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Tears run down Wonwoo's face as he struggles to breathe, his chest heaving up and down in a desperate attempt to get air into his lungs, hands tied by a thick rope behind him that it's almost impossible for him to even move it.
He tries to reposition himself on the floor, legs spread wider and shoulders relaxed, because he swears he's going break his fucking neck and burn his kneecaps if he as much as stays in this position for another second or two. But even if he tries to move and look for a more fucking comfortable position, he knows he's only going to drop and do whatever he wants anyway.
His throat is dry, itchy and full, and he couldn't even get a single coherent word out of him as he continues to push his face forward to meet the hard and quick thrusts, desperate for the release he's been chasing for the past minute now.
And fuck, he can't help but let out a loud groan when his hair was pulled back so hard he could almost feel his scalp burning. But he didn't say anything, not that he can, really, nor did he try to break free from the iron grip on his hair, because it's exactly how he likes it.
More! More, please!
But he couldn't say it because his mouth is full and busy. But the noise he makes is enough to get the message through his pre-orgasm state of mind.
"Look at you. So desperate and ready to drop on the floor for my cock."
He looks up and more tears run down the side of his face, but it's not because everything is hurting himㅡ god, he's crying because he is so fucking turned on and desperate to come and so, so thankful that he's being treated like how he likes it in bed.
Like he's a slut, a simple come dump, and a hole ready to be fucked hard by the very man that got him so addicted to what they have for a while now.
"That's right, baby. Open your mouth wider for me. Swallow my cock whole." Wonwoo lets out another loud mewl at the delicious sensation of thick, warm hands wrapped around his throat. "I'm going to fuck your mouth so hard you'll forget who you are for a day. You're nothing but a hole for me right now, you slut."
The grip around his hair and neck tightens and he yelps when his head gets yanked back when he attempts to find a more comfortable position so he could swallow his spit and the salty precum in his mouth. He continues to tear up at the burning feeling of his skin and the intense shaking of his legs, but again, he did nothing to stop it.
God, everything hurts but he's in no way trying to stop everything, to stop how brutally his mouth is getting fucked by a big, thick, and pulsating cock, like never before.
He's just sitting on the floor receiving everything his ex-boyfriend is giving him, butt naked, rope wrapped around his arms, a buttplug penetrating his still sore hole, and legs still shivering from the mind-blowing orgasm he just had a few moments ago. He gags when the tip of the cock hits the back of his throat and fuck did he almost come just at the feeling of being stuffed and the lewd noises resonating around the spacious room.
"Fuck, fuckㅡah, shit!"
He moans along with the hot liquid gliding down his raw and dry throat, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure all over his ex-boyfriend's body.
"MㅡMingyuㅡhng!"
"Fuckㅡ that was so good, baby. Your mouth is so perfect for my cock," Mingyu hisses as he continues to pump himself dry in Wonwoo's mouth. Mingyu's hand slaps his cheeks once, twice, not hard enough to hurt him but it still leaves a delicious stinging that almost had his own soft cock twitching in alert. Again.
He really gets turned on by all the things only Mingyu is willing to explore with him.
Wonwoo coughs hard before swallowing the whole thick, salty load after the cock gets pulled from his mouth. His jaw fucking hurts and his lips are swollen from all the make out sessions and dick-sucking he did like he's going to die if he doesn't get to have his lips around his cock a while ago.
He looks up and licks his still salty lips at the sight of his ex-boyfriend's still aching hard cock right in front of him. He still wants to have another round, to be roughly pushed against the wall, and slapped in the face and ass, and be called names that only Mingyu is allowed to call him in bed. But he knows that he needs to rest and take a quick nap since they've been at it for hours now.
He's fucking spent right now. He doesn't even think he's got more come left in him after all the fucking they've done.
"Amazing as usual," Mingyu only comments the moment he's done milking himself dry, sweat dripping down his face, chest and stomach. He then leans down to Wonwoo's level and smashes their lips together once again, not caring how messy Wonwoo still looks with drool and come running down the sides of his face.
But whatever, really. Mingyu is still shoving his tongue down his throat, hands gripping the back of his neck so hard it will definitely leave a mark in the morning, while being pulled even closer to breathe in each other.
"Better than Jeonghan?" he manages to ask when he pulls away.
"We don't talk about exes here," Mingyu growls and bits on Wonwoo's bottom lip hard.
"I am your ex, you shitface."
"The ex I'm fucking, so you don't count."
"But you still didn't answer my question. Am I better than Jeonghan?"
Mingyu rolls his eyes. "Do you really have to ask that? Of course, you are. A thousand times better than literally everyone else I've fucked."
Wonwoo shifts in his spot so his dick isn't touching the floor. And with that, Mingyu laughs at him, "All at you getting hard again. You might as well come again after I shower you with compliments again."
"Oh, fuck off. I still want you to fuck my mouth but I'm tired and my jaw's about to fall off."
"I'll fuck you and your mouth again after we take a nap, okay?"
Wonwoo squints his eyes at him suspiciously and Mingyu shakes his head. "That's a promise, Wonwoo."
And so they spend more time making out on the floor instead with his legs spreading even wider to accommodate Mingyu's large frame on top of him. The younger leans forward, more and more, until Wonwoo couldn't hold his balance anymore and fell on his back with his hands still tied and crushed between his body and the carpeted floor.
"Shit, can you untie me?" he rolls to his side and slightly pushes Mingyu off him with his knee.
"Why? I know we're gonna fuck again later anyways so why bother?"
"I'm going to piss all over your floor if you don't fucking untie me, Kim Mingyu."
After being free from the irritating rope and doing his business in the bathroom, Wonwoo comes back to the room, still naked, and collapses on top of also still naked Mingyu.
He could finally feel the joints and muscles of his body aching, as well as the stinging of the scratches on his chest and the marks left by the rope, which was safely shoved back to the bedside table again.
He and Mingyu have been in this weird cycle for the past month now. They meet up every weekend to release the stress they've accumulated for the week and chase the kind of pleasure only they can find in each other.
And he finds it funny how they were able to find out they like it extremely rough, degrading on Wonwoo's part, and that Wonwoo likes it painful, only after they broke up.
Really, the sex part wasn't entirely explored back when they were still dating, which made the current thing they have a little extra confusing for Wonwoo.
And it was weird enough to meet and fuck his ex-boyfriend to say the least in the first place. They've both just gotten out of their respective relationships, with Mingyu and Jeonghan breaking up first before Wonwoo and Junhui did a week later, and had come to a conclusion that engaging in this unusual agreement will help them keep themselves sane in their already chaotic personal lives.
And that's all they are right now, he thinksㅡ fuck buddies with no plans of going back to how they are a year ago. Fucking and indulging each other's fantasies without overthinking whatever is going on between them.
Besides, that's the point of their agreementㅡ let their other heads do the thinking for the whole duration.
Wonwoo sighs into Mingyu's chest as he closes his eyes in an attempt to relax his mind and body, a leg thrown over the other while his thigh touches the resting dick on Mingyu's stomach.
He tries to ignore the small voice in his head telling him to address the little shit he's been feeling deep inside himㅡ the part he so wants to disappear every time he spends time with Mingyu.
That feeling, it can fucking wait. He doesn't have the time to think about it because he's only got at least two hours until they check out and go back to their lives and pretend like they aren't fucking the frustration out of each other for a week.
He was about to drift off when he felt Mingyu heave a long sigh.
"I think we should stop this, Wonwoo."
Wonwoo lifts himself up with his elbow supporting his weight, his heavy and confused eyes searching for Mingyu's. "Stop what?"
"This."
"I need you to explain it properly, Mingyu," he squinted his eyes and started to get off him to keep distance between them. He could sense that Mingyu doesn't want to keep the conversation long but he knows there was no way out of this.
"We should stop seeing each other." And that's it. It frustrates Wonwoo so much that Mingyu still doesn't explain things to him properly and leaves him fucking guessing again even after they broke up.
"Why?"
Mingyu looks away with a huff, as if Wonwoo is dumb enough to ask the obvious. "Just because."
"We just had the most mind-blowing sex we've ever had, had you come in my mouth twice, and let you tie me up for hours, and now you want this to stop for, what, absolutely no reason at all?" Yeah, Wonwoo is tired, sore, absolutely fucking spent and dry, and pissed.
He planned to take a nap so he'd have enough energy to take a bus and go back to his dorm before his roommate comes back from his shift at the bar. But goddamn did Mingyu take that plan away from him.
"Why are you pissed?"
"Because you're not giving me an acceptable reason! You can't just say that after you promised to fuck me again!" He frowns and shoves the voice in his head back to where it came from, to stop it from saying something else.
Mingyu straightens up, a frown now gracing his face too. "You sound as if you can't find another dick to suck and fuck you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why are you pissed that I want us to stop? It's not like you can't find a dick by the evening anyway. That's how you got Seungcheol to fuck you so why are you extra pissed at me?"
Wonwoo moves away from him, his blood boiling at how nonchalant Mingyu sounds while he's right there trying to make sense of the pinching feeling at the pit of his stomach. He feels weird to be feeling this again, like he's been dumped all over again.
"If you could just give me a fucking reason why you want this to stop instead of acting like a dickheadㅡ"
"I just want out of this because Iㅡ" Mingyu runs a hand through his messy hair, "I'm looking for something else. Something that will excite me more. Like... I don't think I'm getting that excitement from you anymore."
Wonwoo knows it's just sex. They've been in this weird agreement for a reason they don't want to tackle and get involved again but shit, it's safe to say that it was too late for Wonwoo.
It's just sex for Mingyu but it's more than that for Wonwoo, whether he likes to admit it or not.
And he hates himself for it, for hoping and expecting that Mingyu could give him what he's craving for, not just sexually and physically, but also mentally and emotionally. He hates himself for ever thinking they'd be more than this after a whileㅡ that Mingyu will come back to him again even if sex is what will keep them from breaking apart.
And how dare he say he's not getting excited around him anymore when Mingyu nearly fucking come untouched earlier just at the sight of Wonwoo wearing an ohmibod.
Fucking liar.
"Are you bored of me?"
There's a shift in Mingyu's gaze that Wonwoo couldn't quite fathom. But he's too busy thinking of the worst about himself to even care.
"That's not what I want toㅡ"
"You're calling me boring, is that it?" His chest hurts, and he's breathing heavily because it's getting too much for him. He knows how that affects him so much because it's what Mingyu made him feel when they were still dating.
Like he's not enough, or maybe too much on some ocassionㅡ never the type that will satisfy Mingyu one way or another. And after discovering the fact that they both like similar things in bed, with Wonwoo wanting to be hurt while Mingyu wanting to hurt him, he thought he'd finally found something that could make Mingyu stay with him.
But in the end, it's still not enough. He is not enough to keep Mingyu around.
"I'm not calling you boring. It's just thatㅡ we need to explore other things with other people, you know? I... I didn't mean it to sound like that, Wonwoo."
Wonwoo laughs at that. Hell, why the fuck is he getting too worked up over shit like this.
"Yeah, I can get dicks as easy as counting butㅡ" fuck you for making me feel like this again, "ㅡyou really didn't have to be a dick about it by indirectly calling me boring and that you're bored with whatever we have."
"God, Wonwoo, it's just sex! Why can't you just accept it and pretend like we didn't even meet up these past weeks?"
"Because this is just sex for me, Mingyu! You've done this before, you telling me that you're fucking bored out of your mind that's why you broke up with me. And doing that shit again, right after fucking me shitless, just reminded me of what happened between us!"
Wonwoo knows what he signed up for when he agreed to fuck and be fucked by Mingyu a month ago but it still didn't help him lessen the pain he's feeling. Fuck, how can he ever separate his feelings from sex?
Maybe doing this with Mingyu was the worst thing he's ever done in his life.
And Mingyu is right about what he said, that they should just end it right here before Wonwoo can dig himself an even deeper hole to bury his own body in.
"Wonwooㅡ"
"Are you bored now because you've finally fucked me like you never did before? You've finally seen a side of me that no one knows so now that you did, you decided that you've had enough? Is that it?"
"Stop putting words in my mouthㅡ"
"No, fuck you!" he starts to stand up and scan the area to look for his discarded clothes floor all around the room. His pants is on the coffee table, his underwear is on the fucking lamp, and his shirt is nowhere to be found.
Shit, if he just wasn't covered in hickeys and bruises all over his body, he'd bolt out of this room with as much as a second glance.
"I'm done letting you discard me like a toy after getting what you want from me. I don't want to feel like I'm not enough just because you are bored of me again." He swears he's never this quick in putting on his underwear and pants and he ignores the way Mingyu shifts in his bed with a look on his face that Wonwoo refuses to address.
No. He doesn't have the right to look broken and sad when he's the one making Wonwoo feel like fucking shit again.
He's tired, so sore, and fucking sensitive, but most importantly, he's done.
"Wonwoo, I'm sorryㅡ"
He doesn't hear what Mingyu said next because Wonwoo feels himself getting pulled again, his chest slamming into a body with his lips being devoured like a hungry man. Instead of pushing Mingyu away, punching his face, and cursing him for ever touching him again after all that, he didn't move his lips and stood still.
His mind was telling him to have self-respect and leave this asshole in the room but his body seems to have made a decision already of staying.
Mingyu pulls away, his forehead on his with his minty breath fanning his face. "I'm sorry for making you feel that way, Wonwoo. That was not my intention at all."
"Fuck you." He spits but he still pulls the back of Mingyu's head to kiss him back again. Wet, bruised lips, tongue violating each other's mouth, and hands gripping each other's body parts like their lives depended on it.
Shit, it was enough for Wonwoo. He needs more. He needs to feel Mingyu again and be reminded that he's still hereㅡ that none of them are walking away because they both wanted this.
"No, please, listen to me," Mingyu pulls away with a hiss when Wonwoo bites his bottom lip. "That was not what I meant. I'm so sorry for pushing you away like that."
Wonwoo chases after his lips and bites them again.
"I just want you to find someone else that can give you what you want, baby. You deserve more than just a hard fuck every weekㅡ"
"I don't fucking care. You don't get to decide what's best for me, Mingyu," he says with a hiss before reaching down to cup his ex-boyfriend's unclothed dick once again. The younger lets out a breathy moan at that, his words obviously forgotten by the sensation of Wonwoo's hand on his cock.
"I don't want to hurt you again, Wonwoo," he replies while unbuttoning Wonwoo's pants once again and pushing them down. "I justㅡ don't want you hurt you anymore."
"I want you to hurt me, Mingyu. Hurt me like you always did."
Mingyu pulls away from their kiss again and glares at him. "That's not what I mean."
"And I still don't care. Hurt me in whatever ways you can," he kicks his pants off, landing on the coffee table once again, and discards his underwear because that's not something he'll need until the morning, he thinks.
He then drops to the floor once again, his hands touching and massaging Mingyu's thighs all the while his eyes are looking at the latter with such darkness in his eyes. He takes his tongue out and gives Mingyu's aching cock a kitten lick at the tip before he challenges him again, but for a different reason this time.
"I want you to hurt me again, Mingyu. Just don't fucking leave me with that bullshit reason again."
This was not how he wanted the night to end but he still had Mingyu's arms wrapped around him when he woke up the next day.
He knows this isn't right and that this is a really bad idea, but at least he has Mingyu sleeping beside him on the bed.