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"Let me give you a special training"
Doyoung's breath came in quick, visible puffs in the frigid air as Jaehyun's teeth grazed his exposed throat. "S-sir," he stammered, though Dana's hips tilted up seeking friction against the sergeant's leg, "we—we shouldn't—" His protest dissolved into a whimper when Jaehyun's thumb pressed cruelly against his Adam's apple.
"Shouldn't what, Private?" Jaehyun murmured, his voice ragged with restraint even as his hips rolled forward in slow, deliberate circles, the rough fabric of his fatigues grinding against Doyoung's trapped erection. "Tell me exactly what we shouldn't do." His grip on Doyoung's wrists loosened fractionally, just enough for the recruit to twist free if he truly wanted, but Doyoung's fingers only tangled tighter in the sleeping bag fabric instead.
Jaehyun's teeth scraped down Doyoung's throat with controlled precision, not biting, not yet, just tracing the frantic pulse beneath his skin as he rocked against him in torturously slow increments. "You're shaking again," he murmured against the shell of Doyoung's ear, voice thick with something darker than concern, his thumb brushing the delicate skin. "Not from the cold this time, are you?"
Doyoung whimpered, his earlier bravado crumbling as his hips stuttered upward, seeking friction even as his fingers trembled where they clutched at the sleeping bag.
Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his nose, a sound halfway between a growl and a laugh, as he pressed his forehead against Doyoung's, their breaths mingling in the frigid air. "You were so fucking brave a minute ago," he murmured, the words rough but his touch achingly slow as he dragged his calloused fingertips down Doyoung's throat, tracing the path his teeth had just marked.
"Where'd that courage go, huh?" His knee pressed higher between Doyoung's thighs, the fabric of their pants catching deliciously against each other with every slight movement, the friction just shy of painful.
Doyoung's answering whimper was swallowed by Jaehyun's lips as they crashed together, the sergeant's grip simultaneously possessive and tender where it cradled the back of his skull. "Shh," Jaehyun breathed against his mouth, the command soft yet edged with steel as his thumb traced Doyoung's jawline, a silent contradiction to the bruising pressure of his hips pinning him down.
"Can't have you waking the whole camp now, I haven't even done anything yet." His chuckle was dark with promise as he felt Doyoung's pulse stutter beneath his fingertips, the recruit's earlier teasing swallowed by breathless anticipation.
"Don't be rough then." Doyoung gasped when Jaehyun's teeth scraped his collarbone, fingers twisting in the sergeant's shirt now, half protest, half plea. Jaehyun answered by pressing him deeper into the sleeping bag with his full weight, a controlled crush that stole Doyoung's breath, only to exhale softly against his throat a second later, lips tracing the delicate skin with unbearable gentleness.
"Make up your mind, sir," Doyoung whispered, trembling as Jaehyun's hand slid beneath his thermal shirt, calloused palms dragging slow and torturous up his ribs while his hips kept him pinned with unrelenting pressure. "I don't take orders from recruits," Jaehyun murmured against the fluttering pulse at his throat, biting just hard enough to sting before soothing the spot with his tongue, a contradiction that made Doyoung arch beautifully beneath him.
"You're still considering me a recruit?" Doyoung said back, lips brushing against Jaehyun's jaw, fingers curling tighter in his collar, daring, testing. Jaehyun's grip on his wrist tightened momentarily, then softened into something slower "what do you want me to consider you?" Jaehyun whispered back, voice low and rough against his ear.
Jaehyun pulled back just enough to see Doyoung's face, moonlight tracing the curve of his parted lips, the rapid flutter of his lashes. He dragged his thumb along Doyoung's lower lip, slow, deliberate, watching the way his breath hitched. "Tell me," he murmured, voice gravel-soft, the command wrapped in something warmer than the frigid air between them.
"Yours," Doyoung whispered, the word fracturing against Jaehyun's fingertips as they pressed against his lips, soft as mercy, rough as battle calluses. The sergeant's breath caught, moonlight catching the tremor in his hands where they cradled Doyoung's jaw, his thumbs tracing the curve of his cheekbones with a reverence that belied the brutal strength coiled in his arms.
"Mine" Jaehyun agreed in a voice like gravel and velvet, pressing their foreheads together as his thumbs stroked the delicate skin beneath Doyoung’s eyes, tender as snowfall, yet his hips pinned him down with military precision, the push and pull between them as intoxicating as the first sip of stolen whiskey.
"But i have a condition," Doyoung whispered against Jaehyun's fingertips, his breath hitching when the sergeant's thumb pressed down on his lower lip with deliberate pressure. The moonlight caught the defiant glint in his eyes, the way his tongue darted out to taste the rough skin before darting back like a retreating soldier.
"You will be mine too." His knee pressed upward between Jaehyun's thighs with slow, calculated pressure, fuck, Jaehyun was hard as hell, his body trembling with the effort to stay controlled, his grip on Doyoung's jaw tightening for a heartbeat before softening into something dangerously tender.
Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his teeth as Doyoung's knee traced the rigid line of his cock through fatigues, the motion achingly slow compared to the ragged pace of their breathing. "You're negotiating now?" he murmured, rough fingertips skimming Doyoung's throat where his pulse fluttered like trapped bird wings, so delicate beneath his battle-worn hands.
The sergeant's grip tightened against Doyoung's throat, his thumb pressing just shy of painful against the fluttering pulse, yet his lips brushed the shell of Doyoung's ear with unbearable softness, a paradox of tenderness and possession. "You want ownership of me, Doyoung-ah?" Jaehyun murmured, he name slipping unbidden, too intimate, too raw, as his free hand traced the divot of Doyoung's collarbone with reverent roughness. "I don't like being owned but I can be yours for the night," he confessed, voice cracking on the admission.
"Why is it you to decide everything?" Doyoung whispered back frustrated but Jaehyun only answered him by kissing him with bruising force, biting his lips, swallowing his protests while his hands slipped beneath Doyoung's shirt, rough fingers skating over his ribs, his grip punishing where it squeezed his hip bone yet featherlight where his thumb brushed Doyoung’s nipple, the duality of it making Doyoung arch off the sleeping bag with a whimper.
"Ah s-sir" Doyoung gasped sharply when Jaehyun's fingers twisted in his shirt collar, the fabric biting into his throat as the sergeant leveraged his full weight to keep him pinned.
Jaehyun pulled back just far enough to study the mess he'd made, Doyoung's lips swollen from biting, his cheeks flushed darker than any windburn could explain, his chest heaving in ragged little hitches that had nothing to do with the cold.
The sergeant's eyes travelled down to the tent in Doyoung's fatigues, a slow smirk curling his lips as he rocked his knee upward just hard enough to Kids make the recruit gasp. "You're so fast to get fully hard, Private," Jaehyun murmured reaching down to palm him through the rough fabric, his catching deliciously on the stiff material. Doyoung's hips jerked into the contact, his fingers clutching at Jaehyun's wrists, not to push away, but to press closer.
"Is—is that bad?" Doyoung breathed, his voice breaking as Jaehyun's thumb found the head of his cock through layers of fabric and pressed down in slow circles. The sergeant watched the way Doyoung's eyelashes fluttered with each stroke, how his lower lip trembled when he bit it to stifle a moan.
"Maybe? Are you a virgin or something?" Jaehyun murmured leaning down to kiss the edge of Doyoung's jaw, feeling the hitch in his breath when he rocked his palm harder against his cock. Doyoung bit his lip, his cheeks reddening further as he Trapped his gaze, somewhere between shame and defiance.
"I—not exactly," Doyoung whispered, his fingers tightening around Jaehyun's wrist, slowing his movements as if that would stop the sergeant from noticing how his hips kept stuttering upward. "We have rules as idols....but I have...helped my teammates before." His cheeks burned hotter than the friction of Jaehyun's palm, his gaze flickering away as he mumbled, "It wasn't serious...just stress relief."
Jaehyun's grip tightened around Doyoung's thigh, his thumb pressing into the tender skin just above his knee. "Helped them how?" His voice was rough with something darker than curiosity, his breath hitching when Doyoung's tongue darted out to wet his lips, a nervous tic that sent heat coiling low in Jaehyun's gut. "Tell me."
Doyoung exhaled shakily, his fingers curling into the sleeping bag as Jaehyun's palm slid higher up his inner thigh. "Just hands sometimes," he admitted, cheeks flushing crimson. "Or mouths, when we were really stressed." His eyelashes fluttered when Jaehyun's fingers traced the outline of his cock through the fabric again, slow and deliberate. "It—it wasn't intimate..."
"So you're virgin down here, then?" Jaehyun's palm slid around to cup Doyoung's ass through the fatigues, squeezing just shy of painful as he pulled their hips flush. The rough fabric dragged against Doyoung's erection when the sergeant rocked forward, drawing a choked gasp. "Answer properly, Private."
Doyoung's fingers twisted in the sleeping bag fabric, his hips arching involuntarily into Jaehyun's grip. "Y-yes sir," he stammered, cheeks burning as the sergeant's fingers traced the seam of his pants with deliberate slowness. "Nobody's ah! touched me there before." His breath hitched when Jaehyun's thumb pressed against the cleft, rubbing slow circles through the fabric.
"Fuck, you're crazy," Jaehyun growled, but his hands were already working the button of Doyoung's fatigues with a reverence that belied his tone. "It's your first time and you're letting me have you in a frozen tent?" His fingers paused against Doyoung's hipbones, tracing the jutting edges through thin thermal fabric. "Shouldn't you want candles or some shit?"
"N-no, I only need your warmth," Doyoung gasped as Jaehyun hooked his fingers into the waistband of his thermals, pulling them down just enough to expose the pale of his hipbones. The sergeant's palms. calloused from years of gripping rifle stocks, traced slow circles over the sensitive skin there, alternating between featherlight strokes and rough presses that left Doyoung writhing, not from the cold, but from how the mere drag of his fingertips seemed to brand him.
"How should I take you, then?" Jaehyun murmured against Doyoung's jaw, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic waistband of his thermals with agonizing slowness, scraping blunt nails at the skin just above his cock.
Doyoung arched with a gasp when Jaehyun's rough fingers finally curled around his length, his own hands flying to grip the sergeant's shoulders, whether to push away or pull closer, even he didn't know.
The older’s hands were slightly cold but the heat pooling in Doyoung’s abdomen didn’t care. Jaehyun’s grip tightened around his cock, slow at first, testing the weight of him, thumb brushing over the leaking tip with a low hum that vibrated against Doyoung’s throat where the sergeant had buried his face "answer me," Jaehyun murmured against his skin, his breath hot despite the frigid air.
Doyoung writhed, his nails digging into Jaehyun’s shoulder blades through the fabric of his shirt "I-I don’t know," he stammered, hips jerking into the rough friction of Jaehyun’s hand "just—take charge, just like you do in training ahhh" His words dissolved into a whine when Jaehyun tightened his grip, thumb swiping roughly over the slick head of Doyoung’s cock.
The sergeant’s chuckle was dark as he watched the way Doyoung’s cock twitched in his palm, smaller than he’d imagined, fitting neatly between his fingers like something delicate to be handled with possessive care.
"Fuck, you’re tiny here too," Jaehyun murmured against his jaw, the words half-taunt, half-reverence as he stroked him slowly, watching the way Doyoung’s thighs trembled. "No wonder you're so weak, bet there's no testosterone in your body at all".
Doyoung whimpered, fingers twisting in Jaehyun’s shirt as the sergeant’s thumb pressed cruelly against his slit, smearing precome down his length. "Sir, y-you don't have to be mean," he gasped, hips stuttering against Jaehyun’s palm.
"Am I? I was stating a fact," Jaehyun murmured against Doyoung's ear, his breath hot despite the frigid air as his thumb circled the leaking tip of Doyoung's cock with deliberate cruelty. "You want me to lie? Tell you you're big? That you're strong? That you can survive military training without me?" His grip tightened just shy of painful, watching the way Doyoung's thighs trembled. "Would that make you feel better?"
Doyoung arched with a choked noise, his fingers digging into Jaehyun's shoulders as the sergeant's palm dragged roughly over his length. "no," he gasped, his breath hitching when Jaehyun's teeth scraped his earlobe. "Just stop teasing me, please.." His plea dissolved into a whimper as Jaehyun's thumb pressed wet against his slit, circling torturously slow.
Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip loosening into something gentler without conscious thought, fingers catching tenderly on the delicate skin as he stroked Doyoung from root to tip with unexpected reverence. "Shh," he murmured against the shell of Doyoung's ear, his voice uncharacteristically soft, as if the sound surprised even him. "You're shaking again." His lips brushed Doyoung's temple, lingering too long to be accidental.
"not cold this time," Doyoung gasped, arching into Jaehyun's touch, fingers clutching desperately at the sergeant's shirt as if afraid he might pull away. Jaehyun watched the moonlight trace the rapid flutter of Doyoung's throat, the way his lips parted around silent pleas, and something unfamiliar clenched in his chest, something dangerously close to tenderness.
This wasn't softness, Jaehyun didn't do softness, his hands shaped for rifle stocks and chokeholds, his vocabulary limited to barked orders and sharp reprimands. Yet when Doyoung whimpered, arching into the rough cradle of his palm, something primal and unfamiliar coiled in Jaehyun's gut, forcing his grip to gentler, his strokes to slower, his mockery to murmured praise.
"You're doing good," he heard himself rasp against Doyoung's temple, the words clumsy as a recruit's first salute, his thumb swiping away the wetness beading at the tip with a tenderness that felt like surrender.
Doyoung's fingers traced the straining outline of Jaehyun's cock through fatigues with hesitant reverence, his touch unbearably gentle compared to the sergeant's rough yet soft grip. "Can I—" his breath hitched when Jaehyun's hips jerked involuntarily against his palm, "—please you too?" The question hung between them, fragile as dawn frost, and Jaehyun's hands stilled on Doyoung's thighs as if the words had physically stunned him. For a man who commanded battalions, he looked suddenly lost, his brow furrowing as though tenderness was a language he'd never been taught but desperately wanted to understand.
Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers catching on Doyoung's wrist, not to pull away, but to guide him clumsily towards his zipper. "Don't ask," he muttered against Doyoung's temple, his breath uneven, his usual mocking tone fractured into something raw. "Just—take it out, i'm hard as fuck" The words came out gruff, but his hips arched forward, betraying the desperation beneath the rough command.
Doyoung's fingers trembled against the stiff fabric of Jaehyun's fatigues, his breath hitching at the sheer heat radiating through the material. When he finally freed Jaehyun's cock, his fingertips brushed raised veins that pulsed under his touch, thick, uneven ridges mapping territory more intimidating than any battlefield. "Fuck," Doyoung whispered, awed despite himself, his thumb skating tentatively along a prominent vein that twitched under his touch.
"What's wrong?" Jaehyun murmured against Doyoung's temple, feeling the way his fingers hesitated around his cock, not recoiling, but circling the thickness with something between reverence and disbelief. "Never seen a real man before?" The teasing lilt in his voice faltered when Doyoung's thumb pressed softly into a particularly raised vein, tracing its path upward with curious fingertips that made Jaehyun's breath hitch.
Doyoung raised his head slightly, lips brushing Jaehyun's jaw as his fingers tentatively traced the swollen veins running along the sergeant's length. "It's so different from mine," he whispered, fascinated despite himself, thumb pressing gently into a particularly prominent ridge that made Jaehyun's hips jerk forward with a muffled grunt.
The sergeant's breath hitched when Doyoung experimentally circled the broad head, smearing precome with his fingertips, so much thicker than anything he'd touched before, hot and pulsing against his palm like a second heartbeat.
He tried to take a look between their bodies but it was too dark, only the wet sounds and the heat against his palm told him how impossibly thick Jaehyun was, veins like ropes under his fingertips, pulsing with every ragged breath the sergeant took. "You're—" Doyoung swallowed hard, his thumb brushing the leaking tip, smearing precome down the shaft in a slow stroke that made Jaehyun's hips stutter forward, "—so much bigger than I imagined, sir."
Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening on Doyoung's cock, not painful, just anchoring, as if he might float away otherwise. "That's not—" he bit off the words when Doyoung's fingers curled tighter around him, his breath hitching, "—supposed to be a compliment, Doyoung." But his voice cracked halfway through, rough and uneven, betraying how much the words affected him despite the gruffness.
Doyoung pressed his forehead against Jaehyun's shoulder, lips brushing the fabric of his shirt as he murmured, "It is though," his fingers tightening in a slow stroke that made Jaehyun's hips jerk forward. "You're—" he swallowed hard, thumb circling the swollen head with deliberate tenderness, "—so strong everywhere, even here." The words came out half-whispered, half-worship, and Jaehyun froze above him, breath shuddering out like a man unaccustomed to being seen.
Doyoung's fingers dipped lower, exploring the heavy weight of him with a curiosity that felt more intimate than anything they'd done yet. "Fuck, you seem so familiar with cocks, huh?" Jaehyun growled against his temple, the words rough but his hips arched forward into Doyoung's grip, betraying the way his breath hitched when those slender fingers traced the thick vein along his underside.
"I told you," Doyoung breathed against Jaehyun's collarbone, his fingers tightening experimentally around the sergeant's cock, thumb swiping over the leaking tip with deliberate slowness. "Just hands with my teammates." His lips curled into a shaky smile when Jaehyun's hips jerked forward with a muffled curse. "But none of them were like you, sir—so thick it's like my fingers can't even close properly around you".
Jaehyun crushed their mouths together before Doyoung could finish the sentence, swallowing his gasp as he rocked his hips down, the rough drag of fabric against Doyoung's cock drawing a whimper that vibrated between their lips. "Shut up," he growled into the kiss, but his hands cradled Doyoung's face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones even as he rutted against him with bruising force.
Doyoung arched up immediately, arms locking around Jaehyun's neck to pull him closer, fingers tangling in the short hairs at his nape. "Ahh sir—" The protest died against Jaehyun's lips as the sergeant bit down on his lower lip, swallowing the gasp that followed when their bare cocks pressed together in a slow, filthy grind. Jaehyun's breath came ragged against his mouth, his hands sliding down to grip Doyoung's hips with bruising force, holding him steady as he rocked forward with deliberate, uneven thrusts.
"Please, just—inside, I need you inside, stop teasing—" Doyoung gasped against Jaehyun's collarbone, fingers clawing at the sergeant's back as he arched up into the brutal friction of their cocks sliding together. His voice cracked on the plea, raw and desperate, hips stuttering when Jaehyun's thumb pressed cruelly into his hipbone instead of giving him what he wanted. "You're so big, I know, I know, but I can take it—fuck, sir, please..."
Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers tightening in Doyoung's hair to tilt his head back, exposing the flushed column of his throat. "You think you're ready for this?" he murmured, voice rough as gravel, dragging the thick head of his cock through the mess of precome smeared across Doyoung's stomach.
The recruit whimpered at the contact, hips jerking uselessly, chasing sensation, chasing fullness. "Look at you," Jaehyun continued, thumb swiping over Doyoung's bitten-red lips. "You'd come the second I pushed in, wouldn't you?".
Doyoung shook his head violently, fingers digging into Jaehyun's biceps. "No—no, I can last," he gasped, voice cracking when the sergeant's cockhead nudged against his entrance without pressing in. "I'll be good, I'll take all of you—fuck, please, just stuff me full before I—ah!—before I lose it." His thighs trembled as Jaehyun's blunt tip caught against him again, the sheer heat of it making his toes curl in the sleeping bag.
Doyoung's fingers trembled against his own waistband, fumbling with the waistband in the dark, needing to take them fully off as Jaehyun's rough palm slid over his knuckles, not stopping him, but guiding, his thumb pressing Doyoung's fingers flush against the fabric as he growled, "Slow, idiot, you'll rip them." The sergeant's other hand circled Doyoung's wrist, dragging it away before taking over with brutal efficiency, yanking his fatigues and thermals down past his hips in one sharp motion that made Doyoung gasp at the sudden exposure to cold air, and the hotter weight of Jaehyun's stare.
"You sure?" Jaehyun murmured, though his hands were already spreading Doyoung's thighs wider, fingertips digging into the soft skin of his inner thighs, pushing them apart like he owned the space between them.
His breath hitched when Doyoung arched up, bare now except for the bunched fabric on his chest, his cock flushed and leaking against his stomach. "Last chance to back out, Private." The title came out rougher than usual, half warning, half plea.
Doyoung's fingers tangled in Jaehyun's shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing away. "Don't ask," he whispered, parroting Jaehyun's earlier command back at him, his lips brushing the sergeant's jaw. "Just—take me, I'm yours." The words hung between them, fragile as frost but burning hotter than any oath sworn in daylight.
Jaehyun's breath came uneven against Doyoung's temple, his hips stuttering forward in a movement that felt less like control and more like surrender. "Fuck," he gritted out, his cockhead catching against Doyoung's entrance with none of the military precision he prided himself on. His fingers trembled where they gripped Doyoung's thighs, betraying the unfamiliarity.
how long had it been since he'd touched someone like this? Barracks life left little room for tenderness, and the last time with a woman felt like another lifetime. But this, Doyoung's ragged breaths, the way his body yielded, was something entirely new, something that made Jaehyun's pulse spike with unfamiliar hesitation.
But here was Doyoung, gasping beneath him, skin flushed, thighs spread, looking up at Jaehyun with eyes that sparkly innocent yet pleading for ruin, all while the sergeant hesitated like some virgin recruit. Jaehyun cursed under his breath, adjusting his grip on Doyoung's hips, too tight, probably, but the boy only moaned, arching into it.
The moonlight caught the faintest outline of Doyoung's hole clenching around nothing, the shy pink furl fluttering with each ragged breath, almost invisible against pale skin but unmistakable in its wanton twitching. "Fuck," Jaehyun growled, he reached out dragging his thumb down to press against it, blunt and rough, Doyoung jerked with a strangled noise, half surprise, half pleasure, when the pad of Jaehyun's thumb circled the tight rim without pushing in.
"I should finger you first," Jaehyun muttered, more to himself than Doyoung, his thumb still circling that tight furl with uncertain pressure. The sergeant's brow furrowed, he knew the mechanics, had overheard enough locker room talk to understand the basics, but the reality of Doyoung trembling beneath him, so small where it mattered most, made his usual confidence waver. "You're... fucking tight," he ground out, as if stating it aloud might make the impossible logistics easier.
Doyoung's breath hitched as Jaehyun's thumb circled his entrance again, this time pressing just slightly firmer, not enough to breach, just enough to make his thighs shake. "You—you don't have to," he whispered, "if you don't want to." The hesitation in the sergeant's touch was unfamiliar, almost jarring compared to his usual brutal confidence, and Doyoung found himself arching up instinctively, as if to prove he could take it. "I won't break, sir."
"Are you stupid? You have never been fucked before and you expect me to just shove in?" Jaehyun snapped, voice too loud in the quiet darkness, his grip tightening on Doyoung's thighs, not from dominance now, but from the unfamiliar panic coiling in his gut. The sergeant's cock twitched against Doyoung's thigh, betraying his arousal even as his words spat venom. "You'll scream loud enough to wake the whole damn camp."
Doyoung looked up at him in amusement "Sir? Are you nervous?" He teased, fingers tracing circles on Jaehyun's chest. The sergeant stiffened instantly, grip bruising on Doyoung's hips as he glared down at him. "Private, you're forgetting your place," he growled, voice dripping with forced authority, but the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. Doyoung smirked, the bastard actually smirked, and Jaehyun's pride snapped like a dry twig.
He shoved two spit-slicked fingers into Doyoung's mouth without warning. "Suck," he commanded, watching the boy's eyes widen before they fluttered shut obediently. The wet sounds were obscene in the frozen air, Doyoung's tongue swirling around his fingers with practiced ease, and Jaehyun felt his control slipping back into place. "Good," he murmured, pulling his glistening fingers free to trail them down Doyoung's trembling stomach, "now let's see if you can take two of my fingers first before you start begging for my cock."
Doyoung gasped when those thick fingers pressed against him, spit-cooled but quickly warming against his skin. Jaehyun watched his jaw clench as the first fingertip breached him, impossibly tight despite the slickness, and the sergeant forced his breathing steady, no rookie mistakes, no trembling. even as his own cock ached with neglect. "Breathe," he ordered gruffly, twisting his wrist just so, the way he'd overheard in barracks talk years ago, praying he remembered right, Doyoung's choked moan told him he did.
"T-that's—ah!—so good," Doyoung stammered, back arching off the sleeping bag as Jaehyun crooked his fingers, deliberately avoiding the spot that would make him unravel too soon. The sergeant swallowed hard, throat dry as desert sand, fuck, he was good at this, better than expected, judging by how Doyoung's thighs trembled around his wrist. "Look at you falling apart just from my fingers," he rasped, forcing a smirk he didn't feel, twisting deeper just to watch Doyoung's lips part in silent ecstasy.
Jaehyun's breath hitched when Doyoung's hips stuttered up against his palm, chasing friction like some desperate thing. "No," he growled, pressing his free hand flat against Doyoung's stomach, pinning him down with brutal efficiency. "You don't get to move until I say so." His fingers stilled inside Doyoung, denying him the rhythm he craved, letting him feel every inch of intrusion without relief. "This is mine to control, every second of it, understood?"
Doyoung whined high in his throat, fingers scrabbling at the sleeping bag beneath him, his thighs trembling around Jaehyun's wrist. "Sir—please.." The words dissolved into a gasp when Jaehyun crooked his fingers just enough to tease but not satisfy, the rough pad of his fingertip skating dangerously close to that sweet spot before withdrawing. "Ah! Please"
"Can't even take two fingers properly and you want my cock?" His voice cracked on the last word, betraying how badly he wanted to give in, to bury himself in that tight heat until neither of them could think straight. Jaehyun twisted his fingers deeper, deliberately brushing against that bundle of nerves that made Doyoung's entire body jerk like a live wire.
"Sir—ah!—I can, I swear," Doyoung gasped, his thighs trembling around Jaehyun's wrist, his cock twitching pathetically against his stomach with each teasing thrust of the sergeant's fingers. "Just—just fuck me already, please—" His breath hitched when Jaehyun crooked his fingers deeper, pressing ruthlessly against his prostate, and Doyoung's back arched off the sleeping bag with a choked moan. "Fuck! Too much—too—"
Jaehyun smirked, withdrawing his fingers just enough to leave Doyoung clenching around nothing, his hole fluttering desperately. "Too much?" he taunted, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "You were just bragging about how you could take me, Private"
Doyoung's breath hitched, his hips jerking up instinctively, seeking friction that Jaehyun cruelly denied him. "I—I can," he gasped, fingers digging into the sleeping bag beneath him. "You're just scared that y-you won't live up to how big you—ah!—talk." His smirk was shaky but defiant, even as Jaehyun's fingers pressed deeper, making his vision blur at the edges.
Jaehyun's grip on Doyoung's hip tightened to the point of bruising, his pulse roaring in his ears at the challenge. "Scared?" he growled, leaning down until his breath ghosted over Doyoung's parted lips. "You're the one trembling like a leaf, Doyoung. Let's see if that smart mouth still works when I'm splitting you open."
Doyoung's breath hitched as Jaehyun abruptly withdrew his fingers, leaving him achingly empty before the sergeant spat crudely into his own palm and slicked himself with rough, hurried strokes. The wet sound of skin on skin was obscenely loud in the frozen air, and Doyoung couldn't tear his eyes away, Jaehyun's cock glistened in the moonlight, flushed dark and pulsing with every ragged breath the sergeant took, his pants still on only with his cock and balls out.
"This is your last chance to back out" Jaehyun mummered low and hot, gripping the base of his own cock with punishing force, veins standing out along the thick length as he aligned himself with Doyoung's fluttering entrance "once i'm in, there's no stopping." His voice was all gravel and smoke, but his hips trembled slightly, just once, betraying the unfamiliar hesitation before pushing forward into that impossible tight heat.
Doyoung whimpered, a soft punched-out sound when Jaehyun's blunt tip breached him, stretching him wider than fingers ever could. "Sir—ahhh!," he gasped, thighs trembling around Jaehyun's hips, his fingers scrabbling at the sergeant's shoulders. "Fuck fuck fuck.."
Jaehyun scoffed, forcing a smirk despite the way his breath stuttered at the impossible heat surrounding him. "Told you," he ground out, voice strained as he pushed forward another torturous inch, "you're too fucking tight." His fingers dug into Doyoung's waist, holding him steady even as his own hips betrayed him with shallow, involuntary thrusts. "Can't even take the first two inches of me"
Doyoung pressed his palm against Jaehyun's hip, fingers flexing weakly as tears pricked his lashes. "Wait!!," he whimpered, voice cracking around the syllable, not a command, but a plea, fragile as spun glass. "Please, sir, just—ah!—little moves?" His thighs trembled with the effort of staying still, every shallow thrust sending sparks up his spine, too much and not enough all at once.
Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his nose, the ragged sound betraying his own struggle for control. "Fuck," he muttered, thumbs brushing the delicate skin of Doyoung's inner thighs where they were splayed wide, softer than he expected, softer than anything that belonged in his world. "I will go slow, just don't say any dumb shit like that again," he growled, voice rough but his hips obeyed, rocking forward in torturously small increments that made Doyoung's breath hitch with each millimeter gained.
Doyoung's fingers clutched desperately at Jaehyun's shoulders as the sergeant sank deeper, the stretch bordering on painful but the burn morphing into something headier with every ragged breath between them. "Jae—Jaehyun," he gasped out unthinkingly, the name slipping past his lips like a prayer before he could censor himself, and the effect was instantaneous.
Jaehyun froze above him, muscles locking tight, his cock twitching inside Doyoung as if the name alone had punched the air from his lungs.
"Say it again," Jaehyun demanded, voice rougher than gravel, fingers tightening possessively on Doyoung's hips, not correcting him, not punishing him, but craving the way his given name sounded gasped between Doyoung's kiss-swollen lips.
Doyoung whimpered, thighs trembling around Jaehyun's waist, the sergeant's cock buried halfway inside him making his thoughts scatter like startled birds. "J-Jaehyun," he repeated, softer this time, testing, the intimacy of it curling hot in his belly when the sergeant's breath hitched audibly above him.
Jaehyun's thumb pressed bruisingly into the jut of Doyoung's hipbone, his other hand cradling the back of Doyoung's head like something precious as he rocked forward another torturous inch. "Fuck," he growled, but his voice cracked on the word, betraying how thoroughly Doyoung's whispered name undid him.
Doyoung arched beneath him, hands running against his clothed abs, his own hips trembling as he adjusted to the stretch, lips parted around ragged breaths.
Jaehyun never loved his own name more than in that moment, spoken like that, desperate and reverent, like Doyoung was praying to him instead of just begging. "Say it again," he murmured against Doyoung's parted lips, voice low and rough, drunk on the way Doyoung's throat worked around another gasp.
Doyoung's fingers dug into his shoulders, blunt nails biting through fabric. "Jaehyun," he whispered, and the sergeant's hips jerked forward involuntarily, burying another inch inside that tight heat before he could stop himself. "Fuck can you take off your shirt," Doyoung gasped suddenly, tugging at the sweat-damp fabric, "need to feel you—all of you".
Jaehyun growled low in his throat but obeyed, yanking the fabric over his head with rough impatience, the sudden press of skin against skin making Doyoung moan brokenly into the space between them. "Better?" Jaehyun rasped, his bare chest heaving as Doyoung's hands roamed greedily over his shoulders, down his back, mapping scars and muscles like he was memorizing scripture. "God, you're—" Doyoung's words dissolved into a gasp as Jaehyun rolled his hips experimentally, dragging his cock deeper, "—so fucking beautiful like this...so hot Jaehyunie."
The sergeant shuddered at the nickname, fingers tightening in Doyoung's hair. "Don't," he warned, but his voice lacked its usual bite, cracking around the edges when Doyoung arched beneath him, his hole fluttering around Jaehyun's cock in a way that made his vision blur.
"Fuck, you're doing this on purpose," Jaehyun accused hoarsely, watching Doyoung's lashes flutter as he deliberately clenched around him, his pretty lips parting around silent moans.
"You like it," Doyoung breathed, daring to trail his fingers down Jaehyun's sweat-slicked chest, tracing the scar above his naval before skimming lower, past the rippling abs, past the heaving diaphragm, until his fingertips caught in the coarse line of dark hair leading downward, fuck, Jaehyun had a happy trail, thick and masculine and so utterly distracting that Doyoung whimpered without meaning to, so that's what his own cock have been rubbing against all this time, god, the sergeant was built like some pornographic fantasy.
Jaehyun's breath hitched audibly when Doyoung's fingers brushed his lower stomach, his cock twitching deep inside him in response, he reached out for both of Doyoung's hands pinning them above his head with one large hand, his other hand gripping Doyoung's jaw, forcing eye contact.
"Stop distracting me," he growled, hips stilling completely despite the way Doyoung's hole fluttered around him desperately, "or I'll leave you just like this, empty and begging all night." His weight settled fully atop Doyoung now, pressing him deeper into the sleeping bag, the heat of their bodies mingling in the cold air.
Doyoung whined, twisting his wrists weakly in Jaehyun's grip before going still, breath hitching as the sergeant leaned down to capture his lips in a messy, biting kiss, all teeth and spit and none of their usual calculated roughness.
Jaehyun's tongue slid against his, hot and demanding, and Doyoung moaned into it shamelessly, arching up against him like he couldn't help it.
"Shit Doyoung" Jaehyun gasped against his mouth between kisses, their noses bumping awkwardly, Doyoung's hole clenching around him in involuntary pulses that made the sergeant's hips twitch forward without permission. "Stop—fuck—stop squeezing me like that unless you want this over fast." His grip on Doyoung's wrists tightened, pressing them harder into the sleeping bag, the rough fabric scratching against bare skin.
Doyoung licked the sweat from Jaehyun's upper lip, tasting salt and something uniquely Jaehyun. "C-cant't, it feels so huge inside me," he gasped, his heels digging into the small of Jaehyun's back, "like you're splitting me in half, Jaehyunie" The nickname slipped out breathless and reverent, and Jaehyun's hips stuttered in response, burying another fraction deeper.
"You can't even take the rest of my cock, your hole keeps pushing me out," Jaehyun taunted, voice rough as he deliberately rocked his hips back just enough for Doyoung to feel the ridges of his cock dragging against oversensitive walls. Doyoung whimpered, thighs trembling around Jaehyun's waist, his hole fluttering desperately around the retreating thickness.
"I can shove it all in once and get it over with," Jaehyun continued, fingers tightening around Doyoung's wrists hard enough to bruise, "but I think you'd scream loud enough to bring MPs running."
"You can muffle me," Doyoung gasped, lifting his chin defiantly despite the tears pricking his lashes. His wrists twisted in Jaehyun's grip until their fingers tangled, pressing the sergeant's palm against his own lips. "Bite down, soldier," Jaehyun mocked, but his voice wavered when Doyoung's tongue darted out to lick his lifeline scar, the one from the training accident last winter.
The sergeant's hips jerked forward involuntarily, punching a ragged moan from Doyoung that he smothered against Jaehyun's hand.
Jaehyun's breath came in rough bursts, his forehead dropping to press against Doyoung's as he struggled for control, every exhale fogged between them, mingling in the frigid air like their bodies did beneath the sleeping bag. "You're so fucking warm inside," he muttered, voice wrecked, the contrast between Doyoung's scorching heat and the cold biting at their sweat-slicked skin making every thrust feel obscenely vivid.
Doyoung whimpered, his lips brushing Jaehyun's palm still pressed against his mouth, tasting salt and desperation, his own or the sergeant's, he couldn't tell anymore, his hands were holding on Jaehyun's big meaty biceps.
His cock was almost in all the way now, and Doyoung could feel every ridge, every pulse of Jaehyun’s arousal as it stretched him impossibly wider, the burn morphing into something dizzying and electric. "You feel that?" Jaehyun murmured against his temple, voice rough with restraint, his breath ghosting hot over Doyoung’s skin despite the freezing air. "Every inch of me inside you, every fucking twitch. You’re taking it so well, Private." Doyoung could only nod frantically, his moans muffled against Jaehyun’s palm, his thighs trembling as the sergeant’s hips rolled forward in slow, torturous increments.
The contrast was maddening, Jaehyun’s bare chest scorching against his own, sweat-slick and heaving, while the winter air bit at their tangled limbs, turning every exhale into visible puffs of desperation.
"Jaehyunmmh" Doyoung gasped against the hand, and the sergeant's hips jerked forward in response, burying the last brutal inch inside him with a grunt that sounded punched out of his chest. Doyoung's back arched off the sleeping bag, his thighs trembling violently around Jaehyun's waist, his hole fluttering around the overwhelming stretch, god, he was so full, so impossibly full.
"Mmmmhp" His words dissolved into a wet sob as the sergeant rocked his hips shallowly, barely pulling out before pushing back in, letting Doyoung feel every inch of him moving inside his body, his cock pulsing against oversensitive walls.
Jaehyun's breath hitched when Doyoung clenched around him in desperate pulses, his own fingers twitching against Doyoung's lips where they still pressed against his mouth. "I think I reached your stomach," he growled, voice rough with strained amusement, watching Doyoung's lashes flutter at the vulgarity. "Feel me rearranging your insides, Doyoungie?"
Doyoung whimpered against Jaehyun's palm, his hips stuttering up instinctively despite the overwhelming stretch, chasing friction like a man starved. "Ngh—J-Jaehyunie, it's too deep," he gasped, the words muffled but unmistakable, tears spilling freely now as the sergeant rolled his hips in a slow, torturous circle. "Can't, can't think straight when you're—ah!—filling me like this..."
Jaehyun's breath came in ragged bursts against Doyoung's temple, his own control fraying at the edges with every clench of that impossible heat around him. "That's the point, baby," he murmured, the unexpected endearment slipping out rough and unpracticed, his free hand sliding down to grip Doyoung's trembling thigh. "Wanted you dumb on my cock, didn't I? Look at you—" His thumb brushed the tear tracks on Doyoung's cheeks, smearing them with something dangerously close to tenderness. "—falling apart just from taking me."
Doyoung keened, high and broken, his words dissolving into nonsensical syllables as Jaehyun dragged his cock nearly all the way out before slamming back in with brutal precision. "J-Jae—ah! God, god," His back arched violently, toes curling against Jaehyun's calves, his fingers scrabbling at the sergeant's biceps like he was trying to carve himself into the muscle.
"Can't even string words together now?" Jaehyun taunted, but his voice was wrecked, his rhythm faltering when Doyoung clenched around him in erratic pulses, his hole fluttering like a heartbeat around Jaehyun's cock. "Just—ah—just sounds, huh? Like you're too fucking dumb to remember language." He punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips, watching Doyoung's lips part around silent screams, his eyes rolling back as drool trickled down his chin where Jaehyun's palm still pressed, an ahegao expression taking over his face.
"Shit—fuck, Doyoung," Jaehyun choked out, his voice raw as he watched Doyoung's expression twist into something obscene, eyelids fluttering, mouth slack around muffled moans, tears streaking his flushed cheeks. The sergeant's grip on Doyoung's thigh tightened possessively, his cock throbbing deep inside that clenching heat.
he has never seen anything so fucking beautiful and sexy, the way Doyoung's body yielded to him yet fought every inch, his hole fluttering like it couldn't decide whether to suck him deeper or push him out, the way his thighs trembled around Jaehyun's waist. "You look like a fucking wet dream," Jaehyun rasped, his own hips stuttering as his balls ached, already drawn up tight and loaded, the pressure building at the base of his spine with each ragged thrust.
The feeling and sight made him wonder why didn't he fuck a man before or was it just Doyoung, his Doyoung, who made him lose his mind, made him feel like some virgin teenager who couldn't last, who has just stuffed his cock inside a wet cunt for the first time in his life.
"Shit," Jaehyun gasped, his voice breaking as his hips stuttered forward without rhythm, right now, he felt like he has got one goal, to breed, breed, breed, like some primal instinct took over his brain. "I will cum inside you, fuck, deep inside your greedy little hole," he growled, but the words came out half-strangled, his cock twitching violently at the mere thought of painting Doyoung's insides white with his load.
Doyoung whimpered weakly beneath him, his thighs trembling around Jaehyun's waist as a spurt of cum leaked between their sweat-slicked stomachs, his oversensitive cock twitching pathetically against Jaehyun's abs. "Ah—J-Jaehyunie, I already fuck" His words dissolved into a shuddering gasp as his hole fluttered wildly around the sergeant's cock, tears spilling freely down his flushed cheeks. "Can't—can't take anymore..."
"Cum, Doyoung, cum for me," Jaehyun growled, his voice ragged and raw as he watched Doyoung's cock twitch and spill another weak stripe of white between their bodies.
The sight of it, Doyoung trembling beneath him, oversensitive and still clenching around his cock, sent a vicious thrill through Jaehyun's veins, he leaned back and spreader his thighs wider, his cock buried deep inside him. "Look at you, fucking wrecked already," he was ballsdeep inside him, his cock buried deep inside him, the head brushing against Doyoung's prostate with every shallow thrust. "And I'm not even done with you yet."
Doyoung whimpered, his thighs quivering violently as another weak spurt of cum dribbled from his spent cock, his hole fluttering desperately around Jaehyun's thickness. "Ngh—J-Jaehyunie," he gasped, his voice cracking around the nickname, his fingers scrabbling weakly at the sergeant's sweat-slicked shoulders. "T-too much, I can't—ah!—can't take anymore, please" His words dissolved into a shuddering sob as Jaehyun's hips snapped forward, burying his cock impossibly deeper, the head nudging against his abused prostate with ruthless precision.
Jaehyun's breath hitched audibly at the sight of Doyoung's tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, his lashes clumping together in damp spikes, his lips bitten red and swollen, "you're so whiny," Jaehyun murmured, his voice rough, but his thumbs brushed away the wetness with surprising gentleness before bunching the shirt further up against Doyoung's mouth, muffling his broken cries, "open your mouth, bite down on this," he ordered, his own breathing ragged as Doyoung obeyed, his teeth sinking into the fabric, his eyes rolling back when Jaehyun rolled his hips just right.
"fuck, look at you, crying so pretty for me, Doyoungie," Jaehyun growled, his pupils blown wide with something feral, his thrusts growing erratic as Doyoung's muffled sobs vibrated against the makeshift gag, "just like that, take it, take all of me".
At this moment, Jaehyun forgot he was a sergeant, forgot they were in a military tent, forgot anything existed outside the way Doyoung’s tears streaked through the grime on his cheeks, how his throat worked around silent screams around the gag.
"That's it, fucking take it," he snarled, voice cracking as his hips snapped forward erratically, his cock dragging over Doyoung’s prostate with brutal precision, "you were made for this, weren’t you? Made to cry on my cock like a slut." Doyoung’s answering whimper was muffled but unmistakable, his hips twitching weakly as if trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure-pain, but Jaehyun’s grip on his thighs held him mercilessly open, impaled completely.
Jaehyun’s vision blurred at the edges, his thoughts dissolving into static, Doyoung’s legs hitched impossibly higher, his thighs pressing flush against his own chest with a flexibility that punched another ragged groan from the sergeant’s throat. "Fuck, how are you—ah—how are you this fucking flexible?" he gasped, his fingers digging into the soft skin behind Doyoung’ knees, spreading him even wider as if testing the limits, his cock throbbing at the obscene stretch of Doyoung’s body yielding beneath him.
Jaehyun's hips stuttered violently, his rhythm fracturing as he felt his orgasm clawing up his spine, close, too close, he has never felt anything like this before, the pleasure was unbearable. "Fuck—Doyoung, I'm—" His words dissolved into a ragged groan as Doyoung clenched around him desperately, his hole fluttering like a heartbeat, squeezing Jaehyun's cock in erratic pulses that made his vision whiten at the edges.
"Gonna—gonna fucking fill you up, mark you inside," he snarled, voice breaking as he pistoned his hips forward with brutal, uneven thrusts, his balls drawing up tight against Doyoung's ass.
"J-Jaehyunie," Doyoung sobbed around the gag, his thighs trembling violently. "Mmmph—mmh!" His cries were muffled but unmistakable, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as Jaehyun's thrusts grew frantic, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing obscenely in the cramped tent, it was so messy and sweaty and everything, he was completely fucked out, his cock twitching pathetically against his stomach, oversensitive and spent, jerking against Jaehyun's pubic bone with each brutal thrust.
Doyoung hands shot out to Jaehyun's pelvis causing the shirt to slid back down, blunt nails digging into the sharp V of his hips as if trying to slow the brutal pace "Jaehyuahhh slow—slow down " His plea dissolved into a wet gasp as Jaehyun's cock punched into his prostate with unrelenting precision, the sergeant's entire body locking up above him, biceps trembling where he braced himself against the sleeping bag.
"Fuck—Doyoung," Jaehyun's voice cracked mid-sentence, his pupils blown black with desperation as he rutted forward three more erratic times before burying himself to the hilt with a groan that sounded torn from his chest. Heat spilled deep inside Doyoung in pulsing waves, so much of it that he could feel the wetness leaking around where their bodies were joined, Jaehyun's cock twitching violently as he emptied his balls with a broken exhale against Doyoung's sweat-slicked throat.
Doyoung gasped at the sudden fullness, his oversensitive walls fluttering around the thick intrusion, his own spent cock giving a weak twitch against his stomach at the sensation of being stuffed full. "J-Jaehyun—" His voice came out wrecked, barely above a whisper, his throat raw from muffled screams.
Jaehyun's laugh was rough, unsteady, his forehead pressed against Doyoung's shoulder as he fought to catch his breath. "That's Sergeant to you, Private," he muttered, but there was no bite to it, just exhaustion and something dangerously close to affection tangled in his tone.
Doyoung whimpered as Jaehyun shifted slightly, the movement sending another pulse of cum leaking around where they were still joined. The sergeant's weight pressed him deeper into the sleeping bag making it hard to breathe. "Sir," he gasped, fingers twitching weakly against the man's ribs, "can't—can't breathe".
Jaehyun blinked down at him, pupils still blown wide, then suddenly rolled them sideways with a grunt, pulling out with a slick sound that made Doyoung flinch. The cold air rushed between their bodies instantly, the contrast sharp enough that Doyoung hissed at the sudden emptiness.
"Shit," Jaehyun muttered, patting blindly at the scattered gear beside them, his fingers knocking against empty canteens and discarded boots before closing around a crumpled shirt, probably his own from yesterday's training.
The fabric smelled like sweat and gunpowder as he wiped it hastily over Doyoung's trembling stomach, the rough material dragging against oversensitive skin. "Quit squirming," he grunted when Doyoung flinched, but his grip gentled instinctively, thumb brushing a smear of cum from the hollow of Doyoung's hipbone with unexpected care.
Doyoung's breath hitched when Jaehyun's knuckles grazed his spent cock, the touch fleeting but enough to make his thighs twitch weakly. "S-sorry," he mumbled, voice still wrecked, his fingers curling into the sleeping bag fabric when Jaehyun swiped the shirt lower, between his legs where warmth was already leaking out. The sergeant's jaw tightened at the sight, his movements stuttering for half a second before he wiped harder, as if trying to erase the evidence of what they'd done.
"Shut up," Jaehyun muttered, but it lacked its usual bite, his free hand fumbling blindly behind him until his fingers closed around a half-empty water canteen. The cap came off with a rough twist, water sloshing over the rim as he poured it hastily over the crumpled shirt, the liquid shockingly cold against Doyoung's overheated skin. "Fuck—Jaehyun, that's freezing," Doyoung whined, hips jerking away instinctively, only to be pinned back down by Jaehyun's forearm across his waist.
"You want to walk out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs, Private?" Jaehyun's voice was rough, but his thumb traced absent circles on Doyoung's hipbone, the contradiction making Doyoung's breath catch.
Doyoung blinked up at him, lips still kiss-swollen, fingers twitching toward his discarded uniform pants crumpled near the tent flap. "Wouldn't be the first time," he murmured, but his voice cracked halfway through, betraying the bravado.
Jaehyun snorted, tucking himself back into his fatigues with rough efficiency, the zipper's metallic rasp loud in the charged silence. His knuckles brushed the damp fabric over his spent cock, and he gritted his teeth. "Get dressed before I change my mind and fuck you again."
Doyoung's fingers fumbled with his own uniform, the fabric sticking to sweat-slicked skin as he struggled into his pants. He winced when the rough material grazed oversensitive thighs, hissing through his teeth.
"Problem, Private?" Jaehyun's tone was all sergeant again, but his gaze lingered on the way Doyoung's hands trembled while zipping his own fatigues.
"You were so rough," Doyoung mumbled into the darkness, voice still wrecked. The tent's fabric flapped in the wind outside, casting shifting shadows that made Jaehyun's profile flicker like a half-remembered dream.
Jaehyun froze mid-motion adjusting his belt. "You asked for it." His reply casual, too casual, fingers lingering on the buckle longer than necessary. Doyoung sat on his own sleeping mat and watched the sergeant's throat work as he swallowed hard, the tendons standing out sharply in the dim light, the man that cummed into his five minutes ago now looked like any other superior officer's.
The wind howled through the tent flaps, carrying the scent of pine and gunpowder that did nothing to cover the musk of sex still clinging to their skin. Jaehyun’s sleeping mat was covered with their fluids, making him shift uncomfortably before he crawled to Doyoung's side. "Move over," he grunted, but Doyoung only blinked up at him, wiping his running nose with the back of his hand.
"You're sleeping here?" Doyoung’s voice was hoarse, cracked at the edges like split ice "of course, mine is ruined," Jaehyun muttered, already shouldering him aside with rough familiarity, his body radiating heat against Doyoung's aching limbs, the private move over and laid on his side, facing the tent wall. The sergeant's exhale was hot against the nape of Doyoung’s neck, his arm draping heavily across his waist in a gesture that could’ve been possessive or merely practical against the cold, neither of them acknowledged the way Doyoung arched back into the contact like a starving thing.
"You know," Doyoung whispered to the canvas wall, fingers tracing the seam of his sleeping bag where Jaehyun's forearm pressed down, "this is fraternization." The sergeant's breath hitched. just once, before his teeth grazed the back of Doyoung's neck in a mock bite. "Shut up before I make you,"
Minutes bled into the rasp of their breathing, the wind outside like a third presence between them. Then, slowly, hesitantly, Doyoung turned over. Jaehyun's arm tensed but didn't pull away as Doyoung burrowed into the hollow of his throat, nuzzling against the stubble there with a quiet inhale, as if memorizing the scent of gunmetal and salt. The sergeant's exhale shuddered against his hairline. "Go to sleep already," he muttered.
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By the morning light filtering through the tent fabric, Doyoung woke to cold emptiness where Jaehyun's warmth had been. His muscles screamed when he shifted, hips bruised, thighs aching, but it was the sharp sting between his legs that made him bite his lip.
Outside, Jaehyun's voice cut through the crisp air like a blade, barking orders at the unit. "Move your asses! Those crates won't haul themselves!" The familiar growl sent an involuntary shiver down Doyoung's spine, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.
Doyoung winced as he shifted, the ache between his thighs flaring sharp enough to steal his breath, the tent still smelled faintly of sex and sweat despite the morning chill creeping in, he rubbed his face roughly, waiting for the fog of sleep to lift before reaching for his boots, fingers clumsy with lingering exhaustion.
He had just managed to lace them, and he don't know how much time had passed, his movements slow and careful, trying to ignore the dull throb between his thighs, fuck, he didn't know that it would hurt more in the morning, if he knew he would have stopped whoring himself out for Jaehyun.
But it was already done, he sighed and stood up, wobbling slightly as his legs protested, the tent was small enough that it only took three steps to reach the flap, fingers brushing the zipper when suddenly, it yanked downward from the outside. Doyoung staggered forward with a gasp, colliding chest-first into Jaehyun's solid frame, the sergeant's hands snapping up to grip his elbows instinctively. "Jesus Christ, Doyoung," Jaehyun growled, "
Doyoung's breath hitched as Jaehyun's thumbs dug into the tender flesh of his inner arms, the same spots he'd gripped last night while fucking him senseless. "Sir, I—" The words died when he caught the sergeant's gaze flickering down his body, lingering a beat too long on the fresh bruises peeking above his collar.
Jaehyun's jaw tightened, but his next words were deceptively mild: "You look like shit, Private." The bastard even had the audacity to smirk when Doyoung's cheeks flushed.
"I wonder whose fault that is," Doyoung muttered under his breath, watching the sergeant's eyes darken as he subtly adjusted his stance to ease the ache in his hips. The morning sun caught the bite marks against his collarbone, mottled purple where Jaehyun's teeth had broken skin.
Jaehyun's gaze lingered there a second too long before flicking back up, his throat working around nothing "behave," he warned, voice low enough that the privates hauling crates past them couldn't hear, but Doyoung caught the rough edge, the same one that had murmured filthy praise against his sweat-slicked skin hours earlier.
"I will, Sergeant," Doyoung murmured, but his voice still carried that ruined rasp.
Jaehyun's nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply through his nose, then jerked his chin toward the rumpled wool scarf tangled near his his bag by the side of the sleeping mat. "Wrap it around your throat before you step out and get your things ready cause we're moving out in fifteen," he ordered lowly.
Doyoung could only nod dumbly as Jaehyun stepped back into the crisp morning air, the sergeant's broad shoulders blocking the sunlight for a fleeting second before he disappeared behind the flapping tent canvas. The cold rushed in immediately, raising goosebumps along Doyoung's abused skin.
funny how absence could feel so visceral, like the phantom press of hands still branding his hips. He reached for the scarf with trembling fingers, the wool scratchy against his bitten neck as he wound it tight, hiding the evidence of their night.
The unit was already dismantling the campsite when Doyoung limped out, his thighs screaming with every step. Jaehyun stood near the makeshift firepit, barking orders while shouldering two tents like they weighed nothing, his muscles flexing obscenely under his fatigues.
Their eyes met briefly over a stack of crates; Jaehyun's gaze flicked down to Doyoung's uneven gait, his jaw tightening before he turned away sharply. "Pick up the pace, Kim!" he snapped at him.
Doyoung bit back a groan as he hauled his pack onto aching shoulders, his legs trembling under the weight. The path back to the barracks was steep, rocky, pure agony with every uneven step. "Private," Jaehyun's voice came low beside him as they fell into formation, "if you can't keep up, I'll drag you." The threat was undermined by how his hand lingered a second too long against Doyoung's elbow, steadying him before letting go.
"Have mercy on me," Doyoung muttered under his breath, watching Jaehyun's shoulders tense beneath his pack straps. The sergeant scoffed but adjusted his grip on the tent poles, slowing his pace imperceptibly until Doyoung's limping steps could match the unit's rhythm.
Ahead of them, privates joked about last night's storm, oblivious to how their sergeant's knuckles whitened around the straps whenever Doyoung stumbled.
Doyoung bit his lip against a whimper when his foot caught on a root, his thighs shaking with the effort of staying upright. Jaehyun's boot scuffed against gravel, deliberate, loud, and suddenly the sergeant was beside him, close enough for the scent of his musk and sweat to flood Doyoung's senses.
"Focus on my steps," he growled lowly, nodding toward his own deliberate footfalls in the dirt. The order was a lifeline, a distraction from the throbbing between his legs, and Doyoung clung to the rhythm like a drowning man.
Besides them the towering recruit who'd been annoying Doyoung since he enlisted, eyed the scarf wrapped around Doyoung's throat with open envy, he immediately approached Doyoung once Jaehyun stepped forward to bark orders at another group, "Hey princess," he muttered with a smirk, "where did you get that scarf? Looks expensive," his fingers twitched toward the wool, but Doyoung jerked back instinctively, hissing when the movement pulled at sore muscles.
Jaehyun's boot scuffed against gravel, loud enough to make the recruit freeze mid-step, "Private kim has a sore throat due to the cold last night," Jaehyun snapped without turning around, his voice carrying the razor-sharp edge of a sergeant who'd gut you for breathing wrong, "now unless you want to haul his pack AND yours for the next ten clicks, I suggest you shut your mouth and march."
The recruit blanched, hands immediately snapping to his sides in rigid attention, "Y-yes Sergeant!" he stammered, scrambling back into formation with a final glance at Doyoung's scarf, Jaehyun's fingers twitched toward his belt buckle, a habitual threat, but Doyoung caught the minute shift of his weight as he stepped between them instead.
The barracks were mercifully empty when they arrived, the unit dismissed with orders to shower and rest. Doyoung's fingers shook as he fumbled with his locker combination, Jaehyun went to the officer's quarters while Doyoung was left alone, the metal biting into his bruised knuckles, fuck, why did they have to give him the broken one, somehow he managed to open it and dragged himself toward the communal showers, hissing as lukewarm water hit his abused skin.
The thin curtain barely provided privacy, but he slumped against the tiled wall in relief, letting the water sluice away the evidence of last night, the dried sweat, the phantom fingerprints, the slickness between his thighs that made his stomach cl ench.
He needed a this shower badly, the lukewarm water hitting Doyoung's sore muscles felt like both punishment and relief, he hissed as the spray stung the bite marks littering his shoulders and collarbones, the soap suds swirling pink at his feet as he scrubbed roughly at his skin.
Once he is done with his shower, Doyoung dressed in loose warm clothes, dragging his exhausted body back to his bunk. The wooden frame creaked beneath him as he collapsed onto the thin mattress, every muscle screaming in protest.
He fumbled for the phone they’d finally returned after a week, the screen flickering to life with a backlog of notifications, mostly from his brother, parents and his members, god he missed them so much, and the messages flooded in, his parents asking if he’d eaten, his members joking about his absence.
His fingers trembled against the screen, pressing the video call button before he could overthink it. The ringing seemed to stretch forever, he video called almost everyone from his family to each member that answered, until Taeyong's sleep-mussed hair filled the screen, his eyes widening when he took in Doyoung's bruised throat peaky out of his high neck sweater.
"Jesus, what happened to—" Doyoung cut him off with a hoarse laugh that sounded more like a sob, his thumb swiping at the sudden wetness on his cheeks. "It's mosquito bites, hyung".
Taeyong's brows knitted together, his lips pressing into a thin line as he leaned closer to the screen. "What is really happening?" His voice was hushed, urgent. "You don't get bruises like that from mosquito bites, Doyoung." Doyoung swallowed hard, his throat bobbing against the high neck collar.
"Don't be dramatic," he croaked, forcing a smirk that wobbled at the edges.
"You've been weird since you enlisted," Taeyong persisted, fingers tapping restlessly against his own phone case.
Doyoung exhaled sharply through his nose, wincing as the movement pulled at the bruises Jaehyun's teeth had left along his collarbone. "It's just—training's rougher than I expected." He tried to shrug, but even that small motion sent a fresh wave of pain radiating down his back. Taeyong's gaze darkened, lingering on the purpling marks just visible above Doyoung's collar.
"You're lying," Taeyong whispered, leaning closer to the screen until his worried frown filled the frame. "I know that look, the one you get when you're trying to convince yourself more than me." Doyoung's fingers tightened around the phone, his bitten nails digging into the case.
He spent the rest of the call convincing Taeyong it's a mosquito bite and he started to regret ever calling Taeyong in the first place.
In the end, Doyoung resorted to rolling his eyes so hard it hurt his temples, waving a hand dismissively while Taeyong’s pixelated frown deepened. "I have to call the other members too, so stop worrying, it’s just field training, hyung. Bugs everywhere." His voice cracked on the last syllable, betraying him, and Taeyong’s fingers twitched toward the screen as if he could reach through it and shake him.
Taeyong was obviously not having it but he let Doyoung hang up anyway, his last words lingering in the air like a suspended accusation: "You better tell me the truth when we meet up." Doyoung stared at the darkened screen long after the call ended, his reflection warped in the black glass, the hollows under his eyes deeper than he remembered. The thin mattress groaned as he slumped back.
Sleep came like a weighted blanket, dragging him under before he could even realise he is drifting off, he was so exhausted and sore that his body just shut down on its own, his muscles finally giving up on him after the whole ordeal, his breath evening out into shallow puffs against the scratchy pillowcase, limbs sprawled bonelessly across the narrow bunk.
The next days blurred into a haze of aching muscles, stolen glances, and Jaehyun's voice barking orders from the opposite end of the training field. Doyoung caught glimpses of him, shouldering crates with recruits half his size, his fatigues clinging to sweat-slicked skin, his jaw tight with something that wasn't just exhaustion. But the sergeant never looked his way, never lingered near his unit, never so much as brushed against him in the mess hall.
Doyoung's new training officers were rigid, humorless, they were in their forties and smelled like stale cigarette smoke and cheap aftershave, they barked orders without looking up from their clipboards, their indifference a stark contrast to Jaehyun's razor-sharp attention.
Doyoung caught himself scanning the parade ground for Jaehyun's broad shoulders every morning, his stomach twisting whenever he saw the sergeant stride past his unit without so much as a glance. A week. Seven the tent, since Jaehyun had fucked him. Now the man moved through the compound like a ghost, always just out of reach, always surrounded by a cluster of privates or buried in paperwork outside the command tent.
The gnawing thought curled like smoke in his ribs, was that all it had been? Just another body to warm his sleeping bag during a storm?
Doyoung watched Jaehyun across the mess hall, his tray untouched as the sergeant leaned over a map with two lieutenants, his knuckles pressing white against the laminated surface. Every movement was efficiency, no wasted gestures, no lingering glances toward the corner where Doyoung sat picking at cold rations.
The ache in his thighs had faded to a dull throb, but the hollow feeling in his chest was sharper now, gnawing at him whenever Jaehyun strode past without so much as a glance. Doyoung stabbed at his tasteless rations with more force than necessary, the plastic fork bending under his grip.
Was it all really just sex? The question coiled around his ribs like barbed wire, tightening every time Jaehyun's laughter carried across the mess hall, warm, easy, directed at anyone but him.
It wasn't until their paths crossed in the narrow supply corridor, Jaehyun hauling crates, Doyoung fetching fresh fatigues, that the sergeant finally looked at him again. Really looked. Jaehyun's steps faltered mid-stride, his gaze dropping to the faded marks still visible above Doyoung's collar, his jaw working silently before he shouldered past with a muttered "Move, Private".
What? Is that all? No snarled insults, no rough shove against the shelves? Just nothing? Doyoung stood frozen in the narrow aisle, the bundled fatigues slipping from his numb fingers. Jaehyun's broad back disappeared around the corner without so much as a glance back, leaving only the scent of his cologne and sweat lingering in the cramped space.
Doyoung's chest ached, what was he expecting? Jaehyun is a well-respected sergeant who barely know him, of course he wouldn't risk getting caught fraternizing with a private, but he is an idol too, he is famous and loved yet he felt like risking it to be kissed or to get in Jaehyun's bed again, he shouldn't have done that, he shouldn't have done anything.
He dragged himself back to his bunk after training, the wooden frame creaking under his weight as he collapsed onto the thin mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling, he should stop thinking about Jaehyun, he really should, Doyoung told himself, before drifting to sleep without changing his clothes.
The next morning went by in a blur, showering, breakfast routine drills, gear checks, the same indifferent officers barking orders, it was getting rough for Doyoung everyday, he got used to it, yet still felt exhausted and bored.
He has made two friends during that week but they never bothered him too much, thankfully. It was already bad enough that his brother kept texting him non-stop, asking if he was okay, if he ate well, if he slept enough, if he showered, it was suffocating with all the mixed feelings he was experiencing towards Jaehyun And his longing towards his normal life.
Guess Jaehyun was the only thing keeping training bearable, because without his snarled insults or rough hands correcting his posture, Doyoung realized how much he missed the sergeant's attention, even if it came with bruises. The realization hit him mid-pushup, sweat dripping onto the dusty ground as his arms trembled. Fuck. He'd been craving the sting of Jaehyun's grip more than the lukewarm praise of these indifferent officers.
Their next encounter wasn't planned, just Doyoung stumbling into the equipment shed for fresh gloves, only to find Jaehyun already there, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he sorted through tangled ropes. The sergeant didn't acknowledge him at first, the silence thick with unsaid things, until Doyoung's trembling fingers knocked over a crate of carabiners, metal clattering loud enough to make Jaehyun whirl around.
"You're fucking useless," Jaehyun growled, but his hands were already scooping up the scattered gear, movements quick but careful, that is a typical Jaehyun way of saying 'i'll help you', Doyoung noted as he crouched beside him, their shoulders brushing as they gathered the last few pieces.
Doyoung's breath hitched when Jaehyun's fingers lingered over a carabiner he'd grabbed, then he pulled his hand away as if burned. "Sergeant," he began, voice unsteady, not sure about what he was trying to say. Jaehyun exhaled sharply through his nose, tossing the last few pieces back into the crate with more force than necessary. "Spit it out, Private".
"You haven't—" Doyoung swallowed, fingers tracing a loose thread on his glove. "You haven't looked at me all week." The admission tasted bitter, like admitting defeat. Jaehyun froze mid-reach, his biceps tensing under rolled-up sleeves. "Didn't realize I was obligated to," he muttered, but his jaw worked like he was biting back something sharper.
Doyoung's laugh came out hollow. "No, Sergeant. Just thought—" He gestured vaguely between them, knuckles brushing Jaehyun's forearm, an accidental touch that made them both recoil.
The sergeant's exhale was ragged. "Thought what, Private? That I'd drag you behind the latrines for round two?" His voice dropped to a growl, but his thumb rubbed absent circles on a carabiner's edge, betraying him
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Doyoung's pulse hammered against his ribs. "Thought you'd at least pretend it meant something." The words tumbled out before he could bite them back, raw and too honest. Jaehyun let out a sigh that bordered on exasperation, tossing the carabiner into the crate with a metallic clatter.
"It meant you were warm and willing," Jaehyun said flatly, rolling his sleeves higher as if the conversation was overheating him. His forearms flexed under the motion, rope burns and old scars mapping skin Doyoung had worshiped with his tongue. "Don't make it into something it wasn't."
Doyoung's fingers curled into his palms, blunt nails biting half-moon crescents into flesh. The words shouldn't have stung, they'd been strangers before the storm, would be strangers again after his discharge, but his throat burned anyway. "Right," he rasped, voice sandpaper-rough from swallowing down everything unsaid.
Jaehyun's jaw flexed as he methodically coiled the last length of rope, his movements too precise for the tension in his shoulders. "You knew what it was," he muttered, not looking up as he secured the knot with a sharp tug. The implication hung between them' you knew what I was'.
Doyoung's fingers twitched toward the fading bruise beneath his collar, hidden now by regulation gear. "I knew you were an asshole," he said quietly, "I didn't know you were a coward." The silence that followed was taut enough to snap, broken only by the distant shouts of drills echoing across the compound.
Jaehyun's hand shot out, gripping Doyoung's wrist hard enough to make the bones creak, his thumb pressing into the pulse point like he wanted to feel it break. "Watch your mouth," he snarled, but his voice lacked its usual venom, closer to something raw, something that made Doyoung's chest ache.
Doyoung yanked his arm back, the movement pulling at sore muscles, his breath hitching. "Or what?" he challenged, voice cracking, "You'll beat me up? Punish me?" His laugh sounded broken even to his own ears. "It's not like you care anyway." The words tasted bitter, he hadn't meant to say them, hadn't realized how deeply they'd burrowed under his skin until they came spilling out.
Jaehyun's expression darkened, his grip tightening before abruptly releasing Doyoung's wrist. "You're right," he said flatly, stepping back as if putting physical distance between them could erase the last seven days, "I don't." His tone was icy, devoid of the rough warmth Doyoung had grown addicted to. "So stop following me around like a kicked puppy."
Doyoung's breath caught at the deliberate cruelty, worse than any physical punishment. "I wasn't—" he started, but Jaehyun cut him off with a sharp jerk of his chin toward the door. "Get out," he snapped, already turning away to reorganize the crate Doyoung had disturbed, his broad shoulders rigid with dismissal.
The sergeant's next words hit like rifle butts between his ribs: "You're making it pathetic." Jaehyun didn't even glance up as he slammed the equipment lid shut, the metallic clang punctuating his disdain. "Find someone else to play pretend with, idol. Just because you're used to fans fawning doesn't mean I will."
Doyoung's fingers dug into his thighs through fatigues as his voice cracked "You're really h-heartless," the words tumbling out wetter than intended. Jaehyun's shoulders stiffened but he kept methodically stacking carabiners, the rhythmic clatter deliberately loud.
Doyoung teared up, his breath hitching as he wiped angrily at his eyes with his sleeve, Jaehyun barely flinched, still facing the shelves as if inventory mattered more than the crumbling soldier behind him. "I said get out," Jaehyun repeated, colder this time, fingers whitening around a carabiner.
The silence stretched like a noose until Doyoung swallowed hard, backing toward the door with uneven steps. "You know what?" His voice trembled with something reckless, raw, anger or hurt, maybe both. "You're fucking terrible in bed." The lie tasted bitter, but seeing Jaehyun's shoulders jerk almost made it worth it "all that muscles and barking orders, but you fuck like an overeager teenager who got laid for the first time, you can't even pretend to care afterwards."
Jaehyun whirled around so fast the crate toppled, carabiners scattering across the floor like gunshots. "You dumb—" His face twisted, something furious and wounded flashing across his features before he caught himself, jaw clamping shut. But Doyoung was already gone.
Ouch..that hurt