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It starts off when Zhenya pisses him the fuck off.
Honestly he doesn't remember what the other did this time. It's probably over something petty and insignificant– but it still makes him angry enough to act out on a plan.
“Zhenya.” Taekjoo says softly. His eye twitches at the other waving his hand in acknowledgement, but not actually answering him.
Cocky bastard.
“Zhenya.” He calls out again, but blond flips through the pages of the book he's reading. The brunet knows this fucker has to be doing it on purpose because the goddamn book is upside down.
“Why don't we have a drinking contest?”
Finally the younger man glances over, an eyebrow raised in amusement.
“A drinking contest.” His lover repeats. The other's voice is laced with mirth, setting his book down before leaning forward.
“I don't know, zainka. You always seem to have terrible luck when it comes to games.” The taller man grins, arrogance radiating off his body.
Taekjoo grits his teeth.
“Why? Afraid to lose?” He says, voice low.
Zhenya only laughs, shrugging.
“What are you offering if I win?”
He stiffens when he watches the way his lover looks at him. Zhenya is watching him in a predatory manner– a mischievous glint sparkles in those icy blue eyes as if planning his victory already.
“Whatever you want– and I mean that.”
Zhenya hums, leaning back.
“I already have what I want.” The blond muses, looking at his nails in boredom. “I already have you under me every night begging for my cock.”
Taekjoo swears he can feel his blood pressure rising, shaking in his seat.
“Fine. Just admit you're afraid you'll lose.”
Zhenya looks at him. For a moment Taekjoo is sure the other won't take the bait, but the blond offers him a grin.
Technically this is cheating, but he really wasn't planning on taking Zhenya on in a drinking contest. There was no way that man wasn't going to beat his ass, and then take him right there on their living room floor.
Not that he would have complained in normal circumstances. He knew what he liked.
But fuck, he was mad.
So Taekjoo might have added something to the other's drink. Maybe it was a drug to induce drowsiness, maybe it wasn't.
When he watches Zhenya taking a sip of his beer, the blond glances over at him with an amused look. He can feel his anxiety rising, suddenly feeling nauseous. He shouldn't have done this–
But the blond downs his drink with ease, setting his glass on the table.
“Is that all you got?” Zhenya all but purrs.
Holy fuck he doesn't know what this man is made of or if they're built differently in Russia, but it takes a few more beers to actually knock the blond out even with sleeping pills.
Taekjoo struggles to drag him into bed, and he wonders if Zhenya is somehow acting like deadweight subconsciously to spite him.
Eventually he does succeed in getting the blond into their shared bedroom, rolling him onto the bed, heaving.
He had to be doing this on purpose.
Taekjoo opens their nightstand and finds what he's looking for. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs, looking down at the younger man.
He almost pities the other with how angelic he looks. Zhenya is fast asleep, cheeks flushed slightly. He reaches over, stroking the blond's face and admires how soft he feels.
But compassion won't help him now– right now, Taekjoo desires revenge.
It doesn't take long for Zhenya to stir, but when he does the blond blinks sleepily. He watches his lover lift his head up, eyes slowly focusing on the scene in front of him.
Taekjoo is sitting directly across from, just slightly out of arms reach. The brunet is wearing a two piece lingerie set– it's black, with the fabric practically see-through. The edges are lined with lace, and tiny white bows are scattered across the piece. What seems to catch Zhenya's eyes is the garter belt that sits snuggly on his waist.
“Taekjoo.” He hears the blond say gruffly, his voice a bit rough from sleep and desire.
The brunet hums, leaning forward but still out of reach. He watches Zhenya's eyes narrow, the blond moving to reach out to him but struggles instead. Taekjoo can hear the other thrashing against the bed, the distinct jingling of metal heard in the air.
“Taekjoo.” Zhenya bites out, staring hard at the brunet who tilts his head.
“Zheyna.” He says back mockingly.
He lets out a laugh when Zhenya struggles again, the blond cursing.
“I knew you were acting strange,” The blond begins, his eyes watching Taekjoo's every moment in a calculating manner. “Then I tasted the beer you gave me. I thought there could be no way you would do that.”
Taekjoo watches Zhenya swallow when he crawls towards the blond, sitting down in his lap.
“Zainka,” The younger man continues, his face a light pink as he looks up at Taekjoo almost pleadingly.
Taekjoo hums, dragging his fingertips across Zhenya’s cheek in a gentle motion. He watches the other leaning against his touch, closing his eyes at the sweet gesture–
Slap.
His palm stings after connecting with Zhenya's cheek. He watches his lover's eyes widen, studying the redness that begins to form on soft, delicate skin.
“You've been bad, Yevgeny,” Taekjoo says coolly, dropping the diminutive name with ease.
Zhenya turns his head slowly, and Taekjoo can't help but shiver at the look the other man gives him.
“Oh?” The blond says, his lips twitching upwards into a dangerous smile. “Care to elaborate?”
The brunet pauses, thinking.
Actually he still didn't remember why he was annoyed, but that wasn't important right now.
Instead he leans down, capturing Zhenya's lips in a bruising kiss.
Zhenya returns his kiss eagerly, biting down on the brunet's bottom lip as he slips his tongue in with ease. Taekjoo can feel his resolve nearly breaking when he feels the familiar press of the blond against his ass, but no.
He has to make it through the end.
Taekjoo pulls away, kissing the corner of Zhenya's mouth before turning away. He sits in front of the other, back facing the blond while he slips his panties down.
He can hear Zhenya inhaling deeply, and then that's when Taekjoo bends over.
The room is completely silent other than both of them breathing. The brunet reaches forward for the lube he carefully hid earlier.
Uncapping the bottle, Taekjoo coats his fingers at a leisurely pace. His hips sway slightly, spreading his legs farther apart as he reaches behind him.
“Taekjoo.” Zhenya hisses, tugging at the restraints forcefully.
Taekjoo rubs at his entrance, gasping at the cool sensation before pressing two of his fingers inside.
He moans quietly as he sinks his fingers in deeper. Pressing his cheek against the bed, the brunet thrusts his fingers shallowly at first.
Taekjoo can hear Zhenya exhaling deeply, and jolts when he feels the bed shaking from the blond's frustration.
He nearly loses focus, but presses a third finger in as he moves them quickly. To be honest it would be the perfect time to be as slow as possible, but when Taekjoo's fingertips rub against his prostate he becomes increasingly impatient.
“Zhenya.” He moans quietly, in that very specific manner that he knows the other likes.
“You've had your fun, haven't you?” Zhenya asks, his voice dangerously low.
“I might forgive your transgressions and treat you kindly if you let me go right now.”
Taekjoo pulls his fingers out slowly sitting up as he glances over at Zhenya.
He allows himself to look contemplative, hand reaching out to squeeze the other's thigh.
“No.” Taekjoo says with a grin.
Taekjoo unbuttons Zhenya's pants, tugging them down slightly to free the other man's dick. He leans over, reaching for the lube as he squeezes a generous amount over Zhenya's length, wrapping his fingers around him as he strokes the other quickly.
He hears his lover swallowing, his ears picking up on the laughter that spills from the other.
“Suit yourself, zainka. That was your final warning."
Taekjoo scoffs, turning away from Zhenya as he presses the head of the blond's cock against his entrance. He feels himself tensing at the feeling, with Zhenya twitching in his palm.
He sinks down onto the other man's cock, gasping at the sudden fullness.
Taekjoo sinks down all the way, biting his lip. He has to give himself a moment to adjust, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply before exhaling quietly. Pushing himself up, he glances behind him to look over at Zhenya.
The blond locks eyes with him, eerily calm. He wants to wipe that smirk off of his lover's face, so he sinks back down while moaning quietly.
His pace is slow, taking his time to enjoy both the feeling of Zhenya inside of him and the control he has over the blond. If anything the control was turning him on the most– his body and mind savoring the sweet taste of revenge.
Taekjoo moans when he feels Zhenya pressing against his prostate, clenching tightly around the other. His hand slides up his chest, squeezing gently as he grinds against the blond's length.
He doesn't notice the quiet exhale coming from the younger man, too engrossed in his pleasure–
And then Taekjoo hears it. The rattling of metal as Zhenya tries to force movement. He lets out a snort, opening his mouth to tell the other to settle down until he freezes when he hears a snap.
He turns around, eyes wide as Zhenya rubs at his wrist. His eyes lock onto the broken handcuffs, before looking at the blond who grins.
“No, no–” The brunet manages to get out before Zheyna pins him down with ease.
“I warned you, Taekjoo.” The blond whispers against his ear.
He struggles when he feels Zheyna's hand sliding up his body before the blond's palm rests against his chest.
Taekjoo cries out when Zhenya slams into him roughly. The blond is merciless with his thrusts, squeezing the brunet's chest as his teeth drag down Taekjoo's neck.
“F-fuck!” The smaller man bites out, a strangled moan escaping his lips when Zhenya slides his hand under Taekjoo's bra and pinches his nipple.
He feels the blond grinning against his neck, pulling out abruptly.
Taekjoo curses, tensing at the sudden loss. He's about to turn around, but jolts when Zhenya pinches his nipple.
“You should have listened the first time.” The younger man coos, dragging the head of his cock against Taekjoo's hole. The brunet has to bite hard on his lip when he feels Zhenya rutting against him.
He presses his face against his arms, gritting his teeth when the blond rubs against him teasingly. He can feel the tip of Zhenya's cock pressing gently, the warmth of his precome causing him to tense.
“Zhenya.” Taekjoo chokes out.
Zhenya hums, one of his hands rubbing the older man's ass in a tender motion. He can feel the other twitching against him, but blond continues to remain still.
“Zhenya.” He says again, more urgently this time.
“Hm?” Zhenya asks nonchalantly, as if they were in the middle of brunch.
Taekjoo turns his head to look at the other. He doesn't even want to know how much of a mess he looks right now– he feels his face burning, tears of frustration pricking at his eyes.
The blond tilts his head, looking at him innocently, like a demon wrapped in an angel's skin.
Taekjoo can barely hold back the whine that comes out. He has one more card up his sleeve.
“Zhenechka.”
He watches Zhenya's eyes lock onto his own, the other man's gaze darkening. Whatever remains of his lover's resolve is thin, breakable.
Taekjoo presses back against Zhenya's cock desperately, his eyes watering.
“Zhenechka, please.”
He gasps when Zhenya slams into him, the other man's hands gripping his hips tightly as he thrusts quickly.
The blond is far from gentle, his movements are practically bruising as he digs his nails into Taekjoo's hips. The brunet presses his face against his arms as he moans loudly.
He can feel his release building in the pit of his stomach, his cock aching between the blanket as he ruts against it to alleviate the ache.
Zhenya slams into him roughly, the head of his cock rubbing against Taekjoo's prostate. He clenches around his lover's length, and feels the vibrations of the other's laugh.
He whimpers when Zhenya leans down, mouthing at his neck as he snaps his hips forward. The continuous pressing of that spot is all that it takes for Taekjoo to moan, coming against his belly and the blanket.
The brunet hears the sharp intake from above, Zhenya rolling his hips a few more times as he pulls Taekjoo against him. He shudders when he feels the familiar warmth of come filling him up.
He gasps when he feels Zhenya pressing kisses against his neck, squeezing his ass before pulling out slowly. The brunet trembles at the mixture of the loss and the blond's release spilling out of him. He nearly lets out a sigh of relief until Zhenya flips him over onto his back.
“What.” He barely manages to get out, staring down at Zhenya who settles between his legs. His eyes widen, trying to pull away but the blond smiles and pulls him back.
“Z-Zhenya–” Is all he gets out when he feels the other dragging his tongue over his entrance. His head tilts back, eyes wide at the sudden feeling. Taekjoo tries to move away again, but Zhenya tightens his grip.
“I'm not even halfway done with my punishment, zainka.” Zhenya purrs, his fingers tracing over the tattoo on Taekjoo's inner thigh before pressing his tongue inside of the other.
Hours later, Taekjoo is trembling from a mixture of regret and tiredness. Zhenya has his arms around him from behind, spooning the older man as he nuzzles him.
“If you just wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask, Taekjoo.” Zhenya coos into his ear.
Taekjoo silently weeps as he curses the demon next to him.