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When Jong-Woo comes back to and awakens, he notices the plush bed under him and the soft comforter covering his naked body. A pleased sigh escapes his lips, and he turns from his stomach to his back, stretching his back and arms behind over his head to make his bones pop pleasantly, the jingle of the teeth bracelet on his hand sounding in the quiet of the room. The room he is in is dark and almost bare, there is only the bed with a bedside table on each side and a dresser next to the bed below the covered window.
There is no light coming from it, though the curtains are closed, Jong-Woo can tell is late. He turns trying to find his phone and not seeing it. He opens the topdrawer of the bedside table and inside he sees his phone. Next to it, a blue wrist band in a Ziploc bag catches his eye. He grabs it for a moment and observes it, thinking it strange to find such a thing in a plastic baggie but shrugs and places it again where it was. It’s strangely familiar, but for some reason his mind doesn’t let him remember where he saw such an object before.
He turns his phone on and checks the time, seeing it’s a little past 7. He probably slept around 3-4 hours, after the intense sex marathon he and the dentist had. It almost seemed like the dentist wanted to christen all available surfaces on his apartment. After fucking him on the couch when they were supposed to be reading Jong-Woo’s short stories and current novel, they moved to the bathroom to shower only, but Jong-Woo ended up being railed against the wall – a new respect for the hidden strength the dentist clearly had when holding him without dropping him accidently, all the while snapping his hips as fast and as hard as possible – and later, after showering for real, they finished with a slow sensual love making session in this very comfy bed. By then Jong-Woo was more than tired, his limbs as heavy as if he had been going at it in the gym for hours, his eyes barely open and body completely pliant to whatever the dentist wanted to do to him, so he just let himself be fucked slowly and sweetly from behind while he was the little spoon, not moving at all and letting the dentist do all the dirty work, which he did splendidly if he might add.
A smile was permanently painted on his face at those gracious memories, and he considers remaining in bed until Moon-Jo got back but his stomach got the best of him. Against his better wishes, and only because his stomach grumbles, he stands up and search for the clothes that he had been given when they exited the shower, and that he hadn’t been able to put on because, well…that happened again.
He walks to the dresser and finds the folded clothes on top of it. A simple pair of black briefs, obviously Moon-Jo’s, and a long-sleeved shirt. He puts on the clothes and slips on the guest slippers he had previously gotten. Once dressed, he takes his phone and walks slowly outside of the bedroom. The light in the kitchen is on and there is a lamp in the living room also on, so he doesn’t trip on his short journey to find food.
The fridge is almost bare, except for a carton of milk, less than a dozen of eggs in a basket, a few lonely veggies in a drawer, a big jar with kimchi and two tuppers filled to the brim with suspicious red raw seasoned meat. He is sure that if he checks the cupboards, he could find rice and probably make himself something good, but he doesn’t think he feels confident enough for that. And if he decides to do it anyway, should he also make some for Moon-Jo? He doesn’t know where the older guy is, but it would be rude to cook only for himself, while using the dentist’s food.
He is just debating himself about it when the lock of the door turning snaps his attention. He exits the kitchen and eagerly awaits by the entrance, more than happy at seeing Moon-Jo arriving with several bags in his hands. He seems taken aback at seeing Jong-Woo waiting for him by the door, but smiles at him, nonetheless. Jong-Woo hurries to help with the bags so he can remove his shoes, his coat and put on his slippers.
“Jagi, it’s great that you are up, since I’ve brought dinner.” Says Moon-Jo, taking the bags back from Jong-Woo’s hands and leading the way to the kitchen. He places everything in the counter and then he starts putting away some of the stuff, a few packets of ramyeon are placed in a cupboard, and a few other things go to the fridge.
Then, he takes two bags to the dining table next to the kitchen and from it he starts taking several containers and placing them on the table. Jong-Woo stands by the side, only looking attentively but salivating at the smell of all the different dishes Moon-Jo brought.
“Since I don’t know what you like to eat, I brought a little of everything.” Moon-Jo turns to him and now that his hands are not occupied with bags of food or containers, he gets closer to Jong-Woo caressing his face softly and bending slightly to kiss him softly in the lips. They break the kiss once Jong-Woo’s stomach makes a very load growling sound and so they take a set and dig in. There is an assortment of all different delicious food that Jong-Woo enjoys greatly, from tteokbokki, to dumplings, bulgogi, gimbap and rice.
“This is all delicious, thank you.” Says Jong-Woo between bites, more than happy to eat his weight in food. Moon-Jo smiles at him.
“Consider it a part of your birthday celebration.” Jong-Woo stops eating for a moment and then laughs, looking sideways at the teeth bracelet hanging from his wrist.
“You really know how to win a man’s heart.” He says mockingly. Moon-jo only snorts in amusement and they continue eating in comfortable silence. Jong-Woo helps clear the dishes and throw away everything then just stands awkwardly in the living room, not knowing what to do next.
“Is there a time for you to be home?” asks Moon-Jo while hugging him from behind and start kissing his neck. Jong-Woo shakes his head and moves it to the side to let more room for the dentist’s kisses.
“Not really, but since tomorrow is a school day maybe not so late.” Moon-Jo hums next to his neck while leaving a few hickies on his shoulder, the neck of the shirt so big it has already slide over it, leaving it naked.
“Hm, I almost forgot. I’ve got you something, jagiya.” Moon-Jo releases him from the tight hug and walks back towards the kitchen, where a bag remains in the counter. He takes it and from it he takes out a big, large box, giving it to Jong-Woo to take. He does so silently at first a little lost, and then with his eyes wide open. It’s a laptop, for him. He looks incredulously at the dentist, but he only smiles softly at him, his hands inside his pockets. “Open it. It’s another birthday present for you.”
Jong-Woo walks to the couch and takes a seat opening the box carefully and taking the laptop from it with shining eyes. He can’t believe Moon-Jo got him one.
“I can’t…I can’t take it, it’s too much.” He says embarrassed, but Moon-Jo looks at him seriously from his place standing next to the dining table.
“It’s nothing more than a tool for you and your work. Let me give it to you.” Jong-Woo can’t stop looking at him in amazement. That the dentist would go as far as buying him a computer so he can comfortably pursue his dream of writing novels it’s something that he never dared though someone would do for him. Not even his mother, for the obvious monetary reason.
He nods with a smile and immediately gets to read the user information for the equipment and starts it up, ready to set it up for him.
“I will go take a shower, jagi. Call me if you need anything.” Jong-Woo nods absentmindedly and continues setting up the new laptop. Moon-Jo disappears through the bedroom door and not long after, the shower can be heard running. After a while sitting on his own on the couch, he decides to move to the more comfortable bed, so he lays there on his stomach with the laptop in front of him while he sets up his account on the computer and then gets to download apps and set up his email, etc.
Next to him is the notebook where he keeps the annotations for his current novel and opens a new document so he can start moving his work to the machine. He is so focus doing that he doesn’t hear the shower stopping or the dentist stepping out of the bathroom at all.
That is until he feels two big hands grabbing his buttocks and making him jump slightly. When he turns and sees Moon-Jo laying on his chest behind him, face in front of his ass and a smirk on his lips.
“Everything good with the computer?” he asks conversationally, his hands massaging his ass cheeks slightly over the briefs he is wearing, thumbs running softly under the globe of his ass and caressing his thighs, then the motion repeats itself over and over making Jong-Woo lose focus momentarily.
“Y-yes. What are you doing?” he asks a little confuse but opening his legs wider to accommodate Moon-Jo between them more comfortably.
“Nothing, continue working jagiya. Don’t let me distract you.” Jong-Woo keeps staring until finally the movement on his lower parts turns menial and soft, enough he can ignore it. He turns around and continues transcribing his work, changing a few things here and there and adding some others, his fingers moving fast like he was made to type away.
He is again starting to get in the zone when something wet licks his crack. He instantly stops what he is doing and turns again. Moon-Jo somehow slid his underwear down to his knees without him noticing and his face is now buried in his ass. He squawks indignantly and about to protest when the wet tongue that licked him previously, swipes once more right over his entrance and then shoves itself deep inside it. A moan leaves his lips instead of a reproach, and he can’t help the way his hips push down towards the new feeling. It’s so wet and hot, and the way that appendage wiggles in and out from his rim slowly make him dizzy. His legs spread even wider, and he rises his ass a little, supporting himself on his knees. Moon-Jo hums with his face still between his cheeks and the vibrations make Jong-Woo shudder violently, stars blinding him behind close lids. His breath quickens and his pulse races.
The dentist’s slippery tongue retreats slowly and then seek out again the puckered hole that flutters invitingly, enticing the pink muscle to thrust inwards, swirling and twisting deliciously, sending chills all over Jong-Woo’s body. A sharp intake of breath can be heard from Jong-Woo and then a long soft whine, his hands gripping the comforter under him as tight as humanly possible. He can’t help the bucking of his ass into Moon-Jo’s face but far from annoying the dentist, it amuses him instead and make him get even more insistent with the shoving of his tongue inside the tight sphincter, a moan of his own slipping against his rim. The dentist is clearly enjoying this, just as much as Jong-Woo is.
Moon-Jo’s tongue dips in then out, coating fully the entrance with spit before slipping back inside past the ring of tight muscles.
Then, unexpectedly, the hot mouth leaves its place, and he whines at the loss.
“Do you like it when I eat you out?” asks Moon-Jo in amusement, his pointer finger now slowly outlining the puffy wet red rim he had been sucking on previously. It flutters open and close deliciously and Moon-Jo only wants to sink back in that tight embrace. He will never get tired of it. “Jagiya, answer me.” He repeats, letting the tip of his finger get inside the tight rim slowly, waiting for a response.
“I do, I do. It feels so good, please keep going.” Mutters Jong-Woo under his ragged breath, already feeling too wind up just by a few licks in his hole. Moon-Jo hums low on his throat and does as request, more than happy to continue tasting every part of Jong-Woo’s body. He lets his tongue drag all the way from Jong-Woo’s balls, across his taint and towards the glistening rim, and shoves his tongue as deep as he can while spreading the cheeks he is holding on his hands, with his thumbs. Jong-Woo’s head is swimming hazy at the texture of that tongue dragging all around his hole and then caressing his inner walls so deliciously.
After a while of slowly fucking Jong-Woo only with his tongue, he pulls away and slips his middle finger inside, moving it carefully around and letting the walls of that sinful hole clamp down on it.
Jong-Woo moans even louder when the pad of that finger softly brushes his prostate, and chills wracks his body at the feeling, a groan of equal pleasure and pain escaping his lips.
“You feel so tender here. Can you take my cock one more time, jagi?” asks Moon-Jo, seriously expecting Jong-Woo to decide. If he can’t, then he won’t make him, no matter how much he wants to bury himself in that tight heat once again. Jong-Woo shakes his head slightly and trembles when the finger continues abusing that amazing spot inside of him.
“It hurts.” He whispers crestfallen. He turns and makes eye contact with Moon-Jo, who only smiles at the heartbroken look on his face.
“Another time then.” He says, and slowly pushes another finger in, just to make the boy feel full of him. He continues slowly penetrating him with his fingers, slightly scissoring them but mainly focusing on just rubbing against his prostate. It doesn’t take long for Jong-Woo to finally orgasm once the fingers harshly press against that spot and a set of perfect teeth go down to bite his left cheek, leaving an imprint of a perfect teeth mark on it.
Jong-Woo shouts overwhelm at the pleasure of having his prostate milk so good, while his dick rubs with the sheets under him only. That bite on his ass had also felt great and he slumps on the bed, once again completely drain, ignoring completely the fact that he stained the comforter under him. He closes the laptop and moves it to the side, not wanting to crush it with his head while carelessly laying down. He is barely catching his breath when he is roughly turn around and laid on his back.
For a moment, panic fills him when he thinks Moon-Jo is going to fuck him either way, even when he said it was too much for him, but relaxes once he notices the dentist kneel behind him and hold his legs up and enclosed tightly between his arms, he places them over his shoulder and when Jong-Woo is about to ask what he will do, the dentist smirks down at him with a dark face and softly caresses his inner thighs with one hand.
“I’m gonna fuck you here, jagi.” He says and then he is shoving his hard cock between Jong-Woo’s legs slowly, letting his precum stain and wet the soft skin of Jong-Woo’s thighs. For a moment the dentist just continues moving slowly, expecting a protest or an embarrassed splutter from Jong-Woo, but his jagiya only stares with wide eyes at him and his cock that disappears and appears with every slow thrust between those luscious legs.
“Okay.” Breathes out Jong-Woo, cheeks-stained red. Moon-Jo doesn’t know if from his previous orgasm, or shame. Or maybe both. Once he is sure Jong-Woo will let him do whatever he wants with him, he increases his tempo and starts quickly fucking between those pliable legs. It’s not as tight as Jong-Woo’s hole, but it’s still really good. He looks down to see Jong-Woo now panting, his eyes never leaving the sight of Moon-Jo’s cock fucking between his thighs.
To Jong-Woo it looks so lewd but hot, the way that the calm, compose Dr. Seo is roughly fucking his legs after thoroughly having fucked him all afternoon.
A chill goes down Jong-Woo’s back and against his will, his cock starts stirring once more. The drag of Moon-Jo’s hot prick occasionally rubbing against his own and making him whimper at the stimulation. It feels so good, and Jong-Woo knows that it won’t be long until he is coming once again, the sight alone mind shattering for him. He is just now noticing that the dentist is completely naked, his white milky skin and muscles in full display, probably didn’t bother dressing up since he was already planning to make a move on Jong-Woo after showering. Jong-Woo however is still wearing the long-sleeved shirt and his – Moon-Jo’s – underwear is around his knees. He has half a mind to rise the hem of the shirt to his neck, not wanting to soil it too much once he comes again. His nipples harden at being so suddenly exposed and his hands moved to pinch them softly between trembling fingers. He would rather have Moon-Jo’s tongue or hands on him but with this position it can hardly be done.
The stimulation on his nipples and the increasing velocity of Moon-Jo’s thrusts that rubs deliciously against his own cock are enough for him to reach his peak again, his dick letting out spurts of white cum across his chest and making him clamp his legs even harder. Soon after Moon-Jo is also coming, making a mess of Jong-Woo’s legs and chest as well, his hips never stop moving, only slowing doing until finally stopping once he has milked his dick for every last drop of cum.
Jong-Woo feels completely sated and dirty, but he doesn´t mind at all. A content sigh escapes him, and he lets Moon-Jo manhandled him so they can clean up. The dentist removes his underwear and the shirt, letting Jong-Woo naked and bare on the bed, covered in both their bodily fluids while he disappears through the bathroom’s door. Moments later, Moon-Jo is back to clean Jong-Woo with a few tissues and a wet rag until Jong-Woo is completely clean once again. He has half a mind to think about showering, but he doesn’t have the strength for it, so he doesn’t move.
After a while, Moon-Jo returns after having dispose of the dirty rag and tissues, a pair of black briefs now covering his soften cock. He takes a new pair out of the dresser and carefully slips them up Jong-Woo’s legs, kissing them all the way up until he reaches his chest, his neck and finally his mouth. Jong-Woo hums at the minty flavor he tastes on the dentist’s mouth, a smile curling his lips.
They sensually kiss with tongue, hands buried in each other’s hair, but that’s it. Jong-Woo knows for sure that he will pass out if he dares go at it once again, and the dentist seems to feel the same or at least, understand how Jong-Woo feels.
“Let me know when you are ready to go home.” Says the dentist once they break the kiss. Jong-Woo nods and leaves a last peck on Moon-Jo’s lips making him smile enamored, then the dentist gets off him and go grabs a new set of clothes. A combo of black pants and a black long-sleeved Henley. “Will it be okay if you go home with another set of clothes? Since yours got stained.” Moon-Jo asks, once he has dressed himself. Jong-Woo is laying back on the pillows, laptop now placed on top of his legs and fingers moving rapidly against the keyboard.
“I don’t think my mom will notice. Let me just take those home in a plastic bag.” He mumbles distractedly.
“Don’t worry jagi, you can leave them here and I will wash them. Next time you come, you take them with you.” Jong-Woo’s eyes snap back towards the dentist face, who is now laying on his side next to him on the bed and looking attentively at Jong-Woo.
“You…don’t mind?” he asks. The dentist shakes his head with a small smile and Jong-Woo blushes, but nods. He actually wanted to ask if there was going to really be another time, but he guesses that yeah, there will be.
That means they are together now, right? In Jong-Woo’s mind, it does.
He saves the document of his novel and turns off the computer, then moves it to the bedside table, deciding to enjoy his last moments while being in between Moon-Jo’s arms and his lips against his.
He crawls slowly towards the dentist, and Moon-Jo reading him like a book, opens his arms and receives him with a kiss on the lips. They kiss lazily for what feels like hours, until Jong-Woo’s phone chimes in with a notification. They break the kiss, and he quickly checks who messaged him. It’s his mom, requesting he buys milk on the way home. She didn’t ask where he is, probably thinking he is out with Jae-Ho or Ji-Eun.
He lets out a sigh and turns to Moon-Jo.
“I think I should go home now.” He mumbles with downturn lips. Moon-Jo nods and kiss his cheek, then stands up and searches for some new clothes for him. He ends up using something very similar to Moon-Jo but in dark blue. It fits a little too big for him but nothing he can’t handle. And the smell of the fabric softener and that scent that is inherently Moon-Jo intoxicate his mind.
He puts the laptop away on his backpack, together with his notebooks and puts on his sneakers.
He can’t help to throw a last look towards Moon-Jo’s apartment, that feels now like a second home to him. The red cap in the coat rack catches his eye, and that too, like the blue wrist band, tries to pull at his memory for some reason.
Moon-Jo closes the door behind him and sends him a smile, then grabs his hand all the way to his car.
They stop at a supermarket so Jong-Woo can buy the milk, and while they are there, Moon-Jo feels bold enough to buy condoms and more lube. Jong-Woo blushes all the way to his hair and the dentist only chuckles amused.
Since Jong-Woo lives in a place where everyone knows each other, he asks Moon-Jo to stop at his clinic so he can walk home from there. Moon-Jo is reticent but complies and they say goodbye with a deep kiss and the promise to see each other next week.
Once home he puts the milk in the fridge and puts his backpack away on his room, returning to watch TV with his brother. The channels news is on and since his brother is watching attentively, he doesn’t change it. He sighs, already bored without Moon-Jo next to him. He suddenly remembers that they didn’t share any contact info, so that’s a good excuse to go and visit him as soon as possible on his dental clinic.
The noise of the TV catches his eye and when he looks up, there is a note about the apparition of a body in the outskirts of Busan. They had identified him and so they share the personal info on TV with a picture of the man. He looks oddly familiar but can’t somehow put his finger on why. He is about to give up when suddenly the memory comes crashing down. It’s the same man that touched Ji-Eun at the bus station. He is just missing the characteristic red cap he had…been…wearing the day Jong-Woo beat him up.
Like the red cap he saw on Moon-Jo’s apartment.
He rises the volume of the TV and gets to listen how the body had obvious signs of torture, several teeth missing and old injuries that indicated an altercation, so the speculation is a gang fight gone wrong.
He mutes the TV and the jingle in his hand catches his attention, the white teeth hanging from his wrist making him zone out.
It’s a coincidence, right? The teeth bracelet, and the fact that the guy Jong-Woo beat up but couldn’t kill, appeared death and with missing teeth.
He sucks in a breath and changes the channel ignoring his brother’s protests, hiding the bracelet inside the long sleeve of Moon-Jo’s shirt, and trying not to think too deeply, even if his breathing is a little ragged at the implication of Moon-Jo being involved with whatever happened to that pervert.
Tomorrow, he will talk with Moon-Jo, and tried to gauge his reaction about this matter. He doubts the good dentist has anything to do with this but still, he can’t help the unease feeling in him.
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Moon-Jo’s POV
He is sitting calmly on his couch, a can of beer in his hand and the TV loudly playing and filling the dark living room with its light. They have finally found the body of that low life he took care of the previous week. It took them a while, he muses, cocking his head unimpressed.
Normally he disposes better of the bodies, even going as far as to call the twins to make them come and do it themselves. Mrs. Eom isn’t bother by that since she gets to have more meat for her cooking, but this time, Moon-Jo wanted to let the body be found.
He isn’t an amateur, so he knows what to do to make a body look like it was at the wrong place and the wrong time when they died, instead of look like the actual target of a serial killer. This time, his intention is sending a message to Jong-Woo specifically.
He has been whispering in his ear all this time about letting his true feelings come out, let himself felt them and act on them, but now, now he is giving him a taste of what he could do. He is laying the clues as well, letting him know without saying anything, that Moon-Jo is more than a dentist.
That’s the only reason he decided to collect certain “trophies” that otherwise to him mean nothing. Like the red cap, and the blue wristband. All laid out in his house in an innocent yet obvious way.
He can’t wait for Jong-Woo to start acknowledging this side of Moon-Jo. The dentist knows Jong-Woo already has an inkling about him. After all, they are both the same and can easily recognize each other, just like Moon-Jo did when he first laid eyes on Jong-Woo that first day at his clinic.
His mind wanders back to that day, the TV now completely ignored. He may have had a detour on his planning, what with the fucking and romancing Jong-Woo that wasn’t on his plans, but that just make him think that perhaps it’s exactly what he needs to tie Jong-Woo to him and turn him into his masterpiece in an easier way. Jong-Woo has turn so pliable under his hands with the simple development of them having an active sexual relationship.
He hums, a slow toothy smile spreading on his face when he thinks about the time Jong-Woo makes his first kill. He wonders if it will be a random victim or a close friend. Perhaps that senior of him that treats him so poorly. Maybe he can convince Jong-Woo to pursue the bullies that beat him up outside the dental clinic. Moon-Jo had already got to them, in the middle of the night, one by one, he took them out, steal a tooth and an easily identifiable token of them just to make a hint at Jong-Woo that Moon-Jo would always be by his side. In the shadows or next to him in broad daylight.
That’s why the bracelet was still incomplete. It only had the tooth of the three older bullies and the one from the pervert. He was excited to add more to it. Or even let Jong-Woo add one of his own victims, once he has them.
He drinks the last of his beer and stands up, walking to his room to get some sleep. If everything goes according to plan, Jong-Woo won’t take long to confront him. Something he is awaiting eagerly.