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It started as a passing thought. Fleeting during his time jerking off alone. Maru lets himself think of all of the depraved things he can, because it pushes him to finish faster. Quite a fool-proof plan, except it doesn't cover all the bases.

Doesn't quite get rid of the itch underneath his skin. Doesn't quite relieve him of all the tension, doesn't quite uncoil the string that gets tangled up easily. Most obviously, he doesn't get to feel the warm embrace at his side, covering his back, encompassing his being.

Maru never thought of himself as a disciplined person. The traits often associated with successful people, were things he didn't resonate with or relate to.

It was during that fateful day when he was attacked by a nachal, and had garnered the powers of the devour nachal, that he was able to stand on his own two feet. Each enemy he came across, he learned more. About where nachal came from, about how the Yellow Dust Task Force came to be, and most importantly, about his coworkers—his teammates that had grown to be a second family to him.

There were still so many things, shrouded in mystery. Why nachal had come into existence the way they did, who else was lurking beneath the shadows, and how Maru should come to harness his power better.

Maru had found himself to become more drawn to the mind state he had been in, during…

Well.

During his initial… side-effect "episode", it strangely became a comforting anchor he found himself reminiscing on despite most of his memories of it being debauched. He could feel himself getting hot everytime he thought about it, but in all the moments in between…

He was floating, the tether having snapped and dissipating into thin air. 

Seonwoo hadn't tied him up since that day, though he's come to relish in the thrill of Seonwoo's hands around him, pinning him down, and that about does him in just the same.

In a job where he's pushed to his physical limits, Maru had honed his spatial awareness overtime, but having the devour nachal within him always kept him on his toes.

Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, hallucinating figures hovering over him in the bedroom, and especially during fights—more sweat, more grit, more fingernails, more snarling, growling, more roughness.

Something deep inside him always threatening to burst out, and looking at the bigger picture—threatening to end all of humanity would be enough to make anyone lose a couple nights of sleep.

And stupid, horribly attractive, annoying Seonwoo never soothed him.

At least, not in the way he would expect someone close to him would.

While others would have the grace to provide placating comments, Seonwoo would deliver honest jabs that irritated Maru to no end.

Because it would actually work.

It's not that Seonwoo would always know what to say, it's that he would just express his opinions of his own accord, and that's what Maru found the most comforting. Seonwoo was strangely reliable in that sense, the way he wouldn't hold back his punches.

It was motivating that Seonwoo had always taken action, always tried to take a stride forward. The way he could beckon his finger, and Maru would follow.

As such, their annoying bickering and butting heads had continued, but so had their affections. Their embraces, their kisses. Their bodies intertwining, pain and pleasure coiling up tight, for what they reserved in words, they could share through touch.

So now, Maru can feel himself more, in his body.

And his body craves more.

What Maru finds most sickening, most depraving and shameful, is that it's not all due to the nachal powers.

Not everything can be blamed on side effects from the nachal.

And with his desires, to give, to take, to be loved, to be wanted…

He can't quite tell where the devour nachal begins and where he ends.

***

Maru slinks up behind Seonwoo in the kitchen, taps his forehead to the back of Seonwoo's neck.

Seonwoo is wearing yellow cleaning gloves, and it's entirely unsexy compared to his usual gloves, but Seonwoo's black compress shirt has Maru salivating, and he sneaks his hands up to grab a handful of the pecs.

Maru revels in the feel of the strong muscle, openly groping as he sniffs at Seonwoo's neck and the back of his head. The smell of his shampoo mixed with his scent—healthy sweat that's long been dried but still lingers like a whisper against his skin. Maru licks a stripe from his neck to his ear, earning a shiver from Seonwoo.

"Hey…" Seonwoo nudges at Maru with his elbow from behind, gestures to the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Jus' do it later…" Maru murmurs, and nibbles at Seonwoo's ear. His hands trail down from his chest, feeling around Seonwoo's abs and he squeezes, embracing him from behind. It would be a sweet hug, except Seonwoo can sense the tell-tale signs of impatience from the man groping him, as hands come down further, fingers ghosting against the hem of his sweat pants.

Seonwoo continues to rinse off the suds, placing one dish on the rack after another, with a bit of a swiftness. When he lets another bowl clank against the rack without a second thought, Maru lets out a miffed chuckle, and Seonwoo's jaw ticks.

"Let me finish this first", Seonwoo grunts.

"Sure", Maru smiles. His fingers let go of the hem, and instead palms right after Seonwoo's clothed erection. Seonwoo immediately whips his head to glare at Maru, but gets distracted by the hands playing at his crotch.

"What?" Maru feigns. His mouth waters at the feeling of it twitching under the fabric. "You said you wanted to finish first…" He licks his lips. "I'll do the work for you."

"The dishes?" Seonwoo suggests.

"Nah", Maru slyly says.

He settles his chin atop of Seonwoo's shoulder as he looks down at the view of his dick getting harder, Seonwoo's breath hitching at the way Maru lovingly rubs him. His palm presses firmly with just enough pressure, thumb attempting to grasp more around the length.

A bowl drops from Seonwoo's hands, and it clanks against the bottom of the sink. Plastic, thank goodness, because Seonwoo would have hated to clean up any broken glass. His goal of doing the dishes is promptly thrown out the window, derailed the second Maru started rubbing his dick through his sweatpants.

Seonwoo tears the gloves off his hands. "So fucking impatient", Seonwoo mutters, and promptly grabs Maru's neck, forcing his back to hit the kitchen counter. The other, comes to the small of Maru's waist, pulling them close together until their hips are flush, and the pressing of both their erections squeezes out a moan.

Seonwoo's fingers trail along the side of his waist, and he slips them right under Maru's shirt. It airs on the side of exploratory, the way Seonwoo pauses to feel the warmth of Maru's skin, the way his chest expands, the way he tries to take in more air, the task becoming more challenging the more they kiss. The tender hold scraping across his back makes his legs feel like jelly, more so because Maru had expected some scratching or roughness.

"What's got you all worked up today, hm?" Seonwoo hums.

"Don't know…" Maru murmurs. "Want it though."

Seonwoo leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Maru's mouth before parting wider, sneaking his tongue in. Maru welcomes the intrusion, tilting his face and feeling the warm expanse of their tongues sliding together. A soft gasp escapes Maru as he's suddenly lifted. Hands scoop up his ass easily, and his toes lift off the ground.

He lets out a confused "ah?", looking to see that Seonwoo's easily swept him up and placed him to sit on top of the kitchen counter, back against the cupboards. And Seonwoo is on him again, with more fervor. Sucks on his tongue, hands roaming around Maru's broad shoulders, snaking around to feel at his nape, his collarbones, down his ribs.

A heat sneaks up his spine when Seonwoo's fingers tease down Maru's sensitive stomach, teasing around until he gives his hips a tight squeeze. Maru lets out a surprised squeak, and a "that tickles…"

Seonwoo just smirks at that, continuing to work in Maru's mouth until they're both gasping for air. Seonwoo grunts and Maru swallows the sound, echoing back a needy whine. Maru hooks his legs and pulls Seonwoo's hips in, and grinds their lengths together. Seonwoo grunts, and presses further, using his hand to steady the small of Maru's back.

Maru's pace is a bit more frantic as he chases the friction, crossing his ankles and digging his heels into Seonwoo's back. Seonwoo meets Maru at the same pace, but purposefully slowing down, the drag sending a shiver down Maru's spine.

When their mouths seperate, a small trail of saliva connects between the two. Maru licks across his lips, and when Seonwoo leans in again, Maru interrupts, "Let me suck you off."

Seonwoo halts. His gaze flickers over Maru's face.

Seonwoo is flushed, eyes dialated, hunger simmering underneath the surface. The two men no doubt mirror each other, but something of curiosity flashes across Seonwoo's face. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm", Maru nods, and promptly sinks down to his knees. Seonwoo looks mildly startled at the change in position, but Maru presses his cheek along Seonwoo's inner thigh. He uses Seonwoo's surprise to his advantage, pushing him until Seonwoo's back hits the kitchen counter, and he lets both his hands grasp softly over the sweatpants as he starts to mouth the outline. Loves that he can feel Seonwoo's dick twitch underneath the two layers of cotton.

Maru's fingers nimbly come to the waist band at Seonwoo's sweatpants, and he pulls until they drop down to his knees. Presses his nose up against Seonwoo's crotch, and the smell of skin and musk makes him feel a little heady. He takes in more, like he can't get enough.

"You smell good", Maru murmurs, closing his eyes. The way he can feel the outline through gray boxer briefs makes Maru start to salivate, and he kisses against the length through the fabric, and sucks until there's a small spot of saliva.

Seonwoo hisses at the contact and at the way Maru's tongue peeks out lewdly. He nuzzles against the hardened length, relishes in the feel of the way it twitches against his cheek. His hands roam up and down his strong thighs, and rest on the outside, just above his knees.

When Maru sucks a small spot on the other side of his crotch, he keeps sniffing, and Seonwoo's fingers against the countertop twitch. One hand comes to cradle Maru's jaw, and he looks up through his eyelashes, lips wet with saliva.

"You gonna keep sniffing me or you gonna open your mouth?"

"Now who's impatient", Maru tuts. But his fingers crawl up to Seonwoo's briefs to pull him out, anyways. It springs out, almost hitting Maru in the face as it bobs.

"You're so hard…" Maru grins.

"And who's fault is that?"

"Sorry…" he laps a bead of precum off. "I'll take responsibility." Seonwoo groans, and Maru kisses the slit of his head, underneath it, a few veins along the length, and his heavy balls. Seonwoo just clenches the countertop, his knuckles going white as his breath comes out a bit faster.

Maru can feel Seonwoo's gaze burning into him, and drags out the first real contact. Presses his lips back to the slit, swirls his tongue around the head. Flicks his tongue against it a few times, and envelops the head in his hot mouth.

Seonwoo curses.

Maru presses, presses all the way until his nose taps Seonwoo's stomach, and pulls out when he gags. He goes back in halfway, tongue pressing against the throbbing vein underneath the head. Maru swirls his tongue around, and hollows his cheeks as he sucks obscenely, letting the wet slick sounds echo out in the kitchen.

"You're fucking devouring me", Seonwoo grits, throwing his head back. Maru loves the view from down below, the way his throat bobs, the sharp slope of his neck and jaw.

A trembling hand comes to rest at the top of Maru's head, and he invites the attention, humming contently. The vibrations send a spark to Seonwoo's gut, and his moan comes out a bit wrecked.

Seonwoo's eyebrow twitches, and his grip tightens in Maru's hair as he looks at the debauched sight. Maru's mouth stretched open wide, eyes half lidded, spit and precum making his lips glisten. There's crinkles in the corner of his eyes, no doubt from enjoyment, the pure bliss of sucking cock.

Maru does something filthy with his tongue, and Seonwoo squeezes his eyes shut, his head tilting back as he groans. He's not going to last soon, with this devil sucking his soul out from his tip.

As if he can read Seonwoo's mind, Maru says, still muffled around Seonwoo's dick, "Jus' cum in m' mouth." He dives in deeper, slightly gagging on the length, throat wet. Seonwoo hisses, grabs Maru's hair and firmly yanks him off. His mouth lets off with a wet pop, and Maru feels himself magnetized to Seonwoo's cock, leaning in and letting his cheek nuzzle against the length like he misses it.

"Maru—" Seonwoo has to yank at his hair to get him to look up, because the cock in his face is stealing all the attention. "Maru, hey."

"Hmm?" Maru hums, pretending to listen as his eyes wander back. His focus quickly narrows back in on a prominent vein on the underside of Seonwoo's cock. It pulses, and it looks so delicious. Seonwoo is saying something, but it's clearly not important because Maru tunes it out like radio static, continuing his diligent task.

He presses a kiss to the head, the tip moist with precum. He laps up a drop, and swallows it with a satisfied sound. Seonwoo makes a noise like he's being strangled, and Maru goes to grab at the length with a hand, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the slit.

Maru pants a bit, not taking his eyes off of Seonwoo's throbbing cock for a second. His thumb works the head, all the while his panting gets more wet.

Instead of swallowing the saliva that's pooled up in his mouth, Maru opens and sticks his tongue out just enough. A thick trail of saliva drops excruciatingly slow, and the hot spit does terrible things to Seonwoo as his thighs tremble.

Seonwoo is saying something, or it might have been a curse, but Maru can't hear well. Can only think about teasing the cock right in front of him, and he licks his lips as he starts stroking the base with one hand, letting his mouth hang loose as the tip slides back and forth on the plane of his tongue.

If anything, Seonwoo's hand that tightens at his scalp just encourages him. He moans from the sensation, and his mouth sends vibrations that has Seonwoo's hips jerking.

"Your fucking mouth…" Seonwoo groans. Maru just sinks in deeper until the head taps the back of his throat, and his eyes flutter, his tongue swirling in laguid motions, pressing firmly on the throbbing veins. The heat of Seonwoo's skin, the heaviness of his cock laying on his tongue, and the saltiness makes Maru feel dizzy.

He repeats the motion of bobbing his head, but pauses to plant wet kisses along the base, fingers firmly pressed against his thighs, grounding Seonwoo. Runs his tongue along the length, pressing the twitching muscle against the pulsing vein that makes Seonwoo squeeze his eyes shut.

Maru pulls back until just the head of Seonwoo's cock is situated between the spoon of his tongue, and takes one hand to jerk off Seonwoo at the base. The way his abs tighten is a wonderful sight, and Maru feels more pleased when Seonwoo lets out a heavy moan.

Maru feels the heat swirling around in his own gut as he squirms, the small friction in between his legs creating sparks as he gets more messy. Pulls back just to let Seonwoo see the precum and saliva connecting from his dick to Maru's tongue. Shallowly thrusts the head back against the hot plane of his tongue while letting it catch in a way that has his throat making wet, obscene sounds.

He feels himself getting lost in the rhythm in it, his own dick straining and leaking precum in his pants. Relishes in all the noises that Seonwoo is making as he slowly unravels.

And Seonwoo has to grab both his wrists to restrain him, but it just makes Maru flush, biting his lip in a crooked grin as he stares up at Seonwoo with anticipation. Seonwoo didn't mean to spur him on, but Maru shivers and his thighs rub together, arousal present with the tent he's sporting.

"Don't… don't look at me like that…" Seonwoo grits.

"Like what?" Maru murmurs hoarsely, with false niceties. There's a nice trail of saliva that drips down his chin, and Maru makes no attempt to wipe it away.

"You're drooling", Seonwoo wipes at Maru's chin, and Maru makes a content rumbling sound in his throat.

"Yer dick is drooling", Maru giggles, eyes half lidded and lips plump from being stretched wide. Even as he's bound by the wrists, Maru tries to lean in yet again, and Seonwoo has to let go of a hand to plant it firmly against Maru's forehead.

Only then does he stop, pouting until Seonwoo explains, "I don't want to cum just yet." He says it with his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, even as his dick is clearly throbbing for attention.

Maru feels a soreness in his knees from kneeling, and duly notes that Seonwoo is currently restraining him from pouncing on his dick any further. Maru feels a tinge of embarrassment, though it's fully worth it for the sight above him.

Hair disheveled, face flushed, heartbeat racing—

Maru grumbles with disappointment of not being able to swallow Seonwoo's cum, but he still has some pride left to not say it out loud.

"Wanna be in you", Seonwoo breathes.

…

Well.

Maru has no problems speeding up his plan. He purrs a rumbling sound of satisfaction, and they both practically trip up the stairs to get into the bedroom.

Maru is leaking enough for a small spot of precum to show on the outside of his boxers, the fabric clinging to the wet patch. He keeps his loose white tshirt on, and it's starting to hang off one shoulder. It exposes the smooth slope of his collarbone, teasing the exposed skin of his chest when he bends over.

As he slides off his underwear, the bottom hem of his t shirt covers his crotch, but the tent is undeniable. The wet spot is largely present on the inside of his underwear, and Seonwoo regards it with a smirk.

Maru is flushed, biting his lip, canines peeking through. Under Seonwoo's heated gaze, he feels like he's about to be devoured. Preens under the attention, the way Seonwoo's breath catches at the sight of him, the way his hands slowly palm over his ankles, his calves, his knees.

Maru's knees come up only for Seonwoo to spread them apart. He grabs the bottom part of Maru's shirt, and pulls it up towards Maru's mouth, wordlessly.

He bites, and Seonwoo chuckles. "How obedient."

Maru grumbles at the remark, and Seonwoo's hands come down to Maru's inner thighs. He immediately jumps at the contact, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Maru's breath hitches when a finger circles around his rim. The lube makes it easier for the first finger to slide in, but it catches Seonwoo by surprise how easy the second finger slides in quickly after.

"Why are you so soft down here?" Seonwoo slides into a knowing smirk. "You play with yourself recently?"

"Maybe…" Maru mumbles, fabric still in his mouth.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes—ugh, get on with it."

"You fuck yourself with a dildo?"

"Nah, you're my dildo."

"So romantic." Seonwoo deadpans.

His other hand mindlessly circles around Maru's inner thigh, feeling him up. Seonwoo twists his two fingers in a circular motion, and when he slides in the third, Maru's breath hitches.

Seonwoo's fingers brush against a spot that makes him clench.

"Relax a bit", Seonwoo chides. "You're gonna snap off my fingers."

"You're experienced with that, aren't you?", Maru mumbles.

Seonwoo sighs, and his fingers move slower. The curving motion still sends hot flashes straight to Maru's gut. There's a practiced expression of focus on Seonwoo's face as his fingers move, almost relaxed, and Maru raises an eyebrow, because it feels like he's—

Seonwoo curls his fingers just right, and Maru lets out a high pitched moan. He grits immediately after, cursing while his face goes red.

"Oh, found it", Seonwoo coos.

Maru's hands scramble grip at Seonwoo's bicep, but it's no use. Seonwoo slides into a devilish grin, pupils dialated, gaze heavy with heat.

Maru swallows, his throat feeling tight from arousal. The hem of his shirt falls just as he opens his mouth. "You—you're fucking with me."

"That's the plan." Seonwoo prods against the spot, knowingly, and it sends a jolt in his gut. It sparks, made all the worse by the wet noises starting to form, Seonwoo's three fingers seemingly twirling around in a playful way, if that's even possible to do up someone's ass.

Maru's head falls back against the pillow, and his hips jerk. An embarrassing whine crawls up from his throat, and suddenly his limbs feel as though they've lost all strength. He still has a hand uselessly wrapped around Seonwoo's wrist, and it's an uncomfortable stretch from how he's laying, but he wants to have some semblance of control, even if it's not really all there.

The pressing motion of those fingers inside of him has more moans leaking out.

Bit too early to be sounding like this, isn't it?

He must seem a bit too desperate, because Seonwoo's pace slows just for a moment, his eyes narrow, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Already?"

"You fucking—bastard, yes", Maru wheezes.

Seonwoo decides it's a great time to pull three fingers out at once, and Maru keens. Digs his heels into the mattress, his thighs twitching as his mouth opens in shock. Seonwoo flexes his wrist like its sore, and spreads two fingers to show a line of slick connecting the two. Maru's face burns at the sight, a bit overwhelmed from the sudden emptiness he feels.

The heat curls further in his gut when he realizes he almost came. From the way Seonwoo's fingers pulled out of him entirely, the sensation making him shiver.

"Oh god…" Maru shakily exhales.

He takes a deep breath to settle himself in his body, but when Seonwoo slides three fingers back in, his jaw goes slack.

His toes curl just as Seonwoo's fingers does, and as he's shaking, he feels himself empathize with Seonwoo a bit on not wanting to cum yet.

It's made all the worse when Seonwoo latches onto Maru's neck with his hot mouth, tongue sliding against skin before biting down without warning. It draws a high whine out from Maru, and he bears his neck more, letting Seonwoo suck hard at his skin before soothing it with his tongue.

Everywhere he latches on, he lets up and the air cools against his skin sticky with sweat and spit. Seonwoo continues to litter small bruises and bite marks across his skin, teeth scraping that makes Maru whimper.

He still musters up, "Who's…hah…devouring who now?"

In response, Seonwoo leans in and swirls his tongue around a nipple, open-mouthed. His hips jerk, and Seonwoo curls his finger on purpose, and it sends sparks behind his eyes. Seonwoo intends to make Maru eat all his words today, it seems.

"Fuck, fuck, wait…" "Hnnngh..I can't, Seonwoo I can't.."

Seonwoo eyes flick up and Maru feels himself burn more when he feels that heavy gaze on him. It punches a trill of moans out of him, and even when he curls in on himself, Seonwoo's grip is relentless, curling and prodding.

It really feels like Seonwoo's using him like a puppet, flexing his fingers inside his tight ass to make him squeal. Seonwoo has to palm a hand down on Maru's chest to get him to stay put, and he does, but not without trembling all over.

He feels the heat climb, inch by inch, and it burns. Seonwoo's fingers scissor and prod—and the way he has him pinned to the mattress makes Maru all the more hotter. When Seonwoo's fingers leave his hole, Maru lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. He can't tell if it's relief or disappointment he feels at those fingers leaving him.

Seonwoo circles around his rim, reveling in the way it twitches. His chest rises and falls at a fast pace, with a tenseness in his jaw, no doubt from holding back. Maru can see it, the way Seonwoo's eyes slide into something a bit more dark, and he follows that gaze down to his hole.

There's a trail of slick connecting from his hole to Seonwoo's fingertips, and Maru wheezes, utterly overwhelmed.

Just as Maru starts to squirm, Seonwoo slaps his fingers against Maru's wet hole.

Maru yelps.

The squelching sound is entirely debauched and reverberating in a way that makes Maru's brain fizzle out. His eyebrows furrow, his pace quickens, and when Seonwoo slaps at his hole again, his back arches. His mouth opens in shock, but no words come out.

It's not that hard of a slap, is the thing. But his nerves are lit up like a live wire with his hole being teased and poked and prodded. When Seonwoo is looking at him the way he is, and his fingers move with such precision, Maru feels himself slipping further and further.

"You hear that? Your hole is so wet for me." Slips two back in sloppily, just to make the slick sound out, his hole messier.

And Seonwoo feels the need to remind him, "You're the one that jumped on me first. Looking so desperate for cock." The third finger slides back in embarrassingly easy.

"Shut the f-fuck uh—up!" The end of his sentence breaks off in a high whine, trailing off into weak whimpers.

"You're telling me to shut up but you're the one moaning like a whore."

His eyes flicker, he's openly panting now, and Seonwoo closes the distance by getting flush with his chest, the thin fabric of their shirts starting to get damp with sweat. Seonwoo murmurs in the shell of his ear, "You're gonna cum on my fingers just like this."

Maru's breath hitches, his vision becoming blurry around the edges as tears start to well up in his eyes.

"Yer so…" Annoying, is what Maru wants to say, but it gets cut off by a drawn out moan, his own hips starting to move in motion to Seonwoo's thrusts.

And Maru whimpers, fingers coming up to grip at Seonwoo's shoulders as he squeezes out "Not fair…".

Seonwoo chuckles at the comment, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

"Since when did I play fair? And don't think I don't notice you fucking yourself on my fingers."

Maru glares at Seonwoo, but it falls short. "S-so what? If I'm gonna end up cumming then I might as well just do it myself…" Seonwoo scoffs at that, and stills his fingers entirely, still keeping the three crooked at an angle that burns. Maru's jaw almost drops at the audacity, from the way Seonwoo is pulling him around so easily.

He huffs, and when one second turns to two, Maru unintentionally clenches around the fingers, but they haven't moved an inch.

Fine, then. Maru clenches his jaw, eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

He starts moving his hips in short bursts, and the familiar motion has a plead hide right behind his teeth. It steams out in a high whine instead, his movement becoming more erratic as he chases the friction.

"You're really gonna—hah, make me do all the w-work?" Maru asks, all the while wanting to punch that stupid handsome face staring at him. That cocky smirk, the amusement dancing on his eyes, it's all too much, really.

His cock, leaking and throbbing, hasn't been touched this whole time. His fingers come to grasp at his own length, but Seonwoo swats his hand away. Maru huffs in frustration, to which Seonwoo simply responds, "Don't touch yourself, I want to see you cum just like this." The way he says it, almost completely unbothered, somehow makes Maru feel hotter in the face.

Maru's eyebrow twitches. "I, can't", he pants.

"You're doing it right now."

"Why do you always have to be such a…" Maru whines, not being able to pick from his list of many colorful adjectives. He rolls his hips down anyways.

"You know I can feel you clench down everytime you talk?"

Maru sends Seonwoo a wicked glare, only to be met back with an irritating smirk. He tries to pick up a rhythm with his hips, but the angle is awkward, and he can't get the fingers deep in there the way he wants.

He reaches down, with Seonwoo's fingers still up inside him, and grabs at his wrist. It feels like when he tries to plant himself down on a dildo, but he has significantly less control over it.

Seonwoo smirks, looking entirely too satisfied, like he knew Maru would end up resorting to it. "Looks like you need my help."

"You have a savior complex or something?" Maru wheezes.

Seonwoo leans in and kisses his cheek, then his jaw. "No, that's all you", Seonwoo murmurs. Maru can see his long eyelashes, and the red tips of his ears up closer like this. It makes him feel slightly more irritated, with the tension of the fingers inside of him, and the clench of his jaw, that Seonwoo hasn't already started fucking him into the mattress.

Maru reaches up with the most amount of precision he's had all day, in his pent-up state, and grabs the back of Seonwoo's neck. His eyes widen just the slightest bit, and Maru pulls him in.

Licks a long, filthy stripe starting from his Adam's apple, up his neck, and ending at his chin. He laps around the curve of his jaw, his neck, nibbles on his bottom lip, and feels a shiver run through Seonwoo.

"I'm clenching, hm?" Maru punctuates it with a roll of his hips, feeling entirely too petty. "Maybe cuz I want your cock in me instead." He inunciates the words in a particular way, and it seems to work, because Seonwoo's breath stutters for half a beat, before he narrowly looks at Maru like he's really about to devour him.

There's a twitch of the fingers inside of him, a sweet curl, and his dick jumps. Maru bites his lip, cursing.

"Say it again." His finger prods intentionally against that bundle of nerves, and Maru could feel his spine stiffen, both at the tone, and his stubborn hand.

"W-what?"

"Say it." Maru flinches, and squirms to try to get that firm pressure off, but Seonwoo just presses his fingers further in.

"Ugh—put your stupid cock in me."

"Is that any way to ask?" Seonwoo twists his fingers particularly harsh, making Maru yelp, his toes clenching. "Try again."

Maru swallows thickly, his knees instinctively closing together. Seonwoo has none of it, of course, and just presses his legs down into the mattress with his knee, his gaze unwavering.

Seonwoo's got him with such a firm press now that Maru can't help the weak whimpers that accompany every gasping breath he's taking now. The fingers that map out every curve and angle, now deep inside of him. Even now, it feels like his insides are being memorized.

The sick quirk about Seonwoo's powers is the precision combined with power. He's extremely dexterious, which is obvious from the way he fights, but that means that Seonwoo knows.

Seonwoo knows exactly where he needs to navigate, each digit honed to a calculated point.

Seonwoo can feel up every crevice inside of Maru and know which exact spots to poke and prod, to get what he wants. Seonwoo can feel when that tight hole starts to clench more, or twitch sporadically. He can feel when Maru is right there, right at the edge, and he chooses to dangle him there of his own volition.

It's entirely overwhelming, and not fair at all.

Looking at Seonwoo with tears at the corner of his eyes, Maru grits out, "Fuck me with your cock—hnngh, p-please…" until it cracks off into a whimper.

Seonwoo pauses, just a bit. There's a small moment of reprieve.

Until, those fingers start up again, and Maru screams as he starts to get finger fucked into the mattress. Seonwoo's mouth quirks up just the smallest bit as he uses his knee to push down one thigh, a hand to press down on the other. He's pinned down to the mattress, at least by his lower half, and Maru's squirming, but it's impossible to escape the onslaught.

"B-but—ah!—I said it…" Maru whines, hands scrambling to grip at anything.

I know." Seonwoo presses a kiss to Maru's knee. "You'll just cum on my cock after this."

Maru can only look down for a second at where Seonwoo's fingers are thrusting in and out of him, because the sight is almost too much. He turns his head to the side, cheek pressing against the pillow with an arm thrown across his face.

"Y-your…" Maru's stomach trembles, his back arching ever so slightly. "Your fingers, f-fuck…" A shudder wracks through his body, and Seonwoo just hums.

"Feels good, right?"

"I-I told you I wanted…hnngh—ah!"

"Are you sure though? Looks like you'd be satisfied with just my fingers…" Seonwoo sighs in mock disappointment.

Maru feels himself losing a game he didn't even know he was playing.

He says it anyways, moaning and wailing like he's been left stranded at sea. "N-not—ah! Fair…hnnnghh—ffuck me…" He doesn't even know what to respond to Seonwoo now, other than just moans and pleads.

His fingers curl and prod at that sensitive spot, the relentless stimulation pushing him right over the edge. Seonwoo murmurs in the shell of Maru's ear, "I got you…" and it's entirely too soft for what evil things his fingers are doing, but Maru falls for it anyways as his eyes flicker, rolling into the back of his head as the pressure and the pleasure mount to an overwhelming degree.

Maru fully curses Seonwoo as he clenches down hard, his toes curling, hands fisted into the sheets, cumming with a shout. All his nerves set off like fireworks, his blood hot under his skin.

Seonwoo just keeps his fingers as Maru rides the wave, the aftershocks of his relief washing over him in trembles.

He's sated but not fully satisfied, and Maru grumbles with an annoyance that he's ended up cumming first.

Seonwoo half-mindedly tells him he doesn't mind, like always, but Maru stews in his pettiness.

Seonwoo reaches for the drawer, rummaging until he halfhazardly tosses a handful of condoms onto the bed. Maru resists the urge to stare at the colorful assortment of squares at his side, not wanting to make Seonwoo feel that satisfied with his reaction.

Seonwoo thumbs a packet between his fingers before ripping off the packaging with his teeth, and Maru buries down a whimper at the sight. Seonwoo's chest looks especially tight with his nipples peaking through the compression shirt. It makes Maru salivate a bit, and he wants so badly to suck on them.

Seonwoo languidly strokes himself, from the base to the tip. It's slow and measured, though the way his chest is heaving is anything but.

Seonwoo fully slides the condom onto his length, and Maru resists the urge to pout.

"Take it off…" Maru murmurs.

"Hmm?" Seonwoo blinks. "Ah." He grabs the collar of his shirt with one hand and takes it off effortlessly, the ripple of muscle making Maru's mouth water. Seonwoo welcomes the attention with a smirk, Maru's gaze scraping down pectorals and chiseled muscle and the sheen of sweat and—shit, focus.

Maru has half a mind to correct himself, but then there's two strong arms trapping him on either side, hips coming to meet Maru's.

The moment that Seonwoo's cock touches his rim, he forgets everything else.

Seonwoo doesn't tease this time, probably because his cock has been throbbing the whole time he was thrusting his fingers into Maru until he came.

Seonwoo's tip breaches his hole, and it burns. He can feel the stretch, and Maru doesn't miss the way Seonwoo stares at where they're connecting. The way he watches his cock disappear more and more into Maru's ass. He almost wants to call him out on it, but he's doing the same, so he resigns himself to being just as much of a pervert.

Maru moans gratefully, excusing all the bullshit he had to endure to get to this point. His hole still tingles from being played with, but the stretching reduces the pain down to a noticeable amount, and Maru sighs from starting to feel filled.

Seonwoo's hands start roaming all over him. His hips, his waist, his hands crawl up to grope at his chest, and Seonwoo pulls it high enough so Maru's stiff nipples peak through. He thumbs both of them at the same time, like he's fiddling with a joy stick.

Maru curses himself for not latching onto Seonwoo's chest when he had the chance, because he feels his strength being sucked out of him from Seonwoo's invasive hands. Those flexible fingers snake down to the smallest part of his waist, and squeezes. Maru yelps, his back arching off the bed for a second.

Seonwoo's hands brace the small of his back, and Maru hears a grunt. He looks down, where Seonwoo looks enamored, and his eyes trail down to where his thumbs are, the little angle where he's lifting up Maru's hips.

At the flat slope of his stomach, there's a bulge peeking through.

Seonwoo's budge. His dick. Peeking through his stomach.

Maru blinks, stunned.

He barely has enough time to process with Seonwoo pressed against him to the hilt, and then he's moving. Seonwoo pulls halfway out and thrusts in, making Maru yelp.

It's entirely predictable, the way Seonwoo's fingers inch closer and closer to wrap around his stomach, thumbs coming closer to meet at his belly button.

"Wow…" Seonwoo murmurs. He continues to thrust, alternating from shallow to deep. His thumbs examine the slight ripple of skin from the way his cock slides in and out of Maru. There's a particularly harsh thrust that has Maru throw his head against the pillow, but then there's a firm press on his stomach, and it sends a jolt right in his gut. He can feel the back of his eyes tingle, and they tear up, threatening to break.

"W-wait…" Maru shakes. Seonwoo continues, completely undeterred. His fingers squeeze around where his cock shows an outline, the pressure of it inside and out making Maru's toes curl.

Tears spill from his eyes now, because it's too much. "D-don't press, ah—, it's sensitive", he whines. The plead just spurs Seonwoo on more, his fingers starting to tremble where they're still gripping onto Maru's waist, though he opts for thrusting harder instead.

He mewls from Seonwoo taking his claim, his cock pushing through his wet hole again and again. 

Seonwoo’s breath shudders out of him, gaze flicking from where his cock disappears in and out of Maru, to the red flush on his cheeks, to the adorable way his face twists up in pleasure. 

And his hands still grope around with a fervor. Fingertips that leave goosebumps in their trail, hot skin pressing against eachother. But Seonwoo’s eyes keep getting drawn back to that slight bulge. 

Maru’s whines pick up. 

Seonwoo shouldn’t. 

The ripple of skin is mesmerizing. 

He shouldn’t. 

Every thrust sends another moan out in the room, ringing in his head. 

It’s a bit mean.

His fingers move on their own, though.

They inch closer and closer, and Seonwoo firmly presses both his thumbs down, near that spot that Seonwoo can feel where the tip of his cock brushes up a slightly thicker gum of wall. 

Maru sobs, eyes opening in shock as cum spurts out, his orgasm ripped right out of him. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, more tears spilling out. 

Seonwoo leans in and licks the rolling tear right off his cheek as an unspoken apology. 

***

Maru feels a bit floaty, feeling warm bursts of…something, inside his gut. When it fades, he feels his insides tingle with the desire, because Seonwoo's cum was uselessly wasted inside the condom, and oh god—

His pulse races.

It dawns on Maru that it's not nearly enough.

It's like he's crawled through the desert, given only a drop of water.

He practically claws his fingers into the sheets, and resists the urge to growl, wanting to throw all the condoms in the bin.

When Seonwoo goes to grab another condom, Maru grabs at his forearm.

"D-don't…"

Seonwoo pauses for a moment, gaze sweeping down to assess the man under him who's barely able to catch his breath. "Oh? We're done already?" Seonwoo teases, though there's a fondness in his eyes. He returns his focus to Maru, pulling his legs down and massaging at his calf.

The thought of this ending already sends a small well of panic into his gut.

"N-no!" Maru blurts, and the urgency of it doesn't quite match the environment. Seonwoo raises his eyebrow, curiosity peeking through. He pauses, holds his gaze and posture steady and facing Maru.

"What is it?"

"J-just…" Maru bites his lip. The full attention Seonwoo is giving him is making his face burn.

"Keep going", Maru says, eyebrows slightly knitted. He hopes it doesn't come off as needy as he feels. "Don't put a condom on…" His voice trails off, but his words are as clear as day.

Seonwoo pauses, letting the words sink in until he slides back into a dark grin. "Oh? You wanna do it raw?"

"Y-yeah…"

"Then why didn't you say so?"

Maru splutters an undignified sound, averting his gaze and clenching his fingers into the sheets. The floor is clearly there for him to speak, but there's something mortifying about not even being able to say "it's embarrassing." Seonwoo must see it on his face, because he raises an eyebrow.

"My dick was just in you", Seonwoo chides.

"Well— do you.." Maru huffs. "Is it okay?"

Seonwoo places a chaste kiss on Maru's forehead, smirking a bit as he exhales. "Baby, it's more than okay." The name has Maru's pulse racing, and he can only reply with a breathless nod.

Maru's breath hitches at the way Seonwoo slowly slides inside him, because it's happening. It's actually happening. Not like the condom hid much, but a giddy sort of feeling starts to thrum in his body.

The skin on skin contact, the pulse of the veins, the tip of the head scraping against his walls—the fact that Seonwoo's raw dick is in him has Maru feeling a little inebriated. His moan is drawn out the further it slides inside him.

Seonwoo lets up an inch, before sliding further, and he gets there with a shallow thrust. When he sends it to the hilt, Maru chokes. It feels easier now, probably because Seonwoo's precum is making it more slick, and the thought spurs the heat in his gut.

Everytime Seonwoo thrusts all the way in, Maru moans like the air is squeezed from his lungs. Little punched up gasps of air has Seonwoo grunting back in response. He leans down, hands trailing down at the small of his waist. He thumbs around the skin, and Maru's stomach twitches under the pressure.

"Fuck…" When Seonwoo starts to pull out, he's halfway before Maru clasps his legs around Seonwoo and thrusts his hips up to meet him hip to hip.

Seonwoo hisses, at the sheer restraint. He looks down with wide eyes, vein throbbing in his neck.

"Maru…" Seonwoo grits, clenching at the sheets on either side of Maru's head.

"Yeah..." Maru breathes, clenching down while digging his hips in, somehow enveloping Seonwoo deeper inside him. It punches out a moan from Seonwoo, and Maru can feel the cock inside him twitch.

Seonwoo's brows knit together from the effort of restraint. "I'm gonna.."

"Yeah", Maru just repeats, shivering as he wills himself to hold on a bit longer, biting his lip at he feels the heat inside him climb. But Seonwoo just looks at him like he's gone a little crazy, and Maru probably has. He's been feeling himself sinking ever since his back hit the mattress.

"S-shit…hmmgh—yes…" Maru's head jerks up as he arches his back, toes curling into the sheets as he gives a devastating roll of his hips that has Seonwoo digging his nails into skin.

Seonwoo lets out a noise like he's dying, and hisses out air through clenched teeth as he tries to pull out. It's enough of a signal as any, and Maru centers himself to enough lucidity to thrust his hips up, making their hips flush as a vein pulses on the side of Seonwoo's neck.

"J-just…stay. Please?" Maru looks up at Seonwoo through glossy eyes, his eyelashes catching onto the dew. If that wasn't enough, he crosses his ankles in on either side, effectively trapping Seonwoo in with his legs. A gentle press at his back compared to the insane pressure wrapped around Seonwoo's throbbing cock.

"I'm gonna…" Seonwoo tries again, his eyes absolutely locked onto Maru as his chest heaves.

Maru whines, "I know…", his heels digging further into Seonwoo's back.

Seonwoo's hips still immediately, his mouth parting open, and an eyebrow twitches.

There's a beat, a pause for a bit too long.

Maru can feel his heartbeat in his throat, and his mouth goes dry. Seonwoo lets his head fall to meet Maru's chest, and Maru feels more anxious not being able to look at his face.

There's a deep sigh from Seonwoo, and worry spikes in Maru's chest. Seonwoo's hands go down to grip at Maru's hips, and he squirms a bit in the hard grasp.

Maru's hands tremble where they meet Seonwoo's shoulders. "You don't wanna?"

"You're gonna make me lose it. Seriously…" Seonwoo's voice scratches on the way out like gravel.

"Huh?"

Seonwoo squeezes out his breath through clenched teeth, voice coming out like steam. "You're telling me you want me to cum inside you?" Seonwoo's hands come down further, and he presses his thumbs into Maru's inner thighs, so close to his leaking cock but not touching.

Seonwoo's chest heaves a bit harder, and he raises his head. His blue eyes eclipsed with dialated pupils, a red tint on the tips of his ears. His gaze sharp, yet muddled with raw desire.

The sensation on both ends feels like an attack. Where their eyes meet, the feel of Seonwoo's quick breaths ghosting against his cheek, and the way his hips feel like they're starting to bruise has Maru reeling, and he gasps wetly. "Uhm?" His throat feels tight. "Yes…" His gaze flickers to the side, overwhelmed with the increased pressure in the room.

"'Uhm?'" Seonwoo mimics, then voice sliding low, "I need you to be sure about this."

"I'm like, a hundred percent sure…" Maru babbles. "No, a thousand percent." His voice tilts into a whine. "Inside, please, please…" He's not even making sense, he surely must sound crazy, but the neediness just spurs Seonwoo on more.

"Fucking hell…" Seonwoo grits, and starts moving. He moves up, pushing behind the back of Maru's knees and pounds in, flesh slapping together obscenely. A moan is ripped out from Maru's chest.

"Why…" Seonwoo grunts. "Didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I did.." Maru bites at his lip, his canines peeking through.

"No." Seonwoo thrusts. "You didn't."

"I-I did…" Maru stubbornly retorts, but his voice breaks off into a whine when Seonwoo slides out halfway and thrusts in one fell swoop. The rhythm picks up, and it sends sparks of heat to his gut, the way he can feel the throbbing length digging up in his guts.

Maru's toes curl at the sensation, but he keeps his legs spread. Seonwoo leans over to thumb at one nipple, and latches his mouth onto another, sucking at the sensitive buds. He releases his mouth from Maru's chest just to utter out a "You didn't", because of course he needs to have the last say. The vibration from Seonwoo's low timber, breath ghosting against his skin makes Maru shudder.

Seonwoo quickens his pace, pummeling right into that tight heat, the slapping of thighs that resound in the room. His hand pinching at Maru's nipple flattens and gropes around the expanse of his skin, eventually creeping up and resting in a tender grasp around his neck.

Maru jerks at the sensation, a high squeak sounding out. His back arches off the mattress before coming down, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but to no avail. Seonwoo's thumb provides the smallest amount of pressure on his Adam's apple, but it still makes Maru whine, and Seonwoo's mouth quirks up into a grin even as he's savouring the taste of Maru's nipple.

The shallow, quick thrusts turn a bit more erratic, and Maru can feel Seonwoo getting close, though he's not far behind. Maru feels his mouth salivating at the impending climb, the vein in his neck throbbing against the pressure of just Seonwoo's thumb alone, and he struggles to swallow, his throat feeling tight. He lets out a sound that's half moan, half hiccup.

It's overwhelming, and even with Seonwoo deep in his ass, mouthing at his chest, and hand grabbing at his throat, Maru pathetically needs more. He musters the strength to pull Seonwoo's hand up, catching the thumb in his mouth. Seonwoo lets off Maru's nipple with a wet pop, that dark gaze flicking up at him.

"Need something to suck on, hmm?" The low timber of Seonwoo's voice scrapes his ears, sends a shiver down his spine. "You'd look so cute with my cock down your throat, but your other hole is sucking it right now", and he punctuates that statement with a harsh thrust that jerks a moan out of Maru.

Seonwoo's thumb presses down, the twitching muscle of tongue giving way for Maru's mouth to open further. He can't recognize the debauched sounds coming up. Deep, gutteral, and all swirling around in the heated haze of his brain. He starts to suckle around the digit, a small line of drool leaking past his chin. Seonwoo's thumb slides in deeper, making his eyes flicker as his throat involuntarily clicks with a lewd swallow.

Through glossy eyes, tears welling up that threaten to shed, he looks at Seonwoo and nods—jerks his head with a fervor, a high whine ringing. Seonwoo tenses first, keeping his eyes over Maru while he becomes undone, and the sight is almost overwhelming for Maru. The heated gaze directed right at him, the way his chest is rising and falling, all the while keeping his hands on him in a way that feels like a tight embrace.

Maru's palm trembles over his stomach as Seonwoo's cock pulses inside of him. Thick ropes of cum coat his insides, and when he feels the heat of the liquid, it sends sparks behind his eyes and he's babbling again, incoherently.

It feels different from all the other times, like his insides are being pulled along a string. The heat of it swirls around, almost threatening to burst from the inside out. The release crashes down on Maru, hard.

His toes curl into the sheets as his back arches off of the mattress, and the tears welling up in his eyes spill just as his cock does.

Seonwoo grabs the small of his back, keeping his hips lifted off of the mattress, keeping his cock flushed deep inside of him, the pressure making Maru keen. He mewls from the feeling of being held so sturdy, and when Maru's thighs start to tremble from the position, Seonwoo slowly leads his hips back down to the mattress to rest.

Maru lets out soft pants and whines like he's letting out steam, utterly overwhelmed. Palm resting over his stomach, there's the small slope peeking out from where he can feel Seonwoo's cock inside of him. He shivers.

Seonwoo leans in and their lips meet, and when Maru keeps running out of breath, Seonwoo exhales out his nose in a small laugh.

"Hm? Good?" Seonwoo murmurs into the shell of Maru's ear. At the same time, his hand grasps at Maru's jaw, his mouth immediately parting, and Seonwoo's fingers trickle behind his ear at the same time he thumbs over the line of his jaw.

And Seonwoo must know, what that does to him. It's impossible not to notice, the way the muscles in Maru's body become lax, the way his eyes gloss over, and the complete and utter honesty finally leaking out.

He should be more embarrassed, but now that he's felt a load inside of him, he can't help himself. Now that he's gotten a taste, he needs more.

"R-really good. Keep going. Don't stop…" Maru can feel his cock hardening again, and his fingers tremble at his stomach. "H-here, it f-feels s' good.." Maru stammers. "Inside…hnngh…"

Seonwoo's shoulders shake a bit as he's hunched over Maru, a sweat drop rolling down to his collarbone.

Before the only sounds left are their breaths intertwining, before a hush can even settle, Maru starts to squirm, even as Seonwoo continues to catch his breath from the come down.

"A-again…mff—again…" Maru slurs. The slope of his stomach trembles, his hole clenching involuntarily. His lips slide into a dopey grin. "You know you wanna…hah…" He bites at his lip as his gaze focuses on the juncture of where Seonwoo's cock is flush against him.

"Dumbass, obviously I—", Seonwoo grunts, flushed in the face. "It hasn't even been 10 seconds—", with a roll of Maru's hips, it punches out a groan from Seonwoo, the wall of muscle wrapped around his dick making him see stars. "Fucking hell—" It knocks the strength out of him for a second, and when Seonwoo's head drops, he raises it with a scowl.

Maru simply giggles like this, unperturbed by the dark cloud brewing on top of Seonwoo's head. That, and the thick heat of arousal that's been pulling the rope taut.

Push and pull enough, though, and the rope eventually becomes frayed. Someone or something will have to snap eventually.

Seonwoo runs a hand through his locks, slightly damp from sweat as he pushes an exhale out, as far as it can go. A true test of strength, with the addition of the death grip he has on Maru's thigh that's sure to bruise. When he thumbs over Maru's stretched out rim, gripping on his cock, it twitches, and the smallest bit of cum that leaks out from his pull has Seonwoo transfixed for a moment.

When his gaze sweeps up, Seonwoo can see the splatter of cum on Maru's stomach, which Maru has now started to pet delicately with his fingers, smearing it on himself like a paintbrush flicking against a canvas. He's still panting a bit, the tip of his tongue peeking through canines shown better through a sly smile.

If not for Seonwoo's unrelenting grip, Maru would have started to grind, and his hole would really devour Seonwoo's cock in an impossible way, because the enveloping heat is already jumpstarting Seonwoo to full hardness.

Seonwoo grabs at his cheek and pinches. "Why're you so needy today?" Maru lets out soft pants, preening at the attention, at the delicious pressure Seonwoo always lays onto him. "Hmm? Does my cock feel that good?"

Maru feels the small quirk of Seonwoo's lips forming a smirk, the exhale of breath hitting his cheek. "Or does being filled with my cum feel even better?" The feeling of it replays in his mind, the warmth that spread through his insides, his core, expanding across his body like sparks were being lit on his veins.

"Mmmph…" Maru nods, stiff against Seonwoo's grasp. His eyes flicker as he replays the feeling in his mind. Seonwoo's hand grabs and squeezes at Maru's cheeks as he turns his head this way and that. Maru lets all the manhandling happen with no complaints, eyes blown wide with a cheeky smile, as he all but giggles while looking at Seonwoo.

"We only went a couple rounds, and you're already fucked stupid", Seonwoo hisses, and Maru's gut stirs at the tone in his voice.

When Seonwoo pulls his cock out, his hips stutter as Maru's rim clenches around the head. Before Maru can start to whine again, Seonwoo slaps at his inner thigh, and grunts, "Ass up."

It takes Maru a split second too long to process the demand, and Seonwoo is already grabbing at his forearm, twisting his body. Maru's stained stomach smears his liquid against the bedsheets, but Seonwoo pays it no mind.

The press of the mattress against his oversensitive cock slaps some clarity into him, and he turns his head with one cheek pressed against the pillow, glaring at Seonwoo.

"Jus' fuck me already." Maru's scowl falls short as Seonwoo presses his cock to the swell of Maru's ass. His lips part in a soft gasp at the feeling of slick friction between his cheeks. The thick air of desire, the way Seonwoo looks down at him sends heat pooling in his gut.

There's a strange sense of foreboding he feels, like he's poking a sleeping bear. But his face is in the mattress, his hips are high up in the air, and Maru can't find it in him to feel all that sorry about it.

"Hmm?" Maru wiggles his hips, presses his ass against Seonwoo's cock as his only form of retaliation. "Can't last?"

Seonwoo almost growls, "Oh, I'm not done with you." Maru grins stupidly at this, cheek pressed against the mattress, still craning to look back at Seonwoo like he's about to be given a present.

Seonwoo's hand grips tightly around Maru's waist, maybe a little too hard, because he squeaks an "ow!", and his fingers barely let up. With his leaking cock still sliding up between his ass cheeks, Maru can feel the precum leak, a drop of it landing on the small of his back.

He can feel his blood swirling around in his ears, and he grips the sheets, saliva starting to accumulate in his mouth.

"Hurry up", Maru whines, squirming in Seonwoo's grip, the friction making Seonwoo groan. He leans back, just as Maru starts to whine, and then his open palm smacks against Maru's ass cheek.

"Don't give me attitude."

It happens so fast that Maru barely registers it at first, his jaw opening in shock as the sting sends goosebumps up his spine.

His head drops against the bed as he's bent over, and from the angle he can see his own cock, leaking insistently, and twitching. There's a wave of something that washes over his body, like an invisible fog. It permeates, and Maru feels like there's no other place he needs to be except here, right now. Face down in the sheets, ass up.

Seonwoo spares no reserve on the second slap, a thundering crack coming down as his palm meets the swell of fat on Maru's ass. Maru chokes on a sob.

He feels liquid start to leak from his hole, just as Seonwoo grabs at his ass cheek, spreading them to see his hole pulsating.

"Thought that would make you tighten up, but you got loose like a little whore", Seonwoo groans, as he kneads Maru's ass like dough. He can feel some of Seonwoo's cum gush out of him under the ministrations, and he moans, dragging his head across the sheets.

Maru's mind wanders for a brief second, biting his lip as he wonders what would happen if he kept pushing. The thoughts that start to run rampant in his mind isn't doing his body any favors, oversensitive and already leaking.

His hole is begging for it, and being bent over like this isn't doing him any favors, so he relents. Just whimpers in the aftershocks, the sick thrill of being hit running through his body.

Seonwoo leans forward, and the body heat pressed against his back from Seonwoo's chest feels so good. He whispers, low and mean, "You want me to cum inside you again? You better beg for it."

No smart retorts come to mind, just the plead hiding behind his teeth.

"I—I want it, please, please", Maru squeezes out. Seonwoo hums at that. It's apparently not enough, but Maru can't take another second without a cock in him, so he bites. Cranes his head to look at Seonwoo as coyly as possible. "Need it. Need you in me, pleeaseeee", stretching out his plea in a pathetic way.

Seonwoo gives his hips a squeeze, and then he starts to slide back in.

The drag is delicious, and Maru's legs sprawl out, his toes curling against the sheets as he starts to arch his back, taking in more.

Seonwoo groans, "You're starting to lose it. Remind me who's cock is in you right now."

And immediately—"Seonwoo, Seonwoo—oh god, Seonwoo" Maru babbles. He arches his back a bit more, feeling the surrender slip over him like a veil. Seonwoo exhales harshly through his nose.

"You're so…" Seonwoo grits.

Seonwoo grabs both of Maru's wrists, pinning them to the mattress, using the momentum to slam his hips forward. Maru's cock bobs uselessly between his legs, flushed and leaking precum.

"F-fill me up.. oh god…" Maru mewls when Seonwoo thrusts his hips sharply.

"Shit…would've done this sooner if you were being honest", Seonwoo exhales, his blue eyes turned to pin pricks, drinking in the scene of Maru becoming softer, more pliant after just a couple smacks on his ass. Maru presses his forehead against the pillow, then his cheek when he can't breathe that well. He takes in every thrust gratefully, his open mouth curling at the corners in delight at Seonwoo slamming his hips, grounding into him.

Maru keens on a hard thrust that Seonwoo presses in, and Maru's mouth parts on a moan as his eyes flicker. Seonwoo can feel the way Maru clenches tight on him everytime he pulls out, and the heat of it everytime he pushes in.

It's intoxicating.

More so the sight of Maru spreading his legs wider so he can feel it deeper.

The way his fingers twitch and grip the bedsheets, but stay right where Seonwoo has him pinned by the wrists. Seonwoo thinks that the stretch might be uncomfortable, the way Maru has his back arched, but the angle of where his cock is hitting is just right.

Seonwoo relishes in the lewd wet sounds of that tight heat pulling him in and in. "You're clenching on me so tight, it's like your hole doesn't want me to leave", he grunts.

Maru just moans, and the slapping of their thighs somehow sound out louder, and it's entirely lewd.

"Don't forget you asked me for this", Seonwoo grunts, as he goes to grab Maru. He hoists Maru up, wrapping one arm across his neck, effectively putting him a headlock. The sudden vertical shift Maru warbling a confused protest, until Seonwoo lets gravity take over, and he’s impaled on Seonwoo's cock.

The angle punches against his prostate, and Maru keens. He scrambles for purchase, his hands coming to grab at Seonwoo's biceps, his hole being relentlessly pummeled as he feels Seonwoo's other hand tip at his jaw. Maru's head tilts back against that broad shoulder, and Seonwoo whispers, "Next time, be honest, yeah?"

Maru babbles what sounds like Seonwoo's name, and tries to nod as best he can. Can't remember what he needs to be honest about specifically, but he gives it the best try he can while his hole is being ruined.

A trill of pants and moans steam out of Maru's mouth with every thrust Seonwoo is giving him, but his jaw becomes slack when Seonwoo murmurs "Good boy" into his ear. His mouth parts open at that, openly moaning. Goosebumps prick along his skin. His fingers clench harder into where Seonwoo's bicep wraps around his neck, no doubt leaving scratch marks.

"Yeah? You like that?" Maru's eyes flicker, the coil in his gut winding tighter and hotter. The saliva pools in his mouth.

"You're taking my cock so well", Seonwoo croons. "Doing such a good job." His voice tilts in a way that must be demeaning, but to Maru's head filled with a lustful haze, it sends sparks behind his eyes. He feels his chest swell at the praise that so easily leaves Seonwoo's mouth. Wants to do the same for him. Wants Seonwoo to feel good too.

"Hnngh…" Maru blearily tries to face Seonwoo, but his body is already stretched at an angle with his back arching, ass slapping against Seonwoo's hips as his cock bobs obscenely with each thrust.

Seonwoo grunts against his ear, and it sounds like music, and it's definitely an attack on both ends, with Seonwoo's cock pressing against his prostate with every grind at this angle.

When Seonwoo's pace becomes excruciating in each drag, Maru finds himself fucking back on Seonwoo, his ass slapping against Seonwoo's hips everytime he bottoms out.

"Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like a slut." The last word punches him in the gut, and Maru lets out a wrecked moan, his hips slamming down faster. The cum inside him from just one load earlier starts to froth from the slick friction of Seonwoo sliding in and out of him. He drags his hips, each time scraping against Maru's prostate that has him curling his toes.

"Want me to fill you up, hmm?"

Tears well up in Maru's eyes. "Yesyesyes—mnngh…" The admission is entirely too easy, and Maru feels himself getting swept away by the pleasure. His toes curl in anticipation, but this moment right here feels like he could stay in it forever. The way he can feel heat vibrating around him, the press of Seonwoo's chest against his back, the way his legs could go limp, and he'd still be pummeled.

"Such a good slut you are…" Seonwoo whispers, into the shell of his ear. The low vibration sends sparks to his gut. Seonwoo's fingers dig into the meat of his hip, just as Maru's fingers dig into the bicep wrapped around his neck.

"Fuck, mnngh—Seonwoo…s' good, s' good", Maru slurs. He's drooling.

Seonwoo's pace quickens, because he's not going to last much longer with the way Maru is sounding. His cock presses against Maru's prostate with each pass, little yelps being squeezed out of him from the jolts of pleasure that hit right in his gut.

Maru moans, and when Seonwoo's bicep accidentally tightens, Maru's fingers scramble up in a hurry. He chokes with a wet gasp, taking in air. Seonwoo winces at the tight clench around his cock, and releases the headlock instantly.

Seonwoo starts to withdraw his arm, but Maru's fingers grip him tight, as if to keep himself pinned in place. "D-don't stop, don't stop", Maru warbles. Seonwoo grits his teeth and keeps thrusting up into Maru.

With the way Maru's clenching onto his dick, his eyes tearing up with desperation, Seonwoo never stood a chance.

"I'm gonna—oh fuck, cum in me, pleasepleaseplease", Maru pleads.

"Fucking hell", Seonwoo steams. He focuses more attention on keeping his arm curled firm around Maru, but not enough to actually choke him, because the implications from earlier is too much for Seonwoo. He tucks it in the back of his mind for when he's more stable, not when he's been dangling on an excruciating edge by just trying not to cum right away.

The effort is moot, because Maru is moaning right into Seonwoo's ear and he's squeezing on his cock like crazy, and looking at his face is like looking directly into the sun, utterly blinding, and oh he looks so pretty crying on my cock—

Is the last coherent thought Seonwoo has before the sparks explode behind his eyes and his gut, thrusting harshly to the hilt as his cum spills inside Maru for the second time.

The feeling is so, so much, and Seonwoo has to squeeze his eyes to get his bearings on right. He heaves, and he can feel how hot it is where Maru's back is pressed against his chest, where the back of his neck and his ears are red, where he can see a peek of that flushed, leaking cock.

Seonwoo leans slightly back to see Maru's hole still tightly wrapped around his cock, the sight making him twitch.

He still feels Maru shaking like a leaf, wet warbles pouring from his mouth. It's indistinguishable, but he's saying something. Seonwoo has to lean in close, grabbing Maru's chin to face him.

"C-can you…I…P-please…I need to cum…" Maru murmurs, eyebrows furrowed up, drool leaking down his chin, and eyes glazed over. His breath comes out in wet pants, all the while still clinging onto Seonwoo like a lifeline.

The gears turn in Seonwoo's head. He didn't tell Maru he couldn't cum, but he also didn't tell him that he could.

Both his hands gripping Seonwoo's bicep, but he still has room to reach down, so why…

Seonwoo's heart stutters.

He feels a sick thrill run up his spine at Maru's utter compliance.

Seonwoo can feel himself raring to go again, simply from the the fact that Maru is getting off on letting Seonwoo decide when he can cum.

Seonwoo swallows thickly, and for a split second he's tempted to tell him no, just to see him break. But the way he's wound up so tight, trying so hard to not cum, trying so hard to be good—it makes Seonwoo feel all kinds of weak.

He looks down to see Maru's cock, still untouched, swollen and throbbing, and Seonwoo hums with sympathy. When Seonwoo's hand finally wraps around the length, his hips jerk, oversensitive from both ends.

"Yeah.." Seonwoo presses a kiss against Maru's slack jaw. "You can."

There's a moment there, because Maru processes it after a beat, and he finally lets himself go. A wrecked moan is dragged out, from deep inside his chest. He growls a bit at first, but it slides into high tilted whines as Seonwoo drags his hips at the same time he twists his hand to draw the last few spurts of cum from him.

Maru shakes in the aftershocks, mewling from the way Seonwoo's warm hand feels on his cock. Feels like his head is filled with cotton, like all of his movement is happening in slow motion. There's the slow pull of Seonwoo's cock out of him, and it's like warm honey liquid pools inside of him. Seonwoo lets go of his grip, and it's apparently the only thing holding him up, because he starts to slide down to the bed like a rag doll.

Seonwoo exhales out of his nose, a bit out of surprise at how loose Maru has become.

Maru curls up on his side, still panting to catch his breath. His eyes, half lidded and glazed over, look especially fragile.

"You gonna fall asleep?" Seonwoo breathes.

"No…"

"You look tired."

"Yeah…"

"You full yet?"

"…"

Seonwoo feels like he's playing 21 questions with the way Maru can only answer yes or no.

Seonwoo leans over, grazing his hands over the spots on his hips where his fingers have left indents. No doubt it'll bruise by tommorow. Sweat slick where his bangs are sticking to his forehead, the drool running down his chin already starting to dry, his eyes a bit red around the rim from when his tears shed.

All things considered, Maru looks a bit gross, though Seonwoo can't help but feel a type of affection bloom in his chest from his unraveling.

And in the midst of his trembling and weak hands, he can see it. Thumbing at his rim, looking at the cum dribbling out of his hole…Maru glances over, slow. His eyes glossy, shifting to a focus.

Maru still looks hungry.

Seonwoo answers that last question for him.

"M-more…hnngh—ah! F-fuck", Maru moans, throwing his head back against the pillow just as he arches his back.

"Your tight hole…" Seonwoo groans. "Just keeps pulling me in." He huffs, a sweat drop rolling down his forehead. His ears flushed red by now, just as his cheeks, the color extending down his neck. "Like you don't want me to leave."

Maru just wraps his arms around Seonwoo, pulling him in, and Seonwoo's thighs flex with the strain of thrusting his hips harsher.

"How many loads have I blown in you?" Seonwoo thrusts. "Four?" Curved over Maru this way, Seonwoo's shoulders almost cover him, and Maru meets his hips back against Seonwoo's with a hot rhythm.

"F-five", Maru corrects, as his moan cracks off into a high whine.

"And you're still greedy for more", Seonwoo grits.

The greedy thing pulls Seonwoo in, lapping at the side of his neck, nibbling at his chin, his bottom lip, until they start to kiss. It's sloppy and wet, and Maru's ankles press hard against the small of Seonwoo's back at the same time, the wet heat on both ends making a moan erupt out of Seonwoo.

A rumble, almost like an engine, starts up in Maru's chest. He's growling, baring his canines. His grip tightens, while his pace starts to get a bit erratic, like he's irritated. Seonwoo takes the chance to reach down, grabbing at Maru's cock. He jumps under the touch, still sensitive and still spurred on.

"G-give it…hnngh…give it to me—ah!"

"You want it?" Seonwoo huffs. "Then take it."

Maru springs up like a trigger, using his strong thighs to wrap Seonwoo as he uses the momentum to push his back down against the bed. The angle has Seonwoo dizzy, and it's because his head is hanging off the end of the bed. He tries to curl up, but Maru sits up halfway before slamming himself back down on Seonwoo's cock, his balls slapping against Maru's ass.

Seonwoo reels, his head thrown back as he feels the blood rushing around. Might be the blood rushing to his head.

Maru's chest heaves. His eyes, turned to slits, with an unmistakeable yellow glow. It's a bit foreboding, but Seonwoo can't do much when Maru's thighs are pinning him down.

Seonwoo feels a shiver wrack through his body when Maru's mouth latches onto his nipple. It's a bit of a terrifying moment, the possibility that your nipples might get torn right off your chest.

Maru laps around the stiff nub, all sloppy, and then sucks hard around his pecs. Seonwoo's hips jerk up, and Maru moans gratefully. He leaves wet, red marks, his canines just scraping hard enough against the surface of his skin, before he moves onto the other nipple.

Seonwoo feels a vein throbbing in his head.

"Milk me from both ends, why don't you…"

Maru swivels his hips, pleasure sparking through Seonwoo's cock. "Gimme all yer milk", he slurs.

Seonwoo's face burns with heat. "Jesus…" His lower half burns with the heat and the pleasure, hips going weak as those tight walls constrict around him, his spend spilling out until it starts to overflow. He barely has the ability to respond coherently, as he starts to weakly moan against the way Maru just continues to take, take, take.

Maru's eyes, half-lidded in sweet pleasure, licks his lips. His hole still pulses impossibly tight, trapping Seonwoo in this repeating cycle of hot burning pleasure and pain, his cock oversensitive, surrounded by hot walls, his lower half pinned down by Maru's weight.

Maru, too far gone in his plans, looks like a kitten in the cream. He grins as he goes to grope at Seonwoo's pecs, now littered with wet kisses and bite marks.

"You pervert…" Seonwoo mutters weakly.

"Yeah", Maru presses a kiss to Seonwoo's jaw, riding out until he's satisfied.