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The dawn light was weak, filtering through the expensive curtains of the executive suite in soft, hazy ribbons of grey and gold. The room was silent, save for the rhythmic, heavy breathing of two people tangled in a chaotic nest of silk sheets. Anxin woke first, his body feeling heavy and pleasantly ached, the memory of the night before rushing back in a dizzying flood of heat.
He shifted, the silk duvet sliding down to reveal his bare shoulders. He looked beside him and saw Sangwon, still asleep, looking uncharacteristically soft without his suit and his guarded expression. The possessive, protective man who had claimed him so thoroughly was now just a warm, solid presence.
The sight of Sangwon’s broad, bare chest and the blond curls of his hair against the pillow sent a fresh jolt of desire through Anxin. He felt a familiar, needy thrum low in his belly. He was a first-timer, but the obsession he felt for Sangwon was a bottomless pit—he was greedy for more, wanting to be ruined all over again before the sun even fully rose.
Anxin crawled across the mattress, his skin humming as he pressed his front against Sangwon’s side. He started small, pressing soft, lingering kisses to Sangwon’s shoulder, his jaw, and finally, his lips.
“Sangwon... Daddy, wake up,” Anxin whispered, his voice a gravelly, sleep-warmed rasp.
Sangwon let out a low, vibrating grunt, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw Anxin hovering over him—lips swollen, eyes wide and bright with a very specific type of hunger—a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He reached up, his large hand cupping Anxin’s face, his thumb stroking over a fresh mark on Anxin’s neck.
“You’re awake early,” Sangwon rumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “And you’re already being clingy. Didn’t I do enough to you last night, kitten?”
“No,” Anxin breathed, leaning down to capture Sangwon’s lips in a needy, open-mouthed kiss. “I want more. I want to feel you again. Fuck me, again. Please.”
Sangwon let out a soft, amused laugh, the “cuteness aggression” hitting him full force. He found it absolutely devastating how greedy Anxin was, how his sweet nature had been completely overridden by this raw, obsessive lust for him.
“You’re so demanding,” Sangwon teased, his hands sliding down to rest on Anxin’s waist, holding him in place but making no move to go further. “I think you’ve had quite enough for your first time. You should rest. A good kitten knows when to stop.”
Anxin’s face fell, a pout forming on his lips. He let out a frustrated huff and pulled away, turning his back to Sangwon and curling into a ball on the other side of the bed. He felt a sting of genuine upset; he wanted Sangwon so badly it felt like a physical ache.
He felt the mattress dip as Sangwon moved. A second later, a warm, solid chest was pressed against his back, and strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back into the heat. Sangwon buried his face in the crook of Anxin’s neck, his breath hot against his skin.
“Why is my kitten so upset?” Sangwon whispered, his voice a low, teasing vibration. “Is last night really not enough? I thought I was quite thorough.”
Anxin turned his head, looking at Sangwon over his shoulder with watery, frustrated eyes. “It’s not that it wasn’t enough. It’s that I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. Every time I look at you, I just want you back inside me. You’re teasing me, and it’s not fair.”
They held eye contact for a long, heavy beat. Sangwon saw the sincerity, the raw obsession in Anxin’s gaze, and his own composure finally snapped. He didn’t say a word; he simply closed the gap, capturing Anxin’s lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss. This time, there was no hesitation—his tongue swept into Anxin’s mouth, claiming him with a familiar, dominant possessiveness.
“Mmmn, Sangwon...” Anxin moaned into the kiss, his body finally relaxing as he felt Sangwon’s intent shift.
Sangwon’s hands began to roam. He caressed Anxin’s body with a firm, territorial touch, his palms sliding over the curve of his ribs before moving down to his buttocks. He squeezed the soft flesh with bruising force, letting out a sharp, rhythmic slap that made Anxin gasp against his lips.
“You want it that badly?” Sangwon growled, his voice a low, gravelly threat.
His hands moved back up, his fingers finding Anxin’s nipples, rolling and pinching them until Anxin was a sobbing, whimpering mess beneath him. The overstimulation was instant, the morning light making everything feel more vivid, more intense.
As they shifted, Anxin felt it—the hard, throbbing heat of Sangwon’s dick pressing against his thigh. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in jagged, desperate hitches.
“Put it in,” Anxin pleaded, his fingers digging into Sangwon’s forearms. “Sangwon, please. Put it inside me now.”
Sangwon let out a short, guttural laugh. “God, you’re so greedy for me. Such a needy little thing.”
He didn’t make Anxin wait any longer. He positioned himself and pushed home in one smooth, relentless motion. Anxin wailed, his head tossing back against the pillows as his internal muscles clamped tight around the intrusive, beautiful fullness.
“Oh... ah! Daddy... yes!” Anxin moaned, his voice a high-pitched shriek of relief and pleasure.
Sangwon didn’t slow down. He began to thrust with a heavy, morning-slow rhythm that felt deeper and more thorough than the night before. As he moved, his hands never stayed still; he reached up to play with Anxin’s nipples again, his thumbs circling the peaks as his tongue darted out to swirl around Anxin’s ear.
“You’re mine, Anxin,” Sangwon hissed, his dirty talk vibrating through Anxin’s entire body. “Every morning. Every night. I’m going to fuck this greed right out of you until you can’t even remember your own name.”
Anxin couldn’t answer. He was lost to the noise—the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting, the jingle of the bell on the choker he was still wearing, and the sound of his own desperate, obsessed moans filling the room.
The bedroom was a sanctuary of soft gold and hazy shadows as the morning sun climbed higher, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. The air was thick, smelling of cedar, salt, and the sweet, lingering scent of vanilla. Inside the quiet of the room, the only sound was the heavy, rhythmic friction of skin against skin and the frantic, broken cries escaping Anxin’s throat.
Sangwon was already buried deep inside him, his large frame hovering over Anxin with a protective, reverent intensity. He was holding himself up on his forearms, his muscles corded and trembling with the sheer effort of maintaining a slow, steady pace. Every time he pushed forward, the mattress creaked, and Anxin’s body arched like a bow, his skin humming with a desperate, virgin heat.
“Sangwon... ah! Daddy... please... ngh! It’s so deep...” Anxin wailed, his voice a high-pitched, needy vibration that echoed off the walls. His head was pushed back into the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut as his internal muscles clamped tight around Sangwon’s throbbing length.
The sound sent a violent jolt of heat straight to Sangwon’s gut. He felt his pulse hammering in his throat, his gentlemanly restraint fraying under the weight of Anxin’s overstimulation. He wanted to lose it—to thrust with a territorial, raw hunger—but the sight of Anxin’s flushed face and the way he was trembling beneath him kept Sangwon anchored.
“You’re so loud for me this morning, kitten,” Sangwon growled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He slowed his pace even more, pulling out until he was barely at the tip before sinking back in with agonizing slowness. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still so sensitive from last night. I’m trying to be careful.”
Anxin let out a frustrated, sobbing moan, his fingers digging into Sangwon’s biceps. The teasing was driving him insane. He wanted the friction; he wanted the weight. “I don’t... ah! I don’t want you to be careful! I want you to fuck me, Daddy! Harder... please, just give it to me!”
Sangwon’s jaw tightened, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Anxin’s damp forehead, sipping away a bead of sweat.
“I love it when you beg,” Sangwon whispered, his hot breath ghosting over Anxin’s skin. “But I’m not going to break you. Not yet. Just moan for me, Anxin. Moan harder. I want to hear exactly how much you like having me fill you up. Tell me who owns this pretty little mouth. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You... ah! Only you, Daddy! Mmngh! It feels so big... it’s too much... Daddy!” Anxin shrieked, his voice cracking as Sangwon hit his prostate with a heavy, deliberate thud.
Even through the haze of his own undoing, Anxin couldn’t help but tease. He opened his eyes, glassy and shimmering with a dark, obsessive light. He reached up, his hand trembling as he traced the shell of Sangwon’s ear, his nails catching slightly on the skin.
“You’re acting... so composed,” Anxin gasped, a cheeky, provocative smirk playing on his bitten lips even as his lower half betrayed him with another frantic shudder. “But I can feel you... you’re shaking, Sangwon. Your heart is beating so fast against mine. Are you really being a gentleman... or are you just scared that if you start, you won’t be able to stop until I'm ruined?”
Sangwon let out a short, guttural laugh, the “cute aggression” finally snapping the last thread of his patience. He reached down, his hand sliding under Anxin’s lower back to hoist his hips higher, forcing him to take every single inch of the depth.
“You really are a brat,” Sangwon hissed, his dirty talk turning raw. “If you want to be ruined that badly, I’ll happily oblige. I’m going to make you moan so loud the neighbors will know exactly whose kitten you are.”
He didn’t wait for a response. He began to thrust with a relentless, heavy rhythm, his tongue swirling around Anxin’s ear while his fingers pinched and rolled Anxin’s sensitive nipples.
“Oh god! Sangwon! Daddy! AH!” Anxin’s cries turned into a series of soul-shattering screams, his body going rigid as the overstimulation peaked. The bell on his neck jingled frantically, a silver soundtrack to his absolute surrender as the morning sun bore witness to his claim.
The room was flooded with the soft, hazy glow of the early morning sun, but the air inside the bedroom remained heavy, thick with the scent of their shared heat and the salt of Anxin’s tears. The frantic rhythm of the morning had finally ebended into a profound, ringing silence, broken only by the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing.
Sangwon didn’t pull away. He remained buried deep inside Anxin, his weight a grounding, protective presence that anchored Anxin to the mattress. He felt the flutter of Anxin’s internal muscles slowly settling, a lingering pulse that felt like a secret conversation between their bodies.
With a tenderness that only Anxin was ever allowed to see, Sangwon leaned down. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Anxin’s lips—tasting the salt and the vanilla—before moving to the corner of his eye, sipping away a stray tear that had caught in the light. Finally, he pressed a firm, devouring kiss to Anxin’s forehead, his hand cradling the back of the boy’s head as if he were something precious and fragile.
“You’re a mess, kitten,” Sangwon whispered, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated through Anxin’s chest.
Anxin let out a soft, broken giggle, his fingers tangling in the sheets. He felt raw, completely exposed, and utterly cherished. “You made me a mess. You’re the one who wouldn’t stop when I asked you to fuck.”
Sangwon let out a short, guttural laugh, shifting just enough to pull the duvet up over their sweat-slicked bodies, creating a warm, dark cocoon. He wrapped his arms around Anxin, pulling him flush against his chest so they were chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart.
“I only gave you what you begged for,” Sangwon reminded him, his thumb tracing the line of Anxin’s jaw. “But I have to admit... I didn’t think you’d have this much energy left after last night. You’re full of surprises, Anxin-ie.”
Anxin shivered at the use of his name, his face burying itself in Sangwon’s neck. He could feel the stubble on Sangwon’s chin, the steady thrum of his pulse—it was the most peaceful he had felt in months. The obsession that usually felt like a frantic, burning fire in his chest had settled into a warm, glowing ember.
“I just... I don’t want to be anywhere else,” Anxin confessed, his voice muffled against Sangwon’s skin. “When I’m with you like this, the rest of the world feels like it doesn’t even exist. There’s no camera, no fans... just you.”
Sangwon’s grip tightened, his possessive streak purring contentedly at the admission. “That’s exactly how it should be. You belong in this bed, with me, where I can keep an eye on you.”
They laid there for a long time, talking in low, hushed tones about nothing and everything—the way the light hit the ceiling, the soft jingle of the bell on Anxin’s neck whenever he moved, and the terrifying, beautiful depth of how much they needed each other. Anxin felt his eyelids growing heavy, the exhaustion finally catching up to the adrenaline.
“Sangwon...” Anxin murmured, his voice trailing off into a yawn.
“I know,” Sangwon whispered, his hand moving in slow, rhythmic circles over Anxin’s back, a soothing gesture that felt like a promise. He kissed the top of Anxin’s head, right between the plush cat ears that were now hopelessly lopsided. “It’s still too early. The world isn’t ready for us yet.”
He pulled the covers tighter, tucking them both in. “Sleep again, kitten. I’ve got you. When you wake up, I’ll still be right here, and I’ll still be yours.”
Anxin didn’t need to be told twice. He let out a soft, satisfied purr, his body going limp in Sangwon’s arms as he drifted back into a deep, claiming sleep, cocooned in the scent of cedar and the man who owned him completely.