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Dripping and Dangerous
The headlights swept across the quiet street just outside Jaewon’s apartment as Kanghyuk’s car pulled up. It was already past six, the sky dipped in navy and a soft summer breeze stirred the leaves. The world held its breath in the humming evening silence.
The moment Kanghyuk parked, Jaewon came trotting out of the building, a pale beige blur against the dark.
His cream-colored suit was neatly pressed, blazer slightly oversized, the hem flaring subtly with every step. Underneath, a thin striped shirt peeked out. Fitted, with the collar buttoned and a black necktie knotted tight at his throat. His glasses reflected the streetlights as he jogged up to the car, lips curled into a grin.
He pulled open the passenger door, exhaling a little breath of effort as he slid in.
“Hyung—!” He froze. Kanghyuk looked over, amused.
Jaewon blinked, wide-eyed. “I mean, Gyosunim. Sorry. I didn’t mean—uh—I’m still rewiring my brain.”
Kanghyuk chuckled low in his throat. “Careful. You almost slipped before we even got to the restaurant.”
“I know!” Jaewon groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “What if I do it in front of Dr. Han? I’ll have to fake a coughing fit or something.”
Kanghyuk gave him a slow, sideways look, gaze lingering a second too long. Watching Jaewon flustered always did something to him. Something he didn’t like to name. Jaewon grinned and buckled his seatbelt with a little hum.
“Anyway, I tried to dress like a responsible fellow tonight,” he said, brushing invisible lint off his beige blazer. “I even wore this stupid tie. Don’t I look decent?”
Kanghyuk’s gaze dragged slowly down the crisp lines of Jaewon’s body. His jaw tightened before he could stop it. “You look like someone I’m going to have trouble ignoring all night.”
Jaewon laughed, the kind that curled at the edges, soft and unguarded. His scent was light and sweet, brushed with subtle citrus cologne. His grin suddenly faltered, just slightly. His breath hitched but subtle. Kanghyuk didn’t seem to notice.
Kanghyuk then pulled onto the road, soft music playing low from the stereo. The night is quiet aside from the low hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of wind.
Jaewon leaned back into the leather seat, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his blazer. He tugged at the sleeves once, then adjusted his tie, exhaling slowly.
Kanghyuk glanced over. “You okay?”
Jaewon hummed. “Just… hot. Tonight feels warmer than usual, right?”
“Doesn’t feel that hot to me.” Kanghyuk replied but his hand moved anyway, reaching down to lower the air-cond.
The next few seconds blurred. Jaewon shifted again, one leg crossed over the other and reached for his tie with both hands. He loosened the knot, tugging it down until it hung half-undone, collar popped open to reveal the hollow of his throat.
Then, the blazer. He shrugged it off his shoulders with a small sigh, exposing the crisp curve of his shirt, the faint twitch of his pulse just beneath his skin.
And that’s when Kanghyuk caught it. The shift.
The scent in the air was no longer light and sweet with a layer of citrus. It was something softer, fruitier, and deeper now. Blooming like heat over embers. Sweet and wild. The air inside the car was changing. Like gravity itself had tipped slightly toward Jaewon. Like even the leather seats knew what was coming.
Kanghyuk’s hands tightened subtly on the wheel.
Jaewon was flushed now, pink blooming across his cheeks and the curve of his throat. His legs shifted restlessly, blazer crumpled beside him on the seat. He kept adjusting his tie only to give up and tug at the open collar of his shirt, fingers twitching like he couldn’t get comfortable in his own skin.
The scent was thicker now, curling into the air like something alive. Jaewon leaned his head back, eyes half-lidded behind his glasses, lips parted as his breath came shorter.
“Fuck,” he whispered, almost to himself. “It’s starting.”
“My heat,” he added, voice cracking. “I thought I had a few more days. I didn’t think it’d hit like this. I can feel it crawling under my skin.”
Kanghyuk’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, trying to focus on the road even though his peripheral vision was all flushed cheeks, bare throat, and twitching thighs.
“Hyung…” Jaewon leaned toward him, voice barely a whisper. Rough, trembling and soaked in need.
“I don’t think we can make it to dinner. I want you now. Right now.” Jaewon’s tone turned coy. Too honest and too open.
His scent punched through the air, sharp and intoxicating now. like it wanted to drag Kanghyuk under. Like it knew exactly what buttons to press.
Kanghyuk didn’t speak much. He just flicked on the blinker, made a hard right turn and headed toward the first dark, empty side street he could find.
Kanghyuk turned onto a narrow, dimly lit road just off the highway. A stretch flanked by trees and silence. He brought the car to a slow stop beneath a patch of darkness, engine humming low. The moment he shifted into park, he turned toward Jaewon.
Jaewon was already breathing hard, flushed pink and trembling. Pupils so blown they looked nearly black. His blazer had been tossed off, his tie loosened and collar open. With shaking fingers, he took off his glasses and placed them gently in the cupholder.
Kanghyuk leaned in, catching his mouth in a kiss. Slow, grounding, and meant to soothe. But Jaewon moaned into it. Needy, breathy, and already rutting up into Kanghyuk’s thigh from his seat. His legs instinctively parted as if his body couldn’t bear not to open up.
“Hyunghh…” Jaewon gasped against his lips, “…please—please—do something.”
Kanghyuk’s breath caught. He pulled back just a little, trying to think past the heat crawling under his skin. “Wait,” he said, voice rough. “Let me just text Dr. Han. If we don’t show up—”
Jaewon froze. His gaze sharpened. Not with anger but something more broken, more needy.
“…You’re stopping to text?” His voice trembled, high and incredulous, like a kicked puppy. “Hyung…”
Kanghyuk faltered, phone in hand. “Just two seconds, Jaewon-ah,” he murmured, trying to type one-handed. “I need to say we’re not coming. Personal emergency—”
Jaewon whimpered. Actually whimpered. Then, in a voice wrecked with heat, “Hyung… you pulled away.”
Kanghyuk looked up and that was when it hit him. They had only just started dating. They had kissed a few times, slept tangled on a couch twice, held hands in the stairwell when no one was looking.
But this? This feral, flushed version of Jaewon practically vibrating in his seat, scent rich and devastating, heat crackling through every nerve? He hadn’t known. He hadn’t known Jaewon’s heat would turn him into something wild.
And right now, Jaewon looked one second from breaking.
“Jaewon-ah—” Kanghyuk startled.
Jaewon moved and climbed into Kanghyuk’s lap in one fluid motion. Straddling his thighs, completely pantless, shirt untucked and tie hanging like a noose around his throat. He let out a broken sigh of relief as his bare skin pressed down onto Kanghyuk’s clothed lap.
His hips immediately rolled forward, grinding himself against Kanghyuk’s thigh like he couldn’t help it, like he didn’t even care anymore. Desperation clung to him like sweat. His breath hitched, lips parted, and a needy whine spilled from his throat.
“I need you to touch me. I need your fingers, your mouth, anything. Please—” he panted, voice thick and ragged. “I’ll go insane if you don’t.”
Kanghyuk, still holding the phone in midair, couldn’t breathe. Jaewon reached down, grabbed the phone from his hand and gently but firmly tossed it over his shoulder into the backseat. It landed with a soft thump.
“You can deal with them after,” Jaewon murmured, lips ghosting along Kanghyuk’s throat. His voice was barely a whisper now. Hoarse, pleading and ruined. “Right now… you’re mine.”
Kanghyuk’s breath caught. Mine. Like the word had teeth.
And when Jaewon rolled his hips again, wet slick dampening the front of Kanghyuk’s slacks, he let out the softest, filthiest moan. Yet, half-broken, half-prayer.
“I need to feel you inside me,” Jaewon whispered. “Please, hyung. I’ll take it all. I’ll be good. Just—just give it to me.”
Heat soaked through every layer. Jaewon’s skin flushed and glowing, thighs trembling as he rutted slowly and needy against Kanghyuk’s clothed crotch. His shirt hung open at the bottom, brushing over Kanghyuk’s stomach and his tie dangled like a black ribbon begging to be tugged.
“Fuuuck—” Kanghyuk groaned, deep and guttural, the sound scraped from somewhere low in his chest. His head thudded back against the seat, jaw clenched, every muscle drawn tight beneath Jaewon’s grinding hips. He wanted to ruin him but gently. Thoroughly and completely.
Jaewon was already panting against his neck and hips rolling instinctively chasing friction without thought. His body was trembling, pupils blown wide, and cheeks glowing pink with fevered heat.
Then he took Kanghyuk’s hand. Guided it down with trembling fingers, dragging it past the flat of his stomach, lower and lower until Kanghyuk’s fingers brushed the waistband of his boxers.
“Touch me,” Jaewon whispered, eyes locked on Kanghyuk’s like a challenge. A plea wrapped in a dare.
Kanghyuk swallowed hard. Jaewon kept going. He slid Kanghyuk’s hand past the waistband and down, behind him, between his cheeks.
His skin burned. Soft and flushed, drenched through with slick. Kanghyuk’s fingers slipped easily through it, obscene and wet.
“Holy fuck—you’re soaking through everything,” Kanghyuk hissed.
“You didn’t even touch me yet,” Jaewon breathed against his ear, voice slurring with lust. “I’m already dripping for you. My body’s begging for your dick, hyung.”
Kanghyuk’s hips twitched up without permission. Jaewon felt it. His thighs tightened around him and that shattered what was left of Kanghyuk’s restraint.
He hauled Jaewon forward in his lap, grinding hard into the heat between Jaewon’s legs. His mouth found Jaewon’s neck, biting down hard, leaving a fresh mark. Jaewon wailed, a filthy, high-pitched moan that bordered on sobbing. His nails claw down Kanghyuk’s chest.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Kanghyuk growled, voice low and dangerous, every word punching out through clenched teeth.
“Then show me,” Jaewon whimpered. He ground down harder, sobbing against Kanghyuk’s jaw. “Please, hyung. I want it so bad—it hurts.”
His thighs trembled. His scent thickened into a wild cloud of lust, thick and sweet and intoxicating. That whisper alone almost broke Kanghyuk.
Because Kanghyuk was learning something. This Jaewon, flushed and glassy-eyed in his lap, scent sweet and slick and begging, was feral in heat but still so easy to unravel. And Kanghyuk? He wanted to drag it out. Wanted to hear Jaewon beg. Wanted to feel the desperation build under his fingertips like pressure ready to snap.
He grabbed the waistband of Jaewon’s boxers and yanked. Not enough to tear them but enough to bare him, enough for Jaewon to gasp as cool air kissed his burning skin.
Kanghyuk’s hand dipped between Jaewon’s cheeks again, bare skin meeting bare desire. The moment his finger breached him, he was swallowed by molten heat, like butter on fire.
“Aah—f-fuckkk—nghh!” Jaewon’s moan cracked through the car like lightning. Desperate and high, trembling with helpless pleasure. It echoed off the fogged windows as his hips jerked wildly. “H-Hyung—”
“You were going to go to dinner like this?” Kanghyuk muttered, voice low and dangerous, his finger sliding deeper. “Needy as fuck, just waiting for someone to finger you under the table. What were you gonna do, baby? Ride me before dessert? Moan through your teeth while I fucked you against the bathroom wall?”
“Didn’t mean to—ahhnhh—! I didn’t know it’d hit so soon,” Jaewon whimpered, legs shaking, hips twitching. “Please—make it stop, just fuck me—”
“You’re dripping, Jaewon-ah,” Kanghyuk growled, watching slick dribble onto his slacks. “Your greedy little hole's sucking on my fingers like it thinks they’re my dick.”
Jaewon nodded frantically, mouth open, whimpering as his hips jerked helplessly.
Kanghyuk leaned in to kiss him, slow and filthy, tongue sliding past Jaewon’s lips in rhythm with the way his finger curled inside him. Jaewon moaned into his mouth, grinding down harder as the car filled with the wet, obscene sounds of slick and skin.
Then Kanghyuk’s lips trailing downward to Jaewon’s chest. To where Jaewon’s striped shirt had fallen open, the fabric hanging off his shoulders like an afterthought. Kanghyuk pushed it aside and stared for a beat.
Jaewon’s nipple was already hard, perked and sensitive, flushed pink and aching. Already panting, Jaewon dragged a shaky hand up to his own chest, fingers brushing over one perked nipple before rolling it slowly between two fingers. He gasped at the sensation, eyes fluttering.
“H-hyung… it’s so sensitive…”
Kanghyuk froze for half a second, pupils dilating as he watched Jaewon play with himself. That tight, pink bud was already flushed and begging for attention.
“You love teasing yourself while I watch, don’t you?” Kanghyuk said, voice all gravel. “Touching the spots you know will drive me fucking crazy.”
He batted Jaewon’s hand away and replaced it with his mouth, sucking the nipple, tongue flicking, then biting just enough to make Jaewon wail. “Ahhn—H-hyung—fuck—yes—”
Kanghyuk twisted his fingers inside Jaewon just as he sucked harder, and Jaewon arched off him like a livewire, hands flying to his shoulders, sobbing for more.
“H-hyung—please—need more—need your dick—please—”
Kanghyuk pulled back with his lips wet and swollen, smirking darkly. “You’ll get it,” he growled, twisting his fingers again. “But say it. Say it like you mean it. Tell me how bad you want to be fucked until you can't think straight. Tell me how you want me to ruin you.”
“I want it—fuck, I want your dick so bad,” Jaewon sobbed, voice cracking. “I want you to fuck me until I forget who I am. Please—please just put it in, I can’t take it—”
The second finger slid in and Jaewon choked on a scream, his slick gushing around Kanghyuk’s knuckles.
“So fucking tight,” Kanghyuk hissed. “God. Baby, you’re going to take every inch like you were made for it.”
He never looked away. Not when Jaewon’s head tipped back, lips parted in a ruined gasp, or when his hands clawed him, or when his nipples peeked flushed and glistening through the half-open shirt.
He leaned in again, licked the other nipple slowly before sucking it in and biting down until Jaewon thrashed. “Hyunghh—ahhhh—fuck, please—”
“You’ll come just from my fingers if I keep going,” Kanghyuk murmured darkly, curling them deep. “Your little hole’s already fluttering, trying to milk me like it knows what’s coming.”
“Want your dick—please, hyung, don’t tease me anymore—fuck me—fill me up—”
Kanghyuk let go of the nipple with a pop and leaned back, looking Jaewon over like he was ready to devour him. “You look wrecked already, my needy little mess.”
He yanked off his blazer and Jaewon was already on him, fumbling at his shirt buttons like a man possessed. “Always dressed like a fucking wet dream,” Jaewon muttered, shaking. “Let me have it—please—”
Kanghyuk let Jaewon undress him, let him slide his hand into his pants and grope him through his briefs until Jaewon gasped at the sheer heat of it.
“Wait,” Kanghyuk said suddenly, catching his hips.
“What now?” Jaewon whimpered.
Kanghyuk opened the glovebox. “We need the condom.”
“Hyunggg—” Jaewon whined, desperate and wild.
“You’re in heat,” Kanghyuk said, more gently now. “We can’t risk—”
“There’s no time.” Jaewon leaned in, whispering hotly against his mouth. “I’ll take birth control after. Just—fuck me now. Please —”
Jaewon’s voice cracked on please and that was it. Kanghyuk let the glovebox fall shut and his eyes locked with Jaewon’s. There was a beat of silence before Kanghyuk’s hand moved down.
He slipped his fingers into the open fly of his slacks, pushed his briefs down just enough, and wrapped his hand around his dick. Jaewon’s breath hitched audibly. Kanghyuk was already hard, the tip leaking and wet, and Jaewon couldn’t help the way his thighs clenched at the sight.
Kanghyuk stroked himself slowly. Once, twice and gaze still locked on Jaewon’s face. He then leaned back just slightly in the driver’s seat and with voice low and gravel-warm, he commanded “Come here.”
Jaewon moved immediately. Hands braced on Kanghyuk’s shoulders as he lifted his hips, hovering just above the thick head of his dick. Kanghyuk gripped him by the waist, steady and grounding, guiding him down.
The moment the tip pressed in, Jaewon moaned, loud, broken and raw.
“Ohh—sh-shit—Hyung—ahnnhhh—” Jaewon’s moan cracked apart, wrecked and feral, hips stuttering down to meet him. Every inch buried deeper drew another gasping, half-begged sound from his throat, raw with need. His head lolled back, eyes rolling white, lips parted around a silent scream.
One of his hands clawed into Kanghyuk’s chest, nails dragging down over fabric and skin, while the other braced hard on the seat’s headrest behind him. The car creaked beneath the motion.
Outside, the first drop of rain hit the windshield. Then another. And then it poured. A sudden, relentless storm hammering down on the roof like thunder was rooting for them.
“God—you’re really soaked wet. Bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere, huh? In the car, on your knees in our on-call room, in your damn white coat with your scrub still on.” Kanghyuk’s voice is gravel-thick.
Jaewon buried his face in the crook of Kanghyuk’s neck, moaning helplessly. “You’re so big—fuck, I feel you everywhere.”
Kanghyuk groaned, the sound dragged from somewhere dark and hungry. With one hand, he reached to the side and yanked the seat lever, reclining his seat further until he had more space to thrust up into Jaewon.
Jaewon gasped, sliding forward with the motion, and Kanghyuk caught him instantly. One hand slid down to grip Jaewon’s ass, squeezing, then smacking it sharply.
Jaewon jolted. “Ahhh—!”
“Keep making that sound,” Kanghyuk growled. “I want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.”
Jaewon whimpered, rocking down harder. Kanghyuk's fingers dug into his hips, the slap of skin obscene in the echo chamber of the rain-hammered car.
Kanghyuk’s lips ghosted down Jaewon’s chest again, his tongue flicking over one perked nipple. Then he pulled back, narrowed his eyes, and flicked it with two fingers.
“Aahhhnnn—Hyung—!” Jaewon screamed.
“Sensitive little slut,” Kanghyuk muttered, voice thick with lust. “I can make you come from your nipples if I want to.”
Kanghyuk’s groan was rough silk and gravel, pulled from the back of his throat. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re—fuck—you’re unreal.” Every thrust echoed slick and shameless between them, filling the car with the music of their need.
Jaewon was moaning like he was being torn open and pieced back together in the same breath.
“Look at me Jaewon-ah,” Kanghyuk commanded, his voice dangerous.
Jaewon lifted his head, eyes shimmering and Kanghyuk started to move. Slow at first, rolling his hips up, letting Jaewon ride the drag and stretch, letting him feel everything. Every ridge, every pulse and every hot inch.
Jaewon moaned again, louder this time, his hips twitching. “H-hyunggh—don’t tease—please—”
“You said you wanted it,” Kanghyuk growled, one hand sliding up to Jaewon’s chest. He toyed with one sensitive nipple again, rolling it between his fingers until Jaewon’s body arched, walls clenching around him.
“I do—I do, just—please fuck me—properly—!”
Kanghyuk finally snapped his hips up hard and Jaewon cried out, the entire car jolting with the motion.
Then it was chaos. Jaewon rode him desperately, hips rolling and bouncing, thighs trembling as he took everything Kanghyuk gave. Their skin slapped together wetly, rhythm picking up with each desperate thrust.
Jaewon’s hands tangled in Kanghyuk’s hair, nails digging into his shoulders, sometimes on the headrest. His moans growing higher and more wrecked with every stroke.
“Hyungghh—fuck, I’m gonna come!”
A low growl rumbled up from Kanghyuk’s chest. Feral, possessive and dangerous. He grabbed the back of Jaewon’s neck, pulling him in as his cock throbbed deep inside. “Come on me. Let me feel you fall apart.”
“H-Hyungg—ahhh—ahhh, I’m—!” Jaewon wailed, voice rising with every desperate jerk of his hips. The orgasm hit like a wave, stealing his breath and replacing it with a shattered moan that tore from his throat and spilled over Kanghyuk’s skin. “Nnnghh—fuuuck—I’m coming—!”
Kanghyuk slammed up into him again and Jaewon cried out, nails raking down his chest. His head fell back, throat bared and sweat glistened under the dim light filtering through the windshield. His whole body was flushed and trembling.
“F-fuck—fuck, hyung—” Jaewon gasped, feel overwhelming after he cummed and also how good Kanghyuk’s dick feel inside him. He is riding Kanghyuk harder now, every bounce sloppier than the last.
His nails now dragged down Kanghyuk’s back, clutching fabric until seams strained. The seatbelt buckle rattled beside them. His mouth opened in a cry that cracked the humid air. “Fill me up—hyungg—please—”
Kanghyuk’s grip on his hips tightened. “What do you need, Jaewon-ah?”
Jaewon’s breath hitched, pupils blowing impossibly wider. “Your cum,” he whined, voice wrecked. “Need you to breed me—fuck—make me yours—please, knot me if you want—just don’t stop—”
That snapped something inside Kanghyuk.
“Yeah?” he growled. “You want me to fuck you full?” He thrusting up so hard Jaewon nearly screamed. “Want to feel it dripping out of you all night?”
“Yes—yes—fuck me, fill me—mark me—”
Kanghyuk growled low and primal. His teeth sank into Jaewon’s neck, just below the usual bond spot. Not deep enough to seal but hard enough to leave a mark.
“H-Hyyunghh—!” Jaewon shuddered violently in his lap, choking on a gasp as his entire body went tensed.
“I should bond you right now,” Kanghyuk muttered darkly against his skin, licking over the bite. “Right here in this fucking car. Mark you, make sure no one else even looks at you.”
Jaewon whimpered, hips stuttering as Kanghyuk kept thrusting up into him. “Then do it—fuck—do it, I want it —”
“No.” Kanghyuk’s voice was rough, guttural. “I’m not doing it in a goddamn car.”
Jaewon whined, clenching around him again. “Then fuck me harder. Give me something to remember.”
Kanghyuk did.
He held Jaewon down and thrust up with brutal, deep strokes, balls slapping against slick skin, every inch burying deeper inside that tight, soaked hole. The air was filled with wet and lewd sounds, moans and curses and Jaewon’s high-pitched gasps every time Kanghyuk hit just right at the spot.
“Take it. You begged for it—so take it. Every. Fucking. Inch,” Kanghyuk snarled. “Bouncing on my dick like it’s the only thing keeping you sane. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
“Yes yes yes—aaahhnnnhh—please come inside me—fuck!” Jaewon was sobbing now. Loud, wrecked and overwhelmed with pleasure.
Kanghyuk buried himself one last time, thick dick twitching inside and he came with a deep, guttural groan, hot and thick, spilling deep inside Jaewon’s needy body.
Jaewon’s body jerked, back arching as his second orgasm came at the same time and tore through him, even harder than the first. His walls milked Kanghyuk’s dick in rhythmic pulses, drawing every drop in.
They stayed like that. Breathing hard, sweaty and sticking to each other in the dark, fogged-up car, rain cascading down the windows like the sky couldn’t look away either. Kanghyuk held Jaewon close, panting into the curve of his neck, licking over the bite mark he’d left as Jaewon trembled in his lap, eyes fluttering, lips parted.
“I should’ve known,” Kanghyuk whispered hoarsely. “Your heat would turn you into a little cock-drunk mess. You’re insane Jaewon-ah."
He kissed Jaewon’s jaw, then his temple, voice a low rumble as he added, “You took it so well. So tight, so fucking good around me. Like your body was made to be filled by mine.”
Jaewon whimpered softly.
“I could’ve fucked you for hours, baby,” Kanghyuk murmured, nuzzling into the side of his neck. “Still might. You’re such a needy thing when you’re in heat. Sloppy, pretty and wrecked. And you love every second of it, don’t you?”
Jaewon barely managed a breathy laugh, voice thick with aftershocks. “And you love it too,” Jaewon slurred, pressing a kiss to Kanghyuk’s jaw.
Kanghyuk smiled, just a little. “Yeah. I fucking do.”
Kanghyuk was still buried deep inside Jaewon, both of them panting, sweat-slicked and trembling. He was waiting for his knot to soften, arms wrapped around Jaewon’s waist as his breath slowly evened out. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, just a second, until a slow, sinful grind of hips dragged him back.
His dick twitched inside the tight heat. Kanghyuk blinked and realized Jaewon was moving again. His body jolted awake with unbearable sensitivity.
“Baby…” he rasped, groggy and already hardening again. “You’re already full.”
Jaewon whimpered against his neck, breath hot and shallow. “Not full enough,” he grumbled. “Still need you, Hyung…”
He lifted his head, eyes glassy and wild, lips swollen and parted in a broken smile. And he kept moving. Soft, needy grinds that squeezed around Kanghyuk’s knot, forcing the heat to rise again like a tide.
Kanghyuk groaned, hand sliding down to grip Jaewon’s ass, squeezing it with reverence and restraint. “You’re gonna break me,” he muttered, low and hoarse.
Jaewon giggled breathlessly, then gasped when Kanghyuk's cock throbbed inside him. “You like it… don’t lie. Your knot’s still hard… still pulsing so deep…”
“You're dripping all over me you insatiable little thing.” Kanghyuk groaned again as Jaewon clenched around him.
“Mmmhnh,” Jaewon moaned softly, rocking again. “Feels so good, Hyung. It keeps pressing right against that spot… every little move makes me wanna scream.”
He shivered, hands sliding up Kanghyuk’s chest, scratching lightly at the sweat-damp skin. “It’s so much I think I’m losing my mind. Your knot—f–fuck—it’s stretching me so deep, feels like it’s made to ruin me. It’s still pressing into my spot every time I move an—and it won’t stop feeling good—”
Kanghyuk ran his hand up Jaewon’s back, gently tracing his spine. “You’re riding my knot, sweetheart. You shouldn’t even be able to move like this.”
Jaewon whimpered again, nuzzling into his jaw. “I can’t help it. You feel so good inside me. So warm, so thick like you’re made to stay there forever. My heat won’t let me stop… I want it again… all of it…”
Kanghyuk’s heart stuttered, caught between lust and something deeper. His knot throbbed harder in response.
“Let me make you feel good again,” Jaewon whispered, voice wrecked and melting with desire. “Just wanna keep you inside. Just wanna come again with your knot still in me… please, Hyung…”
“Fuck, baby,” Kanghyuk growled, shifting just slightly, enough to grind up into him. “You're unreal.”
Jaewon moaned, high-pitched and desperate, and pulled Kanghyuk into a kiss. Wet and needy, mouths colliding like they couldn’t breathe without it. They moaned into each other, every sound swallowed by the other's mouth.
Kanghyuk kissed him like he was drowning, like he needed to taste every ruined sound Jaewon made. Their tongues slid together, heat building again between the clench of Jaewon’s body and the press of his lips.
And Jaewon, he was losing it. He was grinding down, shuddering from the inside out, gasping into Kanghyuk’s mouth with every drag of friction, every pulse of that knot inside him.
“Hyung—nggh—your dick—your knot—it’s too much—I can’t—I can’t—” Jaewon whined into his mouth, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “You’re hitting it—f-fuck—you’re hitting it again and again—!”
Their bodies rocked in sync, mouths never parting, breath tangled and soaked with heat.
“I-I think I’m gonna—ahhnnhh—Hyung—I’m—”
“Come for me,” Kanghyuk panted against his lips. “Don’t even need me to touch you, do you? You’re gonna come untouched again. Just from my dick. Just from kissing me.”
Jaewon let out a broken moan into Kanghyuk’s mouth. He clutched Kanghyuk’s shoulders with one hand and braced the other on the grab handle, riding the slow drag of overstimulation.
His orgasm tore through him again, white-hot and all-consuming, dick untouched and still spilling across both their bodies as he came from nothing but friction and heat.
Kanghyuk held him tight, kissing him through it, swallowing every cry, every shudder. His knot pulsed again inside Jaewon, another slow wave of heat released into him.
Slick, sweat and cum mixed in the tight space between them, soaking Kanghyuk’s shirt, Jaewon’s thighs, and the seat beneath. Jaewon slumped against him again, boneless and twitching with aftershocks.
Kanghyuk could only hold him tighter, jaw pressed to Jaewon’s hair as the rain continued to beat down around them, drowning out the rest of the world.
Minutes passed. Eventually, his knot began to soften.
Jaewon whimpered as Kanghyuk finally and gently pulled out. The stretch gave one last pulse of pleasure, but when Kanghyuk slipped free, it was a mess.
Jaewon flinched, breath catching as the final stretch sent a trembling jolt through his overstimulated body. His hole spasmed weakly, leaking around the absence like it mourned the loss.
Their mess spilled out in slow pulses, dripping from Jaewon’s stretched, swollen hole, slick dripping down his trembling thighs, pooling beneath them, soaking through Kanghyuk’s slacks and into the leather seat like it had claimed the car as part of their ruin.
Kanghyuk just sat there, stunned, arms still wrapped around Jaewon like he couldn’t let him go. He felt dazed, cracked open from the inside out. Not just from the knot, not just from the heat but from Jaewon. From everything he was, everything he made Kanghyuk feel.
“…Holy fuck,” he muttered after a long moment, still breathless.
Jaewon smiled lazily against his neck, voice soft and smug. “Told you I get a little needy.”
“A little?” Kanghyuk let out a hoarse laugh. “You tore me apart and smiled while doing it.”
“I liked your knot,” Jaewon whispered, pressing a slow, warm kiss to his jaw. “Felt like I was meant to take it.”
Kanghyuk closed his eyes, tightened his hold around Jaewon’s waist, and let his cheek rest against Jaewon's damp hair. They stayed like that, ruined and locked at the soul, breath syncing at the steamy aftermath.
And Kanghyuk thought to himself again, a little dazed, a little wrecked.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
At some point, the heat in the car shifted from feverish to soft, thick with the scent of sweat, sex and satisfaction. The windows were fogged to near-opacity. The only light came from the distant glow of a street lamp outside, casting a faint halo over the aftermath.
Kanghyuk shifted first. Carefully, he adjusted Jaewon in his lap and helped him ease back into the passenger seat. Jaewon whined a little at the separation, arms briefly tightening around Kanghyuk’s neck like he didn’t want to move.
"Let me clean you up, baby," Kanghyuk whispered, pressing a kiss to Jaewon’s temple.
Jaewon nodded slowly, eyes half-lidded and dazed, completely blissed out. His cheeks were still flushed, hair sticking to his forehead in damp strands and his thighs trembled when he moved. He looked ruined and entirely satisfied.
Kanghyuk pulled out a pack of tissues, wiping Jaewon down with gentle hands. First his thighs, where faint red handprints bloomed like ghosted bruises. Then between his legs where the mess still lingered. Jaewon winced slightly as Kanghyuk dabbed carefully around the swollen, tender skin. Jaewon flinched, just a little.
"Sorry," Kanghyuk whispered.
"No… it’s okay." Jaewon’s voice was quiet, almost shy now. "It just feels weird after."
Kanghyuk paused. His hand rested on Jaewon’s thigh, thumb brushing soothing circles into his skin.
"I’ll stay with you tonight," he said softly. "If you allow me."
Jaewon leaned his head against the seat and gave the smallest smile. "I always want you, Hyung."
Once he had cleaned Jaewon up as best he could, Kanghyuk reached into the backseat, grabbing Jaewon’s discarded boxers and blazer. As he moved, his eyes caught on the crescent-shaped nail marks raked faintly down Jaewon’s hips. Evidence of how tightly he'd clung to Kanghyuk, how desperate he'd been.
He helped Jaewon to put back his underwear, carefully lifting one leg at a time, then eased the oversized blazer over his bare shoulders. The shirt was too far gone. Wrinkled, stained and buttons missing. Kanghyuk just let it drape loosely as he buttoned what he could, covering Jaewon’s chest with the blazer to keep him warm.
Kanghyuk leaned over and gently brushed Jaewon’s damp hair back from his face, gaze drifting down to where bite marks still lingered along his throat and collarbone, flushed and blooming beneath the oversized blazer. His hand lingered there, fingers threading through soft strands. He softly grazed his thumb at the beauty mark on Jaewon’s left cheek.
"You really are something else in heat," he said, a little dazed.
Jaewon cracked one eye open. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."
Kanghyuk smiled, soft and warm and utterly gone for him. "Well, it’s not. It’s just a lil bit terrifying and incredible."
Jaewon let out a sleepy laugh, too tired to continue the banter with his alpha.
After Jaewon had drifted into a drowsy haze in the passenger seat, Kanghyuk finally reached back, arm stretching into the backseat to retrieve his abandoned phone. The screen lit up with a buzz. Three missed calls from Dr. Han, and a single text.
“Is everything okay? Are you two still coming?”
Kanghyuk sighed, thumb tapping quickly across the screen.
“Sorry. Had to take care of something urgent. Personal emergency. I’ll explain later. I’m bringing Jaewon with me.”
He stared at the message for a moment, then sent it.
He started the engine again, glancing once at Jaewon, already curled up in his seat, breathing soft and even, lips slightly parted. The oversized blazer covered his bare thighs like a blanket.
The drive was quiet. Every red light and turn felt gentler now, like the car itself knew to be careful. When they finally pulled into Kanghyuk’s apartment, Jaewon didn’t even stir.
Kanghyuk got out, walked around the car, and opened the passenger door. “Come here,” he whispered.
Jaewon barely mumbled something unintelligible before Kanghyuk slipped his arms under him, lifting him bridal-style with no resistance. He was light, warm, and smelled so sweet.
The elevator ride up was silent, the hallway even more so. Kanghyuk’s apartment was dim and the second the front door clicked shut, the tension left his shoulders.
He carried Jaewon straight to the bedroom and laid him down on the cool sheets. Jaewon winced softly, a faint gasp escaping his lips as his hips settled against the bed. His legs shifted in search of a more comfortable angle, muscles sore and overstretched from earlier.
A small sound, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper slipped from his mouth, but he didn’t resist the touch. He just blinked up at Kanghyuk, dazed and pliant. Jaewon shifted with a soft sound, trying to curl up again.
“Hold on, baby,” Kanghyuk muttered. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
Slowly, he peeled the wrinkled shirt off Jaewon’s upper body and removed the blazer. Jaewon half-woke with sleepy eyes whining when the fabric moved away from his skin but Kanghyuk was already pulling one of his own soft, oversized T-shirts over Jaewon’s head.
Jaewon’s eyes fluttered open briefly. “Mmmm it smells like you,” he mumbled, burying his nose in the collar like it was instinct. The scent, warm cedar, clean linen and something woody, uniquely Kanghyuk, melted through him like balm. It made his shoulders drop. Made him feel safe.
“That’s the point,” Kanghyuk said, voice gentle. He leaned down, brushing a kiss to Jaewon’s temple before whispering, “I’ve got you, baby.”
He helped him slip his arms through the sleeves, then tucked the blanket over his bare legs. Before joining him, Kanghyuk quietly stepped away and returned with a small heat compress. He then gently placed it against Jaewon’s lower back beneath the blanket.
Jaewon made a soft, content sound, melting deeper into the mattress.
Only then did Kanghyuk change and climb in behind him, pressing close, strong arms wrapping around Jaewon’s waist from behind. Jaewon sighed as Kanghyuk settled in, back pressed to his chest. “Hyung, you’re so warm,” Jaewon whispered, already slipping back into sleep.
Before settling in, Kanghyuk noticed a faint bite mark on Jaewon's shoulder. His own mark. A red bloom left behind in a haze of heat and desperation. He ran his thumb gently over it, thumb pausing with tender reverence, like he was memorizing it.
Then he closed his eyes, tightened his hold around Jaewon’s waist, and let his cheek rest against damp hair that still smelled like sweat and citrus. He let his lips brush the back of Jaewon’s neck and whispered, barely audible, “You wreck me, Jaewon-ah.”
And I’d let you do it again. Every time.
Then silence again. Kanghyuk’s eyes stayed open a moment longer, watching the soft rise and fall of Jaewon’s chest in the dim light. The curve of his lashes, the way his fingers curled into the blanket. Deep in Kanghyuk’s chest, a kind of ache began to smolder.
He’d thought loving Jaewon was already a surrender. But seeing how messy he can get when he's in heat, caring for him and holding him through the night has only pulled him deeper. There was no way out now. No line to retreat to.
I’ve already fallen, he realized, breath catching in his throat. And the deeper I go, the more I want to stay.
He reached out, brushing his fingers through Jaewon’s hair one last time before letting his hand settle on the curve of his waist. Protective and steady.
I’m already yours, Jaewon-ah. Kanghyuk thought, closing his eyes. And I’ll protect you with everything I have. There’s no turning back now.