcelain while he slowly drowns.
Why’d they bother dragging him out here at all?
“Oh, I just…”
“I told you, kimchi is an acquired taste,” Rebecca supplies him when he trails off without a clue of what to say. “Here, have mine. You’ll probably like it more.” She swaps their bowls and doesn’t waste a second before she’s scarfing down food once more. She definitely acts as if she did him some massive favor, but the bowl Leon’s been given is more than two-thirds empty…
He cracks a small smile as a laugh huffs out. That’s more like her. Normal behavior, that’s all he needs from his friends. “Yeah, thanks, Rebecca.”
Leon can’t say he tastes it much but he does eat to appease his friends. It’s the least he can do for them.
This is how the trip goes: the trio captivated by such a foreign city with a rather lifeless Leon trailing behind them. Hikes and dinners, shopping and even some Korean spas, Leon knows he’s dragged along for all of these but he can’t fully say he remembers much of the experience.
That is until, a week and a half in, they finally end up in a bar.
This is what Leon was waiting for the whole trip.
Since his break up with Ada, has his relationship with alcohol been what one might call “healthy?” No. Does he care much? Absolutely not. And he can just write it up as “trying the local brews.” And being in Seoul means they’ve got plenty of Korean alcohols for him to try.
The venue isn’t like any bar found in Raccoon City; they’ve been around to nearly half a dozen bars, brightly lit, classy decor, a damn near inviting atmosphere. Not the kind of place to get shitfaced and pick up a partner for the evening - not that Leon’s really even thought of such a thing since the split. Maybe it’s just because they’re tourists and don’t really know the city but not a single place they’ve gone to drink could even come close to being considered “scummy.”
And not a single local drink he tried was nearly strong enough for his taste. Maesil-ju, cheongju, baekseju, soju, even now Leon stares down into his glass of makgeolli; not strong enough by a long shot. He would order something more familiar to him, something he knows will leave a decent burn as it goes down, but he has been instructed very firmly that they’re to try local drinks. But I like Crown Royal, thinks Leon glumly.
It’s not like it even matters much. Rebecca sits at a table with more food than a person should be able to eat, Jill went off to the bathroom, mostly it looked like she needed a minute and some cold water to help her keep up, she’s the lightest weight of the group. Even Chris ended up on the balcony, talking to some woman who looks to be South American. So Leon sits alone at the bar. What’s to stop him from ordering what ever he pleases?
Senses drilled into him by the academy means he’s fully aware of it when a stranger sits next to him. Empty seats all around and the person sits right by him? Even if Leon doesn’t know the culture, that still feels rude to him. He doesn’t comment and instead fills his mouth with more liquor but he can’t help but pull a face at the unfamiliar flavor and odd viscosity of the alcohol. The man next to him puffs out a single laugh.
“Not to your liking?” His voice is smooth, English fairly clear; despite having an accent, it isn’t heavy enough to distort his words beyond understanding. Upon being acknowledged, Leon glances over. Takes in the stylish haircut hidden beneath a baseball cap, dyed a silverish purple, matched with equally fashionable clothes, a black shirt beneath an oversized white and gray striped buttoned down, only half of it done up and only half of it tucked into his tailored black jeans; clearly someone who keeps up with current trends. His features are sharp, at least what Leon can see. Half of his face is hidden behind a black surgical mask - Leon’s gotten used to seeing people wearing those casually over his fortnight here - but that only serves to accent the smudged eyeliner around his dark eyes. He can bet the stranger is a decent enough looking man.
“Not really used to it,” Leon says instead of outright proclaiming his distaste for the liquor.
The man laughs again. It’s throaty, something to it that almost feels belittling. “Let me buy you something good.”
Such a straightforward, if not slightly aggressive, come on. Leon blinks then looks around. Had he been mistaken about this place? “I’m not from here, this isn’t a gay bar, is it? Because I’m pretty sure that guy over there as been eyeing me up and the bartender is way too friendly-”
“You’re not in a gay bar,” he cuts in before waiving down a server. A few Korean words are exchanged before he fixes Leon with his gaze, piercing and self assured. “And I wasn’t flirting with you.” Two glasses are placed in front of them and he pushes one to Leon, mask moving as he smiles beneath it. “Unless… that’s what you were hoping for.”
Leon won’t lie, there’s something about assertiveness that’s always gotten beneath his skin. Ada always got him like that. He shakes his head, both at the statement and the thought of her. “Sorry but that isn’t my type of thing.”
The man cocks his head to the side, something devilishly teasing in the motion. “Hook ups or men?”
“Both.”
The response doesn’t seem to deter him in the slightest as his eyes crinkle with a smile. He picks up his own glass and nods towards Leon. “This might be more your style.”
As long as expectations are clear and he doesn’t feel like he’s being led on, buying drinks for a straight man… Leon studies those eyes a moment more before raising the glass to his lips. He isn’t a snob that decants his wine for the most “ideal aeration”and swirls it around to detect all the “aromas” but even he can pick up on the fragrance of pear in the alcohol. He sips it with some hesitancy. It’s rich in flavors and somehow refreshing, even the aftertaste of it pleasing. And definitely high in alcohol. “That’s… actually not bad,” he comments as he stares into the liquor.
The man wears a cocky expression, clear even with the mask obscuring half his face. “Munbaeju. High end and worth every won.” He fixes Leon with a piercing stare. “Now that you’ve found something you like… How about a name in return?”
Leon can’t help a light laugh. Pushy. He’s crazy as hell because he finds it endearing. “Alright, alright, you did save me from drinking what was basically water all night. The name’s Leon Kennedy.”
His companion hooks a finger in the top of his mask and finally lowers it for a drink. Leon was right, the rest of his features are just as sharp. Clear-cut cheekbones, strong jaw line, full-bodied lips deep with more color than they should be… What exactly was the proof of this liquor? He empties the whole glass into his mouth in one fluid motion, head tipped back as he does. He lets it sit there, savoring it, then his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. His eyes focus once more on Leon and the corner of his mouth tugs up in a smug smile. “Hak Ji-Woon.”
Right, family name first here. “An awfully long way from home.” Ji-Woon refills both of their glasses with the bottle the server had left.
Small talk. Leon can’t say he’s a fan of it but it’s better than the condolence he gets from his friends, who all conveniently abandoned him in a strange bar. Thanks guys. He can entertain it for now. “Yeah, I needed a change of scenery.”
Something about that answer… feels as if it’s almost exactly what Ji-Woon was hoping for. “There’s plenty of interesting places to see.”
“I didn’t have a choice, my friends were the ones that dragged me out here.” He feels the other’s eyes watching him as he drinks more. Trying to get him drunk? Should be careful with how much he has then. Shame, it’s actually pretty good. But Ji-Woon’s drinking it too. That should at least be a sign it isn’t tainted with anything.
“Just your friends?” The question comes after Ji-Woon has finished off another glass.
Leon laughs lightly. “You’re asking if I came with…” He can’t bring himself to say girlfriend . “Someone more significant?”
Ji-Woon leans his chin against a closed fist, mask pulled up again but it doesn’t hide that playful haughtiness. “Am I that obvious?”
“You’re definitely not subtle.” Once his own drink is gone, Leon drapes his arms over the back of his chair. “No, just here with my friends.”
“Someone like you?” he asks in return as his gaze drags over Leon’s body, lingering near his belt line before it comes back to his face. “You seem fit. A personal trainer?”
“Police officer,” Leon corrects. The answers are coming from him easier now as his head begins to swim, the edges of his vision unsteady, usual punctiliousness slipping away the more the liquor takes effect.
Ji-Woon’s composure slips and his dark eyes light up with something like salacity. “And you don’t have anyone warming your bed? That doesn’t seem possible.”
Ada… Leon’s throat tightens, feels like he's swallowed barbed wire, and he has to clear it before he can speak to keep his voice steady. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“My apologies,” is what Ji-Woon replies with but his interest is clearly piqued. He probably won’t let it go so easily.
“It’s… A bunch of bullshit,” Leon gets out with a bitter chuckle when the question doesn’t leave those watching eyes. “I don’t know what else she… Sorry, sorry, it’s bullshit. You don’t want to hear about it.”
“No, you can go on.” And he sounds genuine when he says it. Maybe Leon is just hoping for someone new to vent to, someone that won’t stare at him like a hurt animal that just needs a bit of nursing to be right again, and drunk enough to see what he wants to see.
But it’s all he needs to start spilling his guts. “I don’t know what she expected from me. She’s the one who didn’t want to get married in the first place! She said it would get in the way of her career. And she knew what our hours would be like! I can’t help it when I have to do double shifts, cops have to do these things. It isn’t up to me. It’s not like her job was any better, going on work trips every other week! I took her on dates, I got little gifts for her, I listened to her problems, I made time for her at every chance. I don’t,” his voice quivers around a lump sitting hard in his throat as he scrubs a hand over his stinging eyes. “I don’t know what else I could have done. If she would have just talked to me… I’m sure we could have gotten over this… If she had just talked to me…”
Leon moves his hand when a glass taps the back of it. Ji-Woon holds it up for him, a glass of his own held up, ready to drink with Leon. And Leon takes it gratefully, quick to empty it. He sets it down and then Ji-Woon places his palm over Leon’s. “You don’t deserve that sort of pain,” he whispers in a crooning tone as his nails scrape lightly over Leon’s calloused knuckles.
Leon can’t help but laugh and shake his head. “You don’t give up,” he comments with a glance at his companion.
“Mmh, I don’t.”
“And I find that… fucking hot.” It’s definitely the booze talking for him now.
“Oh?” Ji-Woon tilts his head, leans forward in his seat. He has a cologne on, even the scent of it feels expensive - heady and intoxicating. Leon can’t help but wonder what he smells like without it, what scent would be there when he buries his face in the crook of Ji-Woon’s neck while they- “Have you found another thing you like tonight?”
“Pleasantly surprised by it too.” This is insane, they’ve barely even talked, how could Leon make a claim like that? It’s the drinks, he doesn’t do this. Well… maybe he does. He’s only ever been with Ada, how is he supposed to know what he does outside of her? All he can say for certain is he expected to be pestered by a stranger sitting beside him; he feels a growing desire for this stranger instead.
The distance between them closes gradually through their exchange. If not for that mask, their lips might be brushing when Ji-Woon speaks, although it could be described more accurately as a purr. “My hotel isn’t far from here.”
Leon swallows thickly. Even drunk as he is… there’s a fork in the road here and either direction he choses, there’s no turning back from it.
“So why are we still sitting here?”
It isn’t a long walk to the hotel and Leon’s mind races the whole way. He’s really doing this? Does he even know how to have sex with someone other than Ada - let alone a man ? Even if he had planned on getting laid tonight, he doesn’t have anything two men would need on him, not even a condom. Ada had her tubes tied, they never used one. And lube… Wait, which position would he take? He knew his role with Ada, there was never a question. She was domineering and wouldn’t accept anything less, not even in the bedroom. He could top without a problem, it’s just the same thing, right?
Oh god, and his friends. He had caught Rebecca’s eye on the way out and she shot him a wink with a thumbs up. Hopefully she doesn’t go running her mouth, he doesn’t even want to think about what they’d say if they heard he slept with some stranger, and a man at that. He can already hear Jill berating him in that motherly tone, disapproval written clearly on her face-
Thud
And then, just like that, every anxiety filled thought flees when his back is pressed against the bedroom door. With a fluid motion, Ji-Woon discards his mask and then his lips are overtop Leon’s, hands grasping at his muscular waist, pressing warm bodies together.
At this moment, Leon realizes he has a type. And with every nibble to his lips, causing him to moan in his partner’s mouth, Ji-Woon fits it thoroughly.
His every action, every bite, his hands traversing the planes of Leon’s chest and back, the knee between Leon’s thighs applying pressure to a rapidly expanding bulge, can best be described as aggressive. Not to say that it hurts, the contrary in fact. Ji-Woon knows the line between pleasure and pain and he dances on it as expertly as a seasoned tightwire walker. In no time at all, he has Leon a trembling, moaning mess beneath his touch.
In an effort to regain a bit of his composure, Leon starts on the buttons of Ji-Woon’s shirt - a difficult chore for shaky fingers. It doesn’t help when that incredible mouth moves down to the sensitive skin of his neck, laving it with kisses and licks before he bites down on Leon’s pulse point. “ Ohhhh , Jesus Christ.” His fingers entirely forget their task at the pleasure that jolts through him with that bite.
Their mouths connect again and Ji-Woon wastes no time pressing tongues together, humming in response to every moan Leon makes. He hooks his fingers in the belt loops of Leon’s jeans and tugs him back towards the bed then shoves him on the mattress; he guides his partner around so easily, despite being a full head shorter than Leon.
Yeah, Leon has a type for sure. And Ji-Woon is ticking every box to perfection.
Ji-Woon grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head- holy shit , he’s more muscular than half the guys Leon graduated the academy with. Didn’t have a clue he found all those defined curves and crevices so damn appealing but now he just wants to drag his tongue across every inch. Fuck it, that’s exactly what Leon does. He pushes himself off his back and crawls to the end of the bed. Kisses every ridge of his partner’s abdomen before dragging his tongue in the same spots. Forget every pair of tits he’s ever seen, somehow the feeling of firm pectorals beneath his lips turns him on more than even the best rack. Leon isn’t gay, not at all, but he’d sit here and bathe Ji-Woon with his mouth for hours on end.
He spares a glance up at the other. Ji-Woon still has that cocky expression dancing on his parted lips but now he huffs out soft breaths, a longer sigh when Leon drags his tongue agonizingly slow across his nipple. “You a personal trainer?” Leon asks, a teasing lilt in his voice when he throws back the question from earlier.
It draws a laugh from Ji-Woon. There’s this subtle hint of mania to the way he laughs, a quiver in it that sounds just slightly crazed. He shakes his head but then shoots a wink down at Leon. “It’s just for you.”
They’re strangers, just a drunken hook up. That shouldn’t cause Leon to throb the way it does.
He wraps one arm around Ji-Woon and pulls him into another kiss, hungering for it now. Absolutely starving after nearly a year of nothing, if he’s honest with himself, and it feels like this man is the only one that can sate him. Leon curls his fingers into the longer section of Ji-Woon’s hair as their lips press together, pulling him down too when Ji-Woon lays him back. Their bodies meld together, eliminating all space between them. Leon can feel his hips pulsing up towards his partner and he’d be embarrassed by the sheer neediness of it if Ji-Woon wasn’t matching his movements.
Making out and dry humping, he hasn’t done something like this since he was a teenager. Worse, something like this hasn’t worked him up so much since he was a teenager.
When they part, Leon is breathless, head swimming from arousal but he still has enough mind to pant out, “I haven’t-”
Ji-Woon snuffs the words with another kiss and Leon is becoming addicted to the other’s tongue in his mouth, pressing against every nerve there so expertly. “It’s okay, let me,” he says in that mellifluous drawl when he draws back then places a kiss on Leon’s cheek.
There is a twinge of guilt in just letting his partner do all the work, even more so considering this is just a one off fling, yet it seems that’s Ji-Woon’s preferred way to go so Leon nods slowly. After that, Ji-Woon wastes no time stripping him of his shirt and jeans then hums appreciatively at the officer sprawled beneath him in only slightly frayed gray boxers. (Once again, Leon curses the spontaneity of the situation; he would have worn ones that weren’t so aged if he expected to get picked up tonight). He cups his palm around the clothed silhouette of Leon’s arousal, squeezes with just enough pressure that has Leon letting out a stuttering breath. “Oh myyyy ,” he croons, tone on the verge of mocking, as he slides his hand along the length, fixing Leon with a playful gaze. “I thought you weren’t interested in men.”
It’s hard not to roll his eyes at the taunt as Leon says back, “Keep it up and I won’t be.”
And it seems the witticism amuses Ji-Woon as he lets out a laugh in reply. Then, in the blink of an eye, the boxers are gone and tossed away with the rest of his clothes.
Entirely exposed now, Leon shivers slightly at the air on his sweaty skin. There’s a twinkle of delight in Ji-Woon’s eye at that and he drags his hand over Leon’s abdomen, nails scraping lightly through trimmed pubic hair. Leon wants those skillful fingers around his cock but they skirt around the base with barely a centimeter’s breadth and he chokes on a whimper, feeling himself twitch with how badly he wants it. Instead Ji-Woon brings his fingers lightly across his inner thighs, tracing circles over the thin skin there.
Leon’s eyes flutter shut, stream of moans becoming more steady. He’s always been fairly reactive and vocal in the bedroom and Ji-Woon plays him like a delicate instrument. Any hesitation Leon had is stripped away now beneath his partner’s touch. Ji-Woon wants to do what he pleases? Let him, it’s sure to bring Leon his own pleasure too. Pliant and relaxed beneath the other, he whimpers when those lovely hands remove themselves. And then suddenly he finds his shoulders pressing down into the mattress as Ji-Woon lifts his hips up, his back against Ji-Woon’s chest and knees over his shoulders. He has a grip on Leon’s thighs as he nuzzles against the swell of his ass before using a hand to spread his cheeks. “Hey, wait a second, what are you- Ahhhhn!”
Protests are cut short when Ji-Woon levels teasing licks around his rim then dips his tongue in his hole, curling it against inner walls Leon had no idea were this sensitive. But Ji-Woon pulls back far too quickly and looks at Leon quizzically. “You don’t want it to hurt, do you?" he replies to the protests. That tilt of his head is far too cute for how depraved he looks with the line of saliva still connecting his lower lip to Leon’s entrance.
Sure… but it’s not like he’s ever had someone do something like this to him…
And then Leon realizes.
This means he is the bottom of their dynamic.
And more startling.
He wants to be.
With nothing said to the negative, Ji-Woon takes that as an invitation to continue. He spits on the hole before delving his tongue back inside. His pleased hums mix in with absolutely obscene wet noises as stretches those muscles with long licks to every inch he can reach. And no noise is more obscene than the ones slipping through Leon’s parted lips. Every “Mmhg!”, “Ohhh!” and “Nnnhh!” only spurs his partner, who slowly adds a finger beside his tongue. It’s perhaps the oddest feeling Leon has ever had, a digit pressing into him, rubbing at his insides. He isn’t quite sure what to make of it until it runs over a spotting in him the jolts pleasure up his spine and all the way down to his toes. “Ahh, fuck!”
He can’t see Ji-Woon’s face buried between his thighs but he can just imagine the smile he wears as his finger presses against that spot with every movement. “ Ahhn! Nnnngh, Jesus Christ!” Leon’s toes curl with the assault on his senses. With such a new and wonderful sensation, he can already feel heat coiling low in his belly. He would warn his partner but all that seems to leave his mouth is half formed curses and moans worthy of porn. “Fucking- Oh!”
And the absolute whimper that escapes him when Ji-Woon pulls away. “I can’t have this finishing too soon,” he says with a wink as he sets down Leon’s hips. A blessing, it turns out. Leon doesn’t realize how much his shoulders are aching until the pressure on them is relieved.
Ji-Woon stands to finish stripping himself, making a performance of it as he slides down his jeans and boxers and- shit, Leon has never been this entranced seeing another man’s dick before. It isn’t like he is particularly huge, maybe the larger end of average, and completely hairless. Leon swears his mouth isn’t watering when his eyes lock on the rosy tip, a bead of precum caught in the slit. The thought of this entering him… He shivers in anticipation, both nervous and excited. “How…” His voice falters and he clears his throat a little. “How do you want me?”
A good question, it seems, as a grin spreads over Ji-Woon’s lips, exposing his canines. “On your back is fine. Mmm, and hold your knees up to your chest.” He goes to follow the order, legs together at first before Ji-Woon knocks them open with a hand. Spread wide and naked like this, there’s more than a hint of embarrassment and part of Leon considers calling the whole thing off. But Ji-Woon looks over his toned physique and pink hole with such hunger in his eyes and whispers a praise in Korean, the pride of getting that reaction out of his partner dampens any self-consciousness entirely.
Out of the bedside table, Ji-Woon grabs a clear bottle of lube and a condom. He shoots another wink at Leon as he bites down on the corner of the wrapper then tears it open with a quick, practiced jerk of his head. “Putting on a show for me?” Leon asks and gets a chuckle in reply.
“This is only the warm up,” he says back as he slides on the condom.
With a knee on either side of Leon’s hips, he spreads lube across his member before rubbing some on Leon’s hole. He braces himself with a hand on the mattress as he slowly pushes past the tight ring of muscle. He takes care with every movement but Leon still winces at first, more from being unused to such a feeling than the slight burn of stretching. Ji-Woon gives a shallow, experimental thrust into the tightness and Leon lets go of his knees to hold onto his partner’s shoulders instead. He’s heard a few acquaintances talk about this sort of thing, mention the pain of their first time or the discomfort, and tell their first time horror stories of awkwardness and inconsiderate tops. Expecting all the worst of what he’s heard, the moan that slips out surprises him. “Ahhh, God.” It’s not forced at all and Leon is shocked by just how good it all feels.
It takes a minute for the tightness to let up enough for Ji-Woon to press inside him. But, inch by inch, Leon is already quivering, harsh pants at every incredible new sensation as he holds onto the man above him.
“Leon, your noises-”
“Ah shit, I’m sorry, I can-”
“They are magnificent , ” he breathes out in velvety tones into Leon’s ear. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
Leon knows his face flushes red as it heats up at the compliment but he doesn’t have any time to really feel embarrassed before Ji-Woon slowly pulls back then shoves back in with a powerful motion. It drags his member over all the best nerves and Leon throws his head back. “Nnngh!”
His hands on Ji-Woon’s shoulders serve as the only thing to keep him steady when his partner sits up and starts thrusting into him in earnest. Every motion forces Leon higher up the bed, only for Ji-Woon’s powerful hands to drag him back down, piercing him further on that blazing hot arousal. Leon’s moans are steady, even the slightest movement causing him to cry out. He can only dig his nails into Ji-Woon’s back, pleasure assaulting every sense, making his head blurry.
“Aaahhnn!” That spot again that shoots white hot ecstasy through him, makes him see stars. He’s pretty sure his nails are drawing blood now but it’s all he can do, a shivering mess beneath Ji-Woon’s incredible assault. It feels odd, still, having something hard driving deep inside him, but with every thrust rubbing against his prostate, Leon is becoming addicted to it. And the sounds Ji-Woon makes. That sonorous voice now coming out throaty and choked with pleasure. Leon feels a hint of pride at seeing Ji-Woon’s brows knit together, huffing out breathy moans with every thrust.
Their eyes meet before their mouths crash together, temporarily muffling them both as tongues press together until Ji-Woon pulls away enough to speak, their lips just brushing with every word. “Say my name. I want you to scream it.”
Jesus, why does being bossed around get to Leon so much. “J-Ji-Woon,” he mumbles obediently, tripping over his tongue.
Ji-Woon shudders in response and that’s all the encouragement Leon needs.
“Ji-Woon.” The other moans in reply, his thrusts becoming more harsh.
“Ji-Woon!” It’s exactly what he wants and he wraps his hand around Leon’s cock, stroking it in time with his movements.
“ Ji-Woon! ” Every beautiful, broken cry spurs him on more, relentless with his hips, the bed creaking in protest to his force, in time with obscene squelching and slapping echoing through the room.
Leon can barely think through the assault on his senses: the firm grip on his member, rubbing the sensitive head and smearing precum with every motion, the thick cock rubbing every perfect spot inside him, the other’s moans like music above him, matched with a piercing gaze, watching Leon fall apart beneath him in ways he never has before. All while, the only thing that can leave Leon’s lips now are breathy calls of Ji-Woon’s name. He can’t remember a single other thing through the fierce pleasure.
Leon doesn’t even feel his orgasm approaching until it shoots through him and he spills all over the other’s hand and his stomach. “Ji-Woon! J-Ji- ohhh, Ji-Woon! Ji-Woon, fuck !” The words tumble out of him as his body shudders with overwhelming ecstasy. His partner never even falters, basks in the disjointed cries of his name. His grip on Leon’s quivering thighs becomes bruising, thrusts rough and erratic, Ji-Woon desperate as he chases after his own release, which only sends more waves of pleasure crashing through Leon’s overstimulated nerves.
Ji-Woon’s hips stop pressed firmly against Leon’s, who can feel the thick member twitching inside of him. “Aaahhhn! Haa… haaa…” Ji-Woon has an incredible voice, even when raspy from orgasm. He gives a final roll of his hips that has them both whimpering, Leon’s noticeably higher pitched. He didn’t know he could sound like that during sex. And such thorough fucking must have scrambled his brains because he sincerely mourns using a condom, wishing he could feel his partner’s hot seed mark claim to him inside and out.
It isn’t exactly easy to close his legs after Ji-Woon pulls out, too sensitive between them but also Leon’s joints protest moving after being in one position for so long. He winces, almost has to use his hands to push his thighs together. They’re both sticky from sweat and fluids, Leon can feel lube drying between his legs, but neither of them make a move to clean up. The most done is Ji-Woon running a hand through his hair to tidy flyaway strands before he flops on the mattress next to Leon. And there’s the insecurity again. He knows what to do next with Ada - if it was morning, she’d kiss him and get up to start her day while Leon laid there for a solid half hour, trying to remember how to function after an orgasm. In the evening, a quick shower together before curling up in each other’s arms. But the person next to him now certainly isn’t Ada, he has a growing burn in his lower back to remind him of that, and he isn’t sure what one does after the hook up.
He just starts to consider getting up and dressing when Ji-Woon opens his arms with an expectant look. Leon blinks but message received, and he slides closer to the other, lays his head on Ji-Woon’s chest, able to hear his heartbeat leveling out, they are both still breathless after all.
He isn’t underwater.
Leon almost gasps with the realization. Sounds are crisp and clear, the moonlight is bright through the peeks in the curtains, the arm around him heavy and warm, warmth seeping into himself, the room heavy with odor of sex, the scent of Ji-Woon next to him. The world isn’t gray and warped like it has been since the break up. Leon can breathe.
Leon sits up half a centimeter and studies Ji-Woon’s face. He’s already fallen asleep but even relaxed his features still hold a sharp quality to them. He’s handsome, certainly, even with his eyeliner more smeared than it had been. Leon runs a hand through his disheveled dyed hair. He’s just a man, nothing more, nothing less. A man Leon doesn’t even know all that much about, just a drunken hook up. Then… What is it about him?
Who are you and why the hell do you fix me?