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The moment they step foot into the room, the door behind them swings shut.
Although Kim Dokja had a suspicious feeling that this would happen anyways, he decides to check on it nonetheless.
His hands grip around the doorknob, pulls roughly once, twice, then he throws his hands to his side in exasperation. His eyes narrow at it, shiny lustre untainted by not an ounce of his handprint. He grabs it again — two hands this time — twists, places both feet on the wall and leans all his weight backwards. It does not budge. Damned door.
Kim Dokja takes a beat to stare at the wall, mentally decides to give up and surveys the room instead: four flat white walls, no windows, no decor save a white bed — and in other words, no exit. He couldn't help but feel horribly unsettled; it was all bleach white and Kim Dokja feels akin to a lab rat in an experiment. It was too pristine, freaky. His forehead creases. Especially because..
"Kim Dokja." This sunfish bastard is with him too. Yoo Joonghyuk marches up to him, a raging storm brewing on his features. Kim Dokja feels his stomach churn nervously in response.
"What's the meaning of this?" He demands, lips curling down threateningly, tone sharp to the point that the smallest pressure against skin could cause blood to burst.
Kim Dokja doesn't like how Yoo Joonghyuk's gloved hand drifts further and further to the sword at his hip and he slowly backs up with a crinkled smile on his face. He thinks he gets more wrinkles from trying to appease Yoo Joonghyuk than the scenarios themselves. "I'm not too sure either," he laughs nervously, puts his hands in the air to show he truly means no harm.
Yoo Joonghyuk's eyebrows furrow deeper as he corners Kim Dokja inch by inch and Kim Dokja takes his final steps backwards as he feels his back meet the smooth expanse of the wall.
Yoo Joonghyuk has grown concerningly observant of him after his death at the Dark Castle. He’s been tailing him everywhere which means: fighting with him, eating with him, sleeping with him... Going to the washroom with him. On the occasion Kim Dokja tried to get some rest, it was hard to just lay down and pretend he couldn't feel those raging eyes on the back of his head — beady, burning and seething into his very existence.
Yeah sure, let's say Kim Dokja is grateful for this constant monitoring that borders on being horribly annoying. He's glad that Yoo Joonghyuk cares enough about him as a comrade to go to such great lengths to protect him. But that's just a nicer way to phrase that he's keeping him in check. Probably from being offed. Again. And that's what Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't understand: Kim Dokja just kinda needs to die sometimes and that can't be helped when the situation calls for it.
You see this morning, Kim Dokja woke up with a goal in mind: gather materials for the upcoming scenario. There were lots of things to prep, lots of things to do to make sure they weren't all completely obliterated. And maybe this was also the day right after they had just finished another scenario, but so what? A soldier? A regressor? Psh, trying being a Korean office worker, now that's someone who doesn't know the sweet bliss of rest. He'd let those guys get some rest; today Kim Dokja was the breadwinner. And just as he finished pulling on his jacket, he felt a heavy weight slam on his shoulder. Ouch. He doesn't even need to look behind him to know who it is.
"Where are you going?" Yoo Joonghyuk's voice sounded behind him, words enunciated so stiff they could cut the air in half. His fingers dug into Kim Dokja, not just as a warning, but to serve the knowledge that even if Kim Dokja tried to run Yoo Joonghyuk's steel grip would lock him into place. Surrender it unfortunately was.
Kim Dokja turned around, attempted to keep his face civil and explained, "Out. You should go back to sleep you know? It's pretty early," Kim Dokja said. 5 a.m. to be exact. The ass crack of dawn, one too premature for most people. He hoped to get the man off his heels, but he also just needed the regressor to fucking sleep. He couldn't have this world go to shit if Yoo Joonghyuk decided to die of fatigue.
"Seriously." He tacked on.
"I won't say it again." Yoo Joonghyuk's hand inched closer to Kim Dokja's throat. God, this guy, only three rounds of regression yet he already had the habit of resorting straight to violence. "Where are you going." Not a question, but a statement, how absolutely Yoo-Joonghyuk-esque.
Kim Dokja inwardly seethed, but spoke nonetheless, saving his neck the pain, "I was just hoping to gather some supplies." Supplies for what? It's vague and Kim Dokja knew he should've been more specific when Yoo Joonghyuk eyes tapered some more at him. He also doesn't happen to mention it's a little scenario of it's own.
"I'm going with you." Yoo Joonghyuk seemingly made up instantly, picked up his own coat and slung it on. Kim Dokja looked on blankly at the sight and felt a tiny part of him die internally. When Yoo Joonghyuk got up, his eyebrows furrowed once more and he glared, "Kim Dokja stop staring like an idiot and lead the way."
Hence the predicament.
Yoo Joonghyuk is acting like Kim Dokja knew this would happen. To be fair, usually, but Kim Dokja only had heard about this from a friend of a friend, through the grapevine and by a little birdie about the hidden goodies from this scenario. So basically, a trusted source and not his fault at all.
Good lord, Yoo Joonghyuk was drilling holes into Kim Dokja's face as if he did not voluntarily come here; what a joke. Kim Dokja glares back, fine have it his way. Suddenly there's a familiar chime and Kim Dokja's head whizzes speedily to stop locking eyes with Yoo Joonghyeok.
They both see it. The scenario window.
[Scenario: ♡ Alternate Universe Dice Roll ♡
Difficulty: F
Penalty for failure: Death]
An alternate universe, huh. Kim Dokja hasn’t heard the term since his high school days and he remembers Lee Jihye mentioning the likes of it as well because apparently it’s somehow still popular. Sometimes he would just copy down TWSA during class, but replace Yoo Joonghyuk's name with his instead and pretend that it was him inside — if that's what constitutes as fan fiction and not plagiarism.
Yoo Joonghyuk in identical stupor reflects on the words listlessly.
Kim Dokja makes the first move grabbing for one of the small dice on the table. His hands cusp the die but before he can roll it, Yoo Joonghyuk goes barreling towards him.
"Kim Dokja, wait-", he's drawing his sword as if in preparation to attack but before he can move he's restricted. Static blue sparks fly upon even the slightest of contact towards Kim Dokja, and regardless of his efforts Yoo Joonghyuk is left brimming with anger only a couple of inches behind him.
"Hah," Kim Dokja let's out a small laugh at the site of the sulking bulky man. Sucks to suck. He turns back, index finger and thumb clutching the small cube pensively. Looks like only one person can roll for them. Kim Dokja reflects. He deliberates on entertaining Yoo Joonghyuk's fury but decides to set it aside once establishing the main priority.
He rolls the dice, watches the small square smack down onto the eerily white table, just turning and turning and turning.... It spins for what feels like an eternity before Kim Dokja hears a 'ping' sound above his head.
"Congratulations! You've chosen the omegaverse!"
Omegaverse? Kim Dokja's eye twitches at the word. A few things come to mind, but nothing that truly cements the idea in his head. The strange wolf kingdom or the math terms? Whatever the case Kim Dokja has to be prepared. What it was for, however, was the question.
A hand whirls him around and Kim Dokja can practically hear the frost that gathers on Yoo Joonghyuk's icy tone as he snarls, "Kim Dokja do you have any idea what this is?!" His gloved hand buries itself into the fabric of Kim Dokja's collar as his whole body is hoisted up to face Yoo Joonghyuk's venomous face.
Unfortunately Kim Dokja does not. He tries to spit out what he knows, "Well it's an alternate universe. I'm sure you can piece together what that means yourself, things like: a zombie apocalypse or a universe where scenarios don't exist for example!" He makes an attempt to joke; Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t find it funny and his glare only worsens.
Kim Dokja's eyes glance upwards over the fluffy mass of Yoo Joonghyuk's hair and points with his finger, "You have something above your head, look. Says 'Alpha'." Kim Dokja has a bad feeling about this. Nonetheless curious to know more, he then motions to himself, finger waggling, "And me? What about me? Do I have one?"
You Joonghyuk's eyes drift upwards, then from left to right, before they center back on Kim Dokja, double eyelids crumpling into a hooded glare. "Omega." He murmurs, before he flings Kim Dojka from his grip.
As Kim Dokja falls to the ground, he wishes to go home and also for the longevity of his tailbone. When he lands, and lands he does, with a crash against the wall, he's scrambling back up and dusting off his knees, "Yoo Joonghyuk, do you know what an omegaverse is?"
Yoo Joonghyuk looks back at the pathetic sight of Kim Dokja squabbling about, eyes squinting in pure disgust before he turns back, "No."
Figures. If you were a pro-gamer and then thrust into being a death-mongering regressor, you most likely didn't have enough time to look at alternate universe jib-jab that according to Lee Jihye is popular with high school girls. Well — Kim Dokja scans over Yoo Joonghyuk's frame — that's probably a good thing, it'd be slightly concerning if Yoo Joonghyuk did know what high school girls like.
Kim Dokja sits on the floor, legs crossed over one another, a contemplative hand underneath his chin. He ponders deeply: the omegaverse — what exactly did that entail? To his suspicion, did this really mean that him and Yoo Joonghyuk were placed in some intricate wolf hierarchy? Alpha and omega; would they be required to nurture young wolf cubs? From the extent of his knowledge, Kim Dokja is pretty sure that that whole gag had been soon disproven in the first place, so if not the animal kingdom would they be solving mathematical problems? That was no good, Kim Dokja was too busy being bullied in high school to pay attention. If not math, then nutrition?There was omega-3, and omega-6, but where did the word 'alpha' come into play then?
He limps over to the bed and flops down onto the clean surface.
Right, back to the wolf hierarchy thing-
A loud ring reverberates through the room and Kim Dokja lazily turns his head to see Yoo Joonghyuk repeatedly attacking the door. Perhaps it was his lack of regressions that explained the insufficiency of foresight; if not one to use his brain, the man would resort to brute force. Regardless Kim Dokja does not care, or rather, can not care. He feels strangely dizzy anyways.
Yoo Joonghyuk aims the tip of his sword at the door. Levels his breathing, focuses the intensity into where he wants it to positively break. Despite a force wave that would kill thousands, the doorknob remains untarnished. It's positively blooming and Yoo Joonghyuk could nearly make out a smile from the yellowed hubris completely and utterly mocking him. How annoying, it was pissing him off so badly that it became personified.
He glances over at the strangely silent Kim Dokja. That man was either on two modes. One: rambling nonsensical garble or two: attempting to kill himself while rambling nonsensical garble. Perhaps he was just musing to himself, Yoo Joonghyuk tried to reason with himself but it did little to quell the uneasiness in his heart.
What was going on in Kim Dokja's head? Floundering about when they had just escaped another near-death experience? After that last incident at the Demon Castle, Yoo Joonghyuk could not bring it in him to leave Kim Dokja alone, completely in fear that the man would up and leave at one point or worse, have his empty little corpse conked out on the ground. It didn't help that the moment Kim Dokja had rolled that unconventional looking dice he felt a little weird.
Phew. He tugs off his trench-coat quickly, it was beginning to feel hot, but Yoo Joonghyuk credits it to his enormous effort in breaking down the door. Once again, he would try. He has an absolutely horrible feeling about this situation and he believed that an exit holds the key to solve it. He aims his sword once again and strikes.
For what feels like hours he's beefing with a doorknob. Somewhere in between he pauses and sends a message to Han Sooyoung to alert her of their strenuous dilemma, before it's back to slashing.
Yoo Joonghyuk can tell he feels more irrational than usual. Yes he is getting angry, but he should not be getting this angry. He has been in far more lucrative situations, far more perilous dangers that have caused him to go to hell and back. But yeah, fuck doorknobs right?
A ludicrous amount of sweat pours from his palms that clench his sword, and he can feel his heart beating haywire from the confines of his chest. Somewhere inside of him, it was pounding so quickly, for something, someone-
"Hah.."
His body goes frigid. The sound, so small in nature, so quiet, seems to have enraptured all of his attention. With the slide of his pupil, Yoo Joonghyuk can make out what seems to be a form curled up on the bed. There's a pink haze that engulfs the air around it, and Yoo Joonghyuk's vision is filled with dots and dots of it. Something in him tells him to follow, drop his sword along with it and he takes a heavy step towards the haze before he begins a full on sprint in a trance-like state.
The scent in the air is damn near intoxicating; a hint of cinnamon that you could sprinkle on glazed buns and French toast and all sorts of lovely thing and it reels Yoo Joonghyuk in as he blindly stumbles after, fractions of his reason flying away upon every whiff of it. In a few short strides he's at the edge of the bed.
The origin of this addictive scent, the sight that made his heart palpitate madly, the form that made him want to downright defile. It was none other than Kim Dokja.
His black hair is matted against his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his face. His chest rises up and down through harsh, shaky inhales and exhales. Yoo Joonghyuk takes note of the fetal position that Kim Dokja assumes. He looks in pain and a part of Yoo Joonghyuk's heart twinges in accordance. He turns the man over and notices the dazed-out expression the man harbours.
"Kim Dokja!" He snaps. Kim Dokja's eyes look dazedly into the ceiling and Yoo Joonghyuk brings a hand to shake him roughly, "Kim Dokja! Kim Dokja!" He repeats. Yoo Joonghyuk thinks he's going a little coo coo right now.
What was Kim Dokja doing lying down like such a weakling? He must've over done himself — like he always does — and is reaping the consequences. But what is Yoo Joonghyuk doing: rattling him like a madman and screaming his balls off? Better yet, what are the both of them doing? And also better yet, since when did Kim Dokja look so appetizing?
To his relief, Kim Dokja gains a semblance of consciousness after several slaps to the face and murmurs confusedly, "Yoo Joonghyuk?" Yoo Joonghyuk breaks out of his haze and regains focus. However before he can take action Kim Dokja winces and clutches his stomach. "Yoo Joonghyuk, why are you slapping me?" He groans and shudders, curling in on himself more, adding as an afterthought, "I feel sick."
Yoo Joonghyuk cannot do anything but stare dumbly down at the man. The gears are slowly clicking in his head, but not quite enough.
Kim Dokja is alright — Kim Dokja is alright! Thank goodness! That's good.. God, that's great! Do you know what else sounds good? Kim Dokja.
"Did you find a way out yet?" Kim Dokja's voice is hoarse.
Yoo Joonghyuk leers at the man as a response.
Good lord, since when have Kim Dokja's collarbones seemed so attractive? Yoo Joonghyuk wants to run his tongue along his smooth bones and bite into that soft flesh. And that pale skin; he wanted to make it bloom red with his mouth, mark up the sides of Kim Dokja's neck, lick it over to soothe the wounds. How absolutely tantalizing.
"Yoo Joonghyuk?" Kim Dokja questions, feeling the weight of the man's stare bore into him as he attempts to sit back up. Yoo Joonghyuk notices how his shirt is unbuttoned and hangs open, leaving nothing to the imagination. He could see the faint outline of abs that was highlighted by the light, how Kim Dokja's pecs seemed to shine from the moisture of his sweat, the rigidness of his pink nipples against his shirt, protruding and making two little peaks on that black button-up of his. This was just too erotic, oh my god.
"Yoo Joonghyuk?!" Kim Dokja's voice raises to a shout and borders agitation. Yoo Joonghyuk goggles at his face instead and drool begins to pool in his hanging mouth.
Heavens, those eyes. Full of soul, hope. Each blink brought on a flutter of long lashes. Yoo Joonghyuk wants nothing more than to fill them with tears.
That's not just it.
He wants Kim Dokja to call his name with those shiny puckering lips of his. For his long, muscled legs to wrap around Yoo Joonghyuk's waist and pull him in close so that their outlines are bound tightly against each other. For Kim Dokja to look at him and only him, exist for him.
With these things in mind, Yoo Joonghyuk's befuddled mind quickly comes to one conclusion: every cell in him is screaming to positively ravage Kim Dokja's body!
"Yoo Joongh- mmph!" Yoo Joonghyuk crashes his lips against Kim Dokja, equivalent to the force of a tidal wave on the sandy floor. His tongue pries it's way into the man's mouth, exploring every crevice that it had to offer, licking between his teeth, tugging on his tongue, all to just completely taste the man below him. Yoo Joonghyeok's body cages Kim Dokja's body and he can feel how madly their heartbeats resonate with each other. Finally, he releases Kim Dokja, gulping in large breathes of air, quickly cutting off the line of spit that connected their mouths with a lick of his lips.
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Joonghyeok finally replies and it shocks him internally just how much of it is a growl. His hands encircle around Kim Dokja's waist, lifting the man effortlessly to sit on his lap. He brings him into his body, arms squeezing the man tight and entertwines their mouths once again. Kim Dokja although still in shock opens his mouth again in response almost instinctively. He's openly moaning, shuffling into Yoo Joonghyuk's hold so that their bodies are pressing into each other. Each time their lips part Yoo Joonghyeok whispers Kim Dokja's name like a mantra before he pulls him in for another kiss.
It takes a good amount of willpower for Kim Dokja to finally pull away from Yoo Joonghyuk, and for good this time. As he heaves, attempting to get his breath back, he takes a look at Yoo Joonghyuk's disheveled appearance. He's bare of his coat, hair mussed up with ends sticking up in all directions from North to West. Something about his eyes are absolutely primal, and god, did it enthrall Kim Dokja.
So this is what the allusive omegaverse was? Something that made them want to rip each other's clothes off and mate like crazy?
Kim Dokja feels his hard-on against Yoo Joonghyuk's and inadvertently grinds, causing them to both groan lowly before he snaps back to reality. He was getting off track — he needs to reassess: fucking Yoo Joonghyuk? Namely, they were comrades and also, Kim Dokja likes woman.
Still, the way Yoo Joonghyuk's arms cage him; Kim Dokja loves the heat that emanates from the man's tight grip and oh how the meat of his sinewy arms flex to clutch Kim Dokja's body as close to his as humanly possible, god, kill him now! Kim Dokja has always acknowledged how attractive Yoo Joonghyuk is (after all he is the man whose beauty slaps everyone once or twice in the face), but that does not necessarily correlate with finding him romantically attractive and certainly won't ever — good fucking god, the sweat that drips down his thick tan neck made Kim Dokja want to bite into the fruitful skin... fuck.
"Kim Dokja, take this off." Yoo Joonghyuk releases one arm to tug at Kim Dokja's shirt. His lips are pressed against Kim Dokja's neck, sucking shallowly at the skin, looking up with eyes that positively demand him. They focus on Kim Dokja with such intense lust that it make his insides feel all squirmy.
"Yoo Joonghyuk, j-just one second." Kim Dokja splutters, raises a hand and slurs. Words are kind of difficult to produce right now when all he could think about was the fact that for some reason he wanted Yoo Joonghyuk's cock inside of him, "D-do you really want tuh do this with me? T-there'sa probably a different solution than just," he peers down, sees the tent that protrudes from Yoo Joonghyuk's pants and gulps before adding, "Y'know what I'm getting at?"
Maybe if Yoo Joonghyuk's brain had not been so addled with thoughts of corrupting Kim Dokja, maybe if he could form a less than coherent thought that he should stop, maybe if he didn't feel so pressured to say no to his instincts. But that's a maybe, not a certainty. What's a certainty is that he needs to be inside Kim Dokja like right now.
"Kim Dokja." It comes off both annoyed and aroused. "Bit late you think?" He murmurs, a rough grumble slipping out and tugs at Kim Dokja's shirt with just enough restraint that it doesn't go splintering into tatters. He takes Kim Dokja's hand to rest on his crotch and asks, "What do you think this means?"
Kim Dokja stares in stupor. Feels the hardness of Yoo Joonghyuk's dick beneath his palm. It's pulsing like it's got a fucking heart of its' own. This is physical, undeniable proof of Yoo Joonghyuk's devotion to him — this means that it was okay right?
Unconsciously his face is drifting closer and closer to Yoo Joonghyuk's, mouth open panting like a pathetic puppy. His face is flushed like a tomato and his tongue is beginning to loll out of his mouth. Perhaps he's beginning to feel so kooky that his eyes are watering and tears are gathering on the rims.
Just this much should be okay though right?
Or maybe a couple of inches closer.
Their lips were nearly touching at this point.
He falters.
But what about after? What would happen once they got out of this god-forsaken, claustrophobia-inducing room? What would they tell everybody else? Yeah we fucked to survive instead of breaking down a door like normal people, did you guys know Yoo Joonghyuk's really good at se-
Maybe this wasn't the best idea.
Yoo Joonghyuk makes a huff of annoyance and takes his hand to grip Kim Dokja's face into place.
"Yes," he raises an eyebrow, glares, "Or no, Kim Dokja?"
God, Yoo Joonghyuk's so fucking hot. Fuck it, this is a good idea.
Kim Dokja nods once, an additional few more and then instantly his body is lunging for more.
"Yoo Joonghyuk," Kim Dokja sighs, relaxing into the other man's arms almost immediately. Fuck, this feels so good. Yeah, he'd reap the consequences later, for now he'd just bask in Yoo Joonghyuk's presence.
Kim Dokja feels a warm heat emanate from his chest. Just being in such close proximity with Yoo Joonghyuk has him feeling horrendously lightheaded.
"Y-Yoo Joonghyuk, I-I—” hastily he's unbuckling his belt with his left hand and slides down his pants with record-breaking speed. He takes his hand to jerks himself off as he leans his head against Yoo Joonghyuk's chest, drool falling from his mouth as he whines, "Want you, ngh!" He thumbs at the slit of his cock, and continues to pant, "Fuck, I want you inside."
Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a groan at the sight: Kim Dokja is leaking like a fucking bitch and he's definitely acting like one in heat too. Yoo Joonghyuk will give him what he wants, give him what he needs and right now that just means fingering Kim Dokja.
His finger trails down and pauses at the contact. It's wet; a ludicrous amount of slick coats his fingers upon first touch and he really tries to go slow, just barely able to hold himself back from piercing straight into the man and as tentatively possible sinks a finger in.
Kim Dokja is unbelievably tight and Yoo Joonghyuk wonders how good it would feel to have his cock inside instead, surrounded by cushiony walls of organs that pulse and contract to positively rob him of all the cum stored in his balls. Kim Dokja twitches slightly in his hold once his finger is fully in and Yoo Joonghyuk sucks in a breath. He adds another and another until Kim Dokja is digging his nails into his back and slick splatters each time he fucks back onto Yoo Joonghyuk's hand. If Yoo Joonghyuk inclined his fingers at a certain angle and hit at a certain point Kim Dokja would mewl and grab him tighter than ever before, hole sucking down on his knuckles.
Finally he pulls his fingers out of Kim Dokja and the man crumples against his shoulders. He looks both defeated and honestly slightly infuriated, a slight frown pulling on his features and an expression that showed he had nothing else but sex inside of his head. He's already grinding down on Yoo Joonghyuk's thighs again and his hole just looked so empty really.
Kim Dokja produces a small sniffle before tearing up and makes the most pathetic whine, "What are you doing? H-hurry up, god—", he's babbling, looking back to fuck his own hole if Yoo Joonghyuk is not willing to do it but stops to see the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk's cock right behind his ass. It's hard, red and angry.
Finally Kim Dokja's mouth waters, feels the saliva practically pool and slip from his open spit-slicked lips. He doesn't get much time to marvel though because Yoo Joonghyuk slams his cock inside immediately.
"Ah!" Kim Dokja's body buckles and he grabs onto Yoo Joonghyuk for poor stability as the man rams into him. Each thrust makes him see stars and his thighs shake from the sheer force that Yoo Joonghyuk fucks him with.
"I was trying to take it slow but you're just so fucking needy, huh?" Yoo Joonghyuk snarls into his ear, holds down Kim Dokja's waist with his arms. Kim Dokja wails, nods, doesn't care that Yoo Joonghyuk is technically insulting him because every word that the man spits has Kim Dokja hanging on desperately.
"You can't live without me." He quips, runs his tongue along the dip of Kim Dokja's neck and sucks. A particular thrust has Kim Dokja's arms tightening around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck, and Yoo Joonghyuk fucking smiles. "God, babe, weren't you just made for this?"
Yeah maybe this was meant to happen: Yoo Joonghyuk inside Kim Dokja, fucking him like the omega he is. He'll make him know his place, make him know who he belongs to.
Kim Dokja makes a muffled moan into Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder as a response. He really, really can't think right now, not with Yoo Joonghyuk stuffing up his guts.
"Ha-Joonghyuk.." Kim Dokja whines. He mewls like a little slut every time Yoo Joonghyuk's cock pulls out, already begging for the man to slam it back in within the few seconds that it's out. "—Hyuk!" He cries as it pummels back in hitting his prostate.
Yoo Joonghyuk growls in return, low and thrumming from his chest, and he feels horribly satisfied with how subservient the omega was. He nips and licks at Kim Dokja's neck, sucks hard enough for a patch of red to blossom beautifully. This is what marksmanship is about!
Kim Dokja's back suddenly hits the bed as Yoo Joonghyuk swivels him around. He takes the omega's hips, grips into those love-handles and pumps like it's his fucking lifeline in there.
Kim Dokja's stomach inflates and deflates each time Yoo Joonghyuk pulls in and out. The observation makes Yoo Joonghyuk splay a hand over Kim Dokja's belly, tests his hypothesis by thrusting inside Kim Dokja and confirms that it is indeed his cock that's causing that cute little bulge. He presses his palm down, watching the way Kim Dokja squirms and makes out a garbled moan, then a horrible thought intrudes his mind.
"I should impregnate you."
Kim Dokja snaps out of his lust-filled haze for just enough time to recognize the absurdity of the statement and quickly chokes out a confused, "Pregnant?!"
But the way he clenches down on Yoo Joonghyuk feels like a positive affirmation and Yoo Joonghyuk thinks that's enough encouragement to continue, "Yeah," he pauses to run a hand through his hair as he holds Kim Dokja's waist to slam the man down onto his cock and suggests, "Knock you up with our pups."
"Uuh?" Kim Dokja has an arm behind him gripping at his pillow so hard his knuckles look like they'll pop out. He seems a bit too preoccupied with watching the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk's dick and somewhat delirious, mumbles incoherent nonsense in return. Yoo Joonghyuk persists.
"Would you like that Kim Dokja? Being bred full with my seed?"
The word seems to make something click in Kim Dokja finally and a dopey smile spreads across his face. He nods slowly.
"Wan' it." His voice quivers nervously and Yoo Joonghyuk feels his blood run cold. It’s like all the dopamine from Kim Dokja’s words got injected into his dick and he fucks even harder. Kim Dokja slurs, moans practically slammed out of him, "Want you to make me pregnant, Joonghyuk,” his sobs become muffled as he brings his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck to hug him close.
Fuck, Kim Dokja is so perfect. Yoo Joonghyuk feels nothing short of pure bliss right now and thanks the world for blessing Kim Dokja to him, the man that was so clearly and perfectly molded for Yoo Joonghyuk. Thank you, Star System, for letting them fuck, truly.
"Ya feel so good inside of me." Kim Dokja rambles, praises Yoo Joonghyuk's cock over and over like it's a godsend made for his hole. At this point it really is.
"Fuck, Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk hisses, his pace gradually becoming unstable.
Kim Dokja's eyes widen when he feels a warm heat curl around his cock. He locks eyes with Yoo Joonghyuk who replies, "Want you to come with me."
Yoo Joonghyuk thumbs the slit, runs his hand up and down over the base, all while pounding into that spot that makes Kim Dokja drip buckets.
With the tiniest shred of coherence he retains, Kim Dokja whispers faintly into Yoo Joonghyuk's ear, "Come inside me."
Yoo Joonghyuk thinks he's going to fucking explode. He’s shaking his head down rapidly for a ‘Fuck Yea’ and for an unbeknownst feeling he also spontaneously bites down on Kim Dokja's neck. He feels how his teeth draw pearly dots of blood, the terrible thrum that runs through his body as a result of it all and fuck this felt too good, this felt way too good. He was going to cum-
In moments Kim Dokja feels Yoo Joonghyuk's hips still and the warmth that gushes from below. Yoo Joonghyuk's fist works rapidly around Kim Dokja's cock in tandem and Kim Dokja is coming quickly after with a cry.
The filthy slosh of Yoo Joonghyuk's cum is pumping so deeply inside his guts, filling his hole up and mixing with his body's cells, working so very hard so that he'd always have a piece of the man, connected and linking them together. Kim Dokja loves it.
[You have met all the conditions to clear this scenario.]
Well, on second thought: did he?
Oh?
Oh.
What on earth have they done.
Clarity hits Kim Dokja full-force and he feels like he's been hit with three slaps worth from the force of gravity. Coming down from his high, he doesn't have nearly enough mental fortitude nor vigilance right now to look anywhere else but at the man looming above him. Eyes in a blaze, darkened, and narrowed heavily at him, Yoo Joonghyuk’s large body mass heaves with what Kim Dokja thinks is not exhaustion but pure, untainted, murderous intent. Kim Dokja forces himself to inhale despite the fear. Gulp.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck, shit shit shitt balls on a stick, Kim Dokja is going to die right here right now.
Well it was clear that neither of them were in their right mind, they could pass this off as a, well, not a drunken mistake but a mistake for sure. Yeah, there was still a chance to salvage this mess.
"Yoo Joonghyuk—" Kim Dokja begins, but Yoo Joonghyuk cuts him off.
"Kim Dokja," Right off the bat it's accusatory and although Yoo Joonghyuk makes no physical move to pose a threat to his life, his tone practically does the job for him, "Did you know this would happen?"
"What?!" Kim Dokja splutters. Why on earth would he want to have sex with this homicidal maniac? He anxiously attempts to push Yoo Joonghyuk off with his forearm but the man — steel wall of a chest — doesn't budge. He retorts, "Let me remind you that you're the one who wanted to come along with me."
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Joonghyuk snarls teeth baring and if Kim Dokja doubted his wolf hypothesis before, now it's being proven true in front of his eyes. "Don't play games with me and answer me prophet."
Kim Dokja let's out at a hoarse chuckle (probably a result of all that screeching from earlier).
"Can't use my skill on everything you know?" Kim Dokja thrashes wildly, hacking out the words below as he mirrors with his arms, doing his utmost to wriggle out of Yoo Joonghyuk's galvanized steel cage.
"Let's just forget about this okay?" He pleads.
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Joonghyuk tries to regain Kim Dokja's attention but to no avail. He raises an eyebrow, the other twitching down to express his annoyance. "Fuck, stop moving," he hisses as Kim Dokja squirms.
Enough is enough; Yoo Joonghyuk takes one hand and pins Kim Dokja's wrists above his head, the other to slam down the man’s quaking thigh and lastly leans his body weight down for good measure. No escape, and certainly more answers.
"You." Kim Dokja stills, eyes growing wide as marbles. He's ogling at Yoo Joonghyuk, mouth gaping open dumbly and Yoo Joonghyuk glares back at the man in silence. Kim Dokja's mouth closes slowly before opening once again, "...Why are you hard again?"
Hard? Maybe it's because it's been a while since he had sex, or maybe its because Kim Dokja keeps accidentally stimulating him while attempting escape, despite this Yoo Joonghyuk tries to maintain face.
"I-it's only natural,” he stutters, epically uncool.
"Natural?" Kim Dokja parrots back in doubt.
"Yeah. Just a natural biological response."