Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

The room had gone silent..

Except for the ragged sound of breathing.

Tae-hyun lay there, face down, completely wrecked. Skin flushed, thighs trembling, wrists still sore from restraint. Joon-won slowly pulled out of him and finally pulled his hand off of Tae-hyun ringless finger now.

He slowly made his way towards the couch and sat himself on it, still fully naked. Leaving Tae on his knees still.

Joon-Won sat back, chest rising and falling as he stared down at him with his eyes filled with mixed emotions. He was feeling everything at once.

No one reached for their rings.

And no one moved for a few minutes.

Until Tae-hyun did.

Slowly—without a word—he shifted, crawled toward Joon-Won on shaky limbs, arms still tied loosely behind him. His thighs were slick, dripping, skin flushed up to his ears.

He climbed onto Joon-Won's lap.

Joon-Won's brows twitched. "You can't even walk."

Tae-hyun didn't answer. Just reached down between them and grabbed Joon-Won's cock that's already twitching back to life at the sight of him.

And lowered himself on it. So slow and teasingly.

Joon-Won's breath caught. His head fell back as he let out a slow hiss.

Tae-hyun gasped, his face crumpling as he took it in inch by inch, mouth falling open in silent desperation.

"Fuck—"

He whimpered. Rocked his hips once, experimentally once he was fully sitting on now. Letting his hole get used to the feeling.

"Look at you," Joon-Won breathed out in amusement, his eyes locking onto his with his head still leaned back against the couch. "Still fucking needy." He whispered huskily and moved his hands down his sides, slowly down to grab his ass and squeeze it before smacking it aggressively.

Tae-hyun gasped at the sudden action, he throw his head back slightly and moaned out. His reaction and the word that slipped out of his mouth was too quick. "D-Daddy—"

The word fell out of him naturally now.

Not forced. Not coerced.

Just real.

Raw.

Needy.

And it shattered something in Joon-Won.

His grip tightened, fingers clawing into Tae-hyun's ass, then with his other hand up his chest.. pinching, teasing, gripping his nipples hard enough to make the man whimper against him.

"Say it again," Joon-Won growled, dragging his teeth up the flushed column of Tae-hyun's neck. "Louder."

Tae-hyun started to bounce in his lap, movements messy, clumsy, gasping through overstimulation and exhaustion. Trying to get Joon-won to move his hips in any way.

"D-Daddy—ah—please—"

Joon-Won grabbed the base of his cock, stroked it in time with the rhythm of their bodies.

"Tell me what you are."

Tae-hyun sobbed. "Yours—"

"Say it."

"I'm yours! I'm—fuck—I'm Daddy's—"

That made Joon-Won lose it all. All the control he was barely been holding onto, broke in that instant.

He twisted Tae-hyun's wrists tighter behind his back, forced his chest flush against his own, then thrust up violently. forcing Tae-hyun to arch into him and his hips buckle the harder and deeper he fucked into him. even as his legs shook uncontrollably he didn't slow down.

Their bodies slammed together, sweat slick, skin smacking against skin. Joon-Won's mouth found his neck again, his collarbone, biting and sucking until angry red marks bloomed. He was marking him without thinking anymore. It's like he wanted him to be caught.

"You forgot to text your wife," Joon-Won murmured darkly against his skin. "Didn't even think about her, did you?"

Tae-hyun shook his head, eyes glazed, tears catching on his lashes as he let out broken moans.

"Didn't think about your son."

"F-fuck—"

"You came here to belong to me."

"Yes—yes—Daddy— Joon!"

Joon-Won shoved him back a little, just enough to slap his hand against Tae-hyun's inner thigh and spank him hard once.

Tae-hyun moaned out at the sting. Loud. Shameless. Opening his legs wider on top of him As if asking for more, making Joon-won smack him there again harder until his hand print was showing up on his pale skin.

Joon-Won spat in his hand when he was pleased with the mark and slicked his cock again, stroking him with his rough thrusts, making the ride even nastier. Wet and loud.

His other hand gripped Tae-hyun's jaw, forced him to look into his eyes aggressively, his eyes were clouded with lust and twisted desires.

"You don't get to walk out of this apartment the same."

"I—I know—"

"No rings. No fucking lies. You're mine when you're here."

"I want to be," Tae-hyun sobbed, riding harder. "Please—use me—just use me—"

He was so far gone he didn't even realize he was crying.

Joon-Won licked the tears from his cheek. Down to his lips and gave him a peck before kissing him, Groaned into his mouth as he kissed him.. filthy, open-mouthed, teeth dragging, tongue fucking deep, taking full control of every hole he had on his body.

Then… without a warning, he lifted Tae-hyun up.

Just enough.

—and slammed him back down.

Tae-hyun screamed. Too loud. Like he was getting sliced opened with a knife.

Eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

His whole body trembled as he came again with another loud scream of Joon-won name. violently, cock throbbing, just from the brutal angle and Joon-Won's cock slamming into the deepest parts of him. Hitting every single sensitive spot he has deep inside.

He collapsed against Joon-Won's chest, gasping, twitching, completely wrecked and broken.

Joon-Won held him there, fucking up into him in slow, punishing thrusts, chest soaked in sweat. He didn't stop until he came again with a loud throaty grunt of pleasure.

Deep inside him.

Growling low.

He stayed there, hands moving down to grip Tae-hyun hips in place. He was panting heavily but his cock was twitching inside him like he wasn't done. And he wasn't.

Not yet.

He needed more.

He tuned his head and brushed his lips against Tae-hyun's ear. Whispering huskily with no sign of slowing down in his voice.

"You're not going home tonight."

And he meant it. He wasn't going to let him go. Not yet.

.

.

.

Tae-hyun layed on top of him, head on his shoulder motionless.. flushed, gasping, wrecked.

But Joon-Won hadn't pulled out.

Not even an inch.

He was still buried to the hilt. Still hard.

Tae-hyun shivered. "…you came," he whispered, almost disbelieving.

"Mm," Joon-Won hummed lazily, mouth brushing his ear still while breathing heavily. "And you took it.. swallowing it.. like your hole is starving for my cum."

His fingers slipped around Tae-hyun's wrists, still tied behind his back and began untying the knots one by one. Slow. Deliberate.

The pressure in Tae-hyun's shoulders eased. But his breath caught again when Joon-Won rolled his hips up.

A slow, cruel grind.

Too deep. Too full.

Tae-hyun whimpered, weak and overstimulated. His hole clamped down in protest.

Tae-hyun whimpered — each motion dragging a soft, helpless sound from his throat, his legs barely able to stay open anymore. His throat was sore from all the screaming too.

"Still so fucking tight around me," Joon-Won murmured. "You're not done either. Huh?"

"No—ah—wait, I—"

Another slow thrust. All the way out..

..then back in.

Painfully slow.

Tae-hyun trembled, muscles tightening. His lips parted to beg,

But that's when Joon-Won's phone rang.

He stilled. Let the vibration hum between their bodies.

The screen lit up beside them on the table.

Ring ring.

The sudden sound cut through the air.

Joon-Won froze.

The phone lit up on the end table.

[Ha-yeon.]

Tae-hyun stiffened.

Joon-Won tilted his head.

Then smirked.

His hand slid up Tae-hyun's spine. He didn't move to reach for the phone.

Until the second ring.

And then, with a slow, casual motion, like he had all the time in the world, he leaned over and grabbed it.

Still inside him.

Still deep.

And answered.

"…Hey."

His voice was calm. Smooth. Even-toned.

Tae-hyun's eyes widened in panic, heart pounding, mouth open, breath caught in utter shock and disbelief.

He tried to move off, to squirm free

But Joon-Won's arm locked around his waist. Tight. His hands shot up to grip into Joon-won's hair and she quickly shook his head in protest.

But Joon arm around his waist only tightened, pulling him closer. Pinning him in place. Still on his lap.

"No, I'm still at the office love," Joon-Won said into the phone. "Yeah. It's been a long day, I'm so busy."

His eyes didn't shift once.

They stayed locked on Tae-hyun,

Who looked like he was about to cry.

"You and Eun-woo already had dinner?" he asked, voice pleasant. Light. Familiar.

His hips moved.

Tae-hyun bit down on his lip to keep quiet, face scrunching into a mess of panic and pleasure and exhaustion, his fingers curled into joon-won hair and he leaned down to press his forehead against his. His eyes begging him to calm down, heart sinking at the fact he might slip while Joon's wife was on the call but deep down he didn't really want it to.

His plea was ignored.

The thrusts continued, slow.

Not all the way in.

He pulled out until the tip of his cock teased the rim — slick with cum and overstimulation — and then slammed it back in just before going fully deep.

Tae-hyun nearly screamed.

But Joon-Won clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Mm. No, I probably won't be home today," he said softly to his wife. "I'm just going to stay here until the morning then take the day off so I can rest at home."

Another thrust.

Deeper this time.

Tae-hyun's nails dug into Joon-Won's hair, tugging on it shakily. His whole body convulsed as another moan got caught in his throat.

The hand over his mouth tightened. Silencing him.

"Yeah, you can go to bed without me." Joon-Won's tone didn't shift. But his eyes? Sharp. Hungry. Twisted with something darker as he watched the man on his lap crumble in silence.

Another pull.

Another cruel, shallow thrust.

Back out.

Back in.

Tip dragging against that swollen, sensitive rim over and over, driving Tae-hyun insane without a single slapping sound.

No rhythm. Just torture.

Cum was dripping down between them from inside of Tae-hyun and his flushed and over stimulated leaking cock.

"You sound tired," Joon-Won murmured to her. "Did he give you a hard time?"

He smiled at that. As if he was talking to Tae-hyun but through his wife.

Tae-hyun's body trembled in his lap, eyes squeezed shut, tears falling silently as his body was being held in place and fucked into slow and deep without a break.

"You're so good with him," Joon-Won continued. His tone slightly teasing, breathy. "Always are."

Tae-hyun sobbed under his palm now, his hands moving to softly bang on Joon-won's chest wearily. He was gasping into his hand between the sobs and his body was shivering.

Another slow thrust.

This one longer.

Crueler.

He made sure Tae-hyun was feeling his cock pull all the way out, he even lifted him up by the arm around his waist before slamming him down onto his cock and stopping right before their thighs met to avoid the sound of their skin slapping.

And tae-hyun lost it. His head fell back with a muffled sharp gasp that took his breath away, eyes widen and his hands shooting up to grip onto Joon-won's hand at his mouth. Digging his nails into his skin, scratching him to the point that he drew blood.

And Joon watched. His eyes half lidded now at the sight before him, his breathing quickened but he didn't let his wife catch onto it. The way Tae-hyun was looking made him want to lose his mind. He was way too sexy all fucked out like this. He didn't even care that his hand was getting scratched but his cock was twitching inside of him, so turned on he could cum on the spot.

"Yeah," he finally said into the phone, voice lower now. "I'll wake you when I get in."

A pause.

"I love you too."

Click.

The call ended.

The second the phone hit the table, he dropped it and shoved Tae-hyun down onto the couch cushions without a word. His hands grabbed his hips, spread him again, pulled him back onto his cock in one deep, brutal thrust.

And then he started again.

Rough.

Hard.

No more teasing.

"Now scream for me," Joon-Won said lowly, voice venom-smooth as he grabbed a fistful of Tae-hyun's hair and yanked his head back, exposing his marked neck and leaning down to leave more with his teeth, biting right at his throat, he didn't care anymore and it shows.. "No one's on the other end anymore."

Tae-hyun choked on a broken sob.

And did.

He screamed his name…No. Not his name anymore.

Daddy.

Joon-won growled. Louder than any time Tae-hyun had heard before and it's like a switch had been flipped, he was losing his mind at how good Tae-hyun felt and sounded.

He tightened his grip onto his hair and licked his way down to Tae-hyun nipple, twirling his tongue around it before taking the bud into his mouth. Sucking on it hard with a groan.

And fucked into him without mercy.

The mask dropped. His teeth bit into his chest. No words. Just lust.

Tae-hyun broke under him completely now, his body was limp and his mind was hazy with just pleasure going through his body like electricity.

His mouth fell open with no sound coming out of his sore throat. Drool spilled over his lip. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak.

Only feel. Feel too much.

He was drowning in it.. this sick aggressive torment.

Joon-Won pulled his mouth away from his chest and leaned down to brush his lips against his, panting heavily while his eyes poured into his lidded ones. voice like gravel against his lips.

"You heard how soft I talked to her?"

Tae-hyun nodded, whimpering and staring up at him without a sound. Just opened mouth.

"You saw my face?"

Another shaky nod and a slight draw of sharp breath.

Joon-Won slammed into him again. Deep. Brutal.

"But all I was thinking about—" he growled, he was getting close. Pulsing inside of him. "—was how good your fucking hole feels around me. How fucking good you sound all breathless and screaming out.."

He thrusted frantically the closer he got, still whispering in a raspy voice filled with lust against his lips. "How beautiful you look with tears streaming down your face.. fuck Tae-hyun.. you look so fucking breedable when you're all broken under me like this.."

At that. Tae-hyun came again.

Without even being touched.

Violent. Silent. His entire body convulsed in pleasure.

Joon-Won moaned huskily against his lips, his own lips parting at how hard he was cumming, holding him there, keeping him filled as his hole twitched and shook around him.

The phone was forgotten on the table. Their rings still lying forgotten on the table.

And the only sound left was breathing.

Heavy.

Hot.

Tae-hyun was Fucked raw and out of his mind.

He was so far gone that he stared up at Joon-won, gasping without a sound against his lips, body jolting as he felt Joon-won warm cum shoot deep inside him and he weakly reached up with shaky fingers.

He grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down an inch closer to close the distance and kiss him softly. His lips were quivering.

And Joon-won melted into it, breathing heavy through his nose as he kissed him back gently, now his hands softly rubbing his sides. Like he didn't just go crazy on him with no mercy.

They were both fucked..

they fucked up this time. Bad. But at the moment neither of them cared. And they knew, both will be dealing with the consequences differently.