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Kim Dokja was annoying. Everyone knew that. Nothing new. But he went too far this time. Disappearing for three whole years and coming back like he went out for groceries, pretending like nothing happened. It was infuriating.
What right does he have to carve out a space in his companion's hearts, only to jump out of there and re-enter as he pleased? Does he even realise what he's doing to the party? Everytime he goes on and sacrifices himself, the hole in their hearts gapes bigger, begging for Dokja to come back and bandage it up.
When Joonghyuk saw that giant squid, he knew it was that same irksome man he called his life and death companion. Slicing down the squid revealed Dokja to be alive and in one piece, fortunately or unfortunately.
The company had taken to drugging him to sleep and keeping him locked up in a prison made for him, not wanting the man to do something stupid again. The drugs obviously would wear off often, that's why there was always someone inside of Dokja's room monitoring him. The duty was mostly given to Aileen or Seolhwa— being the medical practitioners that they were and could provide Dokja with proper dosages— but for today, it was Joonghyuks turn.
He watched the man asleep on the rocking chair, his head lolled to the side, unconscious. Joonghyuk was zoned in on Dokja's chest, watching it rise and fall, waiting for even the slightest of change in his breathing. He didn't know if he was watching to make sure Dokja didn't wake up, or to make sure he wasn't dead. Either way, he was stuck in here with a responsibility to make sure he stayed where he was, dead or alive.
Kim Dokja was strange. He always managed to find a way out of any situation. Whether it be out of the stomach of an Ichthyosaur, or the stomach of an Outer God. They knew if he wasn't beings watched, he'd be gone by now.
Joonghyuk wanted to strangle him till he couldn't think. Break his legs so that he wouldn't dare leave this room. Rip out his tongue so that he couldn't blabber anymore self-sacrificial plans. But he couldn't.
Not that he didn't have it in him to do so, not at all. But because that sharp brain of his was the only thing keeping this regression progressive. Out of his 3 turns, this one was the only one going flawlessly, and it was due to the damn anomaly sleeping soundly right in front of him. Who knows what scenario Joonghyuk might die in if Dokja isn't there.
When he first saw Dokja on that bridge, he knew things would be different this time. And he didn't want that. He was afraid of change. Afraid that his previous regressions would have been of no help to him if the next ones were completely different. But now, he wasn't afraid of Dokja anymore, instead, he was afraid of losing him again.
He gently caressed Dokja sleeping face, not knowing when he got so close to the man. His skin was smooth and unblemished, thanks to the countless useless skills he would use. He looked peaceful sleeping. As if there wasn't danger lying right outside of this room, waiting for them to let their guard down to attack.
Their lives were at risks every day, not knowing whether it would take two hits to die or one. Being so busy surviving, they choose to forgo comfort. But seeing Dokja snoring slightly and not having the noisy constellations buzzing in his ear— they chose to spectate the rest of the company, saying that watching an unconscious man for days on end was boring— Joonghyuk felt.... Domestic.
The scent of the scene intimately lingered around him, inviting him to stay here forever. To forget his duty and mission, and enjoy an afternoon of leisure, like Dokja. And he wanted to do so. To forget his worries for a second and just live.
However, like the rat he is, Dokja managed to ruin this moment of relief for him, as if he couldn't stand the fact Joonghyuk's attention had been diverted off of him. He let out a small groan, indicating that he was stirring awake. Joonghyuk rushed to the tray with the medicines, taking a few pills in his hands and forcefully shoving them in Dokja's mouth and drowning them down with a water. The semi-conscious Dokja just took it, too out of it to fight back but enough to register that something was happening.
Joonghyuk watched as the man went lip again, the star stream pills working their magic on the man. He felt a vein pop out of his neck when he remembered that moment of peace he had before getting interrupted. If he couldn't relish the silence, he'd find relief someplace else. And what better place than on this weasel in front of him.
He looked down at Dokja's face, which was in perfect height with his cock. Grabbing the unconscious mans head, he brought it over to his lap and grinded his clothed cock on his cheek. He watched the flesh move up and down due to the rough material of his trousers, his dick pressing up against Dokja's jaw bones at particularly deep thrusts.
Blood pooled to his dick as he watched Dokja's face morph with each grind, his cheeks puffing up like Murim dumplings with every up thrust. He wanted to bite his cheeks to see if they held the tender meat of the dumplings inside or if they were just there to bait Joonghyuk into doing something questionable again. At least then he'd have a reason to be mad at him and bite him again, till Dokja's flesh was bleeding out stories of him.
He huffed out breaths as the friction on his member made it erect, the sleeping Dokja's body heat radiating onto it, making Joonghyuk more aroused. The grinding wasn't enough obviously, especially when the other party wasn't participating. He let go of Dokja, his body limping back onto the rocking chair, to free his cock from it's confines. It springed out and the tip smacked itself on Dokja's nose bridge, twitching when it felt the other mans skin on it.
Joonghyuk reached down to his dick, grabbing it at the base and bringing it close to Dokja's face, gently slapping it on his abused cheek. The lewd sounds of the slapping was low but it was loud enough for Joonghyuks ears to burn red with shame. He dragged his thumb over his slit, gathering the precum on it and swirling it around the head. It turned shiny with every swipe of his thumb, the slight purple colour contrasting heavily with Dokja's skin in the background.
He went further down his shaft, beginning to stroke it dry. His skin moved up and down with the massage, his green veins bulging out from the sides. He took both his hands and spat on both of them, rubbing the spit into his palms before using both hands to stroke his cock.
The glide was smoother thanks to the spit and the excessive amount of precum he was leaking. Dokja hadn't moved an inch from before, none the wiser to the debauchery happening a few inches away from his face. His pretty lashes cast a shadow on his cheek bones. On any normal day they would've served to hide the constellations eye bags, but with the amount of sleep he had been getting, the bags were almost entirely gone now, leaving the eyelashes bare on his face.
His hands tightened up on his dick almost painfully, the squelching noises making it seem less sore than it was. Joonghyuks breath was laboured as he held his head low, fully focused on Dokja's face. His cock jiggled with every downwards jerk, precum dripping down to Dokja's cheek.
He brought the tip of his cock closer to Dokja's lips, feeling the unusual texture of chapped lips caressing his head, Joonghyuk shot his load on to Dokja. His hips were twitching and his hands grabbed the cock like he was tryin to snap it off. Ribbons of cum went out of his cock, painting Dokja's face and his lips.
Joonghyuk panted and looked down at Dokja. He looked delectable with the cum on his face. Joonghyuks hands were still trying to milk everything out of the orgasm, not wanting to let go of this bliss. Although the cause of such relief was Dokja, for the first time in a while Joonghyuk hadn't felt like killing someone for making him feel relief when he's not supposed to. Not allowed to.
He took his time in observing Kim Dokja's cum covered sleeping figure, before finally deciding that maybe cleaning up was worth it as well. He burned the image of Dokja's limp body and his baby batter over his face into his retina, ensuring that Joonghyuk won't have any difficulty getting hard any time soon.