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The first time they slept together, Sung Jin-Woo was just rated as an S-rank Hunter.
This is the third time they've met – one time in the hospital right after the double dungeon incident, and they didn't think much of each other; another time after the incident with Kang Tae-Shik. Woo Jin-Chul knew there was something strange and Sung Jin-Woo realized that the man in front of him was stronger than he thought before. So no, they didn’t really know who the other was. But they had heard of each other on many occasions and even though the affection was not strong between them, there was interest.
So when they cross paths again, in building B – the evaluation center, Sung Jin-Woo ignores the Hunters Guild’s master and heads straight for the Association’s agent. Woo Jin-Chul has his face closed, showing no emotion, but his eyes have been fixed on him since he left the assessment room. He's really good at it, almost as good as Jin-Woo himself.
"How are you doing, Chief Woo?"
Woo Jin-Chul raises an eyebrow – it's not really shock (whether at his re-awakening or because he decided to come to talk to him), more a question he doesn't have an answer to. Finally, he decides to nod his head as if to politely greet him and respond.
“Well, at least I have a rational explanation to put on my reports.”
Jin-Woo slowly blinks and if he's a little amused, that's on him. He imagines that his behavior must have caused some problems for the surveillance department. In front of him, Woo Jin-Chul examines him from head to toe and his gaze is quite heavy. He seems to want to ask a question so Jin-Woo waits patiently. After long seconds, the Association’s agent sighs, takes a very serious face, and begins to speak.
“Can I offer you a coffee?”
Jin-Woo smiles back at him a bit and that's honestly the last thing he's clearly aware of. They went up to a private office; he noticed that Woo Jin-Chul locked the door; they drank the promised coffee (very good by the way) and he remembers the look of the agent who didn't leave him. He remembers having thought that there were people far more physically unpleasant than the Chief. He remembers thinking that it had been a long time since he had shared someone's warmth. He remembers sighing a little and getting up to approach Woo Jin-Chul.
“I have about an hour before I have to leave.”
He put his knee right next to his leg, on the couch he's sitting on, giving him plenty of time to refuse, time to push him away. He can – Jin-Woo won't take offense for that. This is only a proposal, and it is very well understood.
“That should be enough.” Woo Jin-Chul replies.
Jin-Woo leans down a bit – still very gently, just to make sure everything is clear – until he presses his lips on Woo Jin-Chul's jaw. From where he is, his eyes wide open, he can easily see the officer's gaze on him. It's stiff and almost fun. He could make the comparison with an animal of course, but Woo Jin-Chul is not a prey. He is a predator ready to pounce.
He must not be aware yet that the predator in front of him is much more dangerous.
Jin-Woo just smiles and drops a few butterfly kisses on the agent's jawline. His skin is hot under His lips. When he gets to his ear, Woo Jin-Chul's hands go to his hair, and he tugs on some of his locks as if to ask him to step back.
"How long have you had your re-awakening?" He ends up asking.
When Jin-Woo pulls back a bit to look at Woo Jin-Chul, he notices that the agent's eyes are still fixed on him, completely unfazed. He takes it as a challenge, and finds himself smiling. He bends down again to return to his activities.
"Is it really important?” He runs his tongue over the officer's neck and is rewarded with a slight tremor.
Woo Jin-Chul sighs next to him, right in the hollow of his ear, and tugs at his locks again. Jin-Woo nibbles his skin a bit before letting go again to step back. One of the officer's hands lands on his cheek and it's funny because even his skin is hot.
"No. I guess not.” He finally answers, before kissing him.
It's not a sweet kiss. Oh, it is not brutal either, of course, Jin-Woo wouldn't allow himself that. Woo Jin-Chul is one of the only Association agents he tolerates and to be rough with him would be to risk killing him. He can't do that. So no, not brutal. Let's say more, powerful. Powerful and relentless. Their lips meet and do not let go. The pressure they exert is strong, without being painful, and Jin-Woo doesn't understand how Woo Jin-Chul's lips may be so hot.
He tastes like coffee. It certainly makes sense, since they just drank one but Jin-Woo thinks that even if he were to kiss the agent at other times, the taste would still be similar. It's not unpleasant. Really not.
Without stopping kissing him, Jin-Woo takes off both of their jackets. It's no surprise that the man is wearing a shirt without any wrinkles, and a perfectly made tie. With his perfectly styled hair, the man looks like the pinnacle of professionalism. Well, he could have looked like if he wasn't kissing one of the hunters he's supposed to be monitoring.
He runs his tongue over Woo Jin-Chul's palate and in response, the man claws at his scalp, almost drawing blood. He is adorable.
He helps him quickly get rid of his pants and underwear and you really have to believe that the man's entire body is hot, because when Jin-Woo puts one of his hands on his member, the heat that emerges is impressive. He does a few back-and-forth motions and puts his other hand on Woo Jin-Chul's balls. The motion makes him slightly grunt into his lips. Adorable.
He wants to see more reactions like that. The man closed his eyes but his hands did not leave his hair and his grip did not loosen. Jin-Woo tightens his own grip a bit and performs other moves, adding some spins to it. He gets new grunts. Perfect. His other hand leaves the agent's balls to go down a little more and Woo Jin-Chul's eyes quickly open to be fixed on him again. Not icy, but observant, patiently awaiting its future move.
Jin-Woo pulls out a tube of lube from his inventory.
Woo Jin-Chul's pupils seem to contract (it's miosis, Jin-Ah would say) to focus on this invisible point from which he has just taken the lubricant. He almost looks like a cat like that, not really understanding what's going on but still wanting answers. The agent turns away from the dot in the air to stare into Jin-Woo's eyes, for a few seconds, before deciding he won't get a response and proceeds to stare at the tube of lube.
Jin-Woo tries to distract him, really. He resumes his movements on his member, and kisses his lips again and other parts of his face but he no longer gets the reactions he had before. It's quite frustrating. Woo Jin-Chul isn't a very expressive person, clearly, but that's what made each of his little jolts even more interesting.
"Do you really want to ask questions right now?" He just asks, when he notices that the agent is still focused on the object that appeared, to him, out of nowhere.
“Spatial magic?” Woo Jin-Chul asks him back, and Jin-Woo stops himself from sighing. He remembers that the man below him is an agent of the surveillance department - it's his job to know the little secrets of the hunters. The agent's eyes are fixed on him again, and that satisfies him enough for him to agree to answer.
“Obviously.”
Woo Jin-Chul smiles a little and puts a hand on his pants, not yet been removed. The contact is pleasant but the fabric that separates them is too thick for it to be really helpful. Jin-Woo just kisses him again, and increases the pressure of his fingers on his member a bit. He bends down a little, kisses and nibbles the lobe of her ear, and, in a very soft voice, he whispers to him:
"Turn around, Chief Woo.”
Woo Jin-Chul does not make him repeat it. He frees himself a little from his grip to stand with his back to him, put both knees on the sofa, and grabs the piece of furniture to have something he can hold on to. He arches his back a bit to give Jin-Woo better access to his ass. Clearly, the agent doesn't seem to feel any sort of shame at the position - he has no reason to, he's quite good-looking after all.
Jin-Woo runs a hand underneath his shirt, and brushes against a few scars on the agent's back. He can't see them but, in a corner of his mind, he tells himself that if they ever decide to fuck together again, he will take the time to take off all his clothes so he can observe him properly. His hands continue their exploration, until they descend a little lower, at the level of his pelvis, then right to his ass. They are rather beautiful, and pleasant to touch, so he takes one in each hand to be able to massage them.
Woo Jin-Chul's breathing is smooth and controlled below him, but he occasionally lets out a few appreciative whispers (entirely under his control, of course), just to let him know he appreciates it.
Jin-Woo spreads both his buttocks and bends over, so he can taste them. He licks Woo Jin-Chul's hole with his tongue, and the man lets out an exclamation of surprise (not under his control this time). He likes the reaction, so he does it again. He runs his tongue over the hole, circles around it, and pushes a little, just to get a better taste of how he tastes and how hot he really he.
At the same time, he coats his fingers in lube, making sure to put on enough not to cause pain. Woo Jin-Chul must hear the noise because he turns his head a little to give him a look, before raising an eyebrow at his fingers. He gives him a small nod, as if to give him permission, before turning around again, and arching his back a little more.
And who is Jin-Woo to turn down that kind of invitation.
His tongue gives way to his thumb, which he slips inside of him without any problem. He adds his index and middle finger very quickly, without the slightest problem – without too much shaking on the Association’s agent side. The warmth he exudes is wonderful, and Jin-Woo craves to feel it all the way, not just through his fingers. He wants more.
After a few minutes, he withdraws his fingers and taps lightly on Woo Jin-Chul's pelvis who leans forward a little, giving him better access. He quickly takes off his pants and his underwear, and covers his dick with lubricant. He positions himself right at the agent's entrance and puts both hands around his waist.
"Are you ready, Chief Woo?”
Woo Jin-Chul nods, and Jin-Woo rewards him by kissing the back of his neck.
He penetrates him without further warning.
Below him, Woo Jin-Chul takes a deep breath and shakes a little with each movement. He moves his shoulders, his back, his legs; he arches his back a little more, as if to find the best position, the least painful one to deal with the intrusion. Jin-Woo places both hands on his buttocks and spreads them apart a bit. This allows him to get a little more space to continue to enter him, but it also gives him a better view of the point at which they are connected.
By dint of perseverance, Jin-Woo manages to fully enter inside of him (and damn it, he's not just hot – he's a real furnace, a volcano ready to erupt. He almost feels like to feel lava is boiling around him.) His belly is glued to the back of the Association agent and his balls come into contact with his skin.
He hadn't slept with anyone since the double dungeon incident, and he has to admit : he had missed it. It makes him want to enjoy it even more– and seeing Woo Jin-Chul writhing around his dick, hearing his breathing so difficult, is something very pleasant. He remembers the power the man exuded when they saw each other after Kang Tae-Shik's death, the shivers that ran through him.
“Are you planning to move one day, Mr. Sung?”
He feels Woo Jin-Chul's whole body totally contracted on him – he sees his nerves popping under his skin, his muscles moving in time with his heartbeat. He sees Woo Jin-Chul's fingers squeeze the back of the sofa, tearing the fabric, until they fit into the palms of his hands. He leans down so he can whisper his answer in his ear.
"No.”
The man below him lets out some sort of whisper that Jin-Woo can't decipher but he doesn't move. He accepts the decision without complaining about the pain or the wait. Truly, a man of impressive control! Jin-Woo longs to see him lose some of it.
“Do try to relax.” He orders and Woo Jin-Chul turns his head to glare at him.
He still obeys in the end– he takes deep breaths and makes sure to relax his muscles; to relax himself until Jin-Woo doesn't feel like he's being totally inhaled anymore – until the pressure is not as much as it was before.
He doesn't move though.
“Mr. Sung…” Woo Jin-Chul’s voice isn’t as controlled as when they started. He turns his head towards him, to give him his darkest glare, and Jin-Woo just answers him with his prettiest smile, all teeth showing.
“Chief Woo?” He responds, pretending he doesn't understand what is expected of him, because the man is shaking around him, and his gaze is getting hazier. Seeing him like that, Jin-Woo thinks he almost wants to see him beg. It must be a sight to see a man of such stature beg, beg him, to start moving.
"Do I need to remind you that you apparently have a busy schedule?"
Jin-Woo laughs softly. He doesn't really have a schedule, but he has to go home to cook, to make sure everything is ready when his sister comes home from school. He'll have to wait another time to make him beg - he hasn't left him yet, but he already knows he'll be craving the warmth of Woo Jin-Chul's body again.
He withdraws slowly, very slowly, to give the agent time to fully feel each of his movements. When he has only the tip of his member left inside him, he waits a few seconds, before slamming inside him in one big movement – powerful, relentless – and being completely inside him again.
Woo Jin-Chul let out a groan and his hands clenched the couch so hard that Jin-Woo heard a creak. The next second, the back of the couch collapses and the officer blurts out a vulgar word.
Jin-Woo chuckles, and puts both of his hands below his stomach, as if to support him, before helping him up, staying anchored inside of him. Woo Jin-Chul doesn't protest, and lets himself be guided to a wall in the room, which he immediately leans on with both palms of his hands. He tilts his upper body a little to make penetration easier.
“Try not to break the wall.” Jin-Woo whispers in his ear, his tone amused.
Woo Jin-Chul growls and moves his pelvis a bit to create some movement. This time, Jin-Woo doesn't make him wait and starts fucking him. He keeps one hand on his waist, so he doesn't move too much, and puts the other on his shoulder, right next to his tie (and he holds back so as not to catch it).
There is some relief in finally moving, and Jin-Woo realizes his own breathing is coming to him in a harder way. He keeps a steady, relentless pace and even when Woo Jin-Chul is shaking on his legs below him, his back fully arched, he doesn't stop. The agent meets him with every movement, moving his own pelvis so that the contact is greater.
(And he's hot, burning hot.)
The movements are regular and powerful and Woo Jin-Chul, when he no longer has any control over his voice and his body, is even more attractive than usual. He bites his lips and cheeks to camouflage the sounds he makes a bit, but Jin-Woo has always had good hearing and every one of his moans is a treasure.
(It's just a way to release pressure and stress, but damn it's good.)
Jin-Woo takes his hand off Woo Jin-Chul's shoulder to put it on his member. He repeats a few back-and-forth movements until he has a rhythm similar to that of his pelvis.
(He wants to hear him sing.)
He doesn't know how long their dance lasts, but the pressure of his fingers on Woo Jin-Chul's body is growing. His own breathing comes with difficulty and the Association’s agent must notice it. He turns his head a little and gives him a carnivorous smile.
“Come inside, it will be easier to clean.”
And who is Jin-Woo to refuse such a request?
His release is followed by Woo Jin-Chul’s own and Jin-Woo takes some time to kiss his neck, to leave some mark right behind his hair. They part right after, without exchanging a single word. It's not necessary - it was just a way to release some pressure. Even though Jin-Woo wouldn't say no to being offered to do it again, what they just did meant nothing.
(Just before leaving, he notices that there are marks on the wall. Next time, he wants Woo Jin-Chul's hands on him, just to see if he can mark him.)
To his surprise, he meets Woo Jin-Chul again the same evening, his leader, Go Gun-Hee, with him. He gets an explanation of the organization of the Association, the reason for the three-day wait between the two evaluations, and also a proposal to join the Association, to work directly under one of the strongest men in Korea. He refuses, of course – there are too many things he has to deal with, but he cannot say that the proposal is not interesting.
Woo Jin-Chul walks him out of the hospital, even though after all these years, Jin-Woo thinks he knows the way. It doesn't matter, he doesn't say no to the company after this information-laden evening. Once in the hospital’s hall, the Association’s agent speaks quietly and quickly, a goodbye.
"Thank you for your time.”
The head of the surveillance division bows in front of him, at a perfect angle, and gets up after a time necessary to convey his gratitude. When he is upright again, he turns to start again, and returns to his superior's side. Jin-Woo feels like holding him back, just a little bit longer, and he already feels the smile forming on his lips.
“Oh, Chief Woo?” The man stops and turns to him, "I hope our meeting this afternoon wasn't an attempt to recruit me?"
The man lowers his head a little to look at him over his sunglasses, in disbelief. For a few seconds, as if time has stopped, he doesn't move and Jin-Woo does the same. Then, Woo Jin-Chul rolls his eyes and walks back inside the hospital. The only thing Jin-Woo hears in response, other than the receding footsteps, is his tired sigh.
It makes him laugh a little to be honest.