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They were arguing, just mere moments ago. Something about Hamin jumping in front of an armed criminal unprompted, which seemed a bit uncharacteristic for him—to Noah, whose voice raised significantly to reprimand the younger about safety and recklessness.
Yejun had to break the fight for them, sensing the ever-growing tension. He told Eunho and Bamby to take care of the criminals, while he ushered the fighting couple back to their headquarters.
“You both did a great job earlier.” Yejun announced, smiling in hope to ease the razor-sharp temper still brewing between his teammates.
Noah scoffed at Yejun’s miserable attempt to placate his irritation. “Someone did a great job at nearly getting killed today.”
Hamin, who had tried to be the agreeable one for once, bristled at the jab. “I tried to protect you. He was literally aiming at you with a gun!”
“Yeah? And then what? You got shot instead of me? That’s what you call a job well done?”
“I wasn’t trying to get shot! I could have neutralized him before he could!”
“That’s enough.” Yejun cut them off, voice eerily calm—a clear sign of how he wasn’t in a gentle mood anymore. “You’ll both stop this arguing at once and go to your room quietly.”
The pair remained unmoving, still having a silent standoff despite the warning from their leader. At Yejun’s pointed glare at him, Noah grumbled under his breath, before stomping away childishly to their shared room.
Hamin sighed at the sight of his lover’s back, going after Noah after bidding Yejun goodbye. He followed Noah to their room—which was technically his before Noah decided to sleep at his place more often than his own room.
He watched as Noah quickly punched the numbers into his door lock, stepping inside by himself without waiting for Hamin.
Hamin closed the door begrudgingly at the display of pettiness, before Noah stopped in his track. “I could’ve handled it.” He heard the blond mutter lowly, back still towards Hamin.
“I don’t wanna risk you getting hurt.” Hamin replied simply, undeterred by his lover’s stubbornness.
At that, Noah finally turned to look Hamin in the eyes, face red from anger. “You think I wanna see you getting hurt because of me?!”
“I wouldn’t have got hurt.”
“And how would you know that?”
“Because I can protect both myself and you!”
The sentence left a suffocating silence between them. Noah stared in disbelief at the younger man; at his damned fierce, stupidly stubborn overprotectiveness and his audacity to treat him, of all people, like a damsel in distress.
“I’m not some fragile girl you need to protect!” Noah was fuming, grabbing Hamin by the collar of his neck. “I’m your superior agent, Yu Hamin!”
Seeing the uncharacteristic anger on his beloved hyung spurred an irrational ire within Hamin. He was just trying to protect the love of his life! What was so wrong about it?
“Then maybe stop pretending to be so tough when clearly you can’t handle it!” Hamin snapped back, glaring down at the blond. He recalled the many times Noah had been clearly overpowered in a direct confrontation, resulting in the blond getting injured far too many times to his own liking.
Hamin knew his lover was an excellent agent; one of their best marksman who always provided impressive backup from the back line. But on the front line? Hamin was sure he was the better fighter—and definitely could tank injuries better than the older.
Noah tightened his grip on Hamin’s shirt, teeth gnashing at the unexpected insult. He pushed Hamin back against the door with surprising strength, yet still not enough to slam him on it like he wanted.
“You dare talk like that to me?!” Noah was borderline yelling now, his rage now was underlined with pinched hurt. The fact that Hamin had easily thrown offense in the fit of anger left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“I am your senior agent, I call the shots when Yejun isn’t there, and you treat me like I’m just some delicate support?” Noah practically spat the words to Hamin with how intense his emotion was. “I can handle myself just fine, and I certainly don’t need your—“
Had he been in the right mind, Hamin could easily sense the upset tone underlying the blond’s screaming. Hamin would’ve apologized right away, really, if only Noah hadn’t continued to douse his the fire in his temper.
Instead, Hamin cut him off with a bruising kiss; their caps fell carelessly on the floor. Noah immediately tried to push him, not in the mood for any kind of intimacy between them, but Hamin just pulled him in closer with force.
It was all teeth and tongue—unlike their usual gentle or passionate make out. It was frustration veiled as a kiss. Hamin refused to give Noah a break, gripping his wrist in a vice gripto prevent him from backing away. The only hint of his affection for the blond was the brief seconds he graced for Noah to gasp for air, before continuing to quite literally swallow his breath.
Not one to accept defeat, Noah quickly gathered back his wits and retaliated with a hasty move of his hands in removing Hamin’s tactical vest and shirt. His touch on the younger’s defined torso was less adoration and more unbridled desire. All his agitation was replaced with the need to make the younger realized his mistake through his touch.
He pushed Hamin down to the floor, flopping down on his lap immediately and snorted at the feel of a hardened erection underneath his ass. Noah leaned close, biting the younger’s ears as he gave a particularly hard grind on that hardness, earning him a low hiss.
He could feel Hamin’s hands instinctively went to grab his waist, trying to force his hips in whatever way he wanted—to strip control from Noah’s dominance carried in anger and overwhelm him in pleasure.
The show of strength would’ve made Noah putty in Hamin’s arms under normal circumstances—Hamin’s ability to manhandle him so easily was always a huge turn on for him. But this time, Noah pulled back, giving him more leverage with the distance between them.
No words were exchanged as they stopped in an intense stare-off, his fumes hadn’t been quite extinguished despite the painfully arousing make out session.
In an instance, Noah seized the opportunity to drag Hamin’s unsuspecting arm upwards, strapping his wrist to the doorknob with the handcuff he took out in the blink of an eye.
Feeling the cold metal on his wrist, Hamin gaped at the handcuff that chained him to the door, rendering his right hand unmoving. He tugged on the handcuff to test if it had been some kind of a sick joke, before glaring at the man currently sitting on top of him. He was about to demand what the hell Noah was thinking when the man beat him to it.
“If you’re so sure that you’re stronger than me,” Noah sneered at his own words—at the mere notion of it. “I’m gonna show you how I can easily overpower you.”
Noah made quick work of Hamin’s zipper before shortly taking the younger’s dick in his hand, heady arousal intoxicated him at the feel of how hard Hamin got for him. Not sparing any second, Noah immediately lowered himself and took the entirety of Hamin’s length in his mouth in one smooth motion, holding back a cough at the suddenness of a blunt head hitting the back of his throat and a pleasured whimper despite himself.
That earned him a loud groan from the handcuffed man. Noah watched Hamin tilted his head back with closed eyes, overwhelmed by the sudden tight heat enveloping his cock. Satisfied with the response, Noah continued to hollow his cheeks, pushing the pain aside as his tongue worked to give lavish attention to the noticeable vein line just underneath the cock—one of Hamin’s weaknesses that Noah liked to take advantage of.
With panting breath, Hamin slowly opened his eyes. He met his lover’s gaze, brows furrowed in a clear defiance despite the early sign of haziness and tears. Hamin brought his free hand to the crown of Noah’s head, grabbing a fistful of soft blond locks.
“Is this your way of overpowering me, hyung?” Hamin smirked.
That sparked another wave of irritation in Noah. He seemed intent on drilling a hole in Hamin’s skull through hardened glare alone, sending a challenging signal—taunting Hamin to do his worst and Noah would still be the more coherent one between them.
A shiver ran through Hamin, so unlike the usual kind of excitement that normally came hand-in-hand with making love to his beloved hyung.
This time, it was a more violent hunger to utterly ruin the blond.
The change in pressure of his hold on the older’s hair was instantaneous, evident in the way Noah’s eyes widened a fraction. Hamin maintained eye contact as he forced the other’s head down when Noah tried to pull back for air. He watched as those beautiful blue eyes fluttered close for a second before finally returning his gaze, tears falling unrestrained at the lack of air.
Noah adjusted his breathing, throat constricting deliciously around the thick cock currently lodged in it. His sucking had turned from relentlessly unforgiving to sloppy—a mess of spit and gagging noise that flowed freely. Noah fought back the urge to lose himself in the act of worshipping the best cock he had ever had, holding their charged look on willpower alone—teary eyed be damned.
“That’s—ah, a cute look on you, hyung.”
It was a new look for Hamin, seeing Noah deepthroating him with a look of stubborn perseverance to prove him wrong. His puffy lips stretched wide, throat visibly struggling to hold off the dick he was swallowing. His tear-stricken face that was still trying to stare him down was a feeble attempt to intimidate Hamin.
Noah already looked wrecked —breath uneven, face blotched with tears and saliva, like he’d been torn between pleasure and malice altogether and hadn’t quite managed to decide which one to favor. There was a deep flush across his fair skin, a tension in the way he held himself, like he was barely holding the line.
And yet—his eyes.
Still defiant, refusing to yield. Stubbornly alive despite the noticeable overwhelming urge to surrender after just a harsh pull on his hair.
Noah refusing to give Hamin the satisfaction of breaking only made things worse for him. The resistance only made him even more dangerously irresistible, pulling Hamin in to just ruin him.
“You look so good like this, hyung.” Hamin groaned, shuddering from the intense visual. “Trying to stay fierce, when your face says you want me to be rough with you.”
With his free hand, Hamin pushed down Noah’s head once again; harder, more force, and just a second longer. He couldn’t help the loud moan, not when he could feel his lover’s throat fluttering tightly around his cock, a strangled whine escaped Noah at the same time.
Hamin only pulled him back for air when Noah finally closed his eyes, the fight leaving his body with the need for oxygen. Noah coughed harshly, his own cock already leaking profusely from the first time seeing Hamin being mean in bed, hating himself for enjoying this when he was supposed to teach the younger a lesson.
“Fuck you, Hamin-ah.” Noah rasped, voice obscenely broken as he straightened his body to straddle the younger. “That proved nothing.” He continued, stubborn streak still going on strong. He took off his pants, legs shaking from arousal.
“Really?” Hamin put a hand on Noah’s hips to help steady him, only to be slapped away. “Your body tells me otherwise.”
At this point, Hamin was already past their fight and was just horny beyond measure. But knowing his lover’s petty fight, he knew he had to keep up the act to coax Noah into surrender.
“I’m gonna ride you so hard and make you regret everything.” Noah said pointedly, his hand wrapping around the other’s obscenely wet dick, gathering his own spit onto his fingers. “You’ll have to beg for me, because you can’t do anything with just one hand. And when you do,” Noah stood on his knees, pushing his fingers inside him in a measly effort to prepare. “I will say no, just because I can.”
Hamin chuckled at the cocky declaration. As if Noah could stay riding him long enough to get both of them off. “Sure, hyung. Do your best.”
Ticked off by the sarcastic response, Noah pulled out his fingers after making do with the pitiful amount of lubricant. Noah pushed down in one swift motion, taking Hamin to the root instantly.
Both men groaned at the sudden intrusion; Noah from the burning pain, Hamin from the unbearable slick heat enveloping his erection. Noah only managed not to scream because his pride wouldn’t allow it.
After that, there was no buildup, no softness—just Noah desperately chasing Hamin’s pleasure; to make him beg.
Noah moved like his everything is on the line, dropping down with a force that knocked the breath out of both of them. Noah ignored the sharp sting, focusing on the hardest pace he could muster through the lack of preparation. It felt like everything was too much for him; the aching stretch of Hamin’s huge cock molded his inside forcefully, instead of the usual gentle shape.
“Ahh—Hamin-!!” He couldn’t help but whimper, lost in the dull ache that shouldn’t have felt good, but somehow did, with the way Hamin’s perfect cock seemed to hit all the right places.
“Hyung—ngh, s-slow down..!” Hamin stuttered, his hand leaving bruises on the delicate waist in a feeble attempt to control the other. Noah was too tense to accept him—unforgivingly tight it was borderline painful on his dick, yet each drag punched something electric from his nerves.
It was too much, but Hamin didn’t want anything to stop. Noah almost pulled out whines from him, with the way his dick seemed to protest at the loss of perfect warmth each time he rose.
Soon, the whimper started to bleed into unfiltered moans after the pain melted. Noah braced his hands on Hamin’s broad shoulders, setting a punishing pace —hard, unforgiving, like he had no intention of easing into it.
The unrefined rhythm provided sporadic hits on his prostrate, each one drawing a scream out of his fucked out throat. The stretch of his lover’s dick deeply penetrating him was amazing, Noah almost wanted to cry. But intense pleasure was out of control—it was not enough.
“Hamin—Hamin-ah..! hngg— y-you are so deep!!” Noah whined, the redness on his face seemed to darken. He desperately tried to chase the pleasure that Hamin usually gave him, but it slipped right through his fingers; so close yet so far to reach.
Despite it all, the fight in him still lingered—threaded through the way he forced himself to move, through the refusal to slow down, to soften, to give anything less than everything at once.
Like he’d rather burn out than stop.
Thankfully, the frustration was mutual. Hamin needed his lover soft and fucked dumb; the stubborn edge melted into a pliant surrender. He reached down to Noah’s neglected cock, already red and weeping. Hamin used the copious precome to stroke his lover hard and fast, relishing in the high-pitched moans from Noah.
“Do you feel good, hyung?” Hamin asked through panting breath, not bothering with the faltered pace due to the blond’s overstimulation. “I bet I can make you feel—ahh—better.”
Noah tried to focus on his pace; he really did. But it was hard to do with the way Hamin seemed intent on jerking him off to completion, his calloused fingers teasing the sensitive tip of his cock. His hands, holding leverage on Hamin’s shoulders just moments ago, slowly moved to circle around the younger’s neck.
When Hamin tightened his grip, Noah felt his body tensed considerably. He was whining and moaning continuously as he pulled Hamin in a hug, unaware of his hips’ lack of movements and focused on the release right in front of him.
Noah was already drowned in frustration. He had been trying to replicate the pleasure only Hamin seemed able to provide, yet to no avail. The grind on his sensitive inner walls through his riding was delicious, but his own damned prostate seemed so far away. So when Hamin graced mercy with his big, warm hands, Noah took off running and forgo his own shaking thighs.
“Hamin-!! Hngg-I—I’m gonna come!”
Hamin smirked, triumphant. Noah had been so blinded by pleasure that he was relenting to defeat.
He stopped his hand, resting on a loose grip instead. Noah keened pitifully, sobbing at the release wrenched right out of his reach. “Take off the handcuff, hyung.” He whispered in Noah’s ear, encouraging him further with kisses. “Let’s feel good together, yeah?”
Noah nodded frantically, reaching into his pocket to release the handcuffed wrist—and in doing so, unleashing the hungry beast in the form of his younger lover.
Hamin wasted no time circling his lover’s narrowed waist, pulling Noah’s body away from his lap until only the tip of his dick remained. Then, he pushed Noah onto his cock at once, spearing him deep.
Noah squealed, the embarrassing voice ripped from him at the impossibly deep thrust, hitting dead on the devastating spot inside him. “HAMIN—!!”
After that, Hamin moved like Noah weighed nothing. Each thrust was balls-deep, the force of gravity favoring Hamin’s unforgiving pace rather than Noah’s previous one. Noah let his hands hang limply around Hamin, head resting on his shoulders as he felt all the strength fucked out of his body.
Hamin matched Noah’s cacophony of moans with low grunts of his, whispering praises. The velvet warmth gripping his dick in a vice was sinfully slick, squeezing even tighter every time he pulled out in attempt to hold him inside—like his lover’s body couldn’t bear to be apart from him even for a second.
“Do you still think you can get off by yourself, hyung?” Hamin taunted, the thrill of fucking the pettiness out of the blond coming back full force. He emphasized his taunt with another mean thrust inside his lover, grinding the deepest part of him for a moment.
Noah only shook his head, hiccuping from the overstimulation. “N-No, only you, Hamin-ah. Y-You are—mmhm, ahh, the only one that c-can make me feel good.”
Hamin noticed the tension pulled taut on his lover’s body right after the confession, the telltale sign of his impending orgasm. “Do you wanna come, hyung?”
“Yes!” Noah wailed immediately, sobbing endlessly at the abuse of his pleasure spot. “Please, Hamin-ah, pleasepleaseplease—let me come!!”
The thrusts turned reckless and rough, nothing of the purposeful rhythm Hamin had set. He chased his teetering peak through gritted teeth, his lover’s desperate pleas and broken calls of his name fueling his climax faster.
Finally, Hamin slammed inside Noah and stopped pulling out, opting to grind and grind deeper right on Noah’s spot, marking his place inside of his lover before coating his inside with a long groan of Noah’s name.
“Haminnn—hnghh!!’
Noah screamed, coming as soon as the hot spurt of Hamin’s come filled his hole, his own sperm dirtying both his uniform and Hamin’s bare torso. His body was twitching from the remaining stimulation, spots of black dancing behind his eyelids from the intense climax.
They went silent for a minute, leaving their labored breathing to fill the air. Hamin pulled Noah in his embrace, the older melting against him right away.
Hamin caressed Noah’s hair absentmindedly, before speaking up. “See? You should’ve just left it to me.”
His answer was just a weak slap on his arm.
The next day, they arrived at the meeting room together. Yejun saw Hamin smiled at him and Noah's lazy wave, and held back a smile.
"I see you've made up."
It was Bamby who jumped to respond. "Hyung!! I demand a new room!!" He said out of the blue, voice loud and irritated.
Yejun raised an eyebrow at the unusual request. "Why? You want Eunho's room instead?"
"That would be useless, hyung." Eunho answered this time, looking awkward and embarrassed despite himself. "Since my room is just next to Bamby-hyung's old room."
"We want new room! Away from them!" Bamby raised an accusing finger at both Noah and Hamin, his face fiery red.
"What's your problem, Chae Bonggu?" Noah asked, offended.
"Was it our fighting that got too loud?" Hamin, ever the more empathetic of the two, asked apologetically.
Bamby remained silent, his face got redder at the mention of the fight. Eunho cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, no, Hamin-ah. It was... the other fighting."
"Oh god." Yejun groaned, tired of the shit his team made him deal.
"They were so loud it sounded like they were doing it right by the door!" Bamby yelled, making gagging noise at the memory of it.
"Damn you're good, Bamby-ya." Noah smirked, and before Hamin could silence his lover, he continued. "We were fucking behind the door, actually."
"Noah/Hyung!!"