Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

Joon-won's POV:

Tae-hyun wasn't speaking.

His breathing had barely steadied. His wrists were still tied above him, and his thighs remained splayed open across the leather seat, twitching slightly each time Joon moved, even when it was just the soft press of a tissue, or the way his fingers worked with practiced precision to wipe down the mess he'd made of him.

Not a word.

Just a slow, distant blink, like his mind was trying to return to the room and failing miserably.

Joon exhaled as he reached for the button of Tae's pants, slipping them back up over those sore hips, tucking him in gently like he hadn't just been whispering filth into his ear minutes ago.

"You look like you saw God," he muttered under his breath, buckling Tae's belt for him.

Still tied.

Still quiet.

Still flushed.

Joon-won smirked as he reached up to finally untie the sleeves from the car's grab handle. Tae's arms slumped down to his sides with a groan.

"I should've taken a picture," Joon said, amusement low and quiet. "That face you made when you said it."

Tae didn't respond.

His lips were parted. His chest rose and fell like he'd run miles. Staring ahead of him with damp eyelashes, wide eyes and parted lips.

"You gonna cry again, sweetheart?" Joon teased as he climbed back into the driver's seat, zipping up his own pants like he was just finishing a business meeting.

Still silence.

Still stunned.

Joon didn't mind. He lit another cigarette as the engine started up and rolled the windows down, smoke curling around him like it belonged to the air between them.

Only when they were halfway down the block, headlights dim in the quiet street, did Tae-hyun finally speak.

"…I said it."

Joon side-eyed him without turning his head. "You did."

Tae swallowed. His voice cracked. "I called you that."

"You did," Joon repeated, dragging from the cigarette. "And you'll do it again."

Tae glared weakly at him, too drained to mean it. "You're not even gonna pretend to be sorry?"

Joon chuckled. "You didn't sound like you wanted me to be."

A beat.

"I'm not—into that," Tae mumbled. "I didn't think I—"

Joon raised a brow. "Didn't think what? That you'd beg for it?"

Tae flushed hot all over again. "Shut up."

"You were practically crying for me to keep going." Joon leaned back into his seat, one hand on the wheel, the other casually smoking like he hadn't just fucked a man inside his car like an animal. "You don't have to explain it, Tae. Your body already did."

Tae didn't speak again for a while.

And then, after a minute:

"…You were different."

Joon let that hang in the air. "Yeah?"

"You didn't feel like—like the same person."

Another pause.

Joon's voice lowered. "Maybe this is who I am."

Tae-hyun swallowed, looking out the window now.. stunned, quiet, no longer sure of himself or anything else.

The silence settled again as they approached the restaurant lot. Tae's car sat dimly in the corner, untouched since earlier.

Joon parked.

Before Tae could unbuckle, he leaned in close, one hand resting lightly on the seatback behind him.

"Next time," he murmured, breath warm against Tae's flushed ear, "I'm gonna make you say it louder."

Tae turned his face, eyes wide, like he wanted to say something… anything… to regain control.

But he didn't. Couldn't.

Joon kissed him once, soft and lingering, nothing like the roughness from earlier. Just a slow, possessive taste that made Tae shudder.

Then he pulled away and reached over to unbuckle his seatbelt, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Go on," Joon said. "Wouldn't want your wife thinking the dinner was horrible."

The door opened with a click.

Tae didn't move.

Not right away. He kept staring in shock at Joon-won as if taking in the new guy before him silently. His lips still parted like he has so much to say but didn't know how to.

"Tae." 

Only when Joon said his name again.. calm, patient, with the barest smile, did he finally snap out of his daze and stepped out into the night with a quite "talk to you later.." under his breath before he shut the door, legs shaking slightly, heart pounding through his ribs like he'd just discovered something terrible and addicting all at once.

Whatever Joon-won did in that car, had changed something deep down Tae-hyun. He liked it way too much that it was scaring him to death. He thought he wasn't into such things. All the roughness.

Getting tied up, slapped, degraded like that by someone while getting his hole abused.

He was totally wrong. And Joon-won just made him realize it tonight.

This new side of Joon-won that apparently by his words meant it's who he really is and not who he have been making himself appear to be made his body shiver.

He found him even more attractive, he desired him more.. he wanted more of this Joon. And he wasn't sure he was ready for it yet he felt like he never wanted something more badly in his life now.