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"Come on Hwa, please?" Hongjoong pleaded, ready to get down on his knees and beg if that's what it took.
"And where is this supposed other father, hmm? You said she's got another father, right? Why is it that I'm always watching her?' Seonghwa asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well, Mingi is a bounty hunter. So he's not home much." Hongjoong said, fidgeting with his hands.
Seonghwa merely hummed. "She ate my boots last time."
Hongjoong pointed an accusatory finger at him, "I paid for the boots in full, and I told you not to bring her in the house!"
Seonghwa sighed heavily. She just looked so sad sitting out in her pen. He really had such a soft heart when it came to animals. Pepper was a good goat, she really was, but he still had to give Hongjoong shit for it. What were best friends for after all? "Fine. Put her in the pen, and I'll feed her later."
"You're a lifesaver, Hwa!" Hongjoong grabbed his hands and squeezed them before grabbing the lead on Pepper, "Come on girl. Uncle Seonghwa is gonna take care of you while Daddy tends to some business."
Seonghwa didn't want to ask, just in case it made him an accessory to a crime. He knew Hongjoong and Mingi got up to illegal things, their wanted posters were plastered around saloons, but no one was dumb enough to confront them about it. Not unless they wanted to leave with new decorations, if they left at all. Nope, absolutely none of his business. Things were wild here in the west. This wasn't the first time Hongjoong had asked him to watch his kid. A goat named Pepper that they found while on a hunt. She had a collar that bore a marigold earring, just like the one Seonghwa wore in his ear. It meant if you dared to fuck with either one of them, you'd face down the wrath of Kim Hongjoong.
He felt a little silly to wear the symbol of a man he had no romantic attraction to, but what choice did he have? To try to make it out in the wild west, and not have some sort of protection in place was foolhardy. He was lucky to have Hongjoong on his side. Even if it meant having to watch a goat with a never ending stomach, and a taste for his shoes.
He went into the kitchen to pull together a meal for the goat. Pepper could eat anything (like cowboy boots) but she liked peppers and lettuce the best. Lucky for her, he had just that sitting in his fridge. He was contemplating making a salad for himself, so he didn't mind sharing with her. Hell she was the only one who would eat a salad with him. Joong hated veggies and his boyfriend Wooyoung called cucumbers the actual devil. He didn't know Mingi well enough to know if he liked salad. He'd never met the man before. But he was Hongjoong's friend, so he must be trustworthy, right? Of course, all of Hongjoong's friends were nice. He'd met some of them briefly, but he considered them close enough. Maybe not take on the government and overthrow the system close, but at least close enough to share a meal together.
He brought Pepper her salad and pet her head as she ate. She was soft. Hongjoong must have washed her recently. She did look shiny and white. Seonghwa sighed heavily at that. "He takes better care of you then he does himself."
He liked having Pepper around because talking to her felt way less crazy than talking to himself.
Especially when he came home from the market. "He better bring back some serious money. Because at this rate, I'll have to feed Pepper my damn boots. The price of lettuce! It's highway robbery."
Pepper made a noise, he assumed she agreed with him.
For three days he did this.
And on the fourth night, the goat's cry of distress made him sit up in bed. He grabbed his gun, and peeked out the door. He saw a very tall man gesticulating wildly at the goat and whispering to her while walking closer to the pen. Seonghwa quickly walked outside, and cocked his gun pointing it at the man's back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The man's arms flew up, showing he was unarmed, "I'm here for Pepper."
Very few people knew the goat's name, but that didn't mean shit. "She ain't going nowhere. She's staying here with me. You don't know who you're fucking with."
The man slowly turned around. Oh, he was handsome. Plush lips, a cute nose, eyes like a wolf. Damn, he really didn't want to have to shoot the guy.
"My name is Song Mingi. Pepper here is mine."
Seonghwa had a choice here. He could have put his gun down and said he knew the man. What he did was something entirely different. "The man in the wanted photos? I'm gonna call Sheriff Choi."
"Woah, woah, woah. Hey, we don't need to get the cops involved. Just let me take Pepper, and I'll get out of your hair."
"She belongs to my dearest friend Hongjoong. I can't let you take her. But…my silence can be bought."
Mingi eyed him for a moment. He let himself stand a little straighter, he narrowed his eyes, and tilted his head to the side, "Name your price. I'll pay whatever you want."
A deranged smirk touched Seonghwa's lips, and he stepped closer to Mingi, pointing his gun in his face now, "A fella can get mighty lonely living out here in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps you can help me scratch this itch."
Mingi's eyes widened not expecting this turn of events, but he smirked, "So you want to fuck me?"
Seonghwa shook his head, stepping closer and pressing the cold steel of the barrel against the bottom of his chin, "No, I want you to fuck me. But don't think I'm so easy. You better fuck me so good, and hard that I can't walk to the phone to call the sheriff. Can you do that for me, Mr. Song?"
Mingi swallowed hard, he could feel his Adam's apple bump against the grip of the pistol. "Yeah. I think I can do that."
Seonghwa smiled now, all perfect teeth and sparkling eyes. A stark contrast to the face he wore just a second ago. "Come on in, Mr. Song. Pepper, go back to sleep.” He grabbed Mingi’s arm, and pushed him in front of him, keeping the revolver trained on his back. Mingi went along surprisingly easy, all things considered. If Seonghwa was being completely honest, he wasn’t actually going to force Mingi into something he didn’t want. If he didn’t want this, Seonghwa would drop the act, and apologize. But Mingi wasn’t fighting him at all. Even with a gun, there was a good chance he could easily overpower Seonghwa, but he wasn’t. He was following instructions like a well trained puppy, and that excited him even further.
Once they made it inside and he guided Mingi to his room, he pointed his gun when the man turned around, "Strip." He said simply. He saw a drop of sweat slide down Mingi's temple. He swallowed thickly before beginning to take his clothes off nice and slow. Seonghwa knew it was to show him he wasn't reaching for a weapon, but he let himself feel like it was a private show. Mingi's body was sexy. His chest was broad, his waist was small, his ass was firm. He was taller than Seonghwa, and the thought made his toes curl. He'd never met a man taller than him, as he had a bit of height on him. The thought had Seonghwa squirming in place. He'd worn a nightgown to bed, and was bare underneath. His cock was already hiking up the gown. He could also feel lube sliding down the backs of his thighs. He always slept better after an orgasm, so he was loose and ready.
"Now, lay down and lube your cock." He said, nodding to the bottle next to the lamp.
"What about you?" Mingi asked. Even in such a situation he somehow still cared about Seonghwa. How cute.
"I'll be just fine." He cooed as he walked towards the bed. He straddled Mingi in one fluid motion. "Don't move." He said, holding the gun against Mingi's nose. The man swallowed and nodded as Seonghwa grabbed the base of his cock. Oh yes he had seen this monster, and he wanted it. Slowly, keeping intimidating eye contact with Mingi, He let his large cock breach his entrance. He moaned, trying not to lose himself in the bliss of a real cock after so long. “Nice and thick.” He said breathily.
“Fucking tight.” Mingi groaned, his voice strained as he grabbed onto Seonghwa's small waist. His massive hands engulfed Seonghwa completely. His hands were calloused, and Seonghwa could feel the power behind them. Mingi could easily overpower him if he wanted, but he didn't. Something about that sent a spark of heat through his core.
He rolled his hips, bouncing steadily on Mingi's large cock that was rubbing against every sensitive part of his insides. The thick head plowed its way through his core to make room for his girthy shaft. He leaned back, holding his weight on his arms, and balanced himself on Mingi's knee. This offered an unobstructed view of his lithe frame and gorgeous body line. Broad shoulders, small waist, wide hips. A perfect hourglass. He licked his lips, and readjusted the hold of the gun in his sweaty palm. “Come on, you promised me a good time. Don't make me do all the work.” he said, giving Mingi a sultry stare.
Mingi put his feet down onto the mattress while keeping a firm grip on Seonghwa's waist. He bucked his hips up hard, fucking up into his warm wet hole.
Seonghwa choked, eyes rolling back and his grip on the gun went slack. Holy shit that felt good. He wished they could kiss instead of having to readjust his grip on the gun. Something to drown out all these noises that Mingi forced out of his mouth. His cock was just so massive and the way he rolled his hips was sinful. “Yes ~nngh. F-fuck me just like that. You're doing so good for me.” He whined out. He didn't miss the way Mingi's cock twitched hard and heavy inside of him at the praise. He smirked in satisfaction.
Mingi groaned, sweat sliding down his face from exertion. His nails dug crescents into Seonghwa's hips as he held on for dear life. He was doing all the work, and yet Seonghwa's insides were clinging and pulling him very quickly to his end. His toes curled as he bit down on his plush lips. He decided to take a chance. He quickly sat up and grabbed Seonghwa by the back of the neck, and tugged him down into a kiss. They both moaned at the contact. Mingi licked across Seonghwa's plump lips and moaned against his mouth and he came deep inside of him.
Seonghwa groaned in delight at being filled so deep. He reached for his cock with his free hand, and didn't even get two full strokes in before he came in his fist, and spilled over onto Mingi's firm abdomen.
Seonghwa's thighs were trembling, but he managed to pull himself off Mingi's cock and laid next to him, ignoring the cum spilling out of him, “You made good on your promise. I can't get to the phone. Take Pepper.”
“You're fucking crazy!” Mingi yelled, grabbing the gun out of Seonghwa's limp hand, “How did you expect to even shoot me when this gun is empty?” He asked, opening the cylinder to somehow punctuate its emptiness.
Seonghwa giggled and shrugged, “Maybe pistol whip you. I wanted to save face when I remembered I emptied it out yesterday to clean it. When did you find out?”
“The minute you pointed it at me.”
“Why did you go along with it?”
Mingi shrugged, “You're hot?”
“Eloquent answer, Mr. Song.” Seonghwa said while rolling onto his back and stretching out languidly, like a cat.
“Thank you Mr …what is your name?”
“My name is Park Seonghwa.”
“Joong’s best friend? And you threatened to shoot me? You know I'm Pepper’s other dad.”
“Much like you thought I was hot, I thought you were too.”
Mingi growled, climbing on top of Seonghwa grabbing his delicate wrists pinning them above his head, “I'm going to make you pay for that.” He whispered against Seonghwa's lips.
Seonghwa's eyes were wide, “H-how?”
Mingi leaned down and tenderly kissed Seonghwa's mouth, “With my lips, and a second round.”
Seonghwa let his legs fall open. He could definitely do that. It was still worth it even when Hongjoong yelled at him the next morning about exposing his daughter to their perverse actions. He rolled his eyes while getting a lecture as Mingi got up to get dressed. He could only imagine the things Pepper had seen considering Hongjoong and Wooyoung were her parents.
“I'll see you soon, Hwa.” Mingi said, kissing his cheek before leaving.
Hongjoong continued ranting and raving as he walked away with Mingi, holding onto Pepper's leash.
Whatever, if Hongjoong didn't shut up, he'd tell Wooyoung to feed the goat Hongjoong's cowboy hat. Better than his boots.