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Huffing and groaning, flushed in face and chest, a line of drool and sweat creeps down Han Maru’s neck. From his mouth, a circular tube made out of what feels like metal, just large enough for Han Maru’s two canines to strain against the fit. His arms, hastily bound by rope and tied behind his back, have barely enough room to wriggle his fingers. The room was swirling before, but now, the haze clears just enough for Maru to look around.

Seonwoo Eden sits across from Maru, in his typical suit and gloves, peering at him. Legs crossed, he taps his finger on the arm chair, and icy blue gaze doing a once-over.

“I can see you’re finally awake.”

Maru jerks a bit, instinct kicking in from being slightly immobile. He tries to speak, but chokes a bit around the tube in his mouth.

Seonwoo wordlessly steps over to where Maru is confined on the bed, unhooks the clip that was tied around Maru’s head, and lets it fall. Maru takes an inhale of air, blinking the haziness away in a futile attempt. A searing pain hits the left side of Maru's temple, and he folds over, until the rope binds stop him from fully sinking to the bed. A tug here and there, and while the rope ties look messy, Maru realizes the binds are intricate. Looping into one another, a snug fit. 

"Seonwoo...", Maru starts. There's some drool leaking down his chin that he can't wipe, due to his hands tied behind his back. Maru's eyebrows furry, then he shakes his head like he's trying to shake the confusion away.

"Han Maru." Seonwoo replies curtly.

"What's going on?"

"I'm figuring that out." Seonwoo continues peering down at him, standing over the side of the bed as Maru continues to refocus his attention to the surroundings.

"You did this?" Maru tugs at the ropes a bit, trying to sit up straighter, but ends up losing what little balance he has after another spike of pain hits him in the temple. Maru squeezes his eyes shut for a split second and groans, accepting his position horizontally. With Seonwoo's upper body at his eye level now, Maru has to jut his head up to look Seonwoo in the eyes. While the mental haze is still messing with his head, he has half a mind to find his legs tied at the ankles. His body radiating a heat kin to a fever, with a slight ache all across his body.

Seonwoo is unfazed, save for a slight eyebrow twitch.

"Yeah."

"You're trying to figure it out?"

"What did I say two seconds ago?"

"So you don't know...what's going on?"

"I know enough", Seonwoo replies. "Though I might have to call Director for this", and pulls his flip phone out of his inner jacket pocket. 

"Can you at least untie me?"

"I can't do that."

"And why's that?"

"I can't yet, not until I know it's safe enough."

"Safe?"

"Yeah."

"What, am I a rabid dog?"

Seonwoo mumbles under his breath. "...you might as well be." Seonwoo seems to read through some texts, and dials some buttons one-handed. The phone rings, with Maru's unsteady breath making a noticeable sound in the otherwise silent air. As the phone goes to voicemail, Seonwoo sighs and taps the phone to his chin, frowning. 

"Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on or do I have to keep guessing like this is pictionary?"

"I have a theory". Seonwoo starts.

"A... theory?"

"Yes." A beat of silence. Then another. Seonwoo then turns around, hands on his hips, seemingly contemplating- no, holding back the words that could be explaining Maru's current predicament. Seonwoo turns around to look back down at Maru. Some of his hair parts, leaving a ring of shadow across his face. From this angle, Maru can see more clearly the bags under his eyes. There's a certain tiredness in them that he’s seen, for a while now.

As much as Maru feels for Seonwoo, and the rest of the team, especially after all their painful past traumas coming to life in a simulation conducted by yet another sadistic nachal, what Maru was currently feeling was an irritating heat. Itchy, overbearing, and it was starting to bleed into Maru's already hazey mind. The demons clawing behind his brain, startling him in the middle of the night was one thing. He already had enough of the sudden calls at the office, but this whole civil servant job was starting to consume his already-bleak social life.

"Oh, that's just great. You have a theory!" Maru exclaims, with mock glee. "What's next? An idea? Oh, oh, no- a concept? That'll surely help!" 

"Should've shipped you off to HQ when I had the chance”, Seonwoo snips. 

"Then how 'bout you go do that, Sir Eden? Ship me off and leave me to die in a hole?"

Seonwoo glares at Maru, opens his mouth, and then closes it.

"Can you just fuckin' untie me already?" Maru unintentionally growls as he says it, and jerks again at the binds. A wave of heat flashes over him, and the gray-tshirt has subtly grown darker patches where sweat has accumulated.

"Can't do that", Seonwoo simply replies.

“Fuckin’... prick! Asshole!”, Han Maru spits out.

Even after calling Seonwoo an asshole for the nth time throughout their whole time working together, Maru can't stop himself from spewing insults in his heated and irritable state.

Seonwoo cocks his head to the side, icy gaze revealing nothing but utter contempt for this ridiculous situation. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be telling me what to do, Maru. Especially after almost knocking me unconscious." He runs a hand through his hair, and Maru doesn't know how he didn't notice before, but he can see it now, clearly. A line of stitches running clean across the side of his head where the slight buzz is, reaching to the arch of his left eyebrow. Maru stills. 

"D-did I do that?"

"Who else?"

Maru seemingly contemplates for a second before opening his mouth again and letting out a deep breath. Seonwoo catches the slight change in pitch, the deeper sigh that comes right before Maru lets out his yellow dust. He's suddenly on the bed now, knees sinking into the mattress, gloved palm slapped across Maru's mouth.

"No. Don't."

Muffled, Maru tries to protest a "-but!"

"I don't want anything coming out of you right now. Especially not in this state."

Maru huffs through his nose, and his stomach cramps. The sudden movement from Seonwoo wafts his scent under Maru’s nose after a 2 second delay. Another wave of heat rolls down, another ache, and it creeps down to his lower abdomen. Shit. 

"Han Maru. Get it together."

With his arms and ankles tied, and now his mouth restrained, Maru has no choice but to confront that deep, sinking feeling that he’s had for a while now- that he felt ever since Seonwoo stepped out of his chair, a whisper of body soap and cologne wafting off of Seonwoo. A scent of ocean breeze and a tinge of sweet yuzu dances under Maru’s nose. Maru glares up at Seonwoo, but it falters, as Seonwoo’s face gets closer. 

Suddenly, flashes of hunger, scenes of darker dimensions flicker across his mind.

It's no secret that the gluttony nachal has had an impact on Han Maru. The massive increases in power came with an increase of night terrors and panic attacks. Even more so, they've become more frequent after fighting the immortality nachal. That guy made it his life sentence to almost fuck everything up, and even after miraculously being killed, the additional power gain of consuming one of the Eight was proving to be a bigger toll than expected. The aftershocks of all the fighting and fatigue was wearing Maru down in a way he didn't know was possible.

After spending more than a week at Captain Deokman’s filthy place, Maru was at his wit’s end. On his hands and knees, that fucker Seonwoo enjoyed Maru pleading for a place to stay at. After so many fights and close calls- and actual deaths that miraculously fixed themselves back to life, Seonwoo was starting to… tolerate certain things. As if the great Seonwoo Eden would admit he had a soft spot for… that guy. Not that level one brat, that had quickly overtaken everyone and climbed the ranks with his gluttonous power.

To everyone’s surprise, Maru’s pathetic begging actually worked. Seonwoo’s apartment had plenty of room, having been unfurnished for a while. Seonwoo’s uptight attitude meant that extra socks lying around, a drop of juice on the counter, items in the bathroom not put in their proper place meant a verbal lashing for Maru. Despite all of it, Maru preferred being yelled at by Seonwoo than having to discover disasters hidden in piles of dirty laundry. Maru was messy at times (most of the time), but Deokman Go’s living quarters had traumatized him almost as much as the nachals in his nightmares. The bickering had become strangely familiar, and predictable. It was an improvement from before. 

But right now, Maru couldn’t compute why the hell he had a hard-on, sweating and flustered under a man that had it out for him since the day they met. Level One, he’d sneer. The references to his level had decreased, especially after Maru had increased to a hefty level 10, but Seonwoo still found the pettiness within himself to insult Maru about his cleaning habits, clumsiness, and lack of social life. The two men, while having seemingly complete opposite lifestyles, had developed this strange flow. 

Those piercing blue eyes were doing something to Maru, and in his current state, he quickly tore his eyes away. 

Seonwoo’s hand clenched around Maru’s jaw, his black leather gloves wrapping tighter for a split second before pulling away. Seonwoo flips his left hand over, and in the turn, Maru sees the wet patches on the glove. His mind reeling, Maru hadn’t realized how much he’d been drooling, against Seonwoo’s hand. 

Maru felt hot in the face. 

This actually wasn’t the first time Maru had spilled bodily fluids onto Seonwoo.

Falling asleep while watching a movie, it wasn’t Maru’s head on Seonwoo’s shoulder that had caused a rude awakening, but the little spit that dropped onto Seonwoo’s pajama pants. Another time, Maru had excitedly tested out Seonwoo’s equipment in his at-home gym, and left a sweat print in the shape of ass cheeks on one of the seats. Both times, Seonwoo had given him a verbal and physical lashing. 

Maru was preparing himself for a lashing now, but Seonwoo instead starts to take off his glove with his other hand, starting with the pointer finger, then the middle finger, slowly shimmying off the dark leather fabric. 

It reminded Maru of those burlesque shows, with those sultry, big breasted women scantily removing their diamond encrusted accessories— but it was instead his now-roommate and annoying coworker. 

It’s kind of… 

Seonwoo peeled the glove off entirely, revealing those long, slender fingers. With a small turn, Maru could see the main vein running along the back of his hand, to which it definitely ran across his bicep but was covered by the suit jacket, damn it. For a guy who breaks his fingers everyday, he sure had some beautiful hands. Bet those fingers would feel nice on my-

Ohmygod, stop it.

“Stop what?” Seonwoo replied cooley.  

Maru squeezed his eyes shut. Oh god, I said that out loud. 

“Nothing”, Maru strained. 

Seonwoo leans back, pulling his knees from the dip in the mattress where Maru lay to swing over the side of the bed. He turns the drool-stained glove inside out, and pulls the other glove off, with less regard than the first. 

“Listen, Captain knows about your condition already.” 

“H-he does?” Maru squeaks. 

Seonwoo groans. “But he said that I needed to monitor you. For ‘health reasons’.” Although Maru can’t see Seonwoo’s face directly now, he can practically hear the eye-roll. 

“Okay…and monitoring me means fucking tying me up like you’re gonna kidnap me and throw me in a van?” 

Seonwoo rebuts- “If this was a kidnapping, you’d be a goner.” 

“The fuck is that suppose to mean?”, Maru huffs. 

He continues on, unphased. “Anyways, Director’s orders. Team already started the analysis on your condition after your last fit.” Seonwoo stands up, the weight in the bed lifting a bit, with Maru still laying on his side. By now, Maru would have whined about the uncomfortable position, thrown a fit—though wrists and ankles tied don’t allow for much movement. The main reason he doesn’t kick up a storm? It’s between his legs. 

Seonwoo sets his gloves down on the chair. Without looking back at Maru (Thank god), he turns to the door and says, “I’ll get you some water”, and leaves the door open a crack. Maru can hear his footsteps making their way downstairs. 

Fuck. 

How much time do I have….? I could- 

Oh my god, I am NOT about to rub one out, in Seonwoo Eden’s bed, no less! 

Maru just about bangs his head against the bed frame, if he were able to reach it. Normally it would be the evil voices, the demons, the psychotic nachals in his head whispering some sweet sin, but the fact that it was just him made it worse. Although the heat haze was affecting his head, he wasn’t nearly as impaired as when there are actual nachals in his head. While he would normally have broken through the restraints by now, his normal strength was majorly knocked down.

Maybe the rope has some special powers? A side effect? 

Maybe Seonwoo secretly cursed the rope to make me hard, betray my mind, and make me commit sin. Yeah, that totally makes sense.

Still diagonally, Maru is able to lean his head on Seonwoo’s pillow, making sure to NOT drool on the sheets any more than he already has. Shifting his legs, he can feel his dick throbbing underneath the sweatpants. 

“Fuck”, Maru grumbles to himself. As Maru tries to shift up, gain some type of vertical orientation, he hears footsteps coming back. Maru’s heart races, but as the door opens, the sight has Maru not being able to tell if his heart or his dick is throbbing more. 

Seonwoo’s taken off his suit jacket, and tie, with just his white collared shirt unbuttoned just enough for a visible collarbone. Sleeves rolled up, those long fingers out of their gloves, bare. He’s ruffled his hair a bit, bangs a bit messier than usual. Maru could imagine it now, if Seonwoo was sporting the same flush as him, they’d both be looking debauched. 

In one hand, a glass of water, as promised. 

Maru’s knees are together and leaned up, enough to cover his manhood. Oh, his dick is truly betraying him. Gods, if you can hear me now… 

Seonwoo takes note of Maru’s position. Not fully horizontal, not fully vertical. He decides to make Maru the latter, almost making Maru undo all the hard work he put in to hide his crotch. Grabbing Maru by the sweaty shirt collar, he hoists him up enough to sit up straight. Maru sits akin to a shrimp, curled up a bit, breath still hot and heavy. Seonwoo takes Maru by the chin, tips it a bit. Pointer finger slotted under his chin, his thumb brushes against Maru’s plush bottom lip. Maru has about a inch of resolve not to slobber all over his finger. 

“Drink.” Seonwoo says, and starts to tip the glass with barely a second of warning. A flush of water enters Maru’s mouth, but a small space of air has Maru choking, some of the water dribbling down his chin. 

”You tryna kill me?” Maru sputters out. 

“The opposite.” Seonwoo cocks his head. “You don’t even know how long you were out for, do you? Unbelievable…” Seonwoo scoffs. 

“So how about you untie me so that you don’t have to feed me like a baby bird, you bastard?” 

“No can do.”

Maru jerks again in a futile attempt. The drink of water had almost fully shaken him out of the haze, but he could feel it looming over him again. He doesn’t want to reveal himself, not like this. But Maru can see it now, a small furrow where there’s normally a smooth plane, right between Seonwoo’s forehead, the spot between his eyebrows. A strain in his neck, there’s that small vein that’s popping out, the one Maru sees when they workout together. 

In all his idiocy and knee jerk reactions, he can’t stop himself from starting. 

“Seonwoo, you scared o’ me er somethin’?” Maru slurs. Coughs from some of the water he didn't completely swallow. 

“Scared?” Seonwoo says, a little too calmly. His eyebrow twitches. 

”Yeah, that’s why you won’t untie me. You’re scared!” Maru exclaims with a small grin, eyes glossy, cheeks flushed. Two canines rear themselves. 

Seonwoo cocks his head, squints at Maru. “You’re not serious.” 

“And I didn’t think you were this psychotic, tying me up, but here you are!” 

The remark has Seonwoo closing in on Maru. He’s done this a million times before, whenever Maru acts a little bit too annoying, pushes him a bit too much. At the gym, at work, on the field, like clockwork. A kick to the ass, a slap on the back, even a little throttling when either of them deserved it for acting like a little shit. But now, with Maru hard and very much not-in-charge, the sudden intrusion has Maru flinching. 

Out of reflex, Seonwoo gets nice and close, grabbing Maru around the throat. Not squeezing, just a threatening grab. His dick throbs.

“Don’t fucking test me.” Seonwoo hisses. 

Maru’s breath hitches, and between Seonwoo’s vibrating voice in the shell of his ear, and the cold hand startling his senses, Maru can’t help it. A tight whine escapes his lips, neck straining as he squeezes his eyes. The tight cord Maru had been trying to keep intact is unraveling itself, to Maru’s horror and disbelief. 

Maru squeezes his eyes shut, swallows. Prays Seonwoo didn’t hear what he heard, prays he doesn’t know what the sound really means. Maru’s cheeks flush. 

“I-I’m not testing you”, he squeaks. 

Seonwoo releases his grip, but before he can fully pull his hand back, Maru leans his cheek into the palm. The cold, refreshing palm. Maru hadn’t realized how much he needed this sensation, this touch, and this satisfaction being provided by the one and only Seonwoo Eden. He pets Maru’s cheek, even rakes some fingers through his hair, which probably feels sweaty by now. Maru realizes distantly that he had been chasing for this relief ever since he had woken up. 

Is he drunk, sick, in heat, fucked in the head? All of the above, maybe. 

Maru’s gaze flickers up to Seonwoo, and he can see it now. Those blue eyes, blown out dark. It sends a shiver down Maru’s spine. Normally composed, Seonwoo’s chest is rising and falling a bit faster now, too. Can he feel it? The electricity in the air? Or maybe it’s just me, getting turned on with his fingers, his biceps, voice, his presence- 

“Do you want me to help?” Seonwoo asks.  

“W-what?” 

“I said, do you want me to help?” 

“Help me?”

”Maru, do you trust me?” Seonwoo says, barely above a whisper. It clicks, in Maru’s head, just then. 

The trust he has for Seonwoo has always been a bit different than the trust he held with the others. The knowing that should one fall, the other would dive in. It’s how they’ve been staying alive. Maru wouldn’t have been able to defeat all of the nachal he did, wouldn’t have been able to devour them, take on their power, their abilities- without Seonwoo’s help. It’s a fact that he unfortunately learned early on. 

Seonwoo’s fingers, still in his hair, move back down to the side of his neck, across his clavicle, creeping down his chest. Maru twitches, hands clenching the bedsheets. He stuffs down a moan behind his teeth. 

“Trust, yeah, mm-  I do…” Maru slurs. 

“So, my theory.” Seonwoo starts. Maru blinks.  “-there are side effects of having the gluttony nachal inside of you. We all know that, of course. You have panic attacks out on the field. You have nightmares every other night.” 

“Yeah?”

”Enough to not give you a good night’s rest, but seems like you don’t remember every instance of your dreams.” Seonwoo’s fingers slide back up, thumb pressing against the shell of Maru’s ear. “You clean up good, I’ll give you that.” Seonwoo’s eyes slit, boring into Maru’s. “I can hear you, you know. At night.” 

At night?

Maru takes a good 3 seconds too long to compute, to which Seonwoo grins at, almost finding delight in. 

“What are you talking about?” Maru tries to feign ignorance, but the red tips of his ears give him away. Maru locks his door, every time. Seonwoo must have good hearing, Maru thinks offhandedly, because he swears he keeps his moans muted, biting his lip, or sticking his face into the pillow when he’s thrusting into his lubed up fist. 

Maru would have normally retorted by now, proclaiming his dignity, swearing up and down like a saint, dramatically blowing it out of proportion just to annoy Seonwoo’s attempt at riling him up. But instead, he feels a bit raw. Maybe from the way Seonwoo is touching him, looking down at him, the way Maru’s heart is hammering against his chest, these quips are having an entirely different effect on Maru. 

His head spins. 

“It must be hard.” Seonwoo’s other hand slides up Maru’s chest, up to behind his neck. Maru shivers, goosebumps popping up in response to Seonwoo’s poised fingertips dancing along his skin. “Must be real hard…” Seonwoo’s gaze flickers, and lets his gaze linger just a bit too long. Maru’s gaze follows, and he realizes his knees are dropped. They have been, for a while. When did he let his defense down? His one, only real defense against the ongoing, unrelenting attacks happening. 

Hot in the face, tears well up in Maru’s eyes. Humiliation and desire burn tendrils in his stomach, an undeniable tent under Maru’s loose sweatpants. 

“Oh god.” Maru’s eyes squeeze shut for a second, letting the tears release. He can’t even look Seonwoo in the eyes. “You knew the whole ti-“ Maru’s last word cut off in a high whine, as Seonwoo has decides it would be a great time to squeeze the back of Maru’s neck. It sends shivers down his spine. The hot pressure of his grip jolts right into his gut. 

“Y-you motherfucker. -m gonna kill you…” Maru barks, with no real bite. His voice tilts off at the end, in a high whine. 

Seonwoo continues his unrelenting massage, focusing on the back of his neck, and the tight space between Maru’s neck and shoulder. It takes Maru a great deal of strength to not moan. 

“Like I said, side effects. You’ve been a real pain in my ass this past week. Irritability was one thing, and now…” Seonwoo cocks his head, licks his lips. “Increased sensitivity. Sour, then sweet, I suppose.” 

“You’re always sour”, Maru wheezes. 

Seonwoo gives a squeeze between the tight triangle of his neck and shoulder, and Maru does moan this time, all tight and whiny. Even as he’s slipping, Maru can’t help but be contrarian to everything Seonwoo has to say. 

“That’s why I’m asking if you trust me”, Seonwoo says, slowing down the speed of his hands. 

Even in the thick heat, the sickening honey pooling around in his brain, the desire threatening to pull him down, Maru finds clarity in the question. 

“I told you, didn’t I?… I trust you, Seonwoo.” 

“Enough for me to help you?” 

“H-help… me….” Maru strains. A sweatdrop rolls down the side of his forehead. The heat under his skin has been simmering, practically radiating off of him ever since Seonwoo started touching him. 

Seonwoo slows his hands completely, leaving Maru’s skin tingling where he massaged. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Do I have your permission to touch you?” Seonwoo grabs Maru by the shoulders, leans in to look him in the eyes. This has Maru sober for a split second. 

Eyes glossy, pink lips, and face flushed, Maru tries his very best to appear levelheaded. One more second without some contact and his dick might explode. 

“Yes. Just fuckin’ touch me man.” Maru feels a grin spread on his face, delirious. “Or are ya scared? Dick gonna go limp? Cuz mine is hard as fuckkk…” He drops his head down, trying to gain back the reins he never really got a hold on. Maru is opening Pandora’s box. Never had he ever imagined talking about his dick, no less showing his dick to Seonwoo. He’s imagined Seonwoo’s dick, but that’s entirely different. 

Seonwoo exhales out of his nose, his version of a laugh. Then, his gaze turns more calculating, he’s looking at Maru like he’s trying to solve a math problem. 

“Can’t untie you for this, are you still okay with that?” 

“You got two hands for a reason, don’tcha?”, Maru huffs. 

Seonwoo nods, affirming to himself. “Yeah.” Seonwoo leans into the bed again, propping Maru forward. 

In this position, sitting in seonwoo’s lap, Maru feels a mortifying embarrassment creeping up his neck. Tied at the wrists, Maru’s chest juts out this way, hard nipples peaking through the t-shirt. Still bound at the ankles, Maru can only open and close his legs with limited motion. There’s not much leverage Maru has, and in between Seonwoo’s legs, back flush against his chest, Maru knows that Seonwoo has gotten a front row seat- an actual POV shot of Maru’s dignity leaving his body.

Seonwoo slides his hands around the curve of Maru’s neck, his collarbone, chest, and both his hands linger around Maru’s waist. Seonwoo exhales through his nose, harshly. He grips both sides harder, his thumbs digging into his abdomen, the more fleshy part near his belly button.

Maru lets out a shaky exhale at this, at the digging and prodding is pushing Maru. As the nimble hands make their way close to Maru’s waistband, another deep exhale, and a voice calls out.

“Maru.” Seonwoo’s voice sounds a little wrecked now, like he just finished a fight.

It sends a shock to Maru’s nerves, and his head jerks suddenly, hitting Seonwoo’s face with a “oof.”

Seonwoo’s hands stop, and so does Maru. He slowly turns his head enough to look at Seonwoo.

Red liquid trickles down his nose.

Oh god.

Maru has half a mind to care, but being in a vulnerable position has Maru wondering if this is the final straw, that Seonwoo is gonna leave him here, whining and dick hard because Maru gave him a nosebleed.

These two, they always end up getting in a scuffle. But without the yellow dust, their humanity becomes clear. How fragile they are. Normally, broken limbs and combusted organs stitch themselves back up, under the influence of the yellow dust. Here, where Maru can’t let go any of it, they’re both human. The line of stitches across his forehead, and now the nose. All because of Maru’s doing. There’s something that pulls at his heart strings. 

One of his stained hands occupied, Seonwoo groans and brings his hand to his nose, taps where the liquid is, and sees that it really is blood. From Maru’s sudden head collision against his face. He’s obviously a bit taken a back, that same furrow between his eyebrows, and gaze trying to concentrate on what he’s seeing. 

It smears a bit, the blood. Ends up on Seonwoo’s fingers. Maru can feel all his attention pin pointing to the spot.

The fingers that he uses and abuses each day. The hands that easily brush past Maru’s shoulders, the hands that slap his back for a job well done, as easily as they slap the back of his head when he makes mistakes. The long digits that brush through blue locks, that cooks dinner, the flex extending to his biceps when they’re working out at the gym. The hands he’s imagined more than once during jerk-off sessions, harsh hands that rake over his body, soft hands that hold his. 

Maru’s eyes turn to slits, though still glossy, takes on a familiar yellow glow. Before Maru thinks twice about it, he twists his upper body, face suddenly close to Seonwoo’s, and licks under his nose. Seonwoo freezes. Maru laps the fresh trail of blood that drips to Seonwoo’s mouth apologetically, licks a few times across plush lips. Salty. Maru clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, swallows. Seonwoo’s lip twitches.

“Sorry”, Maru says, breathy. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears. He finds some refuge in the shock on Seonwoo’s face, satisfied that he cracked the stoic mask, even if just for a second. 

He leans in, opens his mouth and takes in Seonwoo’s fingers that. Laps up the blood on his pointer and thumb, then takes in a long digit, and sucks. 

Some more blood runs down Seonwoo’s nose, and the wetness from Maru’s licks cause the blood to spread, some of it trickling down past his lips now. But with Seonwoo’s finger in his mouth, he wants to do a good job, you know? Really make sure it’s clean before moving on. He can be detailed and thorough like that, hire him for the next bloody cleanup! 

Seonwoo’s breath seems to catch at the sight of this.

“…what do you think you’re doing?” Seonwoo finally says, but doesn’t pull his finger out of Maru’s mouth. Instead, he taps Maru’s lips with his thumb, beckoning him to open.

“Mm, cleaning”, Maru says, lapping around the digits. 

“Like a dog?”

“Woof.” Maru opens up, his two canines showing in that dumb grin of his, saliva dripping off of Seonwoo’s finger instead of blood. He cleaned up well, just to leave a different mess.

Seonwoo can see the wet expansive nature of Maru’s mouth. His sharp canines that could easily tear Seonwoo's skin. 

“You seem to forget what’s happening here.” Seonwoo’s says evenly, but Maru can hear a lower timber. “What we’re focusing on.”

“Yeah?” Maru replies, mouth open and pliant as Seonwoo digs two digits in further, spreads them across the wet plane of Maru’s tongue and inner cheeks.

“-mmM”— a whine escapes Maru when Seonwoo’s right hand is grabbing him, he’s snaked his hand from behind and grabbed his pec, fingers brushing over a nipple, and then squeezes, hard.

“We’re focusing on you.” His eyebrows knit a little, his eyes dilated. Maru can see now that Seonwoo is sweating, a drop of sweat rolls down the curve of his neck. Maru wants to lick that too, wonder if it’ll taste as salty as the blood. He wipes the remaining blood off his nose, and it streaks. Seonwoo looks good clean, he normally is, but he looks good like this too. A little messy, disheveled like Maru. 

And swiftly, the hand groping Maru’s pec goes down to undo his sweatpants, and both men could see clearly, the wet patches where his cock leaked onto his underwear. Before further humiliation can register in Maru’s brain, Seonwoo pulls down the underwear, and his cock pops out, hard and straining. Maru sucks in air between his teeth, hissing. 

“Ah.” Seonwoo notes.

Maru waits for it, waits for Seonwoo’s witty remark about how he wet his pants like a little boy. It’s so predictable, Seonwoo, but…

“I’m sorry that you have to be tied up like this while we’re doing it.”

What?

Maru’s head is about to explode, rest in pieces, put him in the coffin. A genuine apology coming from Seonwoo? And it’s when he’s got a hand near his weeping cock, another hand in his mouth?

He could cry at how sweet Seonwoo says it, especially when he had been expecting the usual snide comment.

But suddenly, his flexible fingers sink in and tap the back of Maru’s throat, causing him to choke a bit, head jerking back.

Seonwoo leans to Maru’s ear, the bastard. He whispers sultry, “but you have to be a good boy, yeah? Good boys get rewards.”

Never mind, Seonwoo is still a sadistic, psychotic bastard. Saying all the sweet nothings and then digging a hole so deep, Maru doesn’t know he can get out.

Maru fixates on that “Good boy.” It resonates in that thick skull of his, bouncing around like ping pong balls and shooting sparks straight to his leaking cock.

Maru nods, feverishly, giving Seonwoo’s digits an earnest suckle before whining again.

The monkey in his brain is clashing symbols now, screeching, foaming at the mouth. Seonwoo could tell Maru to go jump off a cliff, and he’d actually do it instead of telling Seonwoo to fuck off.

Seonwoo slides his hand from Maru’s trembling waist to his dick, wrapping one hand around the member. Maru chokes at the sweet contact, Seonwoo’s hands feel warmer than before.

“Wow, you’re twitching…” Seonwoo murmurs. And he pitifully adds, “must be painful…” though Maru can feel a small smirk coming from the man behind him.

No shit, you made me like this, Maru wants to retort, but can’t, with the fingers in his mouth.

“Can you spit?” Seonwoo asks.

Maru wants to be a good boy, but with his mouth worked out by Seonwoo’s fingers, Maru has about half a brain cell left. He mumbles, tries to respond, but his throat feels a bit sore, even after Seonwoo takes his fingers out, a trail of saliva following it.

“That’s alright.” And unceremoniously, Seonwoo gathers it in his mouth, spits on his hand, the one just in Maru’s mouth, and wraps it around his dick.

Fuck.

The slick hand pumps him, fast, slows down to rub his thumb against the slit, mixing with his precum.

So now you don’t have a problem mixing fluids, Maru’s future ghost inquires, the one that’s gonna be floating away to Hell after all this is over.

His… spit…. on my…. Maru thinks, as his eyes roll to the back of his head. His knees jerk, and bumps into Seonwoo’s legs, but the strong muscles hold him in place. His toes grip onto the bedsheets, searching for salvage.

I’m gonna cum, right in front of Seonwoo. On his bed. On his hands. Because of his hands.

But he’s clinging on, pleading. For what, Maru doesn’t know. He grits his teeth, chest heaving. Seonwoo must sense this, because he whispers, “It’s okay.” It feels more than a nice pat on the back for a job well done. More than the simple acknowledgements that has Maru’s heart swelling, feels different than all the times he’s been able to look back and know Seonwoo was right there ready to support. 

Tight like a bow, Maru’s abs clench. His head drops back again, but Seonwoo catches it with his shoulder. Maru’s eyes squeeze, and he gutturally moans as he paints Seonwoo’s fingers and his stomach.

Seonwoo is unrelenting, keeps pumping his shaft even after he’s cum, and Maru sees sparks. He mewls, twitching, trying to adjust to the aftershocks. 

“W-wait”, Maru whines. And Seonwoo actually does. Lets go of his cock, just barely, and it still stands on its own, like a cruel magic trick. Seonwoo’s chest rises and falls to the same pace as Maru, just slightly slower. Less frantic than the man between his legs. 

“H-huh? But I j-just came…” Maru shakily says. 

“Yeah.” Seonwoo simply responds. His throat sounds dry. “Wanna go another round?” 

In his post-orgasm haze, Maru turns his head with a startle. “HUH?”

Without missing a beat, Seonwoo starts up again. He licks over his own lips, cleaning up some of the smeared blood. “My theory, with your current condition. The gluttony nachal is making you…desire. It’s making you want. Making you…” Seonwoo taps Maru’s dick, making it twitch. 

“More sensitive.” 

“N-no shit, Sherlock? You think I’m normally like this?”

”A good boy wagging his tail? Yeah, you are.” Ah, there it is. The good boy. Warmth spreads across his chest, and Maru feels himself getting red in the face.  

Seonwoo continues, “So you can see now why I couldn’t drop you off at a lab… in your current… condition.” 

Maru baulks at this. Swallows, has to look at a spot on the floor. “Wait a minute.. you knew I was gonna…” He squeezes his eyes, shakes his head like the haze will clear. “That I was gonna be like… this?” Maru gestures, with what limited motion he has—dick is still out, by the way! 

“I was going to warn you after some lab tests came in, but after…” Seonwoo rubs the patch of skin where the stitches are. They look deep, Maru thinks regretfully. He still only has flashes of the memory now, he had scratched Seonwoo across the side of his head, growling—like a wild animal. “After this, the team was considering actually locking you up, running some more tests. So I told them I could handle it.” 

Maru’s jaw drops at this. Seonwoo knew he’d be…. He’d get in some sick, delirious heat, and he decided to… handle it? 

The two men had made steady progress from hatred to tolerating eachother, to living in a shared space, but Maru hardly thought it would mean jerking off your bro in their time of need. What are friends for, right? 

Maru didn’t know how to respond. He could feel his focus, his attention turning back to a straining problem at hand (literally). His dick was still hard. 

After being confined in rope this whole time, Maru could feel that the ropes would give him red marks after all was said and done. “The… ropes… when can you…” 

Seonwoo seems to contemplate this same thing, but decidedly goes “One more round. Then I can untie you.” 

Wait, what? 

Seonwoo’s ghosting hand seems to cum back to life, grabbing back onto Maru’s cock and starting back up that delicious, slick motion. Up, down, even fondling his balls a little. Maru’s inner thighs twitch at this, he even curls in, but Seonwoo takes a hand and pushes his chest back down, trapping him against the hard mass of his chest and stomach as he pumps relentlessly. The first time around, Maru felt Seonwoo actually take pity on the poor man. Had touched him this way and that, whispered things that sent shivers down Maru’s spine. The pace he was currently at was showing Maru no mercy now, like he was grabbing that rope that was all tied up in his heart and his cock and was pulling it out with the force of a great warrior.

The tendrils of the gluttony nachal threaten to wrap around him, Maru jerking again, and growling deep, in the back of his throat. The glimmer of gold in his irises were glowing now, Maru sucking in air with his canines on display. The intricate ropes tied around his wrists, his ankles, were proving to be devastatingly effective. A wave of panic washed over Maru, not quite gone even after having one of the most intense climaxes he had felt in a while. The desire burning within Maru, with his ever present mind, the awareness of the man who’s presence, who’s voice and touch had affected him so much was… overwhelming. 

His panic attacks would often capture him in a similar way. But this, this compromising position, that euphoric wave that he had just felt, mixed in with just enough embarrassment, the feeling of wanting to be catapulted into the flame of a thousand suns—left Maru pleading. 

“F-fuh..ckk.. oh..” tears beginning to well in his eyes, “oh god..” 

“You can do it”, Seonwoo presses. “I know you have it in you.” Words normally spoken during their training at the range, an extra set of push-ups, another lap of a mile- but Seonwoo was encouraging him to cum. In his hands. Again. This ridiculous pull, the polarity between Seonwoo’s sadistic tendencies and his surprising relegation of supportive, left Maru’s head spinning. 

It didn’t take long, just a few more pumps, and Maru spilled into Seonwoo’s hand, painting it again. Damn those fingers. 

Maru’s sweatpants and underwear had progressively traveled down to his knees, bunched up with lingering stains of sweat and semen. A tug at his wrists, Seonwoo had started untying the rope around his wrists. His throat felt raw, lips pink from biting them, unsuccessfully holding back all the moans he tried to tamp down during the unrelenting two round beat-down. The two didn’t say anything for a while, not until Seonwoo undid three more loops. Maru could actually disconnect his wrists, it seemed they were going to be glued together for all of eternity. 

“H-hah… where’d you learn to do this?” Maru tugged at the restraints, feeling them loosen. 

”A magician never reveals their secrets”, Seonwoo said, with a small smirk. 

”Huh?”

A beat of silence. Then, 

“YouTube.” Seonwoo said, with full seriousness. 

Maru burst with what was both a cough and a laugh. Another loop undone, Maru could feel some movement in his wrists now. 

“And…the other things?” Maru turned back to face Seonwoo now. He rolled back his shoulders, the heap of rope falling to the bed. “God, fucking finally.” Maru had never been more grateful to gain back his hands. He started to examine his wrists, rubbed at them. There were clear defined marks, but no bruising. It would fade on its own, naturally. Seonwoo took on the role of examining them next, turning them every which way until Maru winced when Seonwoo had turned it at an angle. 

“Make sure to stretch.” And with that, Seonwoo wiped Maru’s mess off his hands with a tissue, cracked his neck, and headed for the door. 

“Woah, w-wait!” Maru’s eyes widened, and he gestured helplessly to his ankles still bound by rope. He realized his dick was still out, so he hastily pulled back up his underwear and sweatpants, only to grimace at the moist sensation of all the liquids he didn’t clean off himself. “Oh, ugh.” 

“You have two hands, don’t you?” Seonwoo said slyly, throwing Maru’s words right back at him. “You got two hands for a reason, don’tcha?“ He had said. Seonwoo turned back, merely said “You can use my shower”, a generous opportunity that was enough to shock Maru back to reality. 

What Maru didn’t notice as he desperately tried to untie the rope around his ankles was the hard-on the blue haired man was sporting, ears pink, and uneven breath, control simmering underneath the shield of his thin layer of professional wear. 

——————————— 

They had fallen back into routine quite quickly. After Maru’s gloved escapades with Seonwoo, he had mentally prepared himself to be laughed at, pricked and poked with some old fashioned dick insults for good measure. But even after trying to wash Seonwoo’s stained bed sheets, the uptight bastard had complained about his “improper use” of the machine, and how it “doesn’t need that much detergent!” How else are you suppose to do the laundry? 

Right after the “incident” as Maru liked to call it, he had hopped in the shower right away, Seonwoo’s shower, since when would he have another opportunity to use his fancy body wash and lotions? Seonwoo had designated Maru to the bare guest bathroom ever since they had moved in together. The hot water pelted at his skin, he could feel some semblance of privacy now, not under that icy gaze… his touch… 

A shiver ran through Maru’s spine, and he scrubbed furiously, huffing, but still taking pause at the intersections where the rope had bounded him just a few moments before. 

Maru had forgotten to take his own clothes with him when he hopped in the shower, and designated himself to claw through some of Seonwoo’s wardrobe. Neatly pressed suits, jacket pants, but a bin of basic t shirts and shorts was enough for Maru. Placing an arm through the sleeve of the light blue t-shirt, the fabric shifted over Maru’s face, stopping him right in his tracks. He froze for a second, arms looking like they were being puppeteered.

The scent from earlier, it smelled… like him. The ocean breeze, the sweet tinge, and… maybe some jasmine? Maru sniffed some more, pulled the shirt on all the way. Putting on one of Seonwoo’s shorts, he turned for the door, but not before bringing the fabric to his face and taking another whiff- 

What the hell am I doing? Maru snapped himself out of it. I really am a dog, aren’t I, Maru thought bitterly. 

He resigned himself to not think about how good Seonwoo’s scent was, how he had always liked how his coworker smelled, in a not-weird way, but now was turning… actually weird. Seonwoo had gotten started on cooking dinner, simmering water on the stove to boil for the noodles. Post-workout, post-movie marathon, and now post handsy-in-his-panties, Maru quickly slotted into his usual role of sue-chef turned commentator. 

“Smells good, whatcha’ cooking?” Maru leaned up close behind Seonwoo, sniffing at the simple aroma of garlic and oil. If Seonwoo was caught off guard, he only showed it with a slight pause and delay in reaction. Maru hadn’t expected an entire cooking demonstration, but suddenly Seonwoo had kicked him in the ass and demanded for his t-shirt back, getting red in the face. 

“Take my shit off-”, Seonwoo fussed, grabbing Maru by the collar. It had reminded Maru of some particular moments that were much more related to the bedroom than the kitchen. In a swift motion, Maru slapped Seonwoo’s hand away. 

“What’s your problem man?” 

“This is MY shirt.” 

“Okay?” 

“My premium lounge wear!” Seonwoo exclaimed.

“Didn’t know you cared that much about PJ’s…”

”Well, I do.”

”Since when?”

”Since… now!” Seonwoo exasperated. 

“Okay, sorry I didn’t ask, but I don’t get what the big deal is.”

”I..” Seonwoo tries, but can’t finish his sentence. 

Maru’s eyebrow raises, and he can see now, a slight pink tinge on Seonwoo’s ears. Those shifty eyes. Is this bastard for real? 

“So jerking me off is fine, but I can’t wear your clothes?!” 

“T-that’s…!” Seonwoo couldn’t come up with a retort for that. 

Jeez, what an uptight bastard… Maru thought. Giving Seonwoo a proper look-over, he was sporting a white t-shirt with some punk paint design, surprisingly casual compared to Seonwoo’s usual wardrobe. The collar was much looser, exposing a sliver of his collarbone, and airing out the wide plane of his neck and shoulders. His black shorts were matching Maru’s, loose, and a bit longer than the knees. The Seonwoo standing before him now, looking equally domesticated as Maru, felt so different than the Seonwoo in the bedroom. Bedroom Seonwoo was precise, calculating. Those black leather gloves tailored perfectly to fit the curve and length of Seonwoo’s fingers, which were now both on his hips. This guy had turned Maru into putty with his hands, his voice, and now he was kicking up dirt for no reason. Reminded Maru of some of the neighborhood brats he used to run into as a kid. Making a fuss, with no real backing. It was jarring, to say the least. 

Maru sighs, running a hand through his slightly damp hair and scratching for some relief. 

“So, can we talk about… it?” 

The air seems to thicken. The two men stare at each other, for a moment. Seonwoo looks up and around, seemingly contemplating, before turning around and continuing to stir his noodles. 

“Let me cook this first.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Yes, you’re the one that interrupted me.”

Maru throws his hands up, before stepping 2 feet to sit at the island bar in Seonwoo’s kitchen- their normal place together. “-xcuse me for being curious.”

Seonwoo drains the noodle, then adds them back to the broth. Maru’s stomach grumbles on its own accord. 

”Green onion?” Seonwoo asks, back turned to Maru. 

”Of course.” 

The wonton soup placed in front of Maru has him elated. He takes a spoonful of the broth, then a bite of the noodles. Maru bursts into tears and dramatically sobs, “I’m so sorry for ever calling you a psychopath!” He talks with his mouth full. “This is delicious!” 

Seonwoo clicks his tongue, bonks him on the head as he takes his seat across from Maru. 

“You wanna talk? Let’s talk.” 

Maru looks up from his bowl, noodles mid-way slurp. “Okay, like avoidant ‘talk’ how you do, or like, talk-talk?”

”Talk-talk. And swallow your food before you speak.” 

Maru slurps up the noodles in one go. With some food in his stomach now, his head feels clearer. Seonwoo takes another bite, and really takes his time to chew all the food. Maru hears a slight squeaking noise, and although he can’t see it, Seonwoo is bouncing his knee on the chair. Maru takes a deep breath, decides to go first, since the shower and food seem to have regulated some of his overstimulated nerves. 

“Seonwoo. I thought you were a raging psychopath when I first met you. You still piss me off now, but less than before…”

The small squeaks of metal stop. Seonwoo looks up. “This is how you’re starting?” 

“I’m not done.” 

“Okay…” 

Maru looks at Seonwoo, clean determination in his eyes. “You asked me if I trusted you. I do. Fully.”

”What a touching confession”, Seonwoo sighs. 

“Oh, shut it.” Maru wrings the back of his neck with his hand. 

“And if… I…” Maru feels his pace quicken. 

Seonwoo raises an eyebrow. 

“If I…so, you helped me… before…” Maru gestures vaguely. You made me cum in my pants, twice. Maru can’t bring himself to state the obvious, feeling warm in the face “And… just. Thanks.”

Seonwoo smirks a little, at this. He can’t help himself. “Thanks for what, exactly?”

Maru grumbles, annoyed. “You already know”, he says with a pout. 

Letting an exhale go, eyes looking around the room, Seonwoo leans back in the stool and says, “Hmm, I’m not sure. Might have to spell it out for me.” His smirk turns devious. “Which part are you thanking me for? And what was the best? Need to note this for my Performance Review...” Seonwoo then stares at Maru, in that tauntingly annoying way. In the way that Maru seemed to effortlessly trigger Seonwoo in the beginning of their teamwork, Seonwoo had started to embrace the flow, and rode the train until Maru was exasperated, just how he liked it. 

How did it come to this? 

Even through the heated trials of life, he had learned a lot of lessons from his mother- one of which being to face challenges head-on. He had been restraining himself, talking denial that he could control himself during a heat supposedly caused by the glutton nachal within him— but Seonwoo was there for him, even gave him an out. That, at the very least, he could appreciate. He did trust Seonwoo, they had eachother’s backs. After what he could call their "hatred hurdle” in the beginning, they had filled in for each other. It was annoying for the team to poke fun at how they’d come to work at the same time, but the two eventually stopped caring about the little comments. 

So what exactly was Maru hesitant about, now? 

While Seonwoo has started to become a whirling wind in Maru’s mind, sweeping away all the dust, Maru felt like he’d been stripped bare. Amongst the dust settling, Maru notes the finger tapping coming from Seonwoo, eyes that bore holes into him. Lucky for the blue-haired man, his stubborn coworker has a reputation of sticking his heels into the ground, and digging in. 

The noise clears. 

“If it’s you, I wouldn’t mind it.” Maru’s pulse quickens, his mouth remaining open. The words had come out so easily. He tries to backpedal, take it all back, erase this embarrassing confession that he liked it, liked being taken, touched, made a mess. “No- I…I mean, it’s not like that…”

But Seonwoo disregards Maru’s attempts at trying to save himself, fixates on just the first admission. If it’s you..

He pauses, puts his spoon down completely. “Is that so?” 

Maru's eyes linger over Seonwoo's face, searching for any signs of hesitation, or his typical expression of distain. Instead, he sees the glint of curiosity in those deep blue eyes that has his pulse racing. 

“Yeah”, Maru says, quieter. 

Despite it all, Maru still has a pattering of voices that spiral in his head. Perfectly platonic, neutral, no-strings-attatched reasons for why Seonwoo put his hands on Maru, and why Maru definitely didn't like it. He's not in denial at all. It's totally fine.

But maybe Seonwoo really made a turn-around, a gracious (sadistic) friend committing super platonic acts with his coworker-recently-turned-roommate. 

Han Maru could admit, even meeting Seonwoo for the first time, the guy was attractive. Haircut that framed his face, freshly polished, suits that defined his strong stature, those biceps—and why in the world he had taken the initiative with Han Maru, a guy who couldn’t get hired for five years, a “Level One”, a semi shut-in, a loser— he didn’t know. 

Maru had long finished his bowl of soup, slurped it all up much sooner than Seonwoo. 

Seonwoo swallows. “Can you…tell me what else you don’t mind?”

”What?” Maru blinks.

Seonwoo leans in close, and he’s got that look in his eye again. A faint shadow of what he could feel in his bedroom. A quiet, dark, hunger. With it, breath held in suspense. And he just waits, doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t say more than that.  

Maru sits there, stunned. He replays the question in his head, flips it around, tries to look underneath like there’s a dirty “GOTCHA!” written underneath. There’s steam coming out of his head, he’s pretty sure. For all their fights and bickering, they had knocked heads more than once. A couple of stubborn rams clacking their heads together with no remorse. And in all of Seonwoo’s icy glares, directed straight at Maru, this one is different. Knocks the wind out of him. He’s under the microscope, the stage light is pointed right at him, and there’s no escape. 

Tell me what you like. What you crave. What you desire. I’ll give it to you. I’d give it all to you. Words left unsaid, it hangs in the air, heavy. 

In Maru’s depravity, he doesn’t want to admit it. That what had happened between them wasn’t just Seonwoo stubbornly taking what he wanted, leaving Maru high and dry—no, it was that Maru wanted it. Invited it. Was thrumming under the delicate pluck of Seonwoo Eden’s fingers, that Maru had become an instrument being played to his tune. He hated how it felt. How it left him breathless and hot all over. Hated more so how much it was consuming his mind, Maru’s imagination running circles past him. Hated that it felt better in reality. 

For all his genuine honesty, words easily spewed at each other in a way Maru was comfortable with. It was easy. Familiar. Seonwoo never had to ask Maru to be honest with his thoughts, his feelings, because Maru was the type of guy to wear his heart on his sleeve—to openly cry during sad movies, drool on his pillow, take up space. Seonwoo, on the other hand, was prickly. Not necessarily cold, but giving out just enough to not show his cards. Only letting people in as far as he decided was fair, letting them feel like they’re getting the sneak peek, when it’s really the choreographed act he’s played time and time again. It gave Maru a small sense of satisfaction whenever he could see a crack in the mask, the real Seonwoo that other people didn’t get the chance to see. 

It’s not that Seonwoo didn’t get pissy with everyone else, but Maru would always be the one to press his buttons in a way that felt… different. It was reciprocated. Honey-like venom mixing together until the two couldn’t remember how it all started in the first place. When their skin would feel a little too tight, breath a bit too hot, and bodies just a bit too close. 

“I…” Maru tries to start, but his throat feels tight. He tears his eyes away from Seonwoo’s calculating gaze. He doesn’t know how to say it, even what to say. An excruciating beat passes, and it feels like time has slowed to a crawl. A shifty squeak, and Maru doesn’t dare look up. He knows Seonwoo is getting closer, comes around the other side of the counter bar. Feels his presence, his heat on the right side of him, right in his periphery.

A cold hand wraps around the front of his throat, startling his senses. It moves to the side of his neck, lowers down for a second before coming back up. Seonwoo leaves his hand there, not gripping, just holding. Rubs in that space underneath his ear, and tilts his head to the side, eyes slit with desire and a small grin. Like he’s got Maru right where he wants, trembling, desperate, and flushed. Like he knows exactly how that touch messes him up, turns him to putty. 

Maru wants to kiss him, he does, but he fears his heart might explode out of his chest. Even worse than all the times that nachals have actually punctured his organs. So Maru glares instead, but the way Seonwoo licks his lip makes him falter. A small gleam of saliva, on his plush lips. Maru wants to be taken. And to take, to grab hold, to dig his heels into the ground. 

Seonwoo cocks his head further, juts once as if to say Do it. I dare you. And that smug grin he has while looking down at Maru like this, it’s enough to make him snap. That same sweet, musky scent has been lingering over him for a while now, teasing his nose. 

Maru jumps out of the stool, knocking it into the counter in the process. 

He grabs Seonwoo on the side of his rib, by the shirt. Pulls it down. He doesn’t need do, but does it anyway. Maybe to have it rip in the process, just to be petty. The low collar shirt Seonwoo had been sporting was making Maru ache for a while now. 

Maru doesn’t try to evade Seonwoo’s hand on his throat, just leans in further—into Seonwoo’s neck, actually smells. Takes a long whiff, and Seonwoo huffs a laugh for a second before cutting out with a groan. Maru’s mouth latches onto his neck, canine scraping against the vein that juts out. Sucks hard. He can feel the vein throb underneath his tongue. 

“You smell…” Maru whispers, against the hot skin. 

“Good, I hope”, Seonwoo groans out. 

“Better than good…” Maru sucks, scrapes his canines against the skin, almost threatening to draw blood, but pulls back and laps apologetically, like he’s sorry for even thinking of doing it. 

Seonwoo groans again, but it’s a bit high, a bit strung out. 

The taste of Seonwoo has Maru reeling. His heat. Scent. He lets off for a moment, to see the beginnings of a red mark forming on Seonwoo’s skin. Doesn’t let himself stare for too long dives in deeper at the spot between his neck and shoulder. Seonwoo’s hand grips, pulls Maru’s hair at the base, eliciting a high pitched moan out of Maru as he laps, licks, and sucks deeper at Seonwoo’s skin. 

“You gettin’ payback?” Seonwoo murmurs. 

“Mmm”, Maru mumbles lazily. 

Seonwoo steps back, leading into the living room, falling backwards onto the couch that catches him, where he catches Maru. He’s relentless, still sucking, licking up a stripe from his neck to his ear. He can feel the goosebumps forming on Seonwoo’s skin. A shiver catches. 

Seonwoo grabs Maru’s neck, pushes him back. A trail of saliva follows from Seonwoo’s jugular, to Maru’s mouth, where his canines peek out a bit. 

Maru’s knees lean into the couch, and Seonwoo grins, spreads his legs. Maru wants to keep sucking his neck, leave bruises and marks for everyone to see. Mine. For me. He tries to spring forward, but Seonwoo’s grip is unrelenting, locks him in place. He feels weak in the knees, actually sinks down a bit more. Seonwoo’s gaze flickers down, his eyebrow twitches, and he sets Maru down, with a strong hand still wrapped around his neck, and the other snaking to the small of his back. 

Maru follows Seonwoo’s gaze down, sees the tent straining in his shorts, and he sees that he’s been sat on his thigh. 

Seonwoo’s shorts are hiked up a bit from how he’s sitting, bare thigh against the thin fabric. He can feel the muscle mass, how it flexes. Seonwoo’s leg bounces up, just once. Maru’s hip twitches involuntarily. He can hear the blood pulsing in his ears, and he swallows, strained against Seonwoo’s palm. He doesn’t mean to, but he can’t help it, he ruts against Seonwoo’s thigh. Rolls his hips, once, twice, and a whimper escapes the back of his throat.

Maru is losing himself, like this, and he hasn’t even touched his cock. Just feels the sensation, the slick sensation of his precum. He can feel it. Through the underwear, through the shorts. The warm, lean, sturdy muscle. Unmoving. 

A thumb hooks around to the side of his jaw, juts his head forcefully. Seonwoo whispers, to the shell of his ear. “Look at you.” A shiver runs down Maru’s spine. 

He can see it too, that Seonwoo’s also sporting a hard-on, makes his mouth water. Damned these loose shorts.

”Filthy dog.” Maru tries to bite back a moan, but it comes out, choked. He squeezes his thighs, twitching.

“Be a good boy,” Seonwoo drawls, slips his thumb in his mouth, pressing against the wet tongue. “And maybe I’ll let you suck my cock.” 

Heat coils in his gut, the sharp pricking of tears threatening to spill past his half-lidded eyes. He lets his jaw go slack, letting Seonwoo’s thumb explore his mouth. Takes it in further with a suckle. He can feel the hard thigh underneath him tense again, and Maru doesn’t know where to put his hands, palms at his shirt, at Seonwoo’s shorts, grips the hand that’s defiling his mouth with just a digit. 

The hand on the small of his back pushes further down, squeezes an ass cheek, then settles on Maru’s inner thigh. His fingers ghost the hem of his shorts. 

“Hmm, I’ve given you something to suck on, but it looks like you want more”, Seonwoo whispers, low and mean. Maru thinks he must look messy, a trail of saliva leaking down his chin, chest heaving, face flushed, and lower body held taut, threatening to come undone. Maybe he already is undone, he can’t tell. Can’t think much of anything, other than Seonwoo. His weight, his presence, his control. To be at his mercy. Wires laid bare, open for the world to see. 

Seonwoo takes the thumb out of his mouth, and it feels achingly empty. He can’t tell if he wants to fill something up, take over, or be taken. To be filled with that jasmine musk, unmistakably warm and thrumming with life. Maru’s palms at Seonwoo’s chest, his shoulders. Grips on for dear life. He opens his mouth, bares his canines, but is stopped in his tracks. Seonwoo grips both sides of Maru’s waist, angles his thigh, and grinds into Maru, hard. He doesn’t hold back the moan this time, the heat blooming in his gut, the tendrils curling in on itself. He hums, pupils dilated, gripping Maru enough to leave bruises. 

Maru’s head drops to Seonwoo’s shoulders. Maru whines, hot and heavy. His hips jerk again, on their own accord, but are held firmly in place. 

“Bad dog.” Seonwoo scolds. It sends electricity straight to his gut. “Bet you wanna lick all over me…”, Seonwoo sneers. “Mark your territory.” 

Seonwoo grinds Maru down again. And again. “F-fuck…” Maru groans. 

He enunciates his words with undulating rolls, making Maru rut against him. “Only good boys get to suck my cock. Maru-ya, are you a good boy or a bad boy?”

It’s humiliating, how fast his willpower dwindled down. How it all doesn’t matter because he gets to be close to Seonwoo. How he gets to be unraveled, piece by piece, till he can’t think straight. Until the only thing he’ll think of is Seonwoo pounding into him until all the lights in his head goes off, ‘till he can’t remember his own name. 

It’s scary. Not falling into the deep end, but how fast he had gone. And how fast Seonwoo had gotten him there. He wants to say all the right things, but it takes every bit of strength to even say anything. 

”I’m.. uh-“ Drool leaks down the corner of his mouth. His breath hitches. “-a g-good boy”, Maru squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed, but it makes the sensations all the more real. His cheeks feel hot. 

Seonwoo slows the rutting to an excruciating crawl, keeping his hands firmly into the dip of Maru’s waist, at his hips. “Hmm…I don’t know if I believe you.”

Seonwoo’s hands map the outer curves of Maru, his hips, up to his chest, back around his neck. The deep blue eyes, dilated now, overtaken with a hunger, rake over Maru’s lithe body. Like he’s trying to memorize him. Studying him. And Maru can feel it, heart hammering in his chest. Seonwoo would take the test and ace it. 100 points, with extra credit. Doing more than necessary to get to the end.

The tears break, eyelashes fluttering as Maru grasps onto skin, as he desperately tries to ground himself. “P-please..” 

The man under him, with that sly, snake-like smirk, simply hums. Without a firm grip to keep Maru from rutting himself onto Seonwoo’s thighs, he can feel his lower body start back up again without thinking. 

“S-Seonwoo”, Maru pleads. 

“Awe, don’t tell me you’re tapping out already”, Seonwoo coos. 

“I.. god-I, I can’t”, Maru is shaking. 

“You can.” Seonwoo snakes his hands under Maru’s shirt, but gropes his pecs this time. “Drooling on my hands, and…” he casts his gaze down, knowingly. Brings both his thumbs to where Maru’s nipples are, and brushes against them. Goosebumps trail against Maru’s skin, but Seonwoo is unrelenting, rubbing slow circles across his chest. 

Maru jolts.  “Your dick is drooling all over my leg, too”, Seonwoo sighs. Leans in to the side of his throat, licks a stripe up to that spot behind his ear, where it makes the heat coil in his gut, has him trembling and unsteady. 

“Filthy mutt.” Maru’s breath hitches at this. Wants to tell him he’s not, that he’s a good boy. In the swirling daze, the heat, Maru wants to prove himself. Wants to please him. Wants to prove his worth, wants to be praised. Knows in the back of his filthy mind that he doesn’t deserve it. Doesn’t get anything until Seonwoo tells him he can.  

Seonwoo pulls up his shirt, offers it an inch away from Maru’s mouth. “Bite.” 

And he does. Takes the fabric, bites down with his canines, gets it wet in his mouth from the saliva. A whine rolls up from the back of his throat. It’s embarrassing how wet he is, from top to bottom. 

“You’re gonna cum on my leg.” Seonwoo picks up the pace, rolling his hips more with Maru’s. He drinks up the sweet relief, back arching, sweet and high moans bubbling up from the back of his throat. He bites down harder on the fabric of his t-shirt. Grips his fingers into Seonwoo’s shoulders, some of his biceps. His abs contract, and he pathetically curls in on himself. Seonwoo knows he’s close, Maru can feel the smirk as Seonwoo noses into his neck, inhaling. Seonwoo drinks up the scent just as Maru’s mouth opens, fabric falling back down and catching onto both of them, chests flushed against eachother as Maru tenses up. 

The heat radiating off of Seonwoo, the tense muscle of his thigh, the sweat rolling down the side of his forehead, how he bites his bottom lip, the twitch of his eyebrows, the low voice that sends him spiraling. Maru doesn’t know at which point he became so undone, so willing, so ruined. 

Seonwoo could probably see it, too. The last echos of self preservation, the burning shame flickering around the edges of Maru’s pleading eyes. 

But Seonwoo doesn’t take his eyes off of him, not for a second. He watches like a hawk, how Maru’s heaving takes a pause. How his mouth trembles, and he doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until Seonwoo grabs a hold of his neck. Doesn’t grip, doesn’t apply pressure, just holds it there. And in the shell of his ear, Seonwoo’s voice is low and wrecked. 

“Let go.” 

It’s what undid him before, and it’s what lays him bare now. The pressure blooms into a hot coil and springs off. Burying his head into the crook of Seonwoo’s shoulder, Maru keens. His hips chase the friction, curl, and the blockage in his throat, the invisible pressure lets off like steam. Seonwoo works him through it now, rolling his hips in rhythm to Maru’s, and it comes up to a fever pitch. His dick stiffens, and he lets out a guttural moan. “F-fuck I’m gonna-“ The heat comes off in waves, and Maru’s underwear is thoroughly painted as his orgasm hits him. 

Seonwoo smiles, a little too sweetly. The piercing gaze had Maru tearing his eyes away, but now, it’s all he wants to look at. Wants to drown in those deep blue pools, wants to be swept away by the waves and leave nothing by the sand. Shaking, Maru wills himself to slow down his breathing. Inhale and exhale. His breath stutters a bit every now and then, and Seonwoo leans back into the couch, a small smirk, leaving his hands against Maru’s thighs, rubbing slow circles as he comes down from the high. It feels ridiculous, how the lightest touch sends him spiraling again and again. It’s even more ridiculous that Maru would gladly spiral, spin around in circles, chase his own tail, to be able to feel Seonwoo in this way. 

The blood thumping in his head seems to slow, and the rush in his ears soften a bit. He should feel more ashamed, but Seonwoo’s condition has him circling back to his proposition. Ears tinged with red, cheeks flushed, Seonwoo’s calculating gaze stays on Maru, his waist, his hips, his chest. Occasionally back up to meet his eyes, which has Maru’s heart beating again for reasons that he won’t unpack. 

Maru exhales, shakily. Then feels his lip curl up a bit. “Sir…” 

Seonwoo raises an eyebrow at this. 

“My performance review…” Maru starts. 

Seonwoo’s lip twitches. “Mhm?” 

Maru gazes at him through lidded eyes. His lower half is starting to feel numb from sitting on Seonwoo’s hard thigh.

He slides off of Seonwoo’s thigh, knees touching the hardwood floor to spread out, lowering himself. “Sir Eden, your performance was great…” 

“That’s all you have to say?” 

Maru shakes his head, rolls his eyes. Can’t stop arguing with this guy for one minute. 

“My dick is still throbbing. It was excellent.” 

“Fair. Thank you.” 

Maru nuzzles his head in between Seonwoo’s legs, rubs his cheek against Seonwoo’s inner thigh. Looks at the hard mass right in front of him, stretching the underwear and gym shorts. Seonwoo chuckles, puts a hand on Maru’s head, rubs the back of his neck. 

He doesn’t know if he feels weak from the orgasm, Seonwoo’s hands, or the way he’s touching him. All of the above, maybe. He pounces on Seonwoo like a cat, starts mouthing at him like he can taste him through the fabric. Seonwoo twitches at this, or rather, his cock does. 

Seonwoo lets out a deep groan, then a “oh?”, like he had already forgotten he was going to let Maru suck his cock if he was a good boy. 

Maru lets up, looks at Seonwoo, a small trail of saliva connecting his tongue to the outside of his shorts. “You… can let go too, you know?” Seonwoo shivers at this. Maru’s fingers trail up to meet the hem of his shorts, mirroring how Seonwoo had touched him before. He pauses a beat, fingers pausing at Seonwoo’s waist. He doesn’t know how to do this, doesn’t want to mess it up. But before Maru can spiral further, Seonwoo already has his hand under Maru’s chin, thumbing at his bottom lip. He rubs against his jaw, and a warmth spreads throughout his whole body. 

“You want it?” Seonwoo licks his lips. Maru whines, can feel himself starting to get hard again, under Seonwoo’s gaze. Under his touch. Just the thumb brushing against his lip makes Maru want to give himself up. 

Even though Seonwoo’s cock is begging to be let out, he still has Maru at the edge. Anticipating. Wanting. Craving. 

“Yeah”, Maru breathes out. 

The affirmation hangs heavy in the air between them. But sitting between Seonwoo’s legs, those thick eyelashes, plush lips, the way his thin waist curves at this angle—Seonwoo can’t help himself. 

“How bad?”

”W-what?” Maru doesn’t seem to know where to look, staring a bit too long at the bulge in front of him, decidingly looking back up, just to mentally run away and look back at the crotch in front of him like it’s his dinner. This earnest nature mixed in with honesty, it’s what Seonwoo is convinced is his weakness, though he’d never tell Maru that. How Maru gazes up at him, all teary eyed like a desperate dog. How it drives him crazy. 

“How bad do you want it?” Seonwoo’s fingers tighten on Maru’s jaw, and it has him reeling. Seonwoo can see the gears in his head turning, and as the simulations play throughout his mind, Seonwoo has decided that reality is better than 1000 possible simulations he could run in. 

“I..” Maru swallows, licks his lips. His gaze is shifty, but leaning into the palm against him, he seemingly gathers himself just enough. 

“P-please let me suck your cock, sir…” Seonwoo’s eyebrow twitches again, at this. 

“Sir?” Seonwoo’s lip curls up, and he wants to poke fun at it, but the way Maru is trembling against his hand has him reconsidering. His cock is aching, but it’s well worth it for the view he has right under him. 

“Yes sir..I-“ He squeezes his eyes shut, for a moment, and Seonwoo can see the small tears forming at the corner of his eyes. “I want to do a good job…” his fingers that were at his waistband grip tighter, threatening to pull. “P-please, I’ll do a good job, I’ll be a good boy…” 

While Seonwoo’s cock twitches at this, his heart seems to swell at the same time. 

For all the times that Maru has been praised at work, on the field, out during dinner, it never skated by Seonwoo how elated he looked. How brightly that dumb face of his shines when he’s told he did a good job… like a dog. And now, trembling, Maru looks like he’s about ready to jump out of his skin if he doesn’t get some cock in his mouth. And who’s Seonwoo to deprive him of a sweet treat? 

“Since you asked so nicely”, Seonwoo whispers, and guides Maru’s hands to pull down his waistband, freeing his cock. It jumps out, fully hard, with some dew drops of precum that has Maru salivating. He almost looks cross-eyed, staring at Seonwoo’s cock. His mouth parts, and he leans right in to lick the tip. Seonwoo hisses at the sudden contact, but invites Maru’s mouth further. He licks a stripe from the base to the top, swirls his tongue around the tip again in a way that feels illegal. 

Maru purrs—he actually purrs. Stares up at Seonwoo with those glossy eyes, and takes him deep until he can feel his tip touch the back of Maru’s throat. He hums, and the vibration sends a shock up Seonwoo’s spine. The heat coils in his gut, and he has to push Maru off before he cums right then and there. Seonwoo swears, and Maru’s tongue stays at the ready, jaw slack. Before Maru can whine about the emptiness in his mouth, Seonwoo guides his mouth back on his length, and the way Maru laps and licks and takes him—makes him dizzy. 

“Fuck…” Seonwoo huffs. Somehow Seonwoo can feel Maru grin even as he takes it in deeper. “You want it?” 

Maru nods, or at least tries to, with a cock halfway down his throat. He jerks a bit, eyes full of want. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging. Maru snakes his hands up to grab both of Seonwoo’s, and places them on either side of his head. 

This has Seonwoo’s breath catch, just for a second. But with those eyes staring up at him, eyelashes now heavy with tears, it’s unmistakeable. A smirk forms, and Seonwoo can feel himself slipping, just as Maru is. Already has. 

“You want me to fuck your throat?” He growls. 

Maru’s hands sneak back down to Seonwoo’s thighs, as if to brace for impact. He sucks, twice. Definitely Morse code for, please fuck my throat right this instant. 

Seonwoo feels the green light go off, and slowly, pushes Maru down, all the way to the base. He can feel Maru’s throat pulsing around his length. Up, down. Up, then down again. 

“Guess all that devouring made your mouth useful, huh?” Seonwoo lets up, sees the mix of saliva and precum dripping down the side of his dick, and pushes Maru’s head back down. He bobs back and forth with a fervor, spurred on by Seonwoo’s erratic jerks. 

“I take it back”, Seonwoo groans, jaw clenched. “You’re not a dog…” his chest rises and falls a bit faster. “You’re a cock-slut.” 

Maru whines at this, eyebrows furrowing up in that adorable little way. 

“Huh?” Seonwoo thrusts in, making Maru tear up. “You like that, don’t you?” One of his hands reaches down to grip at his throat. The other, still at the side of his head, grabbing at hair now. “You wanna be my cock-slut? Wanna get drunk on my cum till you can’t think straight?” Maru’s eyes roll back. He moans, the sounds not fully able to escape with the thick length in his mouth.

Seonwoo can feel it, the way his stomach clenches, but before he shoots straight down Maru’s throat, he fully pulls out with a pop, leaving Maru coughing wetly and gasping for air. That plush mouth, lips pink and wet with precum. Seonwoo jerks himself, as Maru slurs, “Yessir”, and Seonwoo’s cock spurts. He groans, heaving, the cum landing across Maru’s lips, his cheek, a bit across his wet eyelashes. Maru closes the one eye that gets painted on, and his mouth is still open, catching the remaining cum as he licks around his mouth. Seonwoo snapshots this, saves it in the secure bank within his mind. 

Seonwoo also has an inkling that once Maru comes down from the high, he’ll go running for the hills, mortified at himself. But he really shouldn’t be, not after being such a good boy (and maybe a little bit of a brat) for Seonwoo. But here, kneeling between Seonwoo, having gladly accepted his throat being used, having asked for it, and literally looking like the cat in the cream— 

“You look awfully docile…” Seonwoo exhales, as he starts to wipe himself with a tissue. He tucks himself back in, but keeps his legs spread. With a jut of his chin, he nods at Maru. Maru looks up at Seonwoo, his eyes glossy and dilated, lips raw and red from being stretched, and hair messy from being grabbed and pulled at. Seonwoo thinks of how beautiful he looks like this. Wants to hold this moment, lock it tight in his chest, and throw away the key.

And in a life altering, heart stopping move, Maru leans his cheek, resting on the inside of Seonwoo’s knee. Just lays there, exhaling shakily like he’s still coming down from an orgasm. When Seonwoo pats his head, rubs the back of his neck, all the tension escapes from Maru. He lets out what he couldn’t before, not as easily. The release of it, the genuine relaxation he feels is in the air. It circulates between the two, and it almost frightens Seonwoo, because of how easy it all feels. The small embrace, the way he holds onto Seonwoo’s leg like a life-line, grounding him against the currents.

The two stay like this, for a while. Seonwoo gently rubs Maru’s face clean, makes sure to get all the liquid—his liquid off of Maru's skin before it drys. Maru accepts the touch, the pats. He keeps his eyes closed, stays there like a dog getting their fur groomed. Seonwoo feels Maru start to let up, and takes it as a sign to pull Maru onto the couch with him. Head flush against Seonwoo’s chest, their legs adjust until they slot against eachother, a comfortable fit.

Maru crosses his leg over Seonwoo’s, which Seonwoo can’t accept, so it turns into a leg tussle. They go back and forth until Seonwoo goes, “Really?”, eyebrow raised, nudging his shoulder a bit. 

“What?” Maru feigns. 

“You started it”, Seonwoo huffs. So not much has changed, after all. 

“And you continued”, he grins. 

“Yeah, well…” Seonwoo pats Maru’s head, takes a strand of hair, twirls it between his fingers. His gaze flickers for a second before shifting to the side. “Seemed like you liked it…” And Maru realizes after a delay that he’s not just talking about their little petty arm wrestling or leg wrestling matches. A tinge of pink is faint on the tips of Seonwoo’s ears, but Maru can see it. The slight tick in his jaw, the eyebrows furrowing just a bit too long, and the fingers lingering on a strand of his bang. 

————————————

It’s not until Seonwoo and Maru get back to the office, that Seonwoo lets Maru release some of his yellow dust, for the sake of speeding up the healing process. 

Deokman slaps Seonwoo on the back, startling him, and chuckles. “Thought we lost you there for a bit, man! Glad you’re both alive and kicking.” 

Maru sighs wearily, “Is that what a captain should be saying?” 

Yoseok peers over his desk to greet the two, shouting a “Hey-yo!” 

Ibak continues typing at his desk, but juts a short nod out of politeness. Jiwon spots Maru and runs to him, grabs both his cheeks and wails, “MY BABY! IM SO GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE!”, squeezing Maru into a motherly love that involves Maru being suffocated by her chest for just a few seconds, before Chana walks up. 

“Maru.” She seemingly has all the answers to all the questions that Maru has, by the way he looks at her with such adoration. Seonwoo clicks his tongue before he can even process why, and his eyebrow twitches as he watches the scene unfold. The one he’s seen countless times. 

”C-chana!” Maru exclaims, scrambling out of Jiwon’s desperate grasp, rubbing his white buttoned shirt straighter. 

“Hey”, she simply says, cool as ever. 

Seonwoo doesn’t care to watch, simply rolling his eyes at Maru turning into an awkward teenager before his eyes. Just from being in the same room as Chana Kang. Though even Seonwoo can admit, she has both the brains and the brawn. Her ability to stay calm in dangerous situations, the leadership abilities she exudes is why she’s a crucial part of the team. But fawning over it, and publicly, is something Seonwoo has a low tolerance for. 

He can’t control the storm practically brewing over his head, to which Yoseok can see clear as day even sitting 10 feet away from the action. 

“Seonwoo, you good?” Yoseok gnaws on his lollipop. “Wake up with a stick up your ass?” 

“No.” Seonwoo grits, glaring at Yoseok. He doesn’t even have a witty response. Yoseok shrugs, spins in his chair a few times before leisurely placing his attention back to his computer screen.  

The rest of the team mingle a bit longer before going back to their respective desks, continuing paperwork that never seems to end. 

Seonwoo realizes Maru has been staring at him.

“Don’t look at me like that”, Maru whispers. 

“Like what?” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” 

“You are, and it’s cute-“ Cute?  “It is, but I’m not really game for public spaces.” Maru’s smirk turns devious, and Seonwoo only slightly flinches at the sudden shift in mood. 

“What are you talking about?” 

Maru reaches over to Seonwoo’s forehead, where the stitches used to be. The yellow dust virtually made time reverse, and what was before a scar from the side of his head to his forehead is now completely gone. Seonwoo flinches, feels the panic rising in his chest, but Maru knows he can excuse it. He can just say he was looking at his handiwork, really making sure the yellow dust did its job. 

“It’s like…” Maru cocks his head, rubs a thumb against Seonwoo’s forehead. “You’re jealous.” 

Seonwoo skin bristles. He sucks in a breath, about to berate Maru, but closes his mouth. Just scowls instead. 

And just as the alarm sounds ring for the notification for nachal activity in the area, Maru leans over to Seonwoo, fingers ghosting the front of his tie. He murmurs in the shell of his ear, “You want me to be a good boy? Better tighten your leash.” Gives him a grin that makes Seonwoo delirious. 

Seonwoo can feel a vein pop, and while the nachal they encounter are measly level 2 to 3’s, Seonwoo spares no mercy breaking his pinky and middle finger to snap the Nachals in halves, thirds, and fourths—more than what’s necessary to get rid of a Nachal. 

“Wow, Seonwoo’s really on his game today!” Yoseok shouts from across the field. 

“Shut up!” He spits. 

—- 

Later that night, back at Seonwoo’s place, he has Maru bent over his lap, naked below the waist. One hand wrapped around the back of Maru’s neck, the other holding a belt. Huffing and groaning, spit running down his chin, his voice has started to break. 

Slap. “T-twelve..” 

Slap. “T-thir-teen—f-fuck…” 

Slap. “ngh”, he grits his teeth, moans bubbling out. “F-four…nghh..” 

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” Slap. 

Maru tenses, flexes his fingers at his sides. Slap. 

He chokes on a sob. Two slaps, hard, and Maru is rambling, incoherent. 

The final slap does it, and Maru’s head drops slack, his thighs shaking. 

“Seems like you need to be trained some more…” Seonwoo smirks lazily, continuing the rounds until the moans echo, the sun sets, and in the moon-lit bedroom, the two swirl into a reverent pool of desire.