Used, Then Held.

Their mouths met in a kiss that started tender, more about reassurance than want. Joon's hand cradled the side of Tae's jaw, steady and grounding, thumb brushing along the skin just below his cheekbone. Tae's breath hitched faintly against his lips, then deepened when Joon pulled him closer.

The second kiss melted the air between them. Warmer. Slower. Not rushed, but full of something that had waited too long.

Tae's hands found Joon's waist, the fabric of his sweats bunching in his fists as he leaned in harder, kissing back like he was trying to make up for every moment they hadn't. Joon made a quiet, rough sound against his mouth, then tilted his head and licked deeper into the kiss, pressing Tae back onto the wall until the only thing between them was heat.

Then Joon's mouth broke away, just enough to whisper against Tae's lips.

"I thought about you," he murmured. "Every time I sit on that couch."

Tae gave a breathless, shaky laugh. "You sleep like a dead man."

"Not when I'm hard and thinking about your mouth."

Tae flushed, but the look in his eyes was anything but shy. "Yeah?" he said, voice husky. "Miss it?"

Joon's hand slid down the length of his thigh, fingers digging in. "Like hell."

Tae leaned in close, their foreheads almost touching now. "I miss it too," he whispered. "Miss having my lips wrapped around your cock. The way you sound. The way you hold my head down when I—"

Joon kissed him hard.

It knocked the breath out of them both, teeth grazing, tongues tangling. Tae moaned into his mouth and pulled Joon closer by the hips, his knees spreading slightly to let him fit in between.

"Fuck," Joon breathed against his neck, kissing down to the skin just beneath his ear. "You're gonna make me lose it."

"Maybe I want you to."

Joon pulled back slightly, pulling Tae with him by the hand and they stumbled down the hall, still kissing, still tangled. Tae's fingers were under Joon's sweatshirt now, dragging up his warm skin, and Joon's hands found the hem of the shirt Seo-yeon had made Tae wear, pushing it up slowly as they moved.

Their mouths kept finding each other between breathless laughter and groaned confessions.

"I hated not seeing you."

"I wanted to text you so many times."

"You looked too fucking cute on that couch, it drove me insane."

They made it to the bedroom door, and Joon pressed Tae up against the frame, his mouth at his throat, his voice low and wrecked now.

"Tell me what you want."

Tae's breath trembled. "I want your mouth. Your hands. Your cock. You."

Joon growled softly, pulling him in again.

And the door shut behind them.

⸻

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, and the atmosphere shifted, no longer playful, no longer teasing.

It was possession now.

Joon's eyes never left Tae-hyun's as he walked him back toward the bed, one slow, deliberate step at a time. His palm stayed at the base of Tae's spine, guiding him wordlessly, the touch firm, confident a silent command wrapped in heat.

"Strip," he ordered, voice rough and quiet but absolute.

Tae hesitated for a second, his chest rising as he inhaled sharply, but the look in Joon's eyes made his fingers twitch. He obeyed silently, tugging the shirt off his body, the jeans next. He stood there in nothing but his briefs, flushed, slightly shivering, not from cold, but from the way Joon was watching him.

"Those too," Joon murmured, voice deeper now, slow and dangerous.

Tae peeled them off carefully and stood fully exposed, skin glowing faintly in the dim light, hands now nervously hovering at his sides.

Joon's gaze dragged down his body like heat, lingering where it made Tae squirm. "Get over here," he said.

"On your knees," Joon said lowly.

Tae obeyed instantly.

The carpet brushed against his skin as he settled between Joon's legs, looking up with lips slightly parted and a flush that spread all the way to the tips of his ears. He looked soft like this.. eyes wide, posture obedient, already breathing heavier in anticipation.

Joon stood still above him, towering. Just in his sweatpants still, hair a mess, expression sharp and dark. He watched Tae like he was watching something that belonged to him. Something he could do anything to.

"You know I've been waiting for this," Joon murmured, brushing a thumb over Tae's cheek. "Had to listen to your voice in that video call this morning, talking so polite while I was remembering the way you gagged on my cock last time."

Tae whimpered, thighs shifting.

Joon smirked faintly. "Mouth open."

Tae obeyed, lips parting slowly, eyes half-lidded in anticipation.

Joon slid two fingers across his tongue, watching him take them in willingly, sucking lightly, eyes fluttering closed. Joon's other hand threaded into his hair and tugged, not gently.. making Tae's mouth stretch open wider around his fingers.

"You like being used like this?" Joon asked, low and breathy, voice all grit and heat. "Kneeling for me? Letting me do whatever I want to your mouth?"

Tae nodded faintly, moaning around his fingers.

"Say it."

"I like it…" Tae whispered as Joon pulled his fingers free. "I like being on my knees for you, Joon… I like being used."

"Good."

In the next breath, Joon eased his sweats down just enough, hand guiding Tae's head closer. Tae leaned in eagerly, wrapping his mouth around his length with a deep, hungry sound. Joon let out a low groan, hips twitching as his hand tightened in Tae's hair.

"Fucking perfect," he muttered, head tipping back. "You really love having my cock in your mouth, don't you?"

Tae whimpered, mouth too full to speak, hands gripping Joon's thighs for balance. He worked slowly at first, letting his tongue swirl, eyes flicking up to watch Joon's reaction.

"Look at you," Joon growled, voice turning harsher now. "All eager, like a desperate little slut."

He rocked his hips slowly at first, feeding himself deeper into Tae's throat. Tae choked slightly, but didn't pull back. His fingers curled tighter around Joon's thighs, holding himself there.

"That's it baby. Take it all."

Joon pulled back just enough to let Tae breathe for a second, only to push his cock back in again this time deeper, rougher, his tight grip in Tae-hyun hair guiding his head onto his length while forcing the rhythm. The room was filled with wet sounds, breathy gasps from tea, and the occasional crack of Joon's palm when he slapped Tae's cheek, just hard enough to make him shiver and whine, his grip on his hair tightening, keeping him in place.

"Think I should stop here?" Joon asked darkly, dragging his thumb along Tae's wet bottom lip. "Or should I bend you over and ruin you properly?"

Tae pulled off just long enough to gasp, eyes glazed. "Please…"

"Please what?"

Tae swallowed hard and bite his lip. "Please ruin me…"

That was all Joon needed.

He pulled Tae up onto the bed with zero effort, tossing him down on his stomach like a doll. Tae gasped, limbs sprawling, but Joon was already on him, one hand grabbing his hips, the other pressing between his thighs, his hand wrapped around Tae-hyun leaking cock, stroking it a few times before letting go and dragging his fingers towards his hole.

"You're already dripping wet for me," Joon growled against his ear, two of his fingers slowly slipping inside of Tae, deep, unrelenting.

Tae gasped loudly, arching, fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Don't move," Joon ordered.

He didn't wait, thrusting his fingers right when they were fully in. Each thrust of his fingers was purposeful, slow, he curled his fingers deep inside of him, parting them here and there, meant to stretch him open. Joon's mouth ghosted over Tae's neck as he whispered filth in his ear, biting and sucking at his shoulder between commands.

"You know what I want, don't you?"

"Y-yes…"

"What do I want, baby?"

"You want to wreck me… fuck me until I forget everything…"

Joon spanked him, sharp, quick, handprint blooming red on one cheek. Tae moaned loudly, face buried in the sheets.

"Louder," Joon commanded.

"I want you to fuck me," Tae gasped, voice breaking. "Use me — however you want — just don't stop."

Joon licked his lips, slowly rolling his hips against Tae's back. His voice dropped into a growl.

"I wasn't planning to."

Tae pushed his hips back against Joon's fingers just enough to gasp with heat in his eyes as he glanced back over at him. "Joon—"

"What, baby?" Joon asked, voice still deep, his jaw was tight.

"I want it," Tae whispered, head dropping down against the sheets. "Want you inside so bad."

"You think you're ready to take me?"

Tae nodded quickly, panting. "Please…"

Joon smiled darkly, running a hand through his hair again, yanking it back roughly until Tae was looking at him again.

"Not yet.."

Joon slid his fingers deeper, curling them inside Tae with precision, hitting just the right spot that made Tae jolt and let out a broken moan, his eyes widen slightly as Joon held his head back by his hair.

"Right there," Joon murmured against his ear, voice calm, dangerously low. "I know exactly where to touch you. Just like that. Always so responsive to me."

Tae whimpered, his legs trembling beneath him. He was already undone, cock leaking and all and Joon hadn't even started.

"Back arched," Joon ordered. "Knees wider."

Tae obeyed with a gasp, pushing himself up slightly, arms shaking under his weight as Joon stayed kneeling behind him on the bed, fingers still working him open in slow, devastating circles. His mouth hovered over Tae's back, kissing down his spine, teeth grazing, breath hot on his skin.

"You know how good you look like this?" Joon murmured. "Ass up. Face down. Dripping wet for me."

He pulled his fingers out swiftly and delivered a harsh slap to the back of Tae's thigh.

Tae cried out, hips jerking forward. "F-fuck—Joon…"

"That's not a complaint, is it?" Joon leaned in, licking the reddened skin gently, soothing it. "Didn't think so."

He lined himself up slowly, deliberately. Tae shivered the moment he felt the tip of Joon's cock pressing against his hole. Joon didn't push in yet, just ground against him, lazily dragging himself along the seam of Tae's ass, letting the friction tease them both.

"Beg for it."

Tae turned his face to the side, lips parted, voice wrecked. "Please… I need it… I want you inside—I need to feel you…"

"You do feel me," Joon replied coldly, thrusting once, not inside but between his cheeks, just hard enough to make Tae lurch forward with a cry. "But if you want to be filled, you better say it properly."

Tae was trembling now, desperation soaking every word. "Please, Joon—please fill me up, ruin me, use me—fuck me like I belong to you."

Joon grinned.

"You do belong to me."

And with one slow, possessive roll of his hips, he pushed in deep, steady, until Tae was crying out again, back arching further, fists clenching in the sheets. Joon groaned low, barely holding himself still.

"So tight," he muttered, jaw clenched. "You're always so fucking tight for me."

He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, harder this time.

Tae's whole body jolted forward, a sob tearing from his throat. "J-Joon—!"

"Take it," Joon growled, he let go of his hair and trailed a hand up his spine before forcing his chest down onto the bed, his other hand gripping Tae's hips so hard his knuckles whitened. "Every fucking inch."

He built the rhythm deliberately.. fast, slow, fast again never letting Tae fully adjust before changing pace, forcing every moan and cry out of him. Joon leaned over him, one hand gripping Tae's jaw, forcing him to turn his head and look at him.

"Keep your eyes on mine."

Tae's vision was glassy, breath ragged. He nodded, letting out another soft sound as Joon rocked deeper into him, hips smacking against skin.

"God, you're beautiful like this," Joon whispered as he leaned down to brush his lips against Tae's softly before trailing kisses over his jaw and down to his neck. "So obedient for me. My perfect little boy."

His other hand wrapped around Tae's throat, squeezing hard enough, possessively. Making Tae let out a breathless gasp and Joon's grip tightened even more in response.

"You like that?" Joon growled into his ear. "Like when I own every part of you?"

"Yes—Joon—yes, please don't stop—"

Tae-hyun choked out between gasps and breathless moans.

Joon pressed harder, his voice dark and velvet-smooth now. "I want you ruined for anyone else. You understand? I want you wrecked so deep you can't even think about someone else touching you but me."

Tae nodded frantically, trying to push himself up onto the bed with shaky hands only to be pushed down again by Joon. "Only you—only you—"

Joon's thrusts grew punishing, unrelenting. He let go of his throat, leaving Tae-hyun coughing between moans, his hand tangled in Tae's sweat-damp hair, tugging his head back roughly while the other slid down from his hip to his cock, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing length in a firm grip that made Tae cry out again, stroking him fast along with each slam of his hips.

"Say it."

"You—fuck—you own me—"

"Louder."

"Y-You fucking own me, fuck! Joon!"

Joon groaned deep in his chest and buried himself to the hilt, holding there as Tae's entire body shuddered and shook beneath him.

And then he moved again.. slow and deep strokes, never pulling out once, chasing the tremble in Tae's thighs, the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, the heat of his skin, the slick sounds of overstimulation. He rode him until he felt Tae's whole body convulsing, helpless and raw and trembling under his weight, his strokes on Tae's cock grew slower, he twisted his wrist whenever his fingers would brush against his tip making Tae-hyun hips buckle.

"I-I'm gonna cum—"

"Then fucking cum," Joon whispered roughly. "Cum for me, baby."

Tae-hyun buried his face into the mattress, screaming into it in pleasure when Joon started slamming into him rougher but still slow suddenly when he said he will cum, as if forcing the orgasm out of him, his voice breaking as he fell apart entirely beneath Joon's rough touch, cumming hard into his hand. Making Joon stroke him slower, teasing. Dragging it all out.

"Just like that.. That's my good boy." Joon husked out with gritted teeth as he watched him fall apart under him.

Only then did Joon chase his own release, not with frantic speed, but with deep, savage rolls of his hips, dragging the pleasure out of both of them until his own breath shattered, his cock throbbing inside of Tae-hyun as he felt himself get close, he pulled his cock all the way out before slamming it back in roughly, cumming hard inside of Tae with a deep growl of pleasure, his hands resting on each side of his head on the bed, hovering over his body, still buried deep, breathing harsh against the back of his neck.

They stayed like that for a long moment, tangled, Tae gasping under him softly with lidded eyes, his cheek resting against the bed weakly, both slick with sweat and heat, their bodies trembling with aftershocks.

Joon trailed kisses down the back of his neck, slowly, carefully, running his palm down Tae's spine as if grounding him. Then lastly, He pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"You okay?" he murmured.

Tae nodded, barely able to speak.

"Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."

⸻

Tae-hyun hadn't moved in a while.

He was still half sprawled across the bed, chest rising and falling against the sheets, flushed skin sticky with sweat, and legs twitching from the overstimulation. His face was turned to the side still, cheek pressed into the sheets, mouth parted like he was still catching up to his own heartbeat.

Joon-won watched him from above him still hovering, chest bare, hair damp with sweat and tousled over his brow. His hand drifted lazily along Tae's thighs, fingertips brushing the red marks he'd left behind, reminders of hands, hips, lips, teeth.

He leaned in again.

This time, slower.

One hand slipped under Tae's chest, dragging him up against Joon's body, while the other smoothed around his throat with subtle pressure, not enough to choke, just enough to hold. Tae whimpered at the contact, muscles still trembling, but his hips shifted toward the warmth instinctively.

"Still with me, baby?" Joon asked, voice low, slightly hoarse.

Tae nodded, breath catching when Joon pressed himself against his lower back, slow and deliberate.

"I could stop," Joon murmured against his ear. "But I don't want to."

Tae exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering closed. "Then don't."

That was all the permission he needed.

Joon pulled him upright, repositioning him easily, one arm wrapped across Tae's chest, the other gripping his jaw from behind. He guided him back, until Tae was sitting in his lap, on his knees on the bed, his back pressed against Joon's broad chest.

The angle was different now, more exposed, more intimate. Their reflections in the darkened window across the room showed everything: Tae's flushed skin, the twitch of his thighs, Joon's muscular arms bracketing him in place.

Joon slid his hand down slowly, tracing the path between Tae's legs until his fingers found where his cock was still slick and overstimulated.

"Sensitive?" he asked, teasing with the tip of one finger.

Tae shivered. "Y-Yeah…"

"Mmm good."

The first push back inside was slow, almost cruel, stretching Tae open again when his body had barely recovered. Tae gasped, head falling back onto Joon's shoulder, fingers clawing at Joon's thighs for leverage.

"You feel everything like this, don't you?" Joon whispered into his ear. "Every inch of my cock stretching you open all over again. Every damn movement."

Tae whimpered again breathlessly, nodding, unable to speak. His hands clawed at Joon's thighs more, gripping for balance while Joon moved under him.. small, deep thrusts, working himself in from below.

"You make the prettiest fucking sounds when you can't take it anymore," Joon muttered, grinding up harder. "And you still let me keep going. That's what drives me insane."

Tae choked on a moan when Joon slid one arm up to his chest, tweaking and rolling his nipples between thrusts. The stimulation made him twitch, made his body writhe. Then a hand wrapped tight in his hair again, tugging his head back to kiss his neck with a deep moan, biting, dragging his teeth across his skin, then soothing it with his tongue.

"You feel so good wrapped around me like that.. I should've fucked you in this position long ago," Joon growled. "Made you sit in my lap and take it until your legs gave out."

"Joon—please—"

"Please what?"

"Touch me—please—more—"

"You want more, baby?" Joon's hand slipped down again, pumping him in time with each thrust. "You want to cum again? just from getting your ass wrecked with my cock?"

Tae nodded wildly, sobbing a broken yes as Joon's movements grew harsher, brutal, deeper, more frantic. The slap of skin filled the room again, mixed with ragged breathing, the wet slide of friction, and the desperate whimpers Tae could no longer contain.

"I want to hear you say how badly you needed this," Joon hissed into his ear. "Tell me, Tae-hyun."

"I—I needed it—since the last time—I couldn't stop thinking about it—"

"What exactly?"

Tae was falling apart again. "The way you touched me… your cock rubbing deep inside me—"

Joon's mouth curled against his neck and he cut him off with a growl. "That's better."

He adjusted his grip again, one arm wrapping around Tae's waist, the other at his throat, choking him roughly, controlling his breathing, his body, his pace. Each thrust hit deeper now, sharper, timed perfectly with the strokes of his hand.

Tae eyes rolled back, his head fell back onto Joon's shoulder with his lips parted, he couldn't hold on anymore. His body convulsed again, another orgasm tearing through him unexpectedly, untouched, his eyes squeezing shut as he cried out. His back arched and his whole body seized before going limp, trembling, gasping, chest heaving against Joon's hold.

"It feels that good that you're cumming untouched? You're so fucking hot.." Joon-won whispered huskily against his ear.

Joon groaned, hips jerking hard as he finally gave in too at the mere sight of Tae-hyun's face all wrecked by him, burying himself deep, clenching his jaw, his entire body tightening around the release.

And then it was quiet again. The only sound could be heard between the two was their breathing, uneven and tangled.

Joon didn't let go.

He held Tae right there.. in his lap, still connected, he wrapped his arms around him like a vice. Their skin stuck together from sweat, breath shared in the open air between neck and shoulder.

"Still alive?" Joon murmured after a moment, leaving a trail of kisses over Tae's shoulder before resting his forehead there.

Tae let out a small raspy laugh, breathless and weak as he closed his eyes and leaned his whole weight back against Joon's. "Barely."

"You did good." Joon pressed a kiss just behind Tae's ear. "So fucking good for me."

Tae hummed, eyes barely open, his lips still parted in a daze.

"…Can't feel my legs," he mumbled.

"Don't need 'em," Joon smirked, kissing his shoulder again. "I've got you."