Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

Tae-hyun stayed on his knees.

The carpet scratched slightly against the fabric of his trousers. He could feel the weight of Joon-Won's gaze on him like a hand around his throat, not tight, not yet, just… waiting.

Joon-Won exhaled another thin stream of smoke. Then he reached forward without a word, tapped the ash into a tray this time instead of the floor, and leaned back again. Legs spread now in front of Tae-hyun. A picture of absolute ease.

"I didn't tell you to kneel," he murmured.

"I know," Tae-hyun whispered.

Joon-Won stared at him. "But you did anyway."

Tae-hyun nodded, shame blooming across his chest like a heat rash.

"Because you knew what I'd want."

No answer. Just the sound of rain against glass.

Joon-Won's voice dropped lower. "Show me."

The command was quiet. But absolute.

Tae-hyun's fingers trembled as he reached up and undid Joon-Won's belt. Slow. Careful. Every motion deliberate, like trying not to set off a bomb. He could feel the tension rolling off the other man in waves, but it was restrained. Held back.

He pulled the zipper down. Pressed his face close to the heat there as he slowly released Joon-won's half erected cock.

His cheeks flushed slightly at the sight before him, he have had it inside him now two times but he had never touched it or been this close to it before. He was big even when he wasn't fully hard and that made him hesitant for a second.

He didn't look up. Not yet.

He let out a shaky breath before wrapping a hand around it, letting his fingers feel him up. Stroking his length slowly before opening his mouth and taking him in just as slow.

Joon-Won let out a quiet breath.. barely a sound, but his hand moved, resting on the back of Tae-hyun's head. Not pushing. Just… there..

Tae-hyun worked with care, like it mattered. Like reverence. His eyes finally looked up at Joon-won's hazel eyes through his lashes. He knew exactly what he was doing to him.

Lips wrapping around his cock tight, his jaw opening wider the deeper he takes him in, his tongue dragging slow against the underside before twirling around his length skillfully. His eyes fluttered shut when Joon-Won shifted just slightly, his hips shifting forward into his mouth a low hiss catching in his throat.

He loved this.

And hated that he did.

Joon-Won's thigh twitched once under his palm. Still, he didn't moan. He didn't praise. Just watched, hand tightening in warning when Tae-hyun's pace faltered, then loosening again when he found rhythm. He was going faster now, taking him deeper without even gagging once, he didn't scratch him once with his teeth and that made Joon-won grit his teeth.

"You do it like you've done it before," Joon-Won said, voice low as he yanks him off of him by his hair, taking his cock out of his mouth with a pop. Causing tae-hyun to stare up at him with wet parted lips and lidded eyes.

"I haven't," Tae-hyun whispered hoarsely, lips brushing the tip of his cock as he slowly leans back in to swirl his tongue around his tip, despite the rough grip on his hair that didn't flatter. "Not like this at least..."

Then He felt the change before he saw it, Joon-Won's hand left his head, his body shifting forward to grab something from inside his pocket. Then he stood up and grabbed both his wrists pulling them back, he felt a sharp, mechanical clink. Metal.

He didn't have time to react.

Joon-Won was suddenly grabbing him, dragging his arms back. Something thin and cool wrapped around his forearms—nylon? Rope? No, soft leather. Restraint cuffs. Not the same as before.

But more than that.

Joon-Won didn't stop at the wrists this time.

He pulled Tae-hyun's elbows together, forced his shoulders back, pressed a firm palm against the base of his spine. A second strap wrapped around his arms tightly and something low and fast twisted in Tae-hyun's gut.

It wasn't just restraint now.

It was putting him in his place.

His arms pinned. His body arched back by the tightness of his arms behind pulled behind his back. His back curved like a bow.

"Too much?" Joon-Won asked, not sounding remotely concerned as he returned to stand in front of him now, looking down at him.

"No," Tae-hyun whispered. His breath fogged against the tip of Joon-Won's cock. "Keep going."

The cuffs bit just a little. Joon-Won's hand gripped his jaw, guiding him back onto his length, forcing it deep inside his mouth.

He fucked his mouth slowly at first..

Not violently. Not rough. But with purpose. Measured. Like claiming space. He thrusted his hips while moving his fingers through tae-hyun hair softly.

Tae-hyun gagged once this time by how far Joon-Won was going down his through and he didn't ease up. Just brushed his thumb over the corner of his mouth, catching the saliva as it spilled out before he started thrusting faster. His thump pushed inside the side of his mouth, forcing him to open it wider and he did just that, taking him all in with his tongue out and eyes locked up onto his. He tightened his throat around him before closing his mouth tightly and started sucking the more brutally joon-won would fuck his mouth. He was a mess.

"Messy," he murmured. "You always get like this when I make you mine."

Tae-hyun's eyes fluttered, tears pricking the corners at the force.

The worst part?

He loved it.

The helplessness. The way he couldn't even touch Joon-Won now. The way his body was only useful to the man above him in pieces, his mouth, his breath, the heat of his throat.

It was disgusting.

It was perfect.

Eventually, Joon-Won once again yanked his head away roughly by the hair with a grunt. Tae-hyun let out a gasp, jaw aching, spit sliding down his chin and he coughed softly. 

He didn't even care.

He was still staring up at him like he was begging for more but without saying it.

Joon-Won stood. Walked around behind him again.

"You liked this," he said quietly, crouching at his back. "Didn't you."

Tae-hyun didn't answer.

So Joon-Won ran two fingers down the exposed line of his spine, tracing the indent that the restraint carved into his shoulders.

"You want me to use you again."

Still no answer. Tae-hyun was only panting heavily with his cock throbbing inside his now tight pants.

Then Joon-Won leaned in, mouth near his ear, breath hot against his flushed skin.

"Or is it just me you want?"

That made Tae-hyun freeze.

The question hit like a gunshot in a quiet room.

He twisted slightly, trying to see Joon-Won's face, but Joon-won grabbed the back of his neck to stop him, kneeling behind him as he press his other hand against his hip, the restraints pulled tight. All he could glimpse was the edge of a jawline, the flicker of uncertainty in those usually unreadable eyes. Still quiet but his heart was beating out of his chest and he hoped Joon-won didn't notice.

"You're quiet now," Joon-Won said, almost amused. But there was no laughter in his voice. Only tension. "You always get quiet when I get close to the truth."

"I don't know what I want," Tae-hyun whispered, barely audible.

Joon-Won didn't say anything for a long time.

Instead moving his Hands down to rip his pants open, making Tae-hyun yelp in surprise at the sudden aggression. 

"Stay there," he said flatly.

And left him on his knees, dripping, cuffed and shaking, with the rain still singing against the windows. His pants torn off and thrown to the side.

Joon-Won didn't go far.

Tae-hyun stayed where he was, trembling on his knees, arms pulled behind him, legs parted open while he's on his knees all exposed, the sound of his own breath was loud in his ears, shallow and wet from where he'd choked moments ago. Saliva still clung to his lips. His jaw ached.

But he didn't move.

He wouldn't. Not until he was told. Even his gaze was glued to the floor beneath him.

Joon-Won returned, slower this time. No rush. No threat. Just the click of his shoes on the old wood floor, the quiet drag of his knuckles along the armrest of the couch as he circled back in front of Tae-hyun.

He unbuttoned his shirt. One. Two. Three.

The fabric slid off his shoulders and hit the couch behind him. His body.. muscular, pale, smooth beneath the collarbone but sculpted with tension caught the light, and Tae-hyun's breath stilled. It wasn't his first time seeing his chest but it was the first time he completely took his shirt off to reveal his arms too. He was jacked and that made him stare.

Joon-Won reached for his open belt and slide it off slowly.

"You want to be fucked here?" he asked, almost lazily, sliding his pants along with his boxers off. Getting completely naked this time just like Tae-hyun was before him. "On your knees. On this floor. Like this?"

Tae-hyun didn't trust his voice, especially not with the strip show going in front of him. His throat felt dry at the sight and his lips parted with a little whimper. So He just nodded.

Joon-Won stepped forward. Grabbed Tae-hyun by the jaw again and made him look up at him instead of his body, not gently. Fingers dug deep into his chin.

"Say it."

Tae-hyun's lips parted more. His throat worked and this time he didn't miss a beat before speaking.

"I want to be fucked right here."

Joon-Won's expression didn't change, but his pupils blew wide.

Then he moved. Fast. Hands on Tae-hyun's hips, yanking him up off his knees just enough to twist his bound body forward, chest pressed into the couch seat. The fabric of the couch was cold against his hot skin. He gasped at the feeling. He was burning with arousal.

He didn't even hear Joon-Won say anything next. Just the sound of something wet, the low rasp of breath, and then..

"Ngh!!"

Pain shot up his body.

Not gentle. Not kind. No teasing now.

Joon-Won thrusted his cock inside of him like he was claiming a space that had never belonged to anyone else. He didn't prepare him or anything.

Tae-hyun let out a hoarse, strangled sound and his forehead dropped against the couch, legs trembling, breath knocked clean from his lungs. His body was still in shock at the sudden invasion and his hole clenched tightly around Joon-won's cock which made him tighten his grip onto his hips..

Joon-Won didn't give him time to catch it.

He set a pace right away, slow at first, but deep. Grinding into him. Stretching him open with his cock not fingers this time around. Making him feel every inch of him. One hand stayed on the base of Tae-hyun's spine, keeping him down. The other slipped under the restraints, gripping his bound wrists like reins and tugged on them roughly. Causing Tae-hyun body to slam back against him.

"You're so fucking tight.. you're about to snap my cock in half," Joon-Won muttered under his breath, leaning forward to bite the edge of Tae-hyun's shoulder aggressively, sinking his teeth into his skin as he sped up his thrusts. "Like your wife's never touched you right."

"Shut up," Tae-hyun hissed then gasped at the sudden pain in his shoulder, shame and lust bleeding together at Joon-won words and actions.

Joon-Won laughed. But there was something rough in it. Too raw.

"You fucking let me break you." He husked out and pulled on his cuffs, slamming him back against his cock roughly, doing that repeatedly until he was fucking him deep in. "Again.. And again." He can feel his cock rub against tae-hyun sweet spot and he tightened his grip onto his cuffs. Meeting the slams of Tae-hyun body against his with his own hips.

Tae-hyun cried out, tried to bite it back but couldn't. His body rocked against the force of it, muscles straining against the binds, helpless to do anything but take it.

And Joon-Won didn't stop.

Didn't slow.

He gripped tighter. Used his leverage — the cuffs, the body beneath him — to keep the rhythm brutal, relentless. Tae-hyun's knees slipped on the rug. His cheek pressed against the couch with a whimper. He was moaning now, loudly, shamelessly, every breath punched out of him in rhythm.

"I fuck you like this," Joon-Won growled, voice unsteady now, "because it's the only way I can forget the way you looked at me that night in the car."

Tae-hyun's head snapped up slightly, shakily trying to look back at him through the jerks of his body.

"W-what—"

Joon-Won shoved deeper, rough and Tae-hyun gasped, back arching sharply at the sudden burst of pleasure from his action.

"Shut up." His voice broke. "Don't ask."

Tae-hyun went silent. He didn't say anything but his moans didn't stop. His whimpers got louder and his body started shaking while he was bent onto the couch.

But he heard it.

The crack.

The slip.

He realized, then.. this wasn't about control anymore. Not completely.

This was about containment.

Joon-Won was losing something. Slowly.

And that terrified him.

"I hate how fucking good you feel," Joon-Won snapped, nails biting into Tae-hyun's hip. "I hate that I want to keep ruining you. Just to make sure you don't belong to anyone else."

The confession hit harder than the thrusts.

Tae-hyun let out a shuddering breath. "Then don't stop."

Joon-Won did. For half a second.

Then—he grabbed Tae-hyun by the hair, dragged him upright, still bound, back arched — and fucked him hard enough to make the couch scrape an inch backward across the rug.

Tae-hyun moaned, loud this time, echoing off the old apartment walls.

He was going to come. Too fast. Too messy.

"Please," he whispered, eyes squeezed shut, hands straining behind him. "Please—aah!!"

"Look at me."

Joon-Won's voice, raw now. He tugged harder on his hair.

Tae-hyun blinked up, glassy-eyed, flushed, mouth trembling.

"Say it." Joon-Won's voice dropped. Huskier. More demanding. "Say who you belong to."

"…you."

"Again."

"You—fuck—Joon, you—aah!"

And then he was gone, his cock untouched, pulsed as he came hard against the side of the couch and his body trembled, a broken moan leaving his throat with his teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle it out. Everything trembling.

He spilled hard, legs nearly giving out, gasping through the aftershock.

Joon-Won held him in place through it. Still inside. Still clutching his jaw.

Still watching and still thrusting aggressively chasing his own climax. With one sharp snap of his hips and watching the way Tae had crumbled in his grasp. He came undone. 

When he came, it was with a harsh groan.. low and guttural.. face fell onto his shoulder and buried there with gritted teeth. His entire body curled forward as he emptied himself deep inside of his ass, breathless and silent after all that intense orgasm from the both of them.

The only sound left was the rain outside still, it didn't stop.

They didn't speak for several seconds.

Tae-hyun barely had time to breathe.

His body was limp, slumped forward with his cheek pressed into the leather, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven jolts, legs spread still, thighs shaking violently. He could still feel Joon-Won pulsing inside him, the last waves of his release thick and warm where it filled him.

But Joon-Won didn't pull out.

Didn't back away.

Didn't even move.

Not until a low, guttural sound left his throat again— something animal like, something torn, and then his fingers sank deeper into Tae-hyun's throat. Forcing his head back against his chest while staring down into his eyes upside down. Tae-hyun eyes widen in shock and he digged his nails into his palms behind his back.

And he started to move again.

Tae-hyun jerked. His whole body tensed, the overstimulation hitting like lightning.

"F—fuck, wait—" he gasped, but Joon-Won didn't. His thrusts started shallow, slick with the cum dripping from inside of his now swollen hole, dragging slow and wet and too much across nerves already wrecked. His inside was too sensitive. Too raw still. He could feel every stroke.

"You think I'm done with you?" Joon-Won growled down at him and moved his other hand to grab each side of his throat and pull him back, forcing his back to arch and keep his head fallen back to stare at him while he drilled into him like a dog in heat. "You said you wanted to belong to me."

"I did," Tae-hyun whimpered, panting, face flushed and wet now with sweat and something else. "I— I still—j-joon-won! "

Joon-Won snapped his hips forward.

The sound it made was obscene.

"You'll say it again. Every time I make you cum. Every time I push you past what you think you can take." 

And then one of Joon-Won's hands slid downward. Off of his throat and down to his chest.

It didn't stop on Tae-hyun's cock.

No.

It went to his hand behind his back.

To his ring.

That silver band he wore like a shield.

Joon-Won's fingers ghosted over it, slow. Deliberate.

Tae-hyun barely noticed—until he felt the twist.

A cold metallic slide.

He gasped and looked down in panic. "What are you—?"

But Joon-Won had already slipped it off.

Off of him.

Off himself, too.

With a smooth motion, he took his own wedding ring and placed them both onto the floor with a soft clink.

Then he leaned in.

Voice right by Tae-hyun's ear, low and sharp like a blade:

"Now no one else gets a claim."

Tae-hyun's head dropped back onto his shoulder with a gasp in disbelief. His eyes wide and cheeks flushed with tears streaming down as he stares at him before his eyes fluttered shut. "You're insane…"

Joon-Won moved again. Deeper if even possible, this time. Purposeful.

"You're mine everytime my cock is inside you and my lips are on your skin," he murmured through clenched teeth. "I don't care if it breaks you."

Tae-hyun was breaking. He could feel it.

His cock ached. His thighs burned. But his body was reacting again, involuntarily. His hips rolled with every thrust. His head hung back, mouth parted, voice caught between gasps and whimpers.

He could feel Joon-Won thick inside him again, sliding deep, fucking up into the overstimulation until it turned into heat all over again.

His legs buckled.

Joon-Won caught him.

"Fuck—don't fall."

He bent them forward again, this time planting Tae-hyun's chest flat against the couch and grabbing the back of his neck with one hand to keep him there. While grabbing his thigh with the other and lifting it side ways, The angle shifted and it made Joon cock abuse his prostate like he's trying to erase it. The pressure hit somewhere new and he jolted sharply.

Tae-hyun screamed.

His body locked, his eyes were lidded and clouded with tears and lust, heat flooding in his lower stomach again.

He was coming.

Again.

And harder than the first time.

Messy and raw, untouched still and helpless — just from the friction, the pressure, the brutal stretch, and the way Joon-Won claimed him like he didn't care who or what they were before this.

He couldn't form words anymore, even his sounds didn't come out of his throat he was gasping for air and thrashing against the retrain and joon-won grasp. His cum streaked the couch with a silent cry of pleasure. Too sudden. Too hard.

And still — still — Joon-Won didn't stop.

He kept going, using him like a toy, like a body made for him and no one else. Like his hole was his fuck toy. And when he came again, it was deeper. Harder. He didn't even grunt this time — he just bit Tae-hyun's shoulder again on the other side so hard it left a deep, red mark.

Then..

Finally, finally, he stopped moving.

They collapsed together. Panting heavily. Too far gone with the intensity of the orgasm.

Joon-Won still inside him, both of them shaking. Tae-hyun's body buzzed with too much sensation, his nerves fried, his chest rising in broken gasps. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Still. Just stayed there, skin wet with sweat, mouth open, lips swollen, hair stuck to his temples.

Joon-Won's hand slid down, brushing over the mark where his ring had been as he slightly shifts behind him and rest his forehead against his sweaty back.

He didn't say a word.

Didn't comfort him.

Didn't help him up.

He just watched. Quiet. Tense. His own jaw clenched like he'd said too much. Done too much. Like he was one second from pulling away completely again.

But his hand stayed there.

On Tae-hyun's skin.

Possessive.

Shaking.

Still.