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Kai inhaled sharply through his nose, his shoulders trembling from a combination of the force of his sobs and the unforgiving breeze of the December night air. He was standing at the doorstep to his boyfriend’s house, clad in a loose-fitting sweater that was far too flimsy considering the crisp weather outside. It was late, just past 11 P.M., but he didn't know where else to go. It wasn’t like he was spoiled for choice, after all.Kai had rung the doorbell only moments ago, but it felt like an eternity had passed since he’d been standing there in the cold, unable to stop the tears running down his face despite his desperate attempts to hold them back. Relief washed over Kai as he watched the door handle turn, only for it to quickly morph into mortification at the realization that the shiny black hair he was met with didn’t belong to his boyfriend—rather, to his boyfriend’s uncle, who owned the house and lived there with Soobin.“Mr. Choi,” Kai stammered, lifting an arm up to wipe away his tears with the sleeve of his sweater, internally wincing at the knowledge that his nose had gone all snotty, the fabric coming away wet. “I’m sorry for bothering you so late at night. I was just wondering if Soobin was home?”Although Kai did his best to keep his voice from wavering, the words came out shaky, his throat hoarse from just how much he’d been crying prior to this. San’s sharp features contorted into a look of concern, presumably at the pitiful sight of Kai—standing shivering at their doorstep, his eyes red-rimmed, teeth practically chattering from the cold.“Kai, what are you doing here? It’s freezing out. Get inside.” Kai didn’t get a chance to refuse before San was already pulling him in, the older male’s broad frame crowding him as he ushered him through the doorway. The warmth of the house was immediate, but it did little to stop the lingering chill that clung to Kai’s skin. Kai allowed himself to be guided across the foyer, continuing to sniffle pathetically.“Stay right there, I’ll get you a blanket.” San commanded, and Kai nodded, not trusting himself to speak for fear of beginning to cry again. He watched as San retreated upstairs, before averting his gaze to the sparsely decorated living room. The television was on at a low volume, an expensive bottle of what looked like whisky on top of the table, accompanied by a lone glass, set beside a cigar that rested on a wooden ashtray. The faint smell of smoke hung in the air, a scent that Kai was all too familiar with. His gaze snapped back up at the sound of San’s footsteps coming downstairs, this time with a fuzzy blanket in tow.“The brat’s not home. Said his buddy was throwing a party after football practice, so he probably wouldn’t be coming back tonight.”“I figured,” Kai murmured, offering a quiet thanks as San draped the blanket over his shoulders. The warmth seeped into him through his clothes, beginning to thaw the chill in his bones almost instantly. “He wasn’t replying to my messages, so he’s probably passed out already.”The mention of his boyfriend caused Kai’s heart to throb painfully in his chest. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in Soobin’s strong arms, to be enveloped in the warm, fuzzy feeling that came with merely being in his presence. But Soobin wasn’t there, and Kai felt a fresh wave of tears threaten to fall at the reminder. He tried to force the feeling back down, although in vain. “If he’s not here, then I should probably be heading back. Thank you for the blanket, Mr. Choi. I’m sorry for bothering you.”“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not going anywhere like this.” San responded, his features still clouded with genuine worry, a look Kai had never seen directed at him before. Kai’s interactions with Soobin’s uncle had been limited to customary hellos and goodbyes, nothing of much substance. Kai didn’t know much about the older man, aside from the fact that Soobin absolutely loathed him and couldn’t wait to move out once he’d saved up enough money to do so.According to Soobin, San was a man who had succumbed to his vices long ago. And judging by the nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the table, Kai figured that was probably the truth. However, it was also true that Kai was curious about the circumstances surrounding San’s past, the stories hidden beneath the hardened exterior that time had etched into his features. He was probably in his late thirties by now, more than twenty years Kai’s senior.“No, it’s really alright. It’s already late and I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Kai said resolutely, ignoring the way that his stomach sank at the thought of going back home. There was absolutely nowhere else in the world that he wanted to be less than that, but standing in the middle of San’s living room, especially without Soobin there, made him feel unbearably out of place. San probably had better things to do than to look after a teary-eyed teenager, let alone one that he had spoken to only a handful of times.“Kai.” San’s voice was firm as he placed his hands on top of Kai’s shoulders, which had begun to tremble again without him even realizing it. Kai had to crane his neck upwards to meet the taller man’s gaze, something unfamiliar settling in his stomach at how discernible the size difference was between them. Kai had turned eighteen that month, officially no longer a bumbling adolescent, but he certainly felt like one beneath the weight of San’s heavy gaze. There was an edge of finality to San’s tone, as if Kai was a child being reprimanded. “I’m not letting you go anywhere like this. Frankly, I couldn’t care less whether or not you feel like a burden right now. I’m telling you that you’re not. That’s that.”Kai wasn’t sure what to say, so he settled for a silent nod. He didn’t have it in himself to argue further with San, and something told him that it wouldn’t have mattered anyway—San didn’t seem like the type to take no for an answer. San held his gaze for a moment before nodding back, gesturing towards the sofa. “Sit down.”Kai did as he was told, settling down on the sofa. His thoughts drifted to the last time that he’d sat there—his head resting on Soobin’s shoulder, his boyfriend’s arm wrapped protectively around him, while they watched some obscure indie movie that Soobin couldn’t get enough of. Now, Soobin’s uncle sat beside him, clearing his throat as he picked up the glass of whiskey that had been resting on the table. Hesitating for a moment, his gaze settled on Kai, something akin to inquisitiveness in his eyes. “Would you like one?”“I’m not old enough to drink.” Kai replied, immediately feeling stupid the moment that the words left his lips. Obviously, he wasn’t old enough to drink, but he was acting as if San didn’t know that Soobin was probably drunk off his ass right now, passed out in some corner of Todo’s house.San simply chuckled quietly, the sound low and rough. “Good kid,” He muttered, swirling the amber liquid around in his glass before taking a small sip. “A hell of a lot better than I was at your age, that’s for sure.”A smile ghosted at Kai’s lips, his first of the night. He didn’t want to admit it, but he already felt better, as though the weight on his chest had eased the moment he’d stepped inside. San’s presence was intimidating, but Kai found an undeniable warmth in both his words and his actions. Was it really there, or was he merely searching for similarities between him and Soobin?“Tell me what happened. Why were you crying?” San didn’t beat around the bush, didn’t bother acknowledging the fact that Kai hadn’t even been looking for him when he’d knocked on the door that night. Kai wrung his hands in his lap as he shyly averted his gaze, the feeling of being out of his depth engulfing him all over again. He couldn’t understand why San was doing this, why he cared at all about what was bothering Kai. From the little knowledge that he had about San, he was genuinely surprised that he hadn’t been asked to leave already, or, at the very least, sent up to Soobin’s room and out of the way.“It’s my dad.” Kai started unsurely, his voice lowered as he struggled to meet San’s piercing gaze. His eyes flickered downwards, lingering on his hands, clasped tightly in his lap. “He’s been staying out for longer, sometimes days at a time. And when he does come home, he’s too drunk to even stand upright.” His words faltered, a heavy lump forming at the base of his throat. “I have to help him get to bed because he can’t even walk by himself when he gets that way.”Kai paused, tears beginning to well in his eyes again. He didn’t know what had come over him—he’d never been the type to cry, practically the picture of stoicism, but he’d been feeling increasingly lonely as of late. Having a father didn’t mean anything at all when he was barely around to raise him. Kai should have been stronger, well aware that his father disappearing wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. However, coming home to an empty house was no longer something that he could come to terms with. Especially not after the kindness that he’d been shown by Soobin, someone that never made Kai doubt whether he was worth sticking around for.San didn’t speak right away. When he did, his voice was calm, measured. “Does he hurt you?”The sombre expression on San’s face caused something akin to fear to prick its way up Kai’s spine. Kai quickly shook his head, even though the question had fresh tears springing to his eyes, an inadvertent reaction to the mental image of his father laying a hand on him. “He would never do something like that… I don’t even think he knows how he makes me feel. To him, he’s doing me a favour just by sticking around. He’s probably right. It’s not like I’ve ever been a real son to him.”“Don’t say that.” San was quick to interrupt him, cutting through the fragile silence of the otherwise empty house. Before Kai could react, San’s fingers had wrapped around Kai’s wrist, his grip steady and grounding. The warmth of San’s hand felt as if it was searing him, red-hot sparks shooting upwards where their skin met. “He doesn’t deserve you making excuses for him, Kai. You’re just a kid. He’s meant to be the one looking after you, not the other way around. I may not know you well, but I know that you’re a good kid. You’ve always been a good kid. You deserve better than that, better than him. I’m sorry you’ve ever been made to feel otherwise.”The sincerity in San’s words crashed into Kai like a tidal wave, washing over him and instantly breaking down the walls that he’d spent years building. His breath hitched, and before he knew it, the tears that he’d been fighting so hard to hold back fell freely, his shoulders wracked with quiet sobs.Kai didn’t know how long he’d been waiting for someone to say those words to him—if he was being honest, he’d probably been waiting his whole life to hear them. You deserve better than that. For all his attempts to appear wise beyond his years, at his core, Kai was just an insecure, scared little boy, fighting for his father’s affection. As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, he’d never really grown out of it.A sudden warmth against his cheek startled Kai, instinctively flinching at the unexpected contact. His misty-eyed gaze rose to meet San’s, whose large hand had moved to cradle his face, wiping away his tears. San’s touch was uncharacteristically tender, his rough edges softened by an unfamiliar gentleness.Kai wasn’t sure how it happened—in one moment, San was gently brushing a thumb against his cheekbone, his gaze burning into Kai’s own. In the next, San’s lips were pressed against his. Kai’s lips parted in a questioning noise, but San simply took the opportunity to push his tongue inside Kai’s mouth, keeping him held in place with the firm grip that he had on his face. San’s grasp on Kai’s jaw kept him anchored, unable to move, unable to resist.There were a million questions running through Kai’s mind at once—the most prevalent being Why? Why was San doing this? Why had he kissed him? Why was he moving closer on the sofa, as if to consume him whole?Kai had only ever been kissed by one person before, and that was Soobin. He hadn’t realized just how different it could feel to have someone else’s mouth claiming his own, much less someone like San—an adult, a real grown man, two decades older than Kai and so much stronger than him, so much more powerful. While Kai’s original intention had been to push him off, he instead found his own tongue sliding messily against San’s, a wounded sound of desire punched out straight from his chest.“That’s it, sweetheart.” San cooed against Kai’s lips, something dangerously close to fondness dripping from his low, ragged tone. “I knew you could be good for me.”“Mr. Choi—” Kai managed to weakly stammer, but that was all he was able to get out before San was forcefully claiming his lips again, this time with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. The rough stubble lining his jaw scraped against Kai’s smooth skin as they kissed, sharp pinpricks of pain-pleasure shooting upwards whenever their chins collided. Kai felt like he couldn’t breathe, all the air sucked straight out of his lungs as a result of San’s violent assault on his lips.San kissed skilfully, as though he knew exactly how to unravel him. His taste was heady and overwhelming—a mix of smoke, liquor and sin, nothing at all like the familiar, comforting warmth of Soobin’s kisses. This was raw and all-consuming, and with a distinct shock to his system, Kai realized that he was getting wet, that his boxers had begun to feel sticky and damp with his arousal.Kai finally managed to dislodge himself from the kiss, forcefully pushing San away with two hands to his chest. He felt as if he’d lost all the strength in his arms, his abdomen heaving with the force of his breaths as he stared at San, at a complete loss for words. San didn’t resist, but his black eyes bore into Kai heatedly, darkened by something raw and primal.Kai’s own eyes burned—not with desire, but with the familiar sting of tears. They welled up, unbidden, spilling over his lashes, though this time for a different reason entirely. His voice cracked as he finally spoke, his words trembling with a mixture of anger and… another emotion that he couldn’t quite place. “How could you? You know that I’m—I’m seeing Soobin. You know that. How could you do that to him?”To Kai’s surprise, San laughed—a low, rumbling sound that sent a bolt of unease down his spine. He chuckled as if Kai had just said something amusing, as if he hadn’t been the one to force his tongue down Kai’s throat only moments ago, as if he wasn’t the reason that Kai was resisting the humiliating urge to squeeze his thighs together.“The brat doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of you, Kai.” Kai’s mouth opened to protest, but the weight of San’s gaze pinned him in place, silencing him before a single word could escape. The way that he looked at Kai was oppressive, commanding enough to render any protests meaningless. “You think he understands you? Then why isn’t he here right now?”“He didn’t know.” Kai whispered, shaking his head as if to refute San’s claims. Soobin hadn’t known that Kai would need him tonight, otherwise he never would have gone to that party. He would have been the one to let Kai in, the one to wrap a blanket around his shoulders, to hold him, to kiss him.“Really?” San responded cooly, sounding unconvinced. “Sounds to me like you’re making excuses for him. The same way you did for your father.” San leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower, venom accenting his words. “You really don’t think he’s out there right now, getting drunk and fucking some other girl?”“He would never do that.” Kai fought back weakly, as if the conviction behind his words had already begun to crumble. He was unable to fight off the flood of images that flashed through his mind, in rapid succession: His father’s back turned to him as he disappeared for the second time that week, his father passed out cold outside their entryway, reeking of liquor, his father regarding him with measured indifference—and worst of all, Soobin’s bright smile directed at someone else, a pretty girl tucked under his arm, his lips brushing against her as he murmured filth into her ears.”God,” San breathed, delicately cupping Kai’s face in his hands. He leaned in again, his dark gaze fixated on every one of Kai’s trembling breaths, drinking in the sight as if it were something sacred. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry, Kai.”Before Kai could process the words, San was kissing him again. One hand remained cradling his face, while the other slid to his throat, resting there with a grip that was firm but unconstricting—a silent reminder of San’s control. This time, Kai didn’t fight back. The fuzzy static in his mind drowned out any remaining protests. His lips yielded willingly to San’s forceful tongue, kissing him back with a ferocity that could only be born out of aching desperation.It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered at all. Kai draped his arms around San’s broad shoulders to pull him closer, a full-body shudder running through him at the feeling of San’s tongue melding against his own, as if that was where it belonged. It was only a kiss, but Kai felt as if he’d been torn apart, as if his innards had been bared for everyone to see—for San to do with as he pleased.A startled gasp escaped Kai as San’s grip on his throat suddenly tightened, the unexpected pressure sending a jolt of something sharp and electric through his body. San wasted no time, using Kai’s momentary surprise to push him down against the couch. There was nothing gentle about the way that San handled him, no pretence of delicacy, only raw, unrelenting power behind his every movement.Pinned beneath him, Kai was reminded yet again of the stark difference in their size. San’s sheer presence loomed over him, the dim light in the room blocked out by the breadth of San’s shoulders, as he claimed Kai’s mouth with a dominance that left little space for hesitation.Kai jolted at the feeling of something hot and heavy pressing against his thigh. San broke the kiss, his lips hovering near Kai’s ear as a low, guttural groan escaped him, rough and unrestrained. “You make me want to fucking tear you apart.” San said raggedly, the words so unflinchingly honest that they sent a rush of heat straight to Kai’s face, leaving him flushed. He’d never had someone speak to him this way before, and absolutely nothing could have prepared him to handle San being the one to do it.They both knew that this was wrong, undeniably so. San was so much older than him, the adult in this situation, the one that should have had the self-control to put a stop to it. But nothing in San’s predatory gaze suggested that he had any intention of stopping. Kai’s thoughts whirled—had San imagined doing this before? Had that pointed gaze, one that he’d always thought brimmed with apathy, been hiding something else this entire time?Kai held his breath as San’s hand slipped beneath the hem of his sweater. The soft fabric was pulled upwards, leaving his bare chest exposed. Instinct urged him to cover himself, but he resisted the urge to do so, his resolve faltering under the weight of San’s heated stare. “There isn’t much to see.” Kai mumbled, shyness lining the words. He felt out of his depth again, bare-chested beneath San, unable to help the way that his upper body trembled with nerves.“Don’t speak about yourself like that. You’re divine, Kai.” San spoke with reverence, before he bent down to press a kiss against Kai’s uncovered skin. The sensation sent a spark through him, sharp and immediate, as San’s mouth closed around one of his small breasts. The scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh drew a loud, unrestrained whine from Kai, his hands instinctively threading through San’s hair.Marks bloomed on Kai’s skin wherever San’s lips claimed him, his mouth demanding and insistent. Each sharp bite pulled out another bitten-off whimper from Kai’s lips, his body thrashing beneath San as heat coiled deep in his stomach. A broken moan escaped him, louder this time, as San shoved his thigh between his legs, forcing them further apart.Kai’s hips jerked up without his permission, pushing up against San’s thigh in a manner that was decidedly filthy. It was as if he was having an out of body experience, having San kiss and touch him like this. It was so different from the tender, careful touches that he was accustomed to receiving from Soobin, who always treated him like he was made of glass. But the thought of his boyfriend only made San’s cruel words ring in the back of Kai’s mind—You really don’t think he’s out there right now, getting drunk and fucking some other girl?“Lift your arms up for me, princess. I want to get this off of you.” Kai inhaled sharply at the way that the word princess sounded rolling off San’s tongue, his heart thundering in his chest as he obeyed, lifting his arms up. San pulled the sweater off of him in one swift motion, tossing it carelessly to the ground, where it lay forgotten. Kai’s pulse raced as he watched San’s eyes rake over him, sharp and predatory, as if he was already laid fully bare beneath him. San’s hand slid down to palm himself at the sight of Kai, his gaze lingering on him in a way that made him feel unbelievably wanted.“You’re so tiny, baby.” San spoke sweetly, his fingers trailing over Kai’s ribs. His lips curled into a feral grin, the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes deepening, a reminder of his age and experience, of why it seemed like it was effortless for him to take Kai apart. “Feels like I could break you.”“You won’t—you won’t break me.” Kai responded, somewhat stubborn. Kai wasn’t someone that could be broken so easily, not by something like this, something that was purely physical. “You can keep going.”“Never said that it was going to stop me, sweetheart.” San sneered down at him, the words sending a rush of heat straight to Kai’s stomach. True to his word, San moved to hastily tug down his pants and boxers, leaving them bunched around his knees.San was huge, throbbing and heavy as he wrapped a hand around his dick. He stroked himself languidly, his movements deliberate, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Kai. Kai was unable to look away, transfixed. His mouth flooded with saliva as San’s hand slid along his length, every purposeful stroke pulling Kai deeper into his orbit.San’s free hand reached out, his thumb pressing against Kai’s plush lower lip, tugging it down to reveal his gums and molars. Kai flushed at the unexpected contact, keeping his eyes locked on San as the other man examined his mouth. San’s fingers suddenly plunged deeper, two of them forcing their way down his throat, unexpectedly and without warning. Kai gagged, choking at the abrupt intrusion, his body tensing instinctively as his eyes began to water. Over the pounding rush of blood in his ears, Kai could just barely make out that San was speaking to him in low murmurs. “There you go, Kai. Take it. You’re so sweet for me, princess. Such a good fucking boy.”Static filled Kai’s head as he gagged around the thickness of San’s fingers, tears pooling at the edges of his lashes before spilling over. San’s other hand moved steadily as he stroked himself, the head of his dick brushing against Kai’s thigh every time his hips jerked forward. A dark, damp spot stained Kai’s sweats where San’s pre-cum had soaked through, the knowledge that Kai was the cause of his arousal making him feel warm all over.Saliva dripped from the corners of Kai’s mouth, trailing down his chin as he gargled around San’s fingers. Time felt suspended, the world around them fading into nothingness, as if they existed in a vacuum. In that moment, Kai had tunnel vision, unable to focus on anything else but San: his commanding hands, strong presence, the way that he’d carved a place for himself in Kai’s body without even really doing much. The sticky heat between Kai’s thighs grew more insistent, the discomfort of it making him squirm beneath San.Kai gasped for breath as San finally granted him a much-needed reprieve, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. The reprieve was short-lived, however, as San shifted, crawling forward on his knees until he loomed over Kai’s chest. His knees settled firmly on either side of Kai’s shoulders, forcing Kai to crane his neck upwards to meet his gaze as he hovered over him.“Open up, sweetheart. Suck.” The head of San’s dick smeared pre-cum against Kai’s chin as he tapped it against the lower half of his face—once, twice, a third time. Each tap made Kai’s breath hitch until, shyly, his lips parted in hesitant obedience.Kai’s inexperience was evident in the way that his lips clumsily wrapped around the head of San’s dick, not sucking yet, just letting it rest there. Allowing his jaw to get used to the unfamiliar weight, Kai’s mouth parted further, stretching to accommodate the substantial girth of San’s dick. Kai’s tongue swirled experimentally around the head, a wounded noise getting caught at the back of his throat as he swallowed around the intrusion.“That’s it, baby. Open up wider for me.” San’s voice was low, gravelly, laced with desire. His tone left no room for defiance, and neither did his actions, as he began to push more of his length down Kai’s throat. In the position that they were in, with San hovering over his chest, there was nowhere for Kai to move, nowhere to go. He was helpless in every sense of the world, unable to do anything but lie there and take it, even when the fullness stretching his throat grew uncomfortable. Kai could feel his thoughts leaking out of his ears, as his world was restrained to the steady, unrelenting pressure against his tongue, pushing deeper until it felt like it had nowhere else to go.Kai gagged, couldn’t help himself, but that didn’t deter San in the slightest, seemingly deadest on forcing his entire dick down Kai’s throat. Kai could hardly breathe, but he continued to take San further, wanting nothing more in that moment than to prove that he could be good. San’s fingers threaded through Kai’s ruffled hair, mercilessly pulling his head forward until his lips finally sealed around the base of his dick.“Jesus fucking Christ.” San swore, holding Kai’s head in place, his grip on his skull tightening. Kai’s teary eyes flicked up to meet his, mouth stretched wide, his breath coming in shallow pants. San held him there for a moment longer, before he was pulling Kai off of him, allowing him a second to breathe. Kai spluttered and coughed, his throat protesting at the brutal intrusion, but that hardly seemed to matter to San, as he forced Kai back down on his dick almost immediately.Kai’s saliva dripped out from the sides of his mouth, all the way down to his chin, as San used his throat like he was nothing more than a fleshlight existing solely for his pleasure. Kai’s legs thrashed as he grew light-headed, black spots taking over his vision as a result of the distinct lack of air going to his head. However, San always seemed to know just when to pull Kai off to prevent him passing out for real. Kai’s scalp and throat ached, but there was no denying the overwhelming waves of pleasure that blanketed him, the way he had to squeeze his thighs together to relieve the molten heat at his core.San’s grip on Kai’s head tightened, fingers tangling harshly in his hair as he forced him down even deeper, making sure that every inch of his dick was swallowed into the tight heat of his throat. The stretch was unforgiving as he forced Kai’s lips flush against the base, his nose buried in the coarse hair there. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. All he could do was take it, his throat convulsing helplessly around the intrusion.San groaned at the sensation, the deep vibration rumbling in his chest as he held Kai there, letting him choke, letting his throat flutter and tighten around him until his body twitched from the lack of oxygen. Only then did San finally drag him off, slow and deliberate. He pulled out just enough for Kai to suck in a desperate, gasping breath before shoving him right back down, keeping him held there for what felt like hours.Eventually, San pulled his length out, rubbing the head of his dick against Kai’s swollen lips, spreading his pre-cum around his mouth and leaving him wet and sticky. “Stick your tongue out for me.” Kai flushed hot at the command but did as he was told, sticking his tongue out under San’s watchful gaze. San tapped the head of his dick against Kai’s tongue, groaning roughly at the obscene sight of it. Then, he tilted his head down to spit right into Kai’s open mouth, smearing it in with the swollen head of his dick. “That’s it. My darling.”His darling. Kai’s whole body ran hot at the praise, unable to help the needy whine that escaped his lips as a result. San pressed his dick back past Kai’s lips, not even bothering to move his hips. Instead, he used his grip on Kai’s scalp to steer him back and forth, low groans leaving him every time that Kai swallowed him all the way down. The contrast between San’s saccharine-sweet words and the ruthless way that he used him crossed the wires in Kai’s mind, left him at a loss as to which version held the truth. There wasn’t much room for him to think, though, not when San continued to abuse his throat like he owned him.Seconds or hours could have passed—with the way that San was using him, Kai couldn’t be sure. When the older man finally relented, giving him a moment’s respite from the relentless assault on his throat, it was to shift back, sliding off him entirely and settling further down the sofa. A soft, questioning sound lodged itself in Kai’s throat, blinking through the wet haze in his eyes to watch San kick his trousers and boxers the rest of the way off. His shirt followed soon after, discarded with the same ease.The newly exposed skin was a canvas of tanned muscle, thick bands of muscle that wrapped around San’s chest and arms, accentuating the sharp angles of his physique. Kai had seen his face, but he never could have guessed that so much power was hidden beneath San’s clothes, making him appear even more intimidating than he already did. Despite his age, it was clear that San took care of himself—broad didn’t even begin to cover his impressive build, skin stretched taut over his abs, wide shoulders and tapered waist. His body was carved from years of strength and discipline, and Kai couldn’t help but feel flustered by the sight, the sheer difference in size leaving him feeling small in comparison.“Your turn, sweetheart.” San’s voice was a low murmur, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Kai’s sweats. A gentle tug prompted Kai to lift his hips, allowing San to slide them down his legs and toss them carelessly aside, leaving them somewhere beside his discarded shirt. San clicked his tongue approvingly at the sight of Kai in only his boxers, a plain white pair that had been almost completely soaked through with his arousal, leaving them translucent. It was embarrassing, knowing just how wet he’d gotten when San hadn’t even touched him down there, resulting solely from having San’s dick forced down his throat.“So fucking wet for me, Kai. Sweet little boy.” San cooed, the words only sending Kai further down the floaty headspace that he’d been stumbling towards. Kai’s entire body burned with embarrassment, having to fight the overwhelming urge to hide his face in his hands. He watched with his breath held as San pulled his boxers off as well, leaving him fully exposed. His legs twitched in protest, but there was no closing them—not with San’s knee prying his legs apart, keeping him spread open.San’s gaze was trained on the sticky mess between Kai’s legs, the way that he was looking at him somehow just as scorching as his touch. Kai felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that went beyond just being naked. It was as if San could see straight through him, past flesh and bone, right to his very core. Kai swallowed hard, unable to help himself from wondering what exactly was running through San’s mind when he looked at him like that. Another part of him said that he would probably be scared if he knew the full extent of it.San reached forward, sliding a finger along Kai’s clit and down to his opening, wedging it in without preamble. Kai gasped at the intrusion, knowing that it was a tight fit, just from the way that San’s gaze darkened. “The brat wouldn’t have the first clue what to do with this pussy.” San spoke beneath his breath, the words said so low that Kai wasn’t sure whether they were even intended for his ears to pick up. Kai blushed as San pulled his finger out, a stretchy string of slick snapping between his hand and his mound. San’s finger was glistening, undeniable proof of his arousal, and Kai was no longer certain whether the feeling threatening to engulf him was shame or desire.“Move up a bit. Let’s switch positions.” Kai nodded, his movements shaky as he pushed himself upright on the sofa. He allowed San to guide him the way that he wanted him. San settled onto his back, before lifting a hand, beckoning Kai forward. Kai wavered, flush deepening as his gaze darted over San’s casually sprawled form.“Where exactly do you want me to go?” Kai questioned, inwardly wincing at just how gravelly his voice sounded, a byproduct of San’s rough treatment of his throat.“I want you to sit on my face, sweetheart.” San spoke plainly, regarding Kai in a way that only made him feel more embarrassed. Kai’s eyes widened, scandalized, the warmth to his cheeks practically scorching him with just how overheated he felt. “I’m not going to sit on your face! I’ll suffocate you.”San laughed, a full-bodied thing, as if Kai had just said the funniest thing in the world. “You’re not going to suffocate me, Kai. You hardly weigh a thing. Come on, now.”Kai faltered for only a moment longer before shuffling forward on his knees, possessed by the expectant way that San was looking at him. He held himself up over the upper half of San’s body, his breath coming out in uneven bursts. It felt about a thousand times more embarrassing to put himself on display like this, knowing that San was getting up-close and personal with the most intimate sight of Kai, one that no one else had ever really seen before. Distantly, he was glad that he was facing the wall, knowing that the sight of San’s dick between his spread thighs would have left him undone.“That’s it, princess.” San sounded obscenely pleased, the warm puff of breath against the slick heat of his pussy causing a full-bodied shiver to course throughout Kai. “Now sit down.” Kai sucked in a deep breath, before slowly lowering his weight down, palms pressed against the wall for support. San, on the other hand, didn’t appear to have the same reservations. His hands gripped Kai’s thighs, pulling him down the rest of the way, his mouth pressing flush against him. San’s tongue eagerly laved over Kai’s folds, dragging through the wetness with obscene intent.Kai jolted as San’s hands found his chest, kneading roughly at his tits while he lapped at his arousal. The line between pain and pleasure blurred, and there was no controlling the volume of Kai’s moans as he struggled to hold himself up. San’s grip on his chest was firm, almost bruising, while his mouth on Kai’s pussy was molten, liquid heat. San’s tongue pushed deeper, dipping past his entrance, moaning against Kai’s pussy as if he was the one getting head instead.“Is it—ah—good?” Kai panted, the tips of his ears burning. No one had ever done this to him before, and the shame of it spilt unbidden, threatening to overwhelm the pleasure. But then San’s mouth latched onto his clit, sucking with devastating precision, a sucker punch to his system. He wasn’t necessarily expecting a verbal response, but San spoke against his pussy anyway, the words heady with his arousal. “Tastes so fucking good, sweetheart. You’re perfect.”Kai couldn’t help himself, his hips grinding clumsily against San’s face, on pure instinct alone. “Good fucking boy.” San slurred against his pussy, nosing into his folds. Kai sobbed as his fingers tangled into San’s hair, pushing him forward as he rode his face, desperately trying to gather his bearings.“Feels good, San, please, more.” Kai moaned, but it came out broken and garbled, his body unable to handle the sheer intensity of the pleasure flooding his veins.The squelching noises that filled the room only made the heat engulfing Kai’s body burn brighter, the knowledge that he was so wet that every slurp of San’s tongue against his pussy was deafeningly audible. San’s tongue was demanding as it flicked over Kai’s aching clit, then pushed into his entrance, only to retreat and circle back again. When he fucked just the tip of his tongue inside, Kai couldn’t help himself, shoving forward and smearing his wetness all over San’s chin and jaw.“Please, please, San, please—” Kai was babbling now, rocking his hips faster against San’s mouth, shamelessly bucking against his tongue. San ate him like it was all that he knew how to do, making out with Kai’s pussy in a filthy imitation of how he’d previously devoured his mouth.White-hot pleasure crept up the base of Kai’s spine, and his grip on San’s strands tightened forcibly as an orgasm tore through him, unexpectedly and without warning. Kai’s mouth parted in a silent gasp, tongue lolled out, his legs shaking with the force of his orgasm. He rode it out, helpless to the pleasure, the vibrations of San groaning against his pussy only further intensifying the feeling.Between his legs felt like a sloppy mess, a combination of his own wetness and San’s spit. San ate him out throughout it, not stopping even when the pleasure began to toe the line of oversensitivity. San lapped up everything that Kai gave him, drinking him down as if he couldn’t bear to waste a single drop, before prodding at his sensitive entrance, pushing his tongue back inside.“S-San, please. I can’t anymore.” Kai sobbed out, his legs trembling so violently that he couldn’t pull away from San’s insistent mouth even if he wanted to. Finally, San relented. He halted his ministrations, guiding Kai off of him with a steady hand, his grip lingering like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. The moment that San released him, Kai collapsed against his chest, boneless and shaking, unable to find the strength to even apologize for it. His breath came in ragged, uneven bursts, his entire body wracked with tremors as the aftershocks of his release crashed through him.Kai’s mind was full of static, but he still startled at the feeling of San’s dick pressing against his thigh, this time without the layers of fabric separating them. San hissed in his ear as he fisted himself, his pre-cum damp and smearing against Kai’s skin. His hips jerked forward desperately, in a manner that was so different from the decidedly controlled way that he usually carried himself with.And with another forceful shove of his hips, that was San’s dick, pressed right up against Kai’s sloppy hole. Kai clutched at San’s shoulders as he panted, open-mouthed against his neck, a sharp gasp catching in his throat at the feeling of the wide, blunt head of San’s dick stretching out his entrance.“Has he done this to you before?” San growled in his ear, his voice barely restrained, sounding as if he was on the edge of hysteria. Kai could hardly think, let alone speak, another broken sound tumbling from his open mouth at the feeling of the tip of San’s dick breaching his untouched hole.“I said—” San used his free hand to grab Kai’s jaw, his fingers flexing tightly around his face, forcing his gaze upward. “Has he fucked you yet?”Kai shook his head frantically, unable to do anything else, the meat of his cheeks squashed in San’s authoritative grip. A needy whimper caught in his throat as San thrust up against him, harsh pricks of pain shooting up his body from where their hips were pressed together. It was the truth—they hadn’t had sex yet. In fact, they hadn’t even come close. Since they’d started dating, they’d kissed, and Kai had given one clumsy hand job, but that was the extent of it. Soobin was always so careful with him, had softly confessed once that he was afraid of hurting Kai, wanted to take things slow so he could treasure him the way that he deserved.There was nothing careful about the way that San handled him. Nothing careful about the obscenely pleased sigh that left his lips at the knowledge that he would be the first, the harsh shove of his hips to cram more of his dick inside a hole that hadn’t been prepped enough to take him in, the bruising grip of his fingers that held tight at the base of his dick to hold himself steady.By the time that San’s length had been fully sheathed inside Kai, he felt suspended in time, stretched taut between pain and pleasure. There was a steady, low ache that persisted, crawling its way up his body and threatening to swallow him whole. His whole body tensed as he squirmed on top of San, pussy stretching to accommodate the sheer girth of San’s dick. Despite the soreness at his entrance, his clit throbbed steadily, so wet that he could feel himself dripping with it.Kai wasn’t sure how it happened—one moment, red-hot searing pain, his eyelashes clumped with tears as his body fought to handle the intrusion. The next, nothing but blinding pleasure left behind in its place, consuming every nerve. Kai sobbed, clutching tightly to San’s body as he rocked his hips upwards, the blunt head of his dick pressing up right against Kai’s cervix. San was breathing hard in his ear, speaking to Kai in low, hushed murmurs: Sweet boy, taking me so well. That’s it, sweetheart, let me in. So fucking good for me, Kai. You were made for this.Kai wheezed out a shaky gasp as San lifted him effortlessly, like he weighed nothing at all, only to drop him back down on his dick. Kai’s toes curled, his walls clenching around the base of San’s dick as the older man handled him like he owned him. Even though Kai was on top, San was the one that held all the control, his hips pushing up to bully Kai’s cervix with each shove in. San pounded into him with a single-minded focus that left no room for any restraint, Kai’s moans practically echoing off the walls of the house with every deep thrust.The next thrust stole what little breath Kai had left, driving so deep inside of him that he saw sparks behind his eyes. His fingers clawed helplessly at San’s broad shoulders, muscles straining as he tried to stabilize himself, but it was impossible. San wouldn’t let him. His large hands guided Kai’s body, dragging him down hard onto his dick, forcing him to feel every inch, every pulse of heat sinking deep inside. Kai’s head tipped back, lips parting around a silent moan as San filled him over and over, every single thrust backed by raw strength.Every movement knocked more breath from Kai’s lungs, his body so sensitive that he could feel every shift, every thick drag of San’s dick rubbing raw against his inner walls. His thighs trembled where they straddled San’s hips, muscles twitching with exhaustion, but he couldn’t stop moving. His body wanted more even as it burned, his hips rocking down with each thrust, greedily meeting the deep, unforgiving snap of San’s hips. The slick sounds between them grew even louder, filthier, each one making the heat in Kai’s stomach coil tighter.Without warning, Kai was coming—falling apart in San’s arms, his entire body shaking. His pussy gripped at San tight enough to hurt, a near constant stream of whines slipping from his loose mouth. San’s pace didn’t slow or falter, cursing beneath his breath as he fucked Kai harder, in his sticky, sore pussy. Kai could feel his own arousal dripping out of him, slicking up San’s dick and keeping him buried deep inside, as if his body refused to let him go.San’s dick pulsed inside of him, the steady throb matching the frantic rhythm of Kai’s heart. He could tell that San was close from the way that his thrusts lacked the precision that he’d started off with, instead devolving into something unrestrained, a physical manifestation of San’s raw power with every brutal drive of his hips. Kai’s own body moved on instinct. He wasn’t quite riding San, only able to move his hips shallowly as he ground down on his lap, too sensitive from his orgasm.Kai’s head craned upwards to brush his lips clumsily against San’s, sucking his lower lip into his mouth, pushing their tongues together in a needy imitation of a kiss. San’s grip tightened at the back of his head, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore Kai’s mouth. What Kai was doing couldn’t really be called kissing San back as he panted open-mouthed against him, his saliva dribbling down messily between their chins. It was filthy, but that didn’t do anything to quell the desire thrumming through Kai’s veins.“You’re going to make me cum.” San snarled, his rhythm faltering, the sharp snap of his hips turning erratic. “Going to let me fill you up, sweetheart?”Kai barely had time to process the words before San’s hand grabbed his ass without warning, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises behind in his wake. Kai yelped, his body jerking from the unexpected pain, but his mind latched onto nothing except the burning need building up in his stomach. There was no denying that he wanted it. He knew that it was a bad idea, that San hadn’t used a condom, that he was fucking him bare. But all the rationality and level-headedness that came as second nature to Kai had been stripped long ago, replaced by something purely reckless instead. He longed for San’s praise, wanted nothing more than for San to tell him that he was doing well, making him proud.“Yes, San, please.” Kai pleaded against his lips, nuzzling against him, his swollen walls clenching around him on instinct. San groaned, his fingers clenching around Kai’s ass as he slammed into him, cramming the entire length of his dick into Kai’s abused pussy. San’s dick swelled, the blunt head pressing deep inside, before a sudden warmth filled Kai up. A broken sob was wrenched from him as San came, thick, hot, endless. Kai could feel San’s dick pulsing inside of him, rhythmic spurts of cum flooding his womb.Kai’s whole body trembled, his pussy spasming around San’s softening dick, the aftershocks sending jolts of electricity up his spine. His thighs shook uncontrollably, muscles weak and useless, while his chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths. A dull ache settled deep in his core, a lingering reminder of just how much he’d taken, every nerve in his body still humming with overstimulation. Kai wasn’t sure how much time passed before he finally remembered how to breathe, but when San finally pulled out, he instantly mourned the loss, his oversensitive body twitching.A strong hand steadied him, keeping him perched in San’s lap, while the other slipped down to rest at the small of Kai’s back, stroking gentle patterns against his bare skin. Kai was sticky and sated, bone-deep exhaustion settling in every inch of his body. The fatigue settled in slow, his breaths still uneven, as if each one was stolen from his lungs.A quiet noise caught in Kai’s throat, heat prickling in his cheeks at the feeling of San’s cum starting to leak out of him. He was struck with the inexplicable urge to reach down, to press his fingers against his entrance and keep San’s cum inside, as if some primal part of him knew that it belonged there.“M’sorry, I’m probably making a mess of your sofa.” Kai mumbled, delayed shyness creeping in as he peeked up at San through matted eyelashes. A shiver ran through him at the focused intensity that he was met with in the other’s black eyes. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, sweetheart. You’ve been so good for me.”Kai felt his face heat, unable to hold San’s gaze when he spoke to him in that way. There was something possessive in the way that San looked at him, something that couldn’t be explained with just words. The quiet reverence in his voice and the warmth of his fingers as they traced absentminded patterns against Kai’s skin felt like a contradiction to everything that he knew about him. The same hands that had handled him so roughly now moved with an unexpected tenderness, as if they were capable of not only destruction, but care too.“Kai, I meant what I said earlier when I called you a good kid. I think you deserve the world.” San murmured, the hushed tone of his voice only adding to the cotton that was building in Kai’s head. His mind felt entirely devoid of thoughts, the weight of exhaustion pressing against his bones. “It’s been a long night, and I know that you’re tired. We can deal with everything tomorrow. For now, just let me take care of you, okay?”Kai hummed a quiet response, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at San. There were still so many unanswered questions lingering in his mind, though they no longer felt urgent. All that he really wanted to do in that moment was to sleep, overwhelmed by the events of the night and too tired to make sense of the emotions still tangled deep inside of him.What Kai did know was that, in just one night, San had managed to make him feel more needed than he had in the last eighteen years of his life. He was there for Kai in a moment of vulnerability, when it felt like there was no one else that could handle the crushing weight of Kai’s burdens but himself. Kai had always been the one to fend for himself, the one who had no choice but to be strong. But maybe, for once, he didn’t have to be.Kai’s pussy ached from where San had fucked him, his throat was raw from the way that he’d swallowed him down, his lips bruised and swollen from how they’d been devoured. But there was also something akin to warmth sparking deep in his chest, a feeling that had been building ever since he’d first walked through the door. He felt looked after, cared for, needed by San.San, who had been on this earth for far longer than Kai, who had probably dealt with his own share of demons and understood what it was like to be in Kai’s position. Despite what he’d been told about him, Kai couldn’t ignore the undercurrent of gentleness woven into San’s every word and touch. Surely, San had his best interests in mind, or he never would have let Kai in that night. With one last kiss pressed to his forehead by San’s gentle lips, Kai allowed his eyes to drift shut, deciding to let someone else take the reins for once.—Would Kai still feel the same way knowing that San had lied? If he had the knowledge that Soobin hadn’t gone to a party at all? That he’d sprained his ankle during practice and left his phone behind in the commotion? That San had been watching television when he’d received a call from an unknown number, asking him to confirm that he was Soobin’s legal guardian? That San had just been about to leave for the hospital to pick Soobin up, when Kai showed up at their doorstep, broken and vulnerable?San doubted that it would make much of a difference in the long run. San didn’t need the truth to bind Kai to him—just the certainty that no one else would stay. He knew Soobin surely wouldn’t, not after learning that Kai had given his virginity away to the only person that Soobin had ever truly despised. And when Soobin inevitably did leave him, when Kai’s father finally walked out of that door for the last time, San would be there to pick up the broken pieces. Kai was never going to feel alone again—San would make sure of it.