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Crazed eyes.
Devilish smile.
Blood stained hands.
The knife rested on Yeong Shin’s throat.
Jong Woo walked in, completely displeased.
“Jagi-”
“How could you do all of this?” Jong Woo asked, his eyes quickly scanning the room.
Yeong Shin mumbled into the tape. “MMM!” (Help)
Moon Jo looked down at Yeong Shin. “I was just having a little fun.”
“MMM!!!”
Jong Woo sighed. “But this is completely wrong.”
“How so?” Moon Jo asked.
“MMMM!!!”
“Shut up!” Jong Woo screamed at Yeong Shin. He looked immediately back at Moon Jo. “How could you do this without me?”
“You were busy,” Moon Jo answered calmly.
Jong Woo approached the taller man. He took the knife that was in his grip and put it to his own throat.
“What are you doing?” Moon Jo said, tightening his control on the knife.
Jong Woo blinked angrily at him. “What? If you’re going to do this without me, I might as well not be here,” he answered with bulging eyes.
“Seriously,” Moon Jo said, slightly annoyed.
“You said we would do this together,” Jong Woo reminded him.
Moon Jo exhaled through his nose. He looked back at Yeong Shin as if he were nothing but a toy. “Do you want to do it then?”
Jong Woo’s eyes dropped down to the man. His lips pulled back into a subtle smile. “Really?”
“Jagiya… Anything for you.”
Jong Woo’s grin widened as he looked back into Moon Jo’s eyes. He leaned into the knife that stayed at his throat.
Ah... that crazed look again , Moon Jo thought. Just what he liked.
“Hyung…” Jong Woo said all softly.
Moon Jo stared at the other, trying to pull back the knife.
“You’ve grown so soft since I first met you,” he said cutely. His hand finally released the knife, giving Moon Jo full control.
Moon Jo let out a breath of disbelief. “Say that again and we’ll see if that’s still true.”
Jong woo smirked. “I'm serious, you’ve gotten so kind. Even letting me have him.” Jong woo’s voice was gentler as his attention left Moon Jo and towards the victim.
Moon Jo’s face grew serious as he used his fingers to shift Jong Woo’s face towards him.
Jong Woo raised his eyebrows, as if he were taunting him to do something. He grabbed Moon Jo’s wrist, attempting to pull his hand off his face.
Moon Jo used his free hand to grab Jong Woo’s forearm and pulled the latter’s hand away. He crashed his lips into Jong Woo’s, keeping his grip on his face and pulling him deeper into the kiss.
When he retreated, he released his face. Jong Woo looked at Moon Jo with a deadpan expression. “Like I said, hyung is too soft now…”
Moon Jo tightened his hand around Jong Woo's arm, causing the latter to smile. “Mad?”
Moon Jo looked back to Yeong Shin in frustration. He wanted to take it out on something.
Jong Woo yelled at Moon Jo. “Ya! I’m right here and you’re looking at him?”
“We should just get rid of him now.”
“Why? Just let him watch,” Jong Woo suggested.
Moon Jo narrowed his eyes as he looked back at Jong Woo.
“Think of it like a final meal for him,” he said almost arrogantly.
Moon Jo couldn’t help but chuckle. “Really,” he said in defeat. He pulled Jong Woo flush against his body. He leaned his face in, hovering above Jong Woo's lips, tantalizing him. Then with a smile, he brought them to a table closer to the only other man in the room.
Yeong Shin’s eyes widened. They couldn’t actually be thinking about doing that in front of him.
Moon Jo finally reconnected their kiss from earlier. His teeth had no mercy for Jong Woo's bottom lip. They bled under the rough abrasion, but it seemed like Moon Jo did not care. He simply licked the exuding red away and proceeded to shove the hot muscle down Jong Woo's throat.
Yeong Shin swallowed hard. He tried to look away, but where else could he look when the most attention-grabbing thing in the room was right before his eyes.
Jong Woo’s legs lifted and wrapped around Moon Jo’s waist, though they had trouble staying up. Yeong Shin watched Jong Woo’s fingers grip Moon Jo’s black hair, pulling him deeper into his mouth. Moon Jo grabbed Jong Woo’s arm, pulling the desperate hands off his head. Instead of dropping his arm, he pressed hard, hasty kisses down the limb, starting from Jong Woo’s palm and all the way down to his bicep. Oddly enough, Yeong Shin felt those exact areas heat up on his own skin.
Jong Woo’s eyes followed those beautiful red lips wherever they went. To his lips. On his neck. Up his arm. All the way down to the zipper of his black jeans. Jong Woo bit his lips as he watched Moon Jo use his teeth to pull down his zipper. Their eyes watched each other until he reached the end. Moon Jo ripped off Jong Woo’s bottoms, kissing his soft inner thighs. With a smile spread on his lips, he pulled off Jong Woo’s boxers along with his own pants.
Their bodies clashed in overwhelming heat as Yeong Shin watched every moment. Moon Jo’s sweat dripped onto Jong Woo’s flesh. The slight cut on Jong Woo’s pink lips. Every contrasting action. The soft kisses with violent thrusts. The gentle touches, then hard grips on that pale skin. Every red handprint. Every purple bruise. Jong Woo's body was filled with remnants of Moon Jo.
Yeong Shin swallowed, desperate to keep his dry throat moist with the thirst he so desperately craved. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything but them and him. His eyes stayed glued to the passionate fucking in front of him. His breathing slowed, even under the tape that made it so hard for him to breathe. His eyes examined both their bodies. He briefly traced Moon Jo’s well-defined abs and veiny arms. He slowed down as he looked over Jong Woo’s lean body and taut ass. Another strange feeling. He imagined himself touching that beautifully sexy body. He imagined biting onto those light pink buds on his chest. Pushing him down and making him beg for his cock.
His fists tightened as he watched Moon Jo thrust deeper into Jong Woo's body. The sounds that bounced off every wall and into his ears. Moon Jo’s low groans every time he pulled out and pushed back in. but especially Jong Woo’s loud moans of Moon Jo’s name into the room. The sticky sounds of desperate hands on throbbing cocks. It was impossible to ignore.
When they climaxed, his own chained up legs buckled and he gasped inwardly. With wide eyes, he looked at his wet jeans. He looked away, pretending like he didn’t see them. Pretending like he didn’t feel it too.
Moon Jo grabbed Jong Woo’s thrown away shirt off the floor. He used it to wipe the sweat off his body.
“Use your own sh-,” Jong Woo began saying as he watched Moon Jo use his shirt like a towel.
“Jagi, look,” Moon Jo interrupted with a grin.
Jong Woo looked over at what Moon Jo was looking at. He chuckled. “Wow. You came in your pants,” he said to Yeong Shin. He leaned in really close and whispered with another crazed smile. “I'm about to slit your throat and you still think with your dick,” Jong Woo said tauntingly. He was actually in disbelief.
Yeong Shin swallowed hard - a little bit of fear, a little bit of arousal. Who could tell the difference at this point? The adrenaline made everything feel the same.
Jong Woo raised a curious eyebrow. “Maybe you’re the same as us,” he said. He grabbed the knife they left on the bench beside the metal table. “Unfortunately for you, there’s only enough for the two of us,” Jong Woo said, his expression growing serious.
And just like that, Yeong Shin saw the colors of the room blur into an eventual nothingness as he heard a slight chuckle evade the air.