Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

The schedule day came with a blink of an eye.

Both homes were brimming with a strangely festive energy that night, as if the men were going to a high school dance instead of a casual dinner.

At Tae-hyun's house, Seo-yeon had practically taken over the bedroom.

She stood with arms crossed, lips pursed, shaking her head at the ironed button-up he'd tried to pull over his arms.

"No. You're not going as if you're heading to a real estate conference," she scolded. "This is a night out with a friend. Dress like one."

He groaned quietly, lips twitching. "I'm thirty-seven."

"And you still dress like a grandpa when no one stops you."

She practically shoved him back into the closet and pulled out a relaxed beige knit polo that clung slightly to the body. Then came fitted black jeans—not slacks—and a pair of crisp white sneakers he'd forgotten he owned.

When he emerged after changing, Seo-yeon lit up like he'd just walked off a K-drama poster.

"See? Now you look like someone who knows how to have fun."

He gave her a faux deadpan look but couldn't deny how much more breathable this felt. "I look… young."

"You are. Now stop buttoning the collar."

He stood by the mirror for a moment, fixing his sleeves, trying not to think about how Joon-won would see him.

He failed.

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Meanwhile, across town, Ha-eun was fixing the hem of Joon-won's jacket as he sat on the edge of their bed, brows drawn slightly.

He looked down at himself, black crew neck, olive bomber jacket, dark jeans, a silver necklace and his usual watch. She'd picked the outfit. He hadn't said no.

"You look so hot," she said simply, stepping back with her hands on her hips. "Like you've actually been to a concert before."

He raised a brow. "I have."

"In a suit, probably."

She giggled and turned to grab his cologne. "Just… relax tonight, okay? You need this."

He said nothing for a beat, then murmured, "It's just Tae-hyun."

"Exactly." She patted his chest once. "Someone who gets the grind."

Joon-won couldn't help but smile faintly at that. He thought of the last messages Tae-hyun sent, little voice notes, one of them barely muffling a laugh that made Joon's stomach knot and ease at the same time.

The women waved them off at the door.

"Come back with stories!" Seo-yeon beamed with a wave.

Meanwhile at Joon-won house..

"We want to hear every ridiculous detail," Ha-eun told him at the door, adjusting Eun-woo bunny-eared hoodie as he waved from her hip.

Neither man said much to their wives, just smiled softly before stepping into the night.

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The restaurant their wives chose was trendy but warm. Brick walls, golden lighting, wood panels and jazz music playing softly in the background.

They were seated across from each other in a semi-private booth tucked to the side, the sound of plates clinking and soft chatter all around them.

For a moment, neither said anything.

Tae-hyun was the first to glance up, cheeks faintly pink the moment their eyes met.

Joon-won had already been staring.

The light made Tae's skin glow, and in that beige polo, with his hair a little tousled and his jeans hugging the line of his thigh, he looked… too good. Too natural. Like he belonged in this setting with a drink in hand and heat in his smile.

Joon-won's own ears flushed faintly, a rare thing. He cleared his throat and lifted the menu to distract himself.

"You look…" Joon's voice came lower than expected, casual but unsteady at the edge. "…different."

Tae-hyun smirked, still avoiding his eyes. "You do too. I wasn't ready for the bomber jacket, to be honest."

Joon chuckled lightly, setting the menu down. "My wife wanted me to loosen up."

"Mine too." Tae-hyun toyed with his fork. "She forced me into these pants. Said she was sick of my entire closet looking like a board meeting."

"She told mine you closed a big deal."

Tae-hyun's eyes flicked up, a shy smile on his face. "She asked me about that night so.."

"That's what got me out of the house."

"You could've said no."

Joon-won let his gaze drop for a second before returning it, slow and deliberate. "Could I?"

Tae-hyun paused, caught off guard for a beat. He chuckled, biting his lip slightly, brushing his fingers against the condensation on his glass.

"I didn't expect you to actually go for the casual look," he said, trying to deflect. "Didn't know you owned jeans."

"I didn't know you'd be wearing something that made it hard to focus."

Tae-hyun blinked, his breath hitching, eyes finally meeting Joon's fully now. Joon just looked down at the menu again like he hadn't said anything dangerous.

Dinner arrived between quiet jokes and short glances. They talked business just to steady themselves, but it kept slipping… falling back into stolen smirks and flustered silences. Both too aware of how different this felt now.

Less like sneaking.

More like courting.

More like they were actually on a date.

Tae-hyun sipped from his glass and shifted in his seat, his fingers brushing the ring on his hand. Joon-won saw the motion and mirrored it, thumb grazing silver, eyes thoughtful.

"I think they're having more fun about this than we are," Tae-hyun murmured.

Joon-won smirked and picked up his fork to take a bite from his food with a pleased hum.

"Speak for yourself."

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The night air had cooled, crisp against the skin, sharp enough to lift the post-dinner haze.

They stepped out of the restaurant and onto the quiet, stone-paved patio that overlooked a modest rooftop garden. A few other diners lingered under string lights, but the space was mostly empty—quiet, open, charged.

Joon-won reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a slim cigarette case.

Tae-hyun raised an eyebrow. "You smoke?"

Joon glanced at him, amused. "Sometimes. Not often. Helps me think."

Tae's lips parted in surprise. "You've been holding out on me."

"You never asked."

He lit the end with a flick, the flame illuminating his features for a second—hazel eyes glowing, jawline even sharper in the low light. He exhaled slow, like he was in no rush for anything.

Tae-hyun crossed his arms, tilting his head. "So… you barely drink, but you'll inhale fire for fun?"

Joon cracked a soft grin, smoke curling at the edge of his lips. "That's how you see it?"

"That's exactly how it is."

The grin turned into a chuckle. "I didn't peg you for someone who'd care."

"I don't," Tae said too quickly, then corrected with a breathy laugh, "I just… didn't expect it. Thought I had you figured out."

Joon held the cigarette between two fingers, looking at him from under his lashes. "You don't."

Tae-hyun's breath faltered a bit.

The dim light, the cool breeze, the way the smoke wrapped around Joon-won's silhouette—it all made him look less like a family man and more like a secret waiting to be unwrapped in a dim alleyway.

"Do you always act this different when you're not in a suit?" Tae finally asked, voice low.

Joon looked down briefly, blowing out a thin stream of smoke. "You think I'm different?"

"Yeah." Tae-hyun's gaze was locked on him. "You're looser now. More… I don't know. Relaxed. Dangerous, maybe."

Joon-won stepped a bit closer, not enough to be obvious but enough that the air changed again. "And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're looking at me like that's a problem," Joon said, voice velvety now, teasing.

Tae-hyun swallowed.

His whole posture shifted, arms dropping, weight leaning slightly back onto the stone railing as if to ground himself. "I'm just not used to seeing you like this."

"Good different?" Joon asked, tipping the ash off the end of the cigarette. "Or the kind that gets you into trouble?"

Tae-hyun snorted lightly. "That depends."

"On?"

"Whether you plan on keeping your hands to yourself tonight."

Joon let the cigarette dangle lazily between his fingers, exhaling smoke with a soft laugh.

"That was never part of the plan."

Tae's chest rose once, sharply.

The tension returned, but it wasn't the same as in the office, house or bar. It was slower now. Heavier. Dripping in suggestion, less about need and more about choice.

"Didn't think I'd like this version of you," Tae murmured. "Turns out I do."

Joon smiled faintly, stepping forward now until their shoes nearly touched. "I've always been this version. You just weren't looking hard enough."

Tae-hyun's voice dropped a note. "I'm looking now."

Their eyes locked—heat flickering under the streetlamp glow, between puffs of smoke and the low rustle of wind. Joon's hand brushed near Tae's waist, not quite touching, but enough to draw his attention lower.

"You should've worn those jeans sooner," Joon said, voice barely a whisper.

"You should've smoked sooner," Tae replied, gaze trailing from his lips to the cigarette and back. "I would've fallen for the villain arc trap immediately."

Joon laughed softly, lips twitching. "That what this is?"

Tae-hyun tilted his head slightly, his smile more crooked now. "Don't act like you don't know."

They stood there like that, silent for a beat too long. Then Joon let the cigarette burn low between his fingers, the tip glowing orange as he flicked it into the ashtray beside them.

"You coming?" he said casually, nodding toward the street and where their cars are parked.

Tae-hyun hesitated. As if he knew what was coming next. "Where?"

Joon turned, back to him, walking away with a slow, confident gait. "Anywhere that lets you keep looking at me like this."

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Joon leaned back against the driver's seat, fingers slipping the cigarette from his mouth as smoke curled around his lips. He had convinced him to let him drive him around, and for some reason he couldn't stop smoking ever since he saw the way Tae-hyun looked at him. 

The interior light above them buzzed faintly, casting just enough glow to catch the silhouette of Tae-hyun watching him.. still.

"You keep looking at me like that, you're gonna make me think you've got a thing for smokers," Joon murmured, flicking ash out the cracked window.

Tae-hyun scoffed softly, eyes cutting away but not before Joon caught the flush in his ears. "I just Didn't know you smoked and I'm not over it," he muttered. "Guess it's hot on you. Way hotter than I expected."

Joon smirked, turning to face him fully. "What else didn't you expect, Tae-hyun?"

Silence stretched between them. A beat. Then Tae gave him a sharp little grin. "If you weren't married, you'd be exactly my type."

The air tightened. Joon's tongue swiped across his bottom lip. "So you're into the player type, huh? Men who smoke and lie and don't bother pretending they're saints?"

"Maybe," Tae-hyun replied too fast, too cocky. "Maybe I like when the tie's loose and the mouth's dirtier."

Joon let out a quiet laugh and glanced over at him with sharp eyes. He didn't comment as he kept driving away. Tae-hyun kept talking though and he was listening with a slight smirk.

"You're not what you sell yourself as, you know."

"And what do I sell myself as?" he asked smoothly, his voice velvet over gravel.

Tae grinned. "Cold. Polished. Predictable."

"And now?"

"Now you look like someone who'd fuck a stranger in the back of his own car without asking his name."

Joon-won gave a sharp, amused glance at that. "You into that sort of thing?"

Tae-hyun chuckled. "If I wasn't married, yeah. I'd definitely go for the bad boy type. Messy, cocky… someone who smokes behind buildings and lies for fun."

Joon hummed, then slowed the car just slightly.

"That's what gets you off?" he asked, playful but with a hint of something else. Something darker as if he got an idea out the blue.

Tae-hyun leaned back against the seat with a smirk. "Maybe. You gonna judge me for it?"

"No," Joon murmured, turning down a quiet street. "Just making mental notes."

The car turned once, then again until they were in a dimly lit, empty parking garage on the edge of a closed office building. Joon's foot slid off the pedal, bringing them to a stop under a flickering light.

Tae blinked, straightening as he looks around them from inside the car. "Uh… what is this?"

"A little detour," Joon said simply, shutting off the engine. Then he turned toward him fully.

The shift was subtle but seismic.

Gone was the careful, teasing calm. Joon's stare was fixed now, dark and burning through him. 

He knew what that look means since last time at the office and he froze slightly.

Tae-hyun's lips parted. "Wait—here?"

Joon-won stared at him quietly for a moment before he kicked his lips and smirked slightly. Not answering him.

Then it happened—

Without warning, he grabbed Tae by the jaw, pulling him forward into a kiss that erased everything casual about the night. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't playful. It was hard, tongue pushed deep into Tae's mouth like a claim, swallowing the gasp that broke from him.

His hands moved fast, one still gripping the nape of Tae's neck, the other unfastening the seatbelt with a sharp click. And before Tae could process what was happening, both his wrists were grabbed, yanked above his head and tied hard to the car's grab handle using Joon's own tie that he had laying in the car.

The silk cinched tight. "Wha—Joon…" Tae's voice cracked. Caught off guard by all this.

Joon didn't even glance at him. Just turned his body in the driver's seat to fully face him. Calm. Calculated. Dangerous. "Don't play dumb now," he said lowly, sliding his hand down Tae's chest, fingers grazing the hem of his shirt. "You kept saying I was your type."

And then he undid his pants. Right there. No hesitation.

In a matter of seconds, Tae-hyun was exposed, pants off and tied up in the passenger seat of a sleek black car in the middle of a quiet parking lot. His breath stuttered as cool air hit his skin. He was half-hard, thighs slightly trembling, caught between shock and unbearable anticipation.

"You didn't think I'd stay in the uptight act all the time, did you?" Joon murmured, licking his lower lip. "You thought that was me?"

Then came the first finger. He spat into his hand, smeared it, and slid one finger deep inside Tae-hyun in one push. The man jolted—loudly—hips bucking despite the restraint, his tied wrists tightening against the overhead grip.

"F-fuck— Joon—!"

Then, Another finger was pushed in. No time to adjust. Joon worked them both in hard, deep, curling slow at first, then fast. Thrusting them into him like he knew exactly where to press inside of Tae-hyun to make him lose control. The wet sounds were obscene, echoing between them with each thrust.

And just as Tae-hyun's head tilted back with a loud surprised moan, click… Joon reached into his jacket pocket, slipped a cigarette between his lips, again. A third one and lit it without missing a beat.

Smoke curled around his blond lashes. He exhaled slow.

The image of him… sleeves of his jacket rolled up, cigarette burning between his lips, eyes narrowed in focus, fingers fucking him open like he owned him, left Tae-hyun trembling.

"You're shaking," Joon muttered, dragging his thumb to circle his rim while still stroking in deep. Rubbing his inner wall with the tips of his fingers before twisting them inside. "You wanted this."

Tae whimpered. "Not like—like this—"

"But you're leaking all over my seat."

With that, he slammed them in aggressively and found his sweet spot with a smirk. The second he felt it with his fingers he started abusing it roughly.

Tae-hyun's entire body arched, breath catching. He looked up at Joon-won with wide eyes, his body shaking in pleasure, his hair a mess, his shirt wrinkled, arms tied, thighs spread wide open and back arched. "Joon—stop teasing—me—"

That earned a small smirk.

"Beg."

Then suddenly, He dragged his fingers out, slow, letting them trail slick over the inside of Tae's thigh. "Say what you want from me."

Tae-hyun's jaw clenched. He was fighting it, the tension in his neck, the way he squeezed his eyes shut to hold back another moan. But the need was stronger. He was flushed everywhere, especially between his legs. His cock twitched untouched. Dripping with pre-cum begging for release. He took a deep breath in shakily and avoided his eyes, looking down at himself.. panting.

"I want you inside me—" he breathed, voice trembling. "Now. Please."

Joon took another drag, reached forward with the same hand holding the cigarette and tapped the ash out the window, nonchalant as ever. He leaned in until their foreheads touched, and muttered against Tae-hyun's lips teasingly.

"Good boy. That exactly what I wanted to hear."

Joon threw the bud out and didn't even unbuckle his pants properly. He yanked his belt free and used the same motion to grab Tae's thighs and drag him down the bench seat. Their knees knocked, the gearshift jostled, but neither of them cared. The entire car groaned with movement, headlights from the road far away casting streaks of light across the windshield but the windows were already fogged.

Tae's arms were still bound. His chest heaving. His pants were thrown in the backseat, completely exposed, legs parted and trembling on either side of Joon's hips as Joon shoved his own pants just far enough down to free himself.

Tae-hyun caught sight of his cock, wide-eyed.

"J-Joon—wait—"

But it wasn't hesitation in his voice.

It was awe at how big and hard Joon-won was.

Joon grabbed the back of his knees and pushed them up, forcing Tae-hyun's body to bend, to fold, to open. His swollen hole on full display. His back arched along the leather seat, tied arms straining, sweat beading across his collarbone as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Look at me."

Tae did. And the second he did, Joon slammed himself inside of him with an aggressive thrust. 

And The sound Tae-hyun made wasn't even a moan, it was a gasp that turned into a sob.

Tight. Hot. Fucking tight. Joon groaned low through his teeth as he sank in more and deep, and Tae was shaking under him, trembling even in shock, lips parted, barely able to breathe. Cheeks so red and body hot.

"Fuck," Joon muttered, bracing one hand beside his head on the seat, the other still gripping Tae's thigh open. "You're so goddamn tight.. like you were made for this."

Tae-hyun was wrecked already. His face flushed down to his chest, neck arched back against the headrest, panting through open lips. The restraint kept his arms locked above his head, unable to touch, to ground himself, to stop any of it.

"J-Joon—s-slow—"

Joon didn't.

He pulled back and slammed into him. Once. Hard.

Tae's body jolted with a cry.

Then again. Again.

Rough. Deep. Relentless.

Each thrust drove him higher against the leather seat, the car rocking slightly from the force, the windows now completely steamed. Joon didn't say much at first. Just grunted, low and animalistic, hand moving to grip Tae's jaw roughly.

"You like being fucked like this?" he growled, fucking into him harder, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. "Tied up like a fucking toy, huh?"

Tae whimpered, head rolling back. "Y-yes—yes—fuck— I love it—"

"Good boy."

The phrase shattered something in him.

Tae-hyun's legs trembled violently in responses to the praise, his voice catching in his throat as a moan escaped louder than he meant. His hole clenched around Joon and he didn't miss it. Smirked with a low groan, leaned down, hips still slamming into him with obscene wet sounds.

His wrists were still tied, his hands gripped the empty air above him like he needed something to hold on to from how aggressively his body was jerking with each thrust.

"God—fuck!—Joon—" Tae whimpered, toes curling from pleasure.

And that's when Joon said it.

"That's right, cry for me. Let everyone hear what a pretty little slut you are."

Tae flinched, gasped even but not from pain.. from getting called that by Joon-won suddenly for the first time.

"You don't like that word?" Joon murmured, fucking into him so deep the entire car shook. "No?"

Tae shook his head fast. "N-No—don't—"

"You do," Joon said, voice sharper. "Your body's squeezing around me like you love being called a slut."

Another rough deep thrust. Another choked moan.

"You're lying to yourself," Joon growled, grabbing his jaw once again, forcing Tae to look up at him. Teary dark brown eyes met with clouded with lust hazel eyes. "But I'll fuck the truth out of you."

And he kissed him deeply, Tae-hyun's mind couldn't keep up. The roughness, the pace, the way his wrists were pinned above, the cigarette taste still on Joon's tongue when he kissed him again, it was too much. He was unraveling, fast.

"Say it," Joon whispered against his lips when he broke the kiss with a growl. "Say who's doing this to you."

"I—I can't—"

"Say it, Tae. Who am I?"

Tae bit his lip, shaking his head again, cheeks burning. "I'm not—I can't call you—"

Joon slapped him.

Hard enough to hurt, sharp enough to stun him.

Tae's mouth fell open with a silent gasp, breath caught in his throat. His eyes unfocused and his cheek stinging. Already turning red where Joon-won fingers touched.

"Again," Joon demanded. "Who am I?"

Tae tried to glare at him.. he tried. But his legs trembled, body twitching every time Joon buried himself deeper.

"Say it," Joon whispered. "You know what I want."

Tae's voice cracked and he closed his eyes tightly. Not wanting to say it out of embarrassment. "You're—Joon—"

"Wrong."

The second slap that followed knocked the sound out of Tae's lungs.

"You want to act like a bitch in heat, begging to be filled like this?" Joon's voice darkened, all mock-control. "Then you call me what you know I am."

Tae shook his head, breathless. His chest heaving. His cock leaking and his cheeks hurting but he only felt pleasure from it all. "No—fuck—I can't—"

"You can." Joon leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. "Because you want to."

And then he did something that shattered everything, he reached down, gripped the base of Tae's throat, tightly. tight enough to make his voice quiver with every breath, and slowed down his thrusts to cruel, slow presses that pushed deep enough to drag pleasure and shame out in equal parts. Hitting his spot with each slow motion.

Tae was breaking. Just as slow as Joon-won hips were moving and his cock rubbing right at his spot making his mouth hang open in ecstasy.

He could feel himself falling.

And then—

"D-Daddy." 

He finally choked out, it came out in a whisper. A whimper. A broken, humiliating sound he couldn't take back.

And Joon stilled.

For just a second.

Then everything snapped.

"Fuck." Joon growled low in his throat and grabbed Tae's legs, forcing them wide open, his pace returning with brutal force. "That's fucking right," he hissed. "Say it again."

Tae moaned, too far gone in the pleasure to think straight. Tears rolling down his flushed cheeks as he stares up at Joon-won darken eyes through his wet lashes. "D-Daddy—please—"

"Your hole is mine tonight," Joon snarled. "Mine to ruin, mine to fuck dumb, now beg like a good little boy for me.. Tae-hyun."

And Tae-hyun did.

He begged.

He cried.

He took every word, every thrust, every cruel reminder that Joon-won wasn't just a man in a suit with a strict routine and a polite smile, he was something else. Something feral. Something dangerous.

He was close, so close he wanted to touch himself so badly but with his hands tied he couldn't do anything about it. As if Joon-won was reading his thoughts. He slowly wrapped his free hand around Tae-hyun throbbing neglected cock and squeezed it. His other hand still squeezed around his throat, choking the breath out of him while he states down at him with hunger in his eyes.

"Use your words. You want to cum don't you?"

And Tae-hyun nodded, his body was shaking violently under him, hips bucking up onto his cock and hand that was stroking him fast and rough.

"Y-Yes I do I do— FUCK DADDY PLEASE!"

He screamed out and shut his eyes tightly with a sob, he was so over stimulated from the inside and out, so on edge that he came hard without a warning onto Joon-won hand, making Joon eyes widen slightly at the sight and sudden scream but he didn't stop.

"Fucking hell Tae-hyun.. you're gonna be the death of me." He grunted out as he took in the way Tae-hyun mouth was hanged open with drool dripping down his chin, head thrown back with wet cheeks from the tears, he was gasping and twitching under him, his body was jerking in pleasure at the intense orgasm. That did it for Joon-won and with a few more rough slams of his hips he came hard, a deep growl of Tae-hyun name rolling out of his mouth as he does so and his hips slowly come to a halt. Panting heavily but instead of stoping there.

He pulled his face up by his throat and licked the drool off of his chin before kissing him one last time. Tae-hyun didn't say a word only let out a soft sob into his mouth and kissed back weakly. Completely giving himself to him.