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Guess who’s awake? Did you miss me? ^^
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Jaekwan-ah! I don’t think I can eat on my own, could you feed me please?
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Jaekwan-ah! Can you lend me your phone? I’m bored!
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Jaekwan-ah! Could you do the paperwork on my desk for me please?
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Jaekwan-ah is so cute and helpful! The best junior ever~
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Jaekwan-ah!
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Why the long face?
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You’re worrying too much! I’ll be fine in no time! ^^
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Even if I wasn’t, I have a helpful junior who’s always there to help this poor helpless senior~
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Why should I worry so much about getting my voice back when I can just write it all out for you to do for me!
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In hindsight, provoking an already upset and stressed out Ryu Jaekwan was a bad idea. But how was Choi supposed to know that he’d take it out on him in such a way?
-///-
“Mmmph… ngh..!”
‘He’s being too slow.’
Choi wanted to scream but not a single sound came out. Thick fingers probing around inside of him as he could do nothing more than squirm on the medical bed.
“If this is too fast, we can stop anytime. Just write it down for me, Agent.”
Like he could even speak right now, let alone write.
Face flushed from exertion, lube and other bodily fluids making a mess of his lower body. Precum was dripping from the tip of cock while tremors wrecked his entire being.
His nipples were bruised and battered from the previous sucking and pulling that just the air grazing them fell too much. The sounds of the lube and his own cum squelching inside of his hole made him want to hide away under the blankets.
Choi couldn’t even tell how long it’s been since this whole thing started.
‘Jaekwan-ah, where did this streak of disobedience come from…’
The disobedient man in question, Ryu Jaekwan, was holding the back of his senior agent’s thigh in a near death grip. Veins bulged along the back of his hand and neck, with a furrow pinched between those electric blue eyes boring holes into the man pinned to the bed.
“You’re still recovering, so please let me know if you’re in any pain.”
A jab to his prostate.
Choi could only inhale sharply in response. The pleasure running through him like a bolt of lightning up his spine. His composure was already slipping throughout this mind numbing session, anymore was chipping away at his very sanity.
Can a person lose their mind over pleasure? Over the lack of it?
Choi wanted to scold Ryu Jaekwan, to tell him to just fuck him already. But his voice just wasn’t there. He couldn’t speak—could barely even make noises other than some soft moans and inaudible gasps of air.
His no-good junior wasn’t making this any better.
The older kept trying to rock his body back onto those digits—trying to get them to keep hitting that one spot—but the hand on his thigh would simply move to his waist and hold him in place until he stopped squirming. Light scolding followed about ‘not straining his body’ and how he should ‘write down what he needed from Ryu Jaekwan’.
The last comment was accompanied by a barrage of presses against his inner walls. His body would flinch violently against the sheets as he writhed from the onslaught of pleasure.
He couldn’t scream or verbally express his pleasure, so instead, tears fell from his eyes as he tried to convey his desperation to the stubborn man before him.
“Agent, I can’t read your mind.”
His calm voice almost made Choi want to lash out.
“How will I know to take care of you if you don’t write it down for me.”
“Mmm…!”
Choi’s eyes rolled back. Jaekwan was pressing deeply on his prostate and wouldn’t let up—practically bullying it! The suddenness and the continued pressure was scrambling his already melted brain. The bed creaked with his thrashing about.
It’s so good.
Jaekwan’s fingers always feel so good inside of him. Better than his own that’s for certain.
But it’s not enough.
Choi wants more.
“Agent?”
With much struggle, Choi managed to flip their positions, letting himself rest atop those firm hips—right on top of a particularly prominent bulge.
Ryu Jaekwan, for a straight laced and as proper as he was, didn’t shy away from this new development and simply placed his hands on Choi’s naked waist.
The heat of those large palms pierced into his already hot skin like a blade.
Choi wanted to tease him. To joke about how much the once awkward college graduate had grown up. Maybe throw in a flirty comment or two to gain back some semblance of control.
But the only thing that came out of his mouth was silence. The only sound Choi could make was his quickened panting and drowned out murmurs trapped within his throat.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t speak.
Frustrated, Choi could only smile sharply and decided to take a different route of expressing what he wanted.
“…!!”
Grinning maniacally, Choi brought up his shaking hands and made a circle shape with his left pointing finger and thumb before inserting his right pointing finger into the said circle, moving it back and forth in front of his chest.
Blue eyes shook watching the repeated motion as red became more prevalent on those tanned cheeks.
‘There it is. My favorite expression of you…’
The cherry on top was when Choi, despite being unable to speak, mouthed his desire in the most exaggerated way he could. Making sure to get the meaning across in a way that Ryu Jaekwan couldn’t intentionally misunderstand.
“Please shove your cock into me, Mr. Agent.”
Jaekwan’s face could only be described as scandalized. His skin exploded in red and the hands on his waist became stiff and rigid.
He laid there, completely frozen while Choi continued to smile charmingly.
‘Ah. Did I break him?’
He almost wanted to pinch his cheeks to break the younger out of his reverie before his view of the world abruptly spun around.
“Mmph—?!”
All of a sudden, Choi found that he couldn’t speak.
He already couldn’t speak, but this time his breath was stolen too. Someone was taking it from him. An angry tongue wriggled itself into his mouth and he could struggle to defend against it.
A heavy body embraced him to the point of near suffocation.
Strong arms closed around his waist, lower back, and shoulders in a tight grip that would surely leave bruises later.
Choi vaguely wondered if he was being devoured before the thought was banished from his mind as mindnumbing pleasure and the lack of air took precedence.
“Hah—! …Ughh?!”
During the time he was distracted, Jaekwan had unbuckled his own pants and pressed the tip of his cock against the fluttering hole.
After being toyed with so much, it clung to the head—practically begging for it to be shoved in.
And Ryu Jaekwan complied like the good agent he was.
Choi couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t even think for more than a few seconds.
His ears were burning from the lewd wet noises echoing in the room.
Tears and drool were making a mess of his face as he desperately clung to the pillow under his head.
Choi was heaving and whining incoherently as Ryu Jaekwan fucked deeply and hard into his hole. His thighs shook and spasmed with each forceful thrust. His mind was further scrambled by the kiss that felt more like a snuffing attempt.
High pitched moans spilled from Choi’s crushed lips, muffled by his subordinate’s own mouth trying to swallow every single sound.
Choi didn’t feel human at that moment.
He felt like an object. A tool just for Jaekwan to fuck himself in. Just a sleeve that could squeeze and tighten on its own when rammed into.
Afterall, a cocksleeve doesn’t speak or whine.
“Keugh—!? Mmmph…! Hah!”
Choi’s body was covered in cum and sweat and other such fluids to the point of being sticky. A slight bulge protruded from his lower stomach every time Jaekwan jammed into him.
He keened as his prostate was pounded over and over again without rest. His dick felt useless, pathetically dribbling beads of precum down the shaft despite coming mostly untouched multiple times already.
There was nothing he could do to defend himself against this onslaught other than to just hold on.
Ryu Jaekwan was entirely stoic throughout.
A concentrated focus that couldn’t be disrupted no matter how much Choi tried to get him to pause. The only indication he was affected by this affair was the occasional wince and low moan he let out when Choi squeezed particularly tight.
He seemed angry.
The grip and the kiss were overwhelmingly brutal and completely unlike the sweet Jaekwan who flustered at the mere suggestion of anything sexual.
This Jaekwan was more similar to the one who gave interviews to potential recruits, the Jaekwan that was regularly assigned missions that required objectiveness above all else.
But there was a hint of madness somewhere in this particular Jaekwan.
One that seemed closer to a maniac than an agent of the government.
It was obvious by the way his movements kept getting wilder and wilder—practically trying to drill a hole into Choi’s guts—indicating his near end.
Choi was sobbing.
It was so deep and so good in such a painful way.
Pleasure had long overtaken his mind and all he thought about was the burn of his scar everytime Jaekwan grinded his cock into the innermost parts of his hole. It reached so deeply, Choi could practically feel it in his throat.
If Choi couldn’t already speak, he’d definitely choke on any words from how big Jaekwan was.
“Heukh..! Hah! Haah—!”
The heat burning within was growing, further spelling Choi’s inevitable end. The familiar feelings of an impending orgasm took hold and all he could think about was he wanted to cum.
The pounding was getting more erratic and every time that cock pressed against that spot, stars filled his vision.
Jaekwan moved one of his hands from where it was tightly holding onto Choi’s waist to grab his weeping cock, moving it up and down in a brutish fashion.
Choi screams.
A broken sound—nasally and hoarse.
White clouded his vision and he became incapable of thinking altogether. A warmth fills him from within and he couldn't help but instinctively flinch and moan at the feeling.
He could feel someone lightly patting his cheek, lovingly murmuring into his ears, before the world went dark.
-///-
“Agent Bronze.”
“……”
“Why does Agent Choi have bruises on his lips?”
The medic looked at him neutrally, completely blank faced.
A pool of cold sweat was practically falling down his back. Had it not been for his years of experience as a Bureau agent, Ryu Jaekwan’s face likely would’ve displayed his guilt in all of its glory.
“…apologies. We kissed and got carried away.”
Not untrue for the most part.
Choi did insist on kissing before things escalated due to Ryu Jaekwan’s own upset emotions.
“I see.”
“……”
“……?”
“……”
“Well then, please refrain from being so rough with the patient until he recovers enough to leave the medical center.”
“Yes…”
Something about the way the medic agent looked at his lips told him that she wasn’t quite convinced but was choosing not to question him further. A sentiment that the rescue agent was grateful for and chose to play along with.
A sigh escaped his weary frame once the other agent left and he could only lightly glare at the source of his troubles, snoozing away without a care in the world.
Reaching over to brush the loose hair away from his eyes, Ryu Jaekwan could only stare at his senior slash lover. Fondly taking in the peace settled on those boyish features.
Inhaling once.
“Recover soon, Agent.”
‘We still need you too.’
The waiting room for three would be too quiet without the joyous laughter and teasing of their beloved leader.