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Honestly, for all that man’s talk, he is a supremely bad lay. Not that Daniel has any point of reference, but the fact he anticipates their sexy times with utter boredom and just wants it to be over with proved enough.
Sex is supposed to feel good, right? Good for both of them?
It is not that Gun even cares. He just takes whatever he wants, and however he wants- then fucks off. It is up to Daniel if he manages to come after rubbing himself off on the bedsheets or quietly jerks off in the shower, or just not.
One time he had been so sleepy and tired, he had just sleepily nodded to Gun when Gun once again slid into his bed, not that Gun felt like someone who cares about whether Daniel wanted it or not. He had fallen asleep to Gun fingering him with lube-slick fingers, and he had to wake up some hours later to his legs up on Gun’s shoulders as he fucked him.
This man is fucking unsatiable. All of Vasco’s stamina training has been coming to use now.
Really, will it kill Gun to use a condom for once? Does he care that every fucking night or day Daniel has to clean off multiple rounds of come out? But of course, somehow using Condoms is beneath him.
‘I’m the great Park Jong Gun. No condom in this world is good enough for my dick’, Daniel mutters, as Gun comes in him for the first time tonight. At least you could pull out, fucker.
All-day training, which is pretty much getting the fuck beaten out of you in some junkyard, then getting fucked out of your mind from arguably bad sex, topped off by dozing off to a semiconscious state as some medical lab rat is doing unimaginable damage to his psyche at this point, his poor other body. He is miserable.
At least the suite Gun chose is nice. Definitely better than anything Daniel could ever afford (not counting the money the detective had given him, which was gone now). The warm water and hotel food sure are nice. The beds are always made new and fresh anytime they come back. The hotel staff never ask about all the damaged and torn-up property in the room. Gun must be paying them really, really well.
Although Gun complains anytime he picks up more than one slice of pizza or more than one burger, saying it is bad for training yadda yadda yadda. Like Gun himself is not drowning in wine and sake every single day and night, speedrunning lung cancer with multiple cigarette packs every day. Daniel has even woken up early sometimes to find that fucker lying on the sofa half-naked with wine and cigarettes first thing in the morning.
He just chugs whiskey from the bottle.
But of course, two burgers were bad for Daniel.
Hypocritical bastard.
Daniel will never manage to get the scent of cigarettes off his clothes at this rate. Him wrinkling his nose anytime Gun pulls up another stick makes the man smoke faster in vindication as if he is speedrunning lung cancer. he swears. Because he was an asshole like that.
This arrangement had started days after they started training together when they went to sleep in their separate beds in the suite. Daniel had been startled awake at night by another hand fumbling for him inside the blanket. He had been a bit sensitive towards another’s presence in his space, even asleep after the whole stalker incident. He had not been having good sleep either.
“GAAAAAAAAAH”, Daniel had said, very intelligently.
Gun slapped a hand on his mouth, “Shut the fuck up.”
Daniel was a virgin, not stupid (Well he was technically both stupid and virgin then, but he does not wanna think of it that way. He was undoubtedly more virgin than he is stupid. Positivity everyone!!). He understood what Gun wanted, and he blames it on teenage hormones that he had let Gun do whatever he wanted. One of the worst decisions of his life, and he has made a lot of bad decisions.
Daniel is on his hands and knees. If not for the hold Gun has on his neck, Daniel may have already hit his head on the bedpost with how hard Gun is driving into him. He breaths open-mouthed, he is hard today. Just a little bit more, and he will be able to come.
Just a bit more.
He balances precariously on one hand and snakes the other down to touch his dick. He wraps his hand around his dick, head hanging low as his hand speeds up. He is so, so, so close, just a bit more. He does not stop the louder moans filling his mouth. He had always been vocal, and he honestly does not care about Gun enough to try and save his dignity now. That bastard should even be honoured he can hear anything and Daniel has not fallen asleep from how unimpressive all of this is.
The heat builds in his muscles, as his hand slowly forgoes all rhythm. And there- almost-
Gun slaps his hand away from his dick, “Don’t touch”.
“FUCK YOU.” Daniel kicks Gun. Even in his half-lust and annoyed state, he is a bit impressed with himself that the kick lands on Gun. Well. Gun definitely did not expect it, when he should have. He is definitely someone who should get kicked more in bed. Absolutely horrible, selfish bastard.
Gun pulls out and flips Daniel on his back, before sliding in again. “You can come without touching yourself.”
Daniel kicks again, aiming for Gun’s face this time. Gun catches him by his ankle, “The fuck is your problem?”
Daniel sits up on his elbows, and takes a long, good look at Gun, at his unimpressed, mildly inconvenienced expression.
Oh, Oh. Now the problem is Daniel’s. Just die you fucking bastard. No wonder no one wants you. Fuck you.
“Are you fucking serious?” Daniel is so annoyed, so incredulous, he huffs out a laugh, “ You think I can come from
that?
You can’t even fuck me properly, and you want me to come from that. Great!”
He flops back on the bed. His head misses the bedpost by an inch.
Oh wow! A concussion actually would have been a better way to end his night
.
Tears prickle behind his eyelids in frustration. He just wants to pull the covers on himself and go to sleep. He can’t. Because even now his legs are over a madman’s shoulder, and a dick inside him. And the said dick is not even hard! The disrespect. The shame. Oh, and he is going to get killed by the very madman.
Fuck finding his body, he wishes the bed would open up into the valley of darkness and he disappears forever.
“The fuck,” Gun sticks his lips out, the way he always does when Daniel manages to tick him off (which happens fairly often, once every twenty minutes if Daniel is feeling generous),” Do you mean?”
“You suck at this, like really, really bad.”
Well, if Daniel is going to die anyway, might just die for an honourable cause, such as letting Gun know that he might be good at fighting on the streets, but not in sheets.
Gun pulls out in one smooth motion, carelessly dropping Daniels’s leg. Daniel winces, but he stubbornly keeps his mouth closed in a straight line, and his eyes shut too. How did the saying go again? ‘Out of Sight and out of mind.’
“You know just refusing to look at me won’t make me magically disappear, you fucking brat?”
Daniel stays silent. Gun is not here, definitely not here. He is hearing things!!
“Stop trying to pep-talk yourself into thinking I am not here.”
Yep, Daniel is totally, really alone in his bed right now. Like totally.
Gun slaps him.
Okay now, that’s a bit too far, voices in your head don’t usually hit you. Daniel has to intervene.
Daniel opens his eyes and promptly punches Gun on his stomach, annoyed. Now he is a bit sad too. Gun could at least be a bit nicer!! Right! When his dick was inside him just minutes ago. Seriously, why did he even expect anything else from this guy?
He can feel his lips form a pout without his permission. He really really hopes the light here is dim enough that Gun won’t be able to point it out and make fun of him.
“Oh so, that’s how you want to play, fine!”
Daniel can hear the excitement in Gun’s voice, he wants to fight it out. Fighting, fucking all might as well be the same to that guy. He sighs, it is on him to expect anything else. He pulls the discarded cover from the side, pulls it over himself and rolls over. He gallantly ignores the wetness and slickness between his legs. All of this can be his problem for tomorrow.
Of course, the madman won’t even let him have that, He tears off Daniel’s cover, “Stop ignoring me, you brat.”
“And what do you mean, I suck? Do you have a frame of reference? You virgin-”
Gun stops his rant, instead narrowing his eyes at Daniel.
“Ah. So that is how it is.”
Daniel stares at Gun. Gun seems to have reached some kind of conclusion. Daniel is not sure about a lot of things in his life, but for this one, he is 100% damn sure it is the wrong one.
“I was thinking it was a bit suspicious that you would risk your life for him like this, even to go as far as to ask me for my help,” Gun forces Daniel's legs open, crawling between them. He reminds Daniel of a panther approaching his prey. “And that foolish idiot would even tell you where to find me, and to let you use the badge I gave him…”
Gun’s shark eyes stare down Daniel’s eyes, “So he is the one banging you all this time before me, huh? I wonder what he is going to say when he finds out that the evil guy he despises so much is fucking his little sweetheart.”
Daniel did not know whether to laugh or cry. Firstly, no Gun, he did not despise him all that much. Secondly, yes he does get angry at himself for letting Gun do this, sometimes.
And thirdly…..no actually Daniel does not really have any other point. This is enough complicated as it is.
“No, Gun, You-”
“Shut it, you are going to tell me I’m wrong, you fucking slut. Did that Daniel fuck you that well? Oh, clearly not well enough if you are here spreading your legs for the first guy to come along after he is gone.” Gun slides his dick in again, “And you are comparing me to him? Do you think about him when I fuck you?”
Gun pushes his entire dick in him in one motion, making Daniel cry out. The lube and cum between his legs had gotten dry enough to make it feel rough.
“I can’t believe that idiot would fuck
this
while ignoring me and this vermin dares to compare me to someone else in bed? Bad at sex?” Gun spits out, bitterly.
Daniel's brain stops to a halt.
Wait, wait, one sec.
“Gun, if you are going to be jealous, first decide who you are going to be jealous over.”
Gun grips the back of Daniel’s thighs before bending them over Daniel’s shoulder, his thrusts getting rougher, “Who is jealous? As if?”
“Oh, you soooo are.” Despite his back killing him, Daniel suddenly wants to cackle like a madman. Oh, he can play this game. Fuck you Gun. Stay bitter.
“Does this make you mad that Daniel would fuck me over you? Or,” Daniel pretends to ponder, “That he can fuck me better than you ever will.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Gun clasps Daniel’s mouth with one of his palms. His thrusts are angry now. It hurts, but Daniel cannot bring himself to care, now that he has hit the jackpot. He licks Gun’s hand, one wet wide swipe.
Gun definitely sees Daniel’s grin in his eyes because he seems to get even more worked up. Gun pulls away his hand. He spreads Daniel’s legs wider. He uses the palm Daniel drooled on to caress against Daniel's hole, swollen and red.
Daniel whines. Gun slides in a finger alongside his dick in Daniel.
“What the-”
Gun chuckles, “Oh you can’t tell me you didn’t think about this, bet you can fit both Daniel and me in you at the same time, can not you? You’re loose enough for that.”
Daniel suppresses a groan as two of Gun’s fingers thrust in, not quite believing how stretched he is. His brain has turned to cotton, and his stomach is squishy. He will come like this, untouched if he doesn’t pass out from how overwhelming all of this feels now. He feels high, just like he had been on all those actual drugs.
His horny hormonal brain is conjuring up the reality where he really was the one getting fucked by Gun and his perfect body. He wonders briefly, does that body know how to fuck properly too? Just like it has perfected everything else?
He wonders about putting it to the test when he finally gets it back. He had been woefully shortsighted all this time. Maybe the sex would actually feel better.
Gun’s palm slaps against his cheek again, “Don’t get distracted, you better take responsibility for all that talk, Park Daniel.”
The haze wears off, Daniel is harshly pulled out and back into this mindless thrusting Gun is putting him through again. He reaches out, despite the pain and discomfort, to put his arm around Gun. He never did it before, he had always been more of a just lie there, and put up with whatever the great Park Jonggun puts him through kind of person.
Tonight seems to be full of surprises.
Gun falters too. Yet, one of his hands wraps around Daniel’s waist, placing him perfectly on his lap, as he speeds back up again. Daniel rests his head on Gun’s shoulder.
It is hard to speak, all his mouth seems to do right now is let out whines and pant anytime Daniel tries.
Still. He must.
“Gun, maybe you are the one who needs to be fucked by Daniel.”
Gun freezes.
Daniel whispers, perfectly sweet-“Come on, is that not what you wanted? Did you wonder if he fucks like he fights? Do you want to fuck me, while Daniel fucks you?”
Gun's nails are digging into his skin now, but Daniel has never been a big fan of self-preservation ever. He can’t seem to stop his mouth from talking, and he does not want to stop either.
“Maybe he can teach you how to fuck better? Or-”
Gun is dead silent in his arms. The cock inside Daniel is still hard.
Daniel stops for a moment. He knows he is going to regret what he says next. His voice gets lower.
“I can teach you. How he fucks. After all, I should return you some favour for how much you have been teaching me, right, Master Gun?”
Gun pulls out the fingers from inside him, to grip his thighs instead as he thrusts in, speedier. Gun seems to be shaking. Daniel briefly wonders what Gun is fantasizing about, which Daniel in particular he is thinking about.
Then all Daniel can do is tighten in arms even harder against Gun’s shoulder and moan open-mouthed as his own dick feels so sensitive and hot trapped between both of their bodies, whatever precum is leaking does not help the friction. It is painful. It is wonderful. It is so hot. He is sweating yet his whole body is shuddering. It is all too much.
Soon Gun is shaking even more, and soon Daniel can feel the familiar heat and wetness in him, Gun rests his head against Daniel’s shoulder as he comes. He is groaning. He is never too vocal.
That takes Daniel out too, he bites Gun’s shoulder just to have something to ground himself with. Ah well, they both do leave plenty of bruises on one another, what’s one more?
Both of them flop against the bed, Gun on top of him. Despite the Ac blasting, it all still feels so hot, Daniel struggles and rolls out of Gun’s hold. Gun lets out a displeased groan but does not move further.
Daniel had just come, but he can feel the adrenaline still sparking under his veins. He wants to push this, whatever is going on, more and more and more and more until it comes back to bite him.
He stares at the ceiling silently, until Gun’s breath evens out alongside him. The man is not asleep yet either, he can tell. It is just a little bit disconcerting that Daniel can tell if Gun is sleeping or not without even any active observation by now. He tries not to dwell on that too much.
“Maybe you can start off by putting your mouth to good use, clean me out?”
Daniel grins.
He can see Gun’s widened expression in his peripherals.
“Fucking cheeky brat.”
Daniel shrugs. Gun did not say no. Daniel considers it a win.