a mountain full of things

[xstarlesscity]

baro/sandeul, 9k~, nc-17

warnings: Slave!verse- which by definition, however enthusiastic the slave may be, is dubcon. Mentions of past maltreatment and abuse.


Author's notes: This world, while fantastical, is somewhat rooted in traditional Korea aesthetics. I never say the word 'hanbok' in the fic, but imagining something a lot like a hanbok for clothing would be appropriate. The house is traditional, but maybe hard to imagine if you don't know what hanok houses look like- the doors are something like this, paper over delicate wooden frames, and set high in the walls so they're also serve as windows. The walls are white and the floors are wood. If you prefer to ignore this and just imagine what you like based on what I actually describe in the fic, that's fine too. That being said, this is in no way particularly set in Korean history, since, notable kings aside, I have never heard of an era when it was normal for a young yangban aristocratic scholars to keep male "pets" around and spoil the shit out of them. It's not historical fiction, it's just fiction, using some very specific elements of Korean aesthetics- and two very contemporary non-historical non-fiction Korean men. Wink.

I have a lot more to write in this verse- plenty more about Junghwan and Sunwoo's relationship, and also lots about Dongwoo, who own Chanshik and Jinyoung. But that, as they say, is another story to be told another time.

Title from B1A4'S Only Learned Bad Things: There’s a mountain full of things that I want to buy you, feed you. It’s the truth.

After riding in through the east gate on his way back from the university, the first thing Sunwoo says to the attendant who helps him dismount is, “Tell the house staff to have Junghwan prepared and sent to my room as soon as he can, will you?”

The attendant nods, removing his riding coat for him as soon as Sunwoo’s unbuttoned it. Sunwoo gives him a nod and the boy bows deeply as a goodbye as Sunwoo grabs his bag up from the floor again and stumbles to the east wing of the estate, sluggish.

He’s exhausted. Last night’s party had been wild- a load of work to plan, but wild. Sunwoo’s wake-up call this morning had arrived too early today to be comfortable, and Junghwan had still been snoring gently in his bed when he’d left, naked and sprawled with his mouth open, tangled in Sunwoo’s thin summer sheet. Despite the bitter stab of jealousy at how much rest he got, he couldn’t bring himself to send him back to his room. He’d decided playfully and vindictively to keep him up all night later to make up for it.

The day had been terrible. His head ached. Sunwoo had had to pause his horse to vomit by the side of the road on his way downtown to the university, and he’d still been hungover at lunch.

Hungover, but still happily the center of attention for having thrown such a wonderful party.

By dismissal he’d recovered enough to have pieced together from stories that half the reason the gathering had been such a success was his precious pet even more than himself- Junghwan had been, by the standards of his classmates, the perfect entertainment and the perfect host. He’d been warm, funny, sweet, and flawlessly obedient; he’d sung drinking songs with them, poured drinks, clung devotedly to Sunwoo all night. Sunwoo, evidencing exactly how drunk he’d been, had apparently given the room permission to use Junghwan as they liked, and his boundless enthusiasm for sex rather than the usual trembling pained delicate flower routine that pets give had obviously pleased his audience.

Sunwoo was privately disgusted at the thought of having shared him that way, though, and made no secret that he’d have to be very, very drunk to let them try that again as he clapped his friends on the shoulders.

He’d headed to a shop right away after classes to buy Junghwan a reward.

Now, exhausted, sore, hungry, his head aching, he sets his gifts down on the low table in the center of his room and collapses on a mat near the open window, waiting for his pet.

It takes a while. He rolls out his homework, pulling free the ribbon that holds his hat and skimming over the characters without really giving them thought. He’s a wonderful bullshitter, and is sure to come up with some brilliant insight into the philosophies of the great founders of his university when his professor asks him tomorrow.

The fact that the bell ringing at his door was accompanied with a chuckle let him know Junghwan had arrived.

“Junghwannie,” he cooed, sitting forward in his armchair, and the panelled, papered door opens to reveal Junghwan’s bright smile, ducking through the low door to slip into the room but letting it slam carelessly behind him. He rushes to Sunwoo’s seat and bows deeply, folding himself forward over his knees with his head down and his palms to the ground, his white skirts fanning out around him.

“You’re home, sir!” he says with an adoring look in his eyes.

Sunwoo strokes his face, laughing through his nose. He was only at school. He doesn’t know how Junghwan has managed to cling to this much childish enthusiasm for simple things into adulthood, but he’s grateful, because Junghwan is the sweetest person he’s ever known for it. Junghwan intercepts his hand after only one stroke, curling into it and kissing the inside of Sunwoo’s wrist, then pulling back to kiss at his fingers, opening his mouth to let them slip inside.

“How much of last night do you even remember?” he teases, allowing Junghwan’s tongue to circle his index finger.

“Half,” Junghwan murmurs around his mouthful.

Sunwoo reaches down with his other hand and noogies him, and Junghwan looks upset for about half a second, crouched down like he’d done something wrong before Sunwoo tells him, “All anyone would talk about today at school was you.”

Junghwan’s face splits into a bright grin.

“Really?”

“Come to my lap.”

Junghwan pushes up and slips into Sunwoo’s lap as Sunwoo leans back against the white walls, the pleats of the long, flowing robe Junghwan’s wearing spreading wide over his hips as he straddles Sunwoo’s thighs. He settles his ass firmly down in his lap and runs his hands up Sunwoo’s chest and around his neck, smiling. He plays with the fine hairs there, rocking forward and back once just a little, biting his lip.

“Waiting for permission?” Sunwoo, asks, knowing what’s on his boy’s mind.

Junghwan laughs and squinches his eyes closed, totally busted. “I stopped myself!”

“You did.” Sunwoo slides his hand up one pale, wide thigh, under the hem of his robe to hold his soft hip. “Good boy.”

Junghwan laughs a little and thanks him, but makes shy eyes from under his eyelashes, chewing his red bottom lip more roughly than necessary. Training gave him lessons on how to be sexy, but it’s obvious he never quite got them.

“You know I’ll say yes if you ask,” Sunwoo coos, tugging at his robe with the hand that isn’t beneath it.

“Can I kiss you sir?” Junghwan asks, eyes wide and hopeful.

Sunwoo nods, pressing on his hip to urge him forward. It’s unnecessary- Junghwan throws himself into Sunwoo, arms around his neck, lips crushing lips, spine dipping towards him in the most appealing of ways. Sunwoo runs his hand up, lifting the robe with it on one side, opening his mouth to flick at the soft flesh of the lip trapped between his teeth.

“Master,” Junghwan moans wantonly, hands running back to Sunwoo’s chest.

“You’re so cute,” Sunwoo sighs. He can feel the heat from between Junghwan’s legs, the thin skin of his uncovered balls and thighs, through the stiff white material of his own trousers. It’s delightful. He brings both hands around to his ass and tugs him close, sealing Junghwan’s hips to his waist.

“Master!” Junghwan gasps again, cackling a little, his smile rounding his adorable cheeks.

“Junghwannie,” he sighs even deeper, kissing up from Junghwan’s sweet full lips across his face and pulling back to just look at him, glowing, hair still a little damp from a bath. The henna he’d brought him stained it a deep red, warm-toned in the early evening light that came from his apartment’s courtyard to pool through the open doors and catch on Junghwan’s smooth skin. Sunwoo felt his chest tighten at the thought of marking him again, sucking bruises that matched his hair above and below the thin gold band of his collar, feeling Junghwan whine and arch beneath him.

No need to deny himself- that’s the wonderful thing about pets. Junghwan’s still so new, sometimes he can hardly believe he’s allowed to just have him however he wants, whenever he wants.

Junghwan gasps as Sunwoo’s open lips press to his throat and begin to wander, smelling him, mouthing until he finds the perfect spot.

“Ah, Junghwannie,” he murmurs again, and then seals his lips high over his pulse, almost near his jaw. He licks, mouths, feels Junghwan squirm with anticipation on his lap, and then starts sucking. He starts soft but gets harder- he digs his fingertips into Junghwan’s hips and feels the flesh give beneath his hands, Junghwan palming helplessly at the lapels of his brightly colored still-tied jacket and giving a nervous kind of cackle that quickly becomes a whine.

Sunwoo releases him with a pop, licking the wine-colored stain on his throat and admiring it. He’ll stain the rest of him tonight, bruise his chest and his thighs. His pet heals quickly.

“Like that?” he murmurs absently, and Junghwan giggles, leans in, brushes their noses together.

“Mm- Please, do it again?”

Sunwoo shakes his head, smiling, running his hands up between Junghwan’s cheeks. He feels wet. “You’re ready when I want you?” he asks, and Junghwan nods sideways, smiles with wide eyes, presses back hopefully. Sunwoo’s hand retreats. No need to get himself messy before they eat.

“Not ye-et,” he coos playfully, and Junghwan eyes him sideways, squinting, smiling. Sunwoo kisses his nose again, then the cheek and the lovebite on his throat, indulging in the sweet security of being able to kiss Junghwan anywhere, anytime. Junghwan’s suspicious face vanishes, and Sunwoo laughs warm again, wraps his arms around his pet to keep him close and whispers low and heavy, “I got you a present, since everyone loved you so much at the party.”

Junghwan’s whole body jerks. “Present?” he chirps, blinking his wide eyes delightedly, mouth open so his little white teeth show under his thick lips. “For me?”

Sunwoo holds him tight, nodding as he moves his head in, brushing their lips together. Junghwan’s so excited he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, pawing at Sunwoo’s shoulders, fiddling with the ribbons that tie his jacket closed. “Who else? All for you.”

Junghwan’s shriek of delight tosses his head back, and he wiggles in Sunwoo’s arms as he turns back into him, kisses him again.

“There, by the study table,” Sunwoo says, and laughs delightedly as Junghwan leaps up from Sunwoo’s lap to run to the box on the low table that holds his surprise.

Junghwan gasps as he pulls the ribbon open and the box folds apart, revealing his gift. “Candies!” he squeals delightedly, clenching his fists and vanishing his eyes in a little squeaking, hopping, cartoonish expression of joy. Sunwoo chuckles, leaning forward, flushing warm with delight at the look on Junghwan’s face at it falls blank for just a moment, looking at Sunwoo, frozen with a hopeful look on his face.

Sunwoo raises his eyebrows quizzically.

“Can I-?” Junghwan asks, eyes flashing to the box of carefully arranged candies and back again, unable to tear himself away from it for long enough to make proper eye contact.

“Yes?” Sunwoo prompts, pushing himself back to a proper cross-legged sitting position

“...Eat it?”

Sunwoo chuckles a, “Yes,” in return, and immediately Junghwan’s on it, falling to his knees to reach it and picking the biggest ones out, sucking them from the tips of his fingers greedily and moaning, “Mmm, thank you, Master,” around the candied honey on his tongue. Sunwoo stands, walks to him, chuckling as he picks a shard of something white and matte from the top and holding it in front of his face.

“It’s good?”

Each hand full of candies, Junghwan turns up his open mouth to accept Sunwoo’s offering gratefully, closing his eyes as he sucks on it, smiling and leaning back into Sunwoo’s legs without turning his face from the box..

“Mmm, yes Sir,” Junghwan moans enthusiastically.

“Sweet thing,” Sunwoo murmurs, stroking his hair affectionately, and Junghwan reaches down with his fingers, cramming a few more into his fists. “Animal,” Sunwoo corrects himself, and finally kneels to pick one for himself, just to try a little taste. It was expensive, after all. And every bit worth the price, as it turns out.

Junghwan’s facing him, but the constant movement and the way he obviously could care less about Sunwoo’s presence while there’s candies in front of him makes Sunwoo move behind him- he knows how Junghwan gets around food, totally single-minded, sticky-fingered, wide-eyed. He kneels chest-to-back with him, knees split around Junghwan’s hips and folded feet, arms around his soft waist so he’s not in the way as Junghwan eats. It’s enough just to kiss the back of his neck and suck softly. His hands wander down Junghwan’s belly, squeezing his hips, but Junghan only pauses to groan a little when Sunwoo sucks another lovebite behind his ear, marking him again.

After the brief distraction, Junghwan’s attention returns to the box as Sunwoo laps at the darkly-bruised skin.

It’s funny- food is one of the things Junghwan says he’s most grateful for when he talks about how happy he is to live with Sunwoo, but in the moments it’s actually in front of him, the glassy-eyed mania that takes him over renders him incapable of saying ‘thank you’ more of than not. Dongwoo’s pets are incessantly grateful when they speak, constantly reminding everyone present they know who their benefactor is- Junghwan, on the other hand, seems to entirely go mentally numb when he gets to meal time.

Not that he’s not mentally numb the rest of the time, as Sunwoo likes to remind him.

“That’s enough, isn’t it?” Sunwoo murmurs, hovering a hand above the box gently.

Junghwan whines in disappointment, hands frozen, eyes still on the candies.

“You won’t be hungry for dinner if you keep eating.”

“Um,” Junghwan stammers, clearly unwilling to stop eating.

His eyes are still on the box, but he’s obeying. Good. Sometimes he doesn’t.

“I want you,” Sunwoo murmurs darkly, nipping at his throat again, pulling Junghwan’s hips back against his own. All he’d heard all day was how good Junghwan had been, how deep down his throat he’d taken all Sunwoo’s friends, how delightedly eager he’d been when they grabbed at his ass, wanton. He wanted to replace those memories, slip back inside Junghwan, fill him with what he’s supposed to be filled with- his owner, his Master, no-one else.

“But... It’s so delicious, Master,” he breathes, and there goes a hand again, dipping down to sneak another taste. He half-turns in Sunwoo’s arms to meet his gaze though as he sucks the sweetened rice flour off his finger, eyes flicking pleadingly across his face.

“It’ll taste just as good after dinner,” he murmurs, leaning in again to kiss Junghwan’s soft cheek.

“After dinner?” Junghwan sighs dreamily, and Sunwoo kisses up to his temple, plants a kiss on his eyelid and his nose.

“Mm.”

“Right...”

Junghwan sounds unconvinced.

Sunwoo’s never asked, but he gets the sense Junghwan didn’t get much to eat at the training center where he’d bought him, or not enough to feed the intensity of his appetite, anyway. He’s afraid to ask. He can tell enough just from how much weight he’s gained eating a normal diet with Sunwoo- he must’ve been underfed at the company, to have been so thin.

“Junghwannie,” Sunwoo says firmly. “I want you to eat with me when you grill for me, have some real dinner-”

“-Meat-?”

“-So you have to still be at least a little hungry when - yes, meat! - we eat in an hour. And then afterwards you can have your candy.”

Junghwan glances back at it, looking distressed.

“Promise?” he mumbles, eyes still on it.

Both a desire to protect and anger swell in Sunwoo’s chest. He just- he gave a command. The conversation should be over. And even more than that, he told Junghwan he wants to bed him- for Junghwan to choose treats over Sunwoo inside him, that’s, well... But the terribly distrustful look on his face, as if he can hardly believe he has candy now, let alone will still have it in two hours, that’s as heartbreaking as Junghwan’s disinterest is aggravating.

“Junghwan,” he says, and Junghwan’s eyes are still on the box. Sunwoo’s chest tightens; he takes Junghwan’s chin between a finger and a thumb and jerks his eyes back to meet his own. “Do I lie to you?” Sunwoo asks firmly, speaking over Junghwan’s gasp.

“No, Master,” he gasps, eyes cartoonishly wide, and Sunwoo dips his head to catch Junghwan’s pouting mouth.

The kiss is sweet, breathy, slow- it takes a moment to pick up intensity and deepen. He holds Junghwan tight, lets him lean back in his arms and cling, hands coming up to grab at Sunwoo’s sleeve to steady himself from the angle at which he’s twisted backwards. Junghwan’s lower back dips as Sunwoo supports it with one hand and rubs his hip, rubbing noses, enjoying the taste of powdery rice flour and honey in his pet’s mouth as their mouths play. Tension saps from Junghwan slowly and with a nervous giggle into Sunwoo’s mouth as he kisses back, slipping down until Sunwoo’s cradling him.

“I just wanna see you eat some real actual food for dinner, love,” Sunwoo murmurs against his gentle, eager tongue, stroking at his belly sweetly with his thumbs, pushing his hand up under his robe. So soft. “And then you can enjoy your reward again.”

Junghwan nods obediently, his lips pulling up as if he were about to speak. Then he’s quiet, mouth closed, meeting Sunwoo’s eyes like he’s waiting for orders, whatever was on his mind swallowed down.

Sunwoo picked him originally because he was cheap and weird and wild, too loud and ungraceful to really be the kind of pet that made other people jealous. He was pretty, as all pets are, but his smile stretches his features out in such an odd, toothy way, and the sounds he made during sex when he actually enjoyed it were anything but sexy, and all in all he was kind of too strange and loud and clumsy and dirty to show off at formal events. That’s what Sunwoo had wanted- he’d wanted someone queer, troublesome, lively, someone like him. Someone he could order to pull pranks on stuffy, conservative aging lords under the table and then drag as off if to punish him if he was caught, only to praise and kiss and tickle him in some private bedroom somewhere. Someone entertaining, giggly, who can brighten up the end of a dull day at the university. And that’s what he’d gotten with Junghwan: exactly what he’d been looking for.

He’d gone looking for a company who would sell him a boy who hadn’t completed their training program- a potential way to ruin a company’s reputation if anyone found out where he’d bought him, so he had the documents drawn up, confidentiality agreements. It had taken long enough to find him; they were all so well-trained, quiet, subservient, speak-when-spoken-to types. That was how he’d come to discover Junghwan: still in a training bunker, black-haired, skinny, too shrieky and giggly for the company to invest in training him much longer if they’d found a willing buyer. He’d never be one of the high-priced, delicate-featured boys like Dongwoo’s pets; they’d practically starved him, Sunwoo’s sure, and still it didn’t sap his energy, nor did it sharpen the round, joyful apple of his cheeks. Something about him was just uneducable, undeniably Junghwannish.

He was unpolishable, wasted, useless- he was exactly what Sunwoo was looking for.

But not entirely untrained.

His time in the company had taught him fear more than anything, Sunwoo suspects- a successfully completed training routine produced pets who genuinely adored their masters with even the slightest shows of kindness, who sincerely enjoyed serving them sexually and otherwise, who truthfully glowed under their praise. Nearly all could come simply from being fucked, their sexual expression carefully crafted towards receiving and never giving, sensitized carefully over months or years to leave them thrashing in passion at the slightest touch of their owners- for many, after sensitivity training, direct attentions from their Masters could be too much, nearly painful.

But Junghwan hadn’t completed the program- he’d failed. His instincts were still his own, his desires attuned to his own interests more often than not. He’d had enough training to control them though, force Sunwoo’s desires to the forefront of his mind, probably from fear of punishment.

Not like Sunwoo could hardly ever bring himself to punish him. Now and then, light-heartedly, when he knows Junghwan will hardly do more than pout about it, he’ll do it- he’s fine with giving him a few smacks to the hip or a tug to the hair when he got unruly in ways Sunwoo doesn’t enjoy. On the few occasions where Junghwan had really genuinely upset him, the fear and disappointment in his eyes with the realization he’d displeased Sunwoo were enough. Being sent away from his presence was enough. Being left alone with his insecurities was enough.

But he was hiding something out of fear of discipline, and Sunwoo didn’t like that.

“Speak,” Sunwoo ordered, eyes still on Junghwan’s lovely face.

“It’s al-”

“Speak.”

Junghwan eyes him cautiously, and then his face falls back to that wide-eyed, hopefully puppy look he gets sometimes.

“One more bite?” he asks, biting back a smile.

Sunwoo’s heart, having worked himself up with thoughts of how Junghwan must’ve been denied at the company, weakens.

He’s spoiling him. Hes’ going to be insufferable soon- incomplete training and an ability to manipulate your Master horribly doesn’t really make a recipe for a pet who will serve well throughout the years. A lively spark is one thing- if he gets demanding of Sunwoo, expectant, Sunwoo won’t know what to do with him.

And yet, there’s his hand, creeping toward the box, pinching out another little piece between two fingers and smiling as he holds it to Junghwan’s lips, still cradling him in his lap

Junghwan gives a ear-splittingly high-pitched hum of delight, opening his mouth to wrap his soft, wet tongue around Junghwan’s fingers, pulling them between his lips. He moans in gratitude as he sucks them clean.

“Thank you, sir,” Junghwan hums, eyes down towards his own mouth as he licks crumbles of braided honey from his lips, half-way cross-eyed and looking totally crazy.

He’s so completely bizarre.

“Oh, no matter, keep the damn box,” he murmurs, grabbing at Junghwan’s crotch. Junghwan makes a surprised sound but presses into it, pushing against Sunwoo’s hand as it wraps around his soft cock under his robe, stroking a little and running a fingertip over the sensitive head.

The touch snaps him out of his candy-induced stupor, too. “Oh, wow, Master,” he hums around his mouthful, tucking his chin down flirtatiously to look at him from under his eyelashes, spreading his legs and wrapping his arms around Sunwoo’s shoulders. The smile on his face is slightly deranged, not entirely sexy. Sunwoo loves it. Junghwan’s cock responds to his touch immediately, filling out and thickening a bit in his hand.

Sunwoo hums low in his throat, almost a growl.

“I was drunk yesterday,” he says, pushing the candy box back from the edge of the low table and spinning Junghwan around, pushing his ass up on it instead.

“We both were,” Junghwan laughs, spreading his thighs around Sunwoo’s hips, staying right at the end of the table so he can press himself to Sunwoo.

“I-” Sunwoo starts, slipping two fingers beneath Junghwan’s collar from below and tugging him close to kiss him. “Foolishly-” he continues, biting at his lip in a way that makes Junghwan hum delightly and spread his thighs to welcome Sunwoo’s touch, “-allowed my guests to touch you.”

“I remember,” Junghwan laughs, comfortably hard now in Sunwoo’s palm. He sighs, wiggles, moans when Sunwoo bites his lip.

“I shouldn’t have,” he says darkly, a smile still on his face, and Junghwan hums again in appreciation of the attention.

Sunwoo leans forward and past him, reaching for another piece of candy. As he holds it to Junghwan’s open lips, eyes locked, he dips his head and break their gaze only to suck another mark against his collarbone.

Around his mouthful, Junghwan makes an “aish!” of surprise, clinging to Sunwoo’s jacket, and giggles nervously as he finally breaks free from his skin. Sunwoo watches him bite his lip, rolls his neck a little in the wake of the pain. Over his robe, Sunwoo reaches up from his crotch to tease at one nipple.

He was so much thinner when he’d bought him. Where his nipples had once clung to his ribs, now they were puffy, peaking at the tip of a sweet swell of skin. It drove Sunwoo wild to watch them stiffen under his touch, dark pink and wide. He hadn’t realized how unhealthy Junghwan had looked when he bought him until he’d started to fill out, and then the roundness of his cheeks and ass had made sense. He looked plush now, his skin soft and luxurious and rich, like thick matts and heavy winter robes. His whole body screamed pampered, which was how Sunwoo liked him.

Junghwan, biting at his full red lips, moans again tilts his head up, hoping for a kiss.

Sunwoo shakes his head minutely and grabs hold of the hem of his robe instead, lifting it over Junghwan’s head to strip him in one go. Like all pets, he only ever wears one layer, gauzy and white- in winter, he stays inside where the heated floor can keep him cozy and comfortable while nearly naked and only wears a coat when Sunwoo takes him out. Aside from two bracelets and his collar, Junghwan is naked now as Sunwoo tosses his robe to the ground and pushes at one of his shoulders until he’s on his back on the table, the box by his head now. Junghwan smiles and arches beneath him, cat-like, showing off as Sunwoo takes in the whole sight of him.

“Thinking about them touching you makes me crazy,” he murmurs, running his hands up the outsides of Junghwan’s thighs.

“I’m sorry,” Junghwan says, rolling his hips a tiny bit, maybe hoping Sunwoo will touch him again. “You ordered m-”

“I know,” Sunwoo says, stroking his hands right back down his thighs and up again, just enjoying the feel of him, the soft hair that thickens close to his knees. “It’s not your fault, you did everything exactly right. That’s why I bought you a present.”

Junghwan chuckles a little, eyes vanishing, and Sunwoo reaches up for another little chunk, holding it over his chin until Junghwan opens his mouth for it. He mmms as Sunwoo drops it in, watching the mark just above his collar flex as he swallows.

He looks so good. So good. It makes Sunwoo burn to know that Junghwan’s all his for as long as he wants him, whenever he wants him.

“You’re jealous?” Junghwan chuckles, sliding one foot up the back of Sunwoo’s thigh.

“Not jealous,” Sunwoo mutters, sliding the hand still at Junghwan’s thigh up to his chest, teasing a nipple again. “You’re mine.”

“That’s what-,” Junghwan answers, wriggling, “-I was-”

“I know,” Sunwoo says, and he pinches, tugging his nipple softly. Junghwan’s hands snap to the sides of the table, bracing himself as he arches again, squeaking adorably.

“I just wanna,” Sunwoo breathes, reaching for another piece of candy as he lowers his head to skim his lips across Junghwan’s chest. “I just wanna- replace all those memories, touch you myself, fuck you so hard it undoes last night-”

“Ooh, Master,” Junghwan chuckles airily, one hand curling around the back of Sunwoo’s neck.

Sunwoo bites him softly in the center of one pec, nipping at him. Junghwan wiggles, and Sunwoo can feel his hard cock against his stomach. It excites him.

“Eat your present,” he murmurs, heat and possession starting to curl in his belly as he kisses all over Junghwan’s chest. “I just wanna--- bite you everywhere--- Make it so good last night feels like a--- bad dream---”

Junghwan cries out a soft ‘ah-!’ around chewy piece of dissolving candy and arches again as Sunwoo’s teeth scrape a nipple.

Sunwoo sinks his teeth in right beside it, sucking another bruise there. Junghwan is silent for a moment, choked, and then pants heavily as Sunwoo releases his lips and licks the red mark he left.

Junghwan gives a squeal of shock as he does another one immediately, on the opposite side, nearer to his shoulder.

“S-sir!” he manages to squeak, cackling with nervous laughter from the pain and the pleasure, the desire. Sunwoo’s rolling his hips between his legs so his belly drags over Junghwan’s cock. “Oh, gods, oh hell-”

They never quite trained the swearing out of him, either, not when he’s really enjoying it.

Sunwoo tweaks a nipple again, teases till Junghwan’s legs are crossing behind Sunwoo’s back and he’s clawing at the side of the table with his free hand, gasping beneath him.

Sunwoo’s cock is mostly hard himself just from feeling him move, even without direct contact.

“Get up,” he mumbles, leaning out of Junghwan’s space, and Junghwan, looking disheveled already, pushes himself upright and plants his legs on the ground with an ungraceful thud. Immediately, Sunwoo’s fingers are under his gold collar again, pushing Junghwan to his knees and leveraging himself to his feet. Junghwan follows, accustomed, and immediately reaches for the wraps that tie Sunwoo’s trousers closed.

“Good boy,” Sunwoo mumbles, and Junghwan sighs, pulling his pants out of the way and pressing his face immediately forward to mouth at Sunwoo wetly. The first press of his open mouth spikes pleasure down to Sunwoo’s shoes, light-headed as he watches his own cock grow against Junghwan’s lush tongue. His knees feel almost shaky; he cups the back of Junghwan’s head gently, lacking anything else nearby to hold onto.

“Good boy,” Sunwoo mutters again, slightly more strained this time. Junghwan’s eyes are closed like they always are when he concentrates, singing or sucking or trying to remember something, eyelashes striking against his high pale cheekbones as he laves Sunwoo’s balls and the sides of his cock with his mouth. One hand holds Sunwoo’s cock in place, twisting at the base shallowly, and the other rests against Junghwan’s bare thigh, thick palms narrowing to tapered, delicate fingertips that press to the thin skin between his open legs. He’s obviously only barely holding back from touching himself, pressing at the hot skin by his balls.

Ah, he only needed Junghwan to lick at him a little so he could get hard, since he wants to fuck Junghwan so badly, but with the way he moves his mouth, Sunwoo can’t bring himself to make Junghwan stop now. It’s making his blood boil just to watch how bad Junghwan wants to touch himself. He probably doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, stroking his fingers through Junghwan’s richly-dyed hair, tugging at it just enough that Junghwan moans in acknowledgement. “I’m so hard now, look what you did...”

Junghwan’s eyes drift open as he drags his tongue up the base of Sunwoo’s cock, his mouth open to breathe on him wetly. He meets Sunwoo’s eyes first, sending another wave of passion and arousal spiraling through his body, and then looks down at what’s in front of him: Sunwoo’s cock, fully hard, flushed the same color as Junghwan’s bruises and shining with spit.

Junghwan bites his lip and whines, pressing his mouth to the side of it and sliding to the base as he looks back up to Sunwoo’s eyes.

How he manages to look so sweet and playful when he’s got a cock in his mouth, Sunwoo will never know. Of all the times to suddenly develop a sense of grace...

“You want it?” he asks, and Junghwan nods eagerly without taking his mouth off, closing his eyes again. He hums around it and curls his tongue under Sunwoo’s balls, face pressed to his cock, leaving a wet mark by his temple. It was sloppy and sweet, the eager way he refused to give up contact.

“All the way down your throat?” he asks, the hand cupping his head moving around to pinch his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Junghwan nods again, blinking his eyes open to make sure Sunwoo knows he wants it, and then pulls back just a little.

“Can I, please?” he asks, looking up hopefully and opening his sweet red mouth as wide as it will go.

Sunwoo smiles, and Junghwan smiles back, just pleased to have pleased him.

“I don’t wanna come, though,” Sunwoo says as warning, and then he angles his cock in and leans forward. Junghwan sputters as Sunwoo’s head hits the back of his throat and makes an undignified sound. Sunwoo pulls out again and pushes in again, fucking his throat shallowly, hand wrapped around the base to determine how deep he goes. Slowly he speeds up, and the thick, wet sounds Junghwan is making are anything but delicate.

He removes his hand and Junghwan surges forward, taking him all the way down. He barely suppresses a cough as he pulls back but pushes himself down again, gutteral swallowing sounds filling the room as he bobs his head, not pulling back more than two inches from the base for twelve or fifteen thrusts at a time.

“Junghwan-” Sunwoo pants, and Junghwan looks up at him again, finally, eyes slightly wet and shining with a genuine eagerness to please.

“Gods-” Sunwoo swears, and pulls Junghwan off him by the hair, a string of thick, sticky saliva connecting the tip of his cock to the back of Junghwan’s throat. The pet gasps for air, eyes still deliriously on Sunwoo as his chest heaves, mouth open, the string snapping and landing from his lip to his already-wet chin.

Sunwoo stares at him, his body feeling heavy with need. He doesn’t want to stand anymore- he wants to be inside Junghwan, body-to-body, filling him up and reminding him that he isn’t public property. He’s Sunwoo’s. He’s all Sunwoo’s.

“Mine,” he confirms, and when he sticks two fingers all the way down Junghwan’s throat to feel the tight flex of him swallowing, Junghwan chokes and makes a garbled moan.

Junghwan hears a wet sound that isn’t Junghwan’s mouth, and when he looks down, Junghwan’s fingers are teasing the head of his cock, smearing around the precome. The pads of his fingers and the head of his cock shine with it, looking like ripe fruit or candy, something delicious.

Disobedience. Sunwoo slaps him in the face.

“Oh!” Junghwan gasps, hands falling back to his thighs as his head snaps to the side and forward again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice, I forgot-”

Sunwoo laughs despite the headrush- it feels weird, too heavy, and it’s short. He doesn’t feel like talking but he does feel like forgiving- that’s what he wanted, that’s what he wanted, a slave who gets so turned on by his Master he forgets his training.

“You couldn’t help it?” Sunwoo asks, cupping the cheek he just smacked, lifting Junghwan’s eyes. They’re red now, from the pain maybe, and the lack of air, and maybe a little from having disobeyed. He even looks good when he’s about to cry, thick lips trembling as he bites back apologies, the roundness of his high cheekbones flushed peachy and pink.

“-Yes, sir, I just didn’t even notice I- I was thinking about your cock, sir, I- I’m so sorry-”

Sunwoo drags him up with a grip on his collar, just like he’d pushed him down, and is kissing him deeply while Junghwan’s mouth is still hanging open like it always is. He walks him five feet back, Junghwan stumbling in shock and confusion as they go, to shove him back against the wall. They kiss like that, cock-to-cock and his hand on Junghwan’s collar, feeling the way his saliva is thicker now, the taste of himself in Junghwan’s mouth and all over his face. When he pulls back his own mouth is wet all round- sex with Junghwan is messy, sloppy, kind of gross.

“Good boy,” he murmurs again, feeling his voice grow even lower than usual from how turned on he is, and Junghwan moans pleadingly, confused, grinding against him for any kind of friction. His hands are folded behind his back where they can’t do any more damage, hiding them, ashamed. “Too busy thinking about how he loves his Master’s cock to remember the rules. I kind of like that.”

“Oh, sir, thank you, thank you-” Junghwan babbles, pressing little kisses to Sunwoo’s lower lip, giggling maniacally. He sounds both miserable and eager at the same time, crazy, all wrapped up in his head. “Please, I’ll do better if you give me another chance, I’ll keep my hands behind my back, or you can tie m-”

“Bed,” Sunwoo orders, and he actually feels Junghwan’s cock twitch against his own at the sound of his dark voice.

Junghwan scrambles as soon as Sunwoo releases him, and Sunwoo takes the moment without contact to breathe, set his head on straight as he undresses. He pulls the wrap that ties his green and pink and yellow outer layer closed, slipping out of the sleeves as Junghwan fetches the mats from the shelves. He watches as Junghwan shakes them out and arranges himself on them, first on his back, and then, unsure, rolling onto his stomach, and Sunwoo strips down to only his innermost white layers.

Sunwoo offers no guidance, just lets him squirm. He opens his shirt and slips out of it together with the jacket, picking up Junghwan’s robe and laying them all on his reading table by the window, still open to the silent, breezy courtyard.

“How do you want me, sir?” Junghwan croaks, his voice temporarily ruined by the depth of Sunwoo’s cock in his throat. Sunwoo pushes his pants down and looks up to find Junghwan kneeling with his toes overlapping beneath his ass- a position he often assumes that he seems to find comfortable and also showcases the round, appealing curves of his hips and thighs. His cock rises over his soft stomach, but he’s not touching it, one hand on the back of his neck to fix his hair and the other on the mat beside him. It’s pretty, delicate-skinned and circumcised to mark his caste as slave, making him always look somewhat sexually vulnerable and exposed, even flaccid. Now it’s flushed, hard, brushing the curve of his belly- it’s not big, exactly, actually smaller than Sunwoo’s and Sunwoo is only average if he’s being honest, but seeing as he has no desire to ever let Junghwan enter him, it doesn’t matter. It’s not what he bought him for, and he really enjoys being able to cup him with one hand, and being able to fit nearly the whole thing in his mouth on the rare occasion he’s experimented with that kind of pleasure. He looks sweet like this, kneeling and waiting, hard and already beginning to sweat.

“No matter,” Sunwoo answers, folding his pants with the rest of the clothes and, their outfits now neatly laid over the back of the chair since Sunwoo hates the mess and his head slightly clearer from the cloud of lust he’d been under, he can finally step to the bed.

He pushes Junghwan onto his back and Junghwan spread his legs willingly. Sunwoo grabs the back of one knee anyway and pushes two fingers right inside him, making sure he’s slick enough. Junghwan whimpers, tossing his head back and squinching his nose up, his whole body expressing the shock and pleasure of finally being entered.

“Good?” Sunwoo says, wiping his oiled fingers on the inside of Junghwan’s thigh.

“Yes sir, please,” Junghwan pleads, quieter now than he was a minute ago against the wall, although his cock is still visibly straining and he’s struggling to widen his legs invitingly.

Sunwoo smiles, gives his ass a playful smack.

“You’re on top,” he instructs, and Junghwan gleefully follows, sitting up and pressing a hand to Sunwoo’s shoulder as they turn around. He lifts a thigh over Sunwoo’s hips, the thin skin brushing the tip of his erection, and hovers for a moment, sliding his slicked opening over the head to spread his precome around and wet them both. Junghwan’s face is slack-jawed, his mind on the sensations from his ass and the way Sunwoo looks beneath him and not on his own appearance, if the lust-drunk way he’s eyeing Sunwoo is anything to go by.

If he were better trained, like one of Dongwoo’s pets, he’d never lose focus on looking good for his master. It’s a not complicated kind of multi-tasking. Sunwoo is vain enough for two, though, and doesn’t require Junghwan to stay demurely attractive even in the throes of passion- in fact, finds it flattering that he can fuck the pride out of his pet. He hooks two fingers into Junghwan’s open mouth and says, “Down.”

Junghwan reaches back between his legs to point Sunwoo’s cock towards his entrance and pushes down quickly with long whine, pausing halfway to wiggle for the best angle before sinking neatly all the way down. It knocks sound out of both their chests, soft grunts, and Sunwoo feels the vibrations in Junghwan’s throat through his mouth as he flexes around him, accommodating the familiar shape of his Master’s cock.

Sunwoo smacks his hip, which makes Junghwan gasp a little, wet tongue twitching under Sunwoo’s fingers.

“Move.”

Junghwan obeys. Hands planted firmly on Sunwoo’s chest, he rides up and down, curling his tongue around Sunwoo’s fingers with his mouth open and his eyes closed. His ass is hot and tight, as usual- the instrument Sunwoo had provided for Junghwan to prepare himself with is just narrower but slightly longer than his actual cock, so the oil gets deep and but Junghwan’s ass is always tight, although not unprepared, when he fucks him. Tonight is no exception- he’s so tight Sunwoo can feel the outer ring of muscle slide up and down, dragging the loose skin of his shaft with it. It’s heaven.

His free hand wanders everywhere but Junghwan’s cock, palming at his belly and teasing his nipples as Junghwan rides him, face twitching almost like a wince each time Sunwoo’s fingers tease his most sensitive spots. His cock is leaking, a thin line of precome dripping down the already-slick side of his shaft, and soon he’s hissing, whining, gasping, humming, nasal and guttural and obviously unaware of how stupid he sounds. He’s too busy enjoying Sunwoo’s cock.

“Feels good?” Sunwoo asks, tugging at one of his flushed, tight nipples.

“Ssso good,” Junghwan exhales, fingers curling against Sunwoo’s hips, arching forward.

The memory of having shared him surfaces again, and Sunwoo’s chest tightens. How could he have, for even a moment, wanted to let anyone else have this? He wants all of Junghwan’s pleasure to come like this, at his hand, in his lap. He never wanted him to know what it was like for anyone else to make him feel good.

He could afford to be selfish. Junghwan was his. And he was good to him, so Junghwan liked being his.

A wave of ownership flooding his chest, Sunwoo reaches up and grabs Junghwan by the collar, startling his eyes open as he drags him forward for a messy kiss. Junghwan falls forward, not expecting it, hands planted on either side of Sunwoo’s head. Their teeth knock as his slave moves against him, his slick cock now pressed between their naked bellies as he arches down for friction, whining into Sunwoo’s mouth.

“Mine,” he growls, and Junghwan just whimpers into his open mouth, hips rolling down especially hard. Sunwoo licks his tongue obscenely and nips his lip, and Junghwan’s whines are starting to come out as half-word babbling as his pleasure builds.

“Ah- Yo- Ah, Mast- Please, feels- inside- Gods-”

Sunwoo, riding high, slides his free hand down Junghwan’s belly and touches one finger to the tip of his cock.

Junghwan cries, “Master!” and his hips pound even faster, practically just vibrating on Sunwoo’s cock. He’s all the way down now, just rocking back on forth on that last two inches at the base, hands gripping at Sunwoo’s shoulders. The sound of his ass slapping Sunwoo’s thighs is audible even over the sound of Sunwoo’s own breathing and his pulse hammering in his ears; the lube is just starting to wear thin, and he can feel the drag of soft skin on soft skin even more acutely. Sunwoo realizes his hips are slamming up to meet him on each thrust. Junghwan’s babbling has petered out to one long whine, peaking in waves with each rapid bounce. His face is screwed up, mouth open, only breaking his endless whimper of “aa-aa-aa,” with a gulp of air now and then.

Sunwoo wants more oil between them, and he wants to roll over and really fuck him hard, pin him down and slide with deep thrusts. Junghwan, though-

“Oh, can I come please, Master can I please come?” he whimpers, high-pitched and nasal with his face all crunched up around his nose, tossing his head back.

“No,” Sunwoo says before he’s even really thought about it. He wants to get him on his back and knock the orgasm out of him himself, not lie back and allow Junghwan to practically masterbate with his body. Junghwan howls brokenly, forcing his hips to slow and shoving one hand down between them to circle tight around the base of his cock. Putting all his weight on the other hand makes it slip in their mixed sweat; it slides off Sunwoo’s shoulder and lands on the mat beside his head. Junghwan’s hips jerk forward once or twice, and Sunwoo’s cock pulses inside him with desire as Junghwan sobs dryly, swallows hard, and finally starts to move again on Sunwoo’s cock. Sunwoo bites his lip, nearly at the edge himself.

“I’m sorry,” Junghwan rasps, opening his eyes finally but lowering his head. He releases his grip on his cock and sits up straighter. This new angle doesn’t hit his prostate; even so, now that he’s upright, Sunwoo can see his cock twitching and dripping constantly, barely holding back from orgasm. Watching him struggle is bringing Sunwoo to the edge himself.

“Don’t be sorry,” Sunwoo says, and his voice feels low and resonant in his own chest. “Never be sorry for enjoying yourself.”

Junghwan sobs again. His eyes lift, raking up Sunwoo’s precome-smeared abs and his flat chest, and holding his eyes, Junghwan fumbles for a hand to hold. Sunwoo gives to it him, lacing together the fingers on both their hands and bringing one up to kiss his knuckles.

“Stop,” he says then, and Junghwan’s hips slow and then stop, muscles flexing around Sunwoo’s cock, still trying to draw him deeper. “I want you on your back,” he instructs, and Junghwan’s cock twitches at the same time his face does. Sunwoo hasn’t even looked him in the eye in a few minutes- Junghan fucks with his eyes closed, concentrated, lost from the reasonable world when he’s really loving it.

Junghwan nods, head still down, bangs falling into his eyes. He lift himself off with a soft hiss and rolls onto his back, waiting with spread legs and dazed eyes as he finally looks up at Sunwoo.

“We need more oils,” Sunwoo says, and his voice feels thick, heavy, his chest tight. Junghwan nods, mouth open, sense obviously fucked right out of him- his face is blank, heavy-lidded, drunk. Sunwoo reaches to the dresser by the side of the bed and pulls out a glass bottle with a long neck, stoppered at the top and at one side. He opens both and slides the long end inside him, pulling out slowly so he can watch the oil drain deep inside Junghwan’s body, the second opening letting air in so it can pour. His entrance is swollen, red, puffy, glistening, used- It looks so welcoming that Sunwoo might not be able to resist taking him twice this evening if he catches sight of it again after dinner.

He catches some oil in his palm at the end and sweeps it along his cock, then reaches for the handkerchief in the same drawer to wipe away much of the oil from his hand when he’s set the bottle aside. They’re both sweating so much he’ll need to have the mats changed anyway, so that’s not the concern; he just doesn’t appreciate mess.

Junghwan has calmed some by the time Sunwoo is finished.

“I’m going to take you hard,” he warns with a cruel grin, but Junghwan is too far gone to care. His bangs are tipped with sweat, face flushed along his perfect sharp cheekbones, and he still looks delirious as Sunwoo climbs on top of him, laying still.

The tip of Sunwoo’s cock brushes his entrance for the second time, and he feels Junghwan stretch and tighten hopefully, rolling his head to the side. Sunwoo lifts one of Junghwan’s arms around his neck.

He could do this forever. Junghwan is absolutely perfect.

“It’s good?” he whispers, bumping his hips forward to slide against him as he whispers right against Junghwan’s neck.

Junghwan whimpers and nods and finally snaps out of it, turning and lifting his chin like he’s hoping for a kiss. He knows better than to just take one even now, apparently. Small moments of good training.

Sunwoo’s cock throbs. The first press inside is going to be so good.

“I asked you a question.”

Junghwan’s brows furrow, pressing his hips up. “It’s so good, sir, you’re so good, I just wanna come so badly sir-”

“You’re still close?”

Junghwan nods desperately, short and fast, lips brushing Sunwoo’s.

“I’m going to take you again now,” Sunwoo murmurs, and his cock throbs at the thought, his pulse quickening. “Hard. And you can come whenever you want.”

“Thank you, thank you sir-”

“Sh,” Sunwoo says, and shuts him up with a kiss. His chest is on fire, looking at Junghwan’s bangs all messy in his face, his red lips, his half-lidded eyes as he pulls back.

Sunwoo watches him as he finally pushes inside and it’s literally, as it always is, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Training or none, he can’t believe Junghwan wasn’t sold purely on the seductive value of his red lips and the way they fall open when he’s filled properly, eyebrows furrowing beneath his damp hair and throwing his head back. Sunwoo laughs with sheer delight and draws back nearly to the tip, then slams in again hard enough to knock a cry from Junghwan. He aims carefully- he’s not going to last much longer himself tonight, but he’s okay with that. They’ve had plenty of fun.

With no more warning, he picks up the pace, slamming in and out of him till the sound of their skin meeting fills the room.

“Mine,” he hisses, and Junghwan sobs, “Sir, sir, please-”

Sunwoo throbs inside him- he’s so slick inside now, no friction at all, just the wet slide and that impossibly inviting tight heat, the strong clench of his muscled barriered by smooth skin. Sunwoo reaches down, grabs him behind on knee and folds his thigh to his chest, holding him wide open and feeling himself flush again with delight and heat at the way Junghwan thrashes under him.

“Gods- sir, so- I-”

Sunwoo leans down to kiss him, craning his neck; their lips barely do more than brush with Junghwan’s thigh between them, but the act of being held open and kissed seems to do it for Junghwan. He sobs again, tossing his head back, fingernails slipping in the sweat on Sunwoo’s shoulderblades, howling these crazy unseemly, hopelessly Junghwannish high-pitched shrieks that eventually come to sound like “Master, Master, I’m about to-!”

Sunwoo moves faster, hadn’t even realized he’d slowed down at any point but manages to speed up again- he aims for his pet’s prostate, sinks his teeth into the inside of Junghwan’s knee, and Junghwan finally screams. He’s frozen, hips no longer pounding back against Sunwoo’s as he shakes, curls his head forward, and, untouched, spurts against his own belly.

He tightens around Sunwoo and Sunwoo’s vision whites out in spots.

“Shit, Junghwan,” he grunts, hips still slamming. Junghwan’s breathing hiccups, hitching in his chest as Sunwoo doesn’t slow down on him at all, one arm slumping hooked around Sunwoo’s neck and the other falling to the mat behind his head as his whole body goes limp.

“I just wanna be the reason--- you come,” Sunwoo grunts, panting, feeling heady and wild. A feeling somewhere between pride, ownership and frustration grows in his chest, and desire, and anger. “The only reason--- you ever come--- I just want--- every good thing--- in your life to come--- from me---”

Junghwan sighs, hips shifting a little bit weakly as Sunwoo works himself up, unleashing everything that’s been sitting on his chest and pushing his legs even wider apart.

“But I want your life--- to be so filled with good things---”

“Master,” Junghwan whispers into his mouth, eyes barely open.

“-I wanna fuck you--- and feed you--- and teach you--- and spoil you--- but I don’t want anyone else--- to ever touch you--- Do you understand?”

“Sir-”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Junghwan whines, wiggling to take some pressure off his stretched legs.

“I just love you so much--- I want you to be all mine, forever--- Junghwan---” he pants while Junghwan murmurs, “I’m yours, I’m yours,” back into his mouth. Sunwoo drips sweat into his forehead and then onto his neck, his whole body on fire, skin too hot and too tight. Junghwan, slippery and and warm as he is aswell, still feels like heaven.

“It just--- You just--- Make me crazy---”

“Sir, will you come inside me? Please?” Junghwan rasps, looking up at him with dazed eyes.

Sunwoo’s hips stutter, suddenly dizzy.

“So I can feel you-”

“Junghwan, damn-!” he pants against Junghwan’s sweat-slicked, flushed cheek.

“I only want to make you feel-”

Sunwoo grunts and snaps his hips in hard three times, cutting Junghwan’s word off with an open-mouth press of lips, then is perfectly still as he shakes through his orgasm. His cock pulses inside Junghwan, mind a perfect blank as the sensation rolls over him like a hot wave, Junghwan’s warm, soft body buffering the violence.

When he comes down, Junghwan’s eyes are half open, watching him with a blank stare. Sunwoo feels just as dizzy and blank; he slumps to the side of Junghwan’s hip, head on his sweaty chest, and he can feel Junghwan’s heart still hammering. That makes him smile a little.

His body feels heavy. Junghwan’s heart is beating very quickly.

“Wow,” he finally manages to drawl, staring his own knuckles where his fingers curve out of sight on the far side of Junghwan’s chest.

Junghwan does nothing but breathe.

Sunwoo feels the breeze coming in through the open doors on both sides of the bedroom, the summer sweeping past them and out the other side. His mat is sweaty; he’ll take Junghwan for a walk after dinner maybe and have a servant fetch him fresh ones. Maybe fuck him again on the dirty mat before he does, though. No point in sullying two.

He thinks about dinner, the warm scent he’ll soon smell of meat grilling in the courtyard, Junghwan kneeling neatly and still naked by his side as he flips the pork for both of them. That’s what he wants tonight- some days he just wants his meat grilled and brought to him, but this evening he wants Junghwan to do it, keep him around doing little chores, sharing dinner.

But - he thinks as the door clacks lightly against the wall, pushed by the breeze, and Junghwan’s heartbeat starts to slow - maybe not yet.

“Before we eat,” he murmurs against the wine-colored bruise he’d left on Junghwan’s chest, his sweaty starting to grow clammy in a pleasantly cooling way, “Let’s nap.”

He suspects Junghwan might already be sleeping.