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Everyone is laughing but he's having a hard time keeping up with the conversation because he probably is living his worst nightmare. 

Intak had managed to convince him to make a little appearance in their ten year high school reunion, only to cancel himself just when Jiung was walking into the bar. It's not a formal thing like in american movies, it's just a girl that manages to keep a grasp on enough classmates’ contact information that makes a reservation for twenty people or so in a somewhat bougie drafthouse near their old school. 

Jiung has managed to skip the reunion for almost ten years because he moved out of town, but even if he still lived here, he probably would have avoided it like the plague. He wasn't on bad terms with most of his classmates, technically, but there's something uncomfortable about seeing all those people that just stood by and watched for years as he just got bullied by the guy sitting beside him. Some things never change, he thinks, because the same thing is happening right now.

When he arrived to the place, most people were already there in the tight sitting arrangement. However, Keeho scooted to the side on the bench, patting the spot he just cleared. 

“Sit here, Jiung!” His smile, as bright and convincing as always.

Jiung forced a tight smile as he agreed “Don't mind if I do.” 

Some people greeted him, excited to see him for the first time since they graduated, they said Hi and asked what he's been up to. Some didn't seem to recognize him, probably because he didn't make that much of an impression back then. However, he can recognize most of his classmates; they look the same but not quite. Ten years of being office drones and failed relationships tend to steal the youthful look out of anyone, honestly. He is surprised as to how many of them just showed up after work, still wearing their employee badges and ties or those mules that look kinda professional but are mostly just a comfortable shoe.

Not him, though. 

Keeho is also wearing his suit and tie, but they look way more expensive than anyone else's. Not satisfied with that, his sculpted physique peaks underneath giving him a powerful silhouette. His wide back and big pecs threaten to pop all the seams every time he moves. It's not properly tailored and in another person it could look tacky, but not him. It just looks like he just keeps getting bigger muscles faster than what he can shop. The perfectly styled hair highlights his sharp eyes, his angular jawline and prominent cheekbones… everything in his face forces everyone to pay attention to him, even when he's not the one talking. Jiung remembers how he could make the whole class laugh at Jiung’s expense with that same ease. Just like right now, he has him in a tight side hug over Jiung's shoulders, casually enough to show off the luxury watch resting on his wrist.

It's different this time around, and probably even more nerve wrecking. When the conversation begins to fragment into smaller groups, Keeho turns to look at him and smiles. Bright white teeth hidden behind luscious lips; his smile is nothing like it used to be. It's polite, measured, practiced in a way that he probably uses to appear friendly and inoffensive in whatever it is he does for work now. 

“It's been a long time since we've seen you.” He says. 

His voice is different too, softer and kinder. Jiung doesn't like it. He knows how to deal with Keeho being obnoxious, this feels way more machiavellian and therefore, much more taxing. He takes a sip of his craft beer and sighs.

“Yeah, not much to report.” He doesn't want to sound bitter, but that's how it comes out, so he laughs to pass it off as a joke.

“Intak told us you work as an Art Director for a magazine. That's pretty cool.” Keeho insists, his eyebrows furrowed in faux concern.

“He did, huh?” Another gulp of his beer goes down.

Keeho finally takes his arm off Jiung's shoulders and backs off a little, clearly dejected. Jiung feels stupid for falling for such a cheap trick, but still, he caves in.

“What about you? You look pretty well off.” He keeps drinking to make the conversation more tolerable. 

“I’m a broker. My crypto paid off, so I'm doing okay.” Jiung wants to rip that humble expression off his face. 

The shoes Keeho is wearing are off the runway and the watch costs more than what Jiung makes in a year. He knows about that stuff so he struggles to not roll his eyes. Thankfully, another classmate calls for Keeho's attention. Some of them want to know something about whatever. Jiung downs what's left of his beer and takes that opportunity to excuse himself saying he's going out for a smoke.

Outside he gets hit by the cold of the early autumn night; the realization that he is probably drunker than he thought also hits him. He walks up to the alley next to the bar, in hopes that no one will interrupt him there. Maybe he can sneak away and wire his part of the bill later; it's a shitty thing to do, but the thought of going back makes him want to puke.

He really doesn't want to think about it, but the memories just start to come back whether he wants to remember or not. Keeho used to make Jiung's life miserable. Most of the abuse was about Jiung being effeminate, or gay, and how bad those things were. The way Keeho and his minions would utter those slurs, and how they would ask him inappropriate questions about his sex life and his body made Jiung develop issues he struggled with until his second year of university. Because yeah, he liked guys; Keeho and the rest were clever enough to figure that out, but they made him so terrified about it, he tried to suppress it for as long as he could.

He thought after all these years, he was over it. Ten years is a lot of time. But apparently not enough.

“Hey.” The voice he doesn't wanna hear says as it approaches him. “Can I bum a smoke?”

The millionaire is asking Jiung for free stuff. He wants to scoff, but he stops himself. He just offers his pack to Keeho, who takes one out.

Instead of asking for a lighter like a normal person, he raises Jiung's chin and lights his up using the burning tip of the cigarette resting between his lips. At that moment, his face brightens with a yellow hue, making him look even more demonic than normal. He takes a drag and sighs.

“I get the vibe you don't like me very much.” Again with that stupid façade. 

“Yeah, no shit.” Jiung covers his face with the cigarette, hoping Keeho can't tell he's shaking. It could be the cold, could be anger or fear. Jiung isn't entirely sure.

“You know how kids are, it was… ignorance.” Keeho laughs, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. That doesn't stop him from throwing all the smoke he exhales onto Jiung's face.

In a weird way, the thought of gratefulness pops up. At least Keeho isn't like one of those bullies that when you meet them years later, they can't remember all the damage they inflicted. As of now, though, Keeho is still sending the same shivers down Jiung's spine he used to back then and he doesn't know if that's any better. Maybe ten years are really too little time for a person to truly change. 

“Yeah, ignorance.” Jiung repeats trying to figure out what Keeho wants. He used to be pretty good figuring out his mood swings. Right now, he's drawing a blank.

The distance between the two of them is uncomfortably short, he can feel Keeho's body heat from where he is standing. His eyes are fixed on Jiung, cold, unrelenting. It's the same look he used to give him, when he would pin Jiung down and force him to lick his shoes. The darkness and silence of the alley make him look just as dangerous as he did back then. Jiung doesn't want to feel like a prey, but he knows that's what he is.

“I should apologize, I guess.” He finally looks away, rubbing his neck, still not letting go of the good guy act. “It was mostly things I didn't understand about myself, and I took out all of those issues on you. It wasn't fair.”

He taps the ash off and takes another drag. This time, he looks at Jiung from under his eyelashes, almost flirty. 

“In my defense, I always thought you were at your cutest when you cried.” His hand reaches to touch Jiung's cheek. He doesn't like that when Keeho does it, his reflex is to flinch, but it's just a gentle caress.

Jiung feels disconcerted, completely dumbfounded to even process what is happening.

“You understand what I'm saying, right?” The severe eyes make a comeback.

“I don't understand, no.” Jiung manages to say. 

Keeho rolls his eyes and takes Jiung by the wrist. He drags him across a couple streets until they reach the place where a very expensive looking sports car is parked. Jiung knows about designer clothes and watches, about art. He doesn't really know about cars. It doesn't really matter, because Keeho opens the passenger door and pushes him inside before he can get a proper look.

“Wait… the others.” Jiung manages to say in his stupor. 

“I already paid everyone's tab.” Keeho shrugs as he starts the car.

The drive is uncomfortably silent at first, Keeho focuses on the road with his brows furrowed. Jiung has enough brain capacity to discreetly share his location with Intak in case he goes missing or something. After that, he just watches Keeho. He doesn't look angry, more like contrite, which doesn't make Jiung feel any better.

“Are you going to kill me?” He guesses it doesn't hurt to ask.

Keeho stops looking at the road for a second, completely outraged.

“No!” He looks back at the road after the car starts shifting a little too much to the left. “I'm just realizing what I'm doing.”

“What are you doing, precisely?” Jiung asks, feeling slightly more reassured.

“Y’know, the fantasy. Going to the highschool reunion and scoring with your crush from back in the day.” He laughs nervously.

“Who's the crush?” Jiung understands, but he doesn't really.

“You?” Keeho's eyebrows are all over the place. “I'm driving us to my hotel room to have sex, but like… I just realized halfway through that I didn't really ask you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, tho. This is me just being socially inept, I can drive you home if you want, or back to the reunion if you think that's safer.”

Jiung sees his hands tense up on the steering wheel and his way of speaking become more and more erratic.

“... because of course you wouldn't feel safe with the guy that used to bully you just to feed his sexual deviancy. What do you think about when you masturbate, Keeho? Well, about tying my classmate Jiung down and making him cry and then cuming on his face. Y’know. Normal stuff. Maybe we should talk things out first in the daylight. Go for a coffee. You live in Seoul, right? I can fly in next time you're free. My schedule is whatever.”

Keeho is rambling by this point and Jiung finds a deep satisfaction in seeing this muscley crypto bro with the face of a model struggle so much. It feels like reparations. He can't help but laugh. 

“Is that what it was? You tortured me all those years just because it was a kink for you?” Jiung can't stop laughing because it is truly funny. “You treated me like that and then went home to jack off? Meanwhile I was terrified of being queer.”

“Why is that funny?” Keeho asks with a confused smile.

“Why not?” Jiung retorts, wiping the tears away. It's been a while since he had such a good laugh.

After a moment of silence, Keeho says

“I guess it doesn't matter. Lemme change the course to the bar again, I'll drop you off. I don't know what I was thinking.” His voice is the most somber it has been the whole night. He turns around and gives Jiung a sad, awkward smile. 

This is the reason why Jiung always ends up in awful situations. Keeho looks so defeated that he can't help feeling bad about it, nevermind this is the guy that forced Jiung to crawl in all fours for his entertainment. Now that he thinks about it… it all starts to make much more sense, actually. He just hopes Keeho doesn't manage to make him regret his decision.

“Let's just go to the hotel.” He sighs.

“Really?” Keeho perks up immediately. Almost like a puppy. “You can tap out whenever you want, really. Do not be afraid.”

“What are you? A biblically accurate angel?” Jiung cringes.

Jiung isn't sure what he expected Keeho to do once they were in the hotel, but ordering room service and sitting down to chat wasn't it. 

“The matcha here is great. Ceremonial grade. I don't really get the hype behind matcha, tastes kinda like grass to me, but I read a review that people really like it here.” Keeho overexplains.

“What are we doing, Keeho?” Jiung asks point blank, growing impatient with the other man stalling.

“I mean…” Keeho rubs the back of his neck nervously. Maybe that's an actual thing he does. “I did tell you maybe we should talk first.”

“About?” Jiung frowns.

“The elephant in the room.” Keeho says, as if that's enough. 

Jiung just raises a judgy eyebrow. If he isn't getting any answers, neither should Keeho. 

“About me?” Keeho reformulates. He looks like he honestly wants to kill himself as he says “And about how I thrusted you into my sadomasochistic tendencies?”

“You're a kinky guy, what about it?” Jiung rolls his eyes.

The staff knocks on the door to deliver a tea set and some pastries. Jiung never realized Keeho actually ordered something. He gently places a cup in front of Jiung, and with a lot of delicacy he serves him the tea. Jiung can't help but notice that the hands he felt on his shoulder as huge, are actually quite delicate. His fingers are thin, with nails trimmed with a lot of care and the skin looks fairly soft. The only thing that makes them look masculine are the raised veins that surround them.

After Keeho serves himself a cup, he keeps talking.

 “You were my first love, isn't that fucked up?” He laughs despite himself.

“You really didn't show it.” Jiung scoffs.

“Nah, I did. In my own way.” Keeho laughs. Jiung doesn't budge, so his smile slides off his face.

“I'm sorry I hurt you, I really am.” He gives Jiung that awkward smile again. “To the point that I feel like I should just let you live your life far away from me. Like, that's the kindest thing I could do, I think.” 

That cold stare comes back, forcing Jiung to stay in his seat, nervous to move a single muscle. Then, for the first time since they arrived at the hotel, Keeho says something that sends chills down Jiung's spine.

“I just don't think I want to do that, tho. Why would I when I finally have you here?”

“What do you want to do, then?” Jiung asks, leaning forward, trying to challenge Keeho a bit. “Are you one of those nerds that travel with a suitcase full of their kink gear?” 

Keeho does look like the sad part of the Patrick Bateman-Christian Grey types. All that money, luxury and perversion just to end up being kind of a dork.

“Not really.” Keeho doesn't really take much insult to Jiung's comment. “I just like seeing you suffer.”

It's maybe a little sociopathic the way he says it like it's the most pedestrian thing to do. There's people who are into weirder stuff, Jiung guesses.

“What about you? Is there a preference or restriction I should be aware of?” He asks, his whole posture telling Jiung he is an active listener. Very corporate of him.

“You'll just have to take responsibility for what you turned me into.” Jiung shrugs. 

Keeho's eyes look confused, between the excitement of when Jiung agreed to come to the hotel, and like he's getting caught up in his mind by something else. Jiung rolls his eyes and stands up, he doesn't have Keeho's time. 

“What are you doing?” Keeho looks genuinely scared, as if it occurred to him Jiung could just up and leave.

Jiung takes off his baggy sweater and T-shirt without putting on too much of a show, but even then he can feel the weight of Keeho's eyes wherever he's looking. His neck, his protruding clavicles, his chest, his pierced nipples, his navel.

“You brought me here for something, didn't you?” He says, already tired of all this pussyfooting. “I'm doing my part.”

Jiung continues undressing. He struggles with his belt quite a bit, his hands are shaking both in horror and anticipation. He's not entirely sure what's pushing him forward with this whole ordeal. It is very likely the way Keeho treated him shaped all of his likes and dislikes during sex, but Jiung isn't too sure if the man himself is something he actually wants to deal with. This could go bad pretty easily, or just be disappointing. It all could happen and the uncertainty is making him really nervous. He takes a deep breath and tries to push away all of those thoughts, experience dictates that he enjoys himself the most when he manages to turn his head off and just follow the flow.

Once the belt is gone, his pants simply fall off his thin hips all the way down to his ankles. He steps out of them and as he takes off his socks, he makes a promise with himself to take this evening into his own hands and to do whatever it takes to make himself enjoy it. Keeho and everything else be damned.

From his chair, Keeho has his hand resting against his temple, observing Jiung up and down. The bulge in his pants is pretty noticeable too, and it sketches a deep grin on Jiung's face. Keeho raises his eyebrow again. Without taking his eyes off of Jiung, he flicks his fingers ordering Jiung to get closer. The movement is kind of obscene, almost like he's fingering a girl. 

Jiung decides to take it up a notch, and goes there crawling on all fours, just for old times sake, making sure not to break eye contact with Keeho. Once he's, there sitting on the floor next to him, he sees that Keeho is still trying to figure out how the things are going to work. So, Jiung settles for licking the same fingers Keeho used to call him. 

It's a little salty, but he has definitely tasted worse. The skin is soft, as if Keeho has never experienced a day of physical labor before. He keeps lapping them with his tongue, then hollowing his cheeks to suck on them. He just wishes Keeho would dare to play more with his tongue. Catch it with his fingers and make Jiung show it. It doesn't happen, Keeho's fingers just comply with Jiung's whims and nothing else.

“Are you gonna do something?” He asks and then he gives them one last lick, his tongue flat against them. “...At all?”

“I'm taking everything in.” He just answers and casually wipes the remaining trail of saliva off his fingers on Jiung's cheek. “This kinda feels like Christmas.” 

“Boring.” Jiung sighs. He starts pawing near Keeho's crotch. Rubbing his face against his fully clothed cock, mouthing around it from time to time. “Here I thought you were gonna abuse me in a fun way.”

“This isn't abuse.” Keeho declares sternly. 

“That's why this isn't working out.” Jiung starts unzipping his pants and slides his underwear enough for him to have access to Keeho's cock. 

The cock is pretty nice and girthier than Jiung's, just a little longer. The balls are completely hairless, which Jiung isn't super fond of, but he can appreciate the effort. He rubs his face against them, taking in the scent. It's not the pleasant musk you get when there's clean pubic hair, but it smells like soap and a vague fragrance that he can only describe as Keeho. 

“You didn't seem to have so many reservations back then.” He keeps complaining, in hopes Keeho will finally do something.

He slaps himself softly in the face with Keeho's cock a couple times: on his cheeks, on his lips. Then, he slides his tongue across all of its length before he keeps talking. 

“You would have called me a couple slurs by now at the very least.” He pushes imaginary long hair behind his ear and simply takes all of Keeho's length inside his mouth. 

“I don't say that stuff anymore.” Sure, that is good news for the whole world, but Jiung can't help but feel disappointed.

“Suit yourself.” Jiung shrugs before getting back to business.

Jiung is fantastic at sucking cock, he really enjoys it too. The gorillas Keeho hung out with, always called him cocksucker. The insult put him off of it for a while, but the first time he finally did it, he got hooked. Feeling the stretch around his lips and the weight against his tongue does it for him, even more when the guy is big enough for deep throating to be actually worth it, to make him feel like he's choking but not. Keeho is one of those guys. It's thick, tasty. It reaches past Jiung's uvula with ease and if he's being honest, it's just the way Jiung likes them. But this only goes both ways. He's going to make Keeho go insane; make him believe Jiung's mouth is a hole made just for him. Like in that Junji Ito thing.

“I think you just have grown too comfortable speaking your mind.” Keeho sits up so he can look down on Jiung, apparently unfazed by Jiung's skills.

Jiung keeps sucking his cock, ignoring what Keeho is saying. And then he feels it. At first he thinks it is a mistake, but in reality is more of a warning. Keeho taps Jiung’s balls slightly with his shoe again, this time much more obvious. Jiung almost loses concentration, just for the sheer anticipation. He knows what's coming and it makes him salivate.

Keeho applies a little bit more pressure on Jiung's balls and smiles when he produces a pitiful whimper. 

“We used to do this a lot back in the day, remember?”

His warm smile is dissonant to the pressure he's applying now. Jiung will admit that this is different than when they were in high school, this perfectly borders between pain and pleasure. The pressure makes him feel too aware of his hard cock and how full his mouth is. The thought of it makes him moan into Keeho's cock, which just ends up turning him on even more. He can feel the tears sliding down his cheeks as well as the saliva that's beginning to build up on the corners of his lips. 

“I am really impressed with your body.” Keeho smiles, applying even more pressure. “It’s like you were made subservient by design.”

Then he eases the pressure of his foot on Jiung's balls, but he pulls on one of Jiung's nipple rings. “But these are a nice touch. Like… leaving no space for a doubt.”

“You sure say a lot of bullshit.” Jiung laughs, cock slipping out of his mouth with a pop. 

“Maybe.” Keeho still looks not really engaging enough. 

He kicks Jiung just after he says so. It's not super hard and the angle is kind of awkward, but it is enough to make all the nervous endings on Jiung's ballsack recoil in pain. He winces and Keeho lets out a faint smile. Jiung knows what this man is capable of and he's still holding back, though. It's a different kind of torture trying to figure out if he should keep expecting the other shoe to drop, or if Keeho simply has become tamer.

“You’re still pretty sensitive.” Keeho looks pleased. “I always liked that about you.”

“Shut up.” Jiung groans and goes back to sucking his cock.

At some point Keeho starts moving his hips, fucking Jiung's mouth. That's the bare minimum Jiung was expecting. He takes Keeho's hands and places them on each side of his head, as a way of telling him he should go harder. Keeho doesn't need much more, his fingers fiercely tangle on Jiung's hair and start going at it without any shame. For Jiung, getting his mouth fucked is less of something he does and more of a mental experience. It makes him hyper conscious of his breathing and his throat, the strain on his jaw. He stops feeling like a person, he's just the means for someone else's orgasm and he likes that. All his thoughts die out for a second, he can only feel the way Keeho thrusts against his lips and his cock against his tongue.

As Keeho's rhythm becomes more and more desperate and irregular, a little violent even, Jiung starts coming back from that zen state. Keeho doesn't bother warning him he's about to cum, but it's not Jiung's first rodeo, he knows all the telltale signs. Keeho takes it out and finishes on Jiung's face. 

“God! Your mouth…” Keeho groans and Jiung smiles. It's a tired yet satisfied smile. He knew Keeho was bluffing.

Keeho's face is a little red after all that effort and he's also out of breath, it's a good look on him. Jiung always thought Keeho was unfairly attractive for being such a piece of garbage; but looking all sexed out and disheveled suits him. It's like stripping him of all that costume of power and authority. Reduce him to his most primal and basic of states; his blown out pupils, his messed up hair, the flaccid cock still leaking droplets of cum, the faint layer of sweat covering his skin, his breathing trying to catch up to him. Jiung did all of that.

To entice him a little bit more, Jiung wipes some of the cum on his face with his fingers and brings it into his mouth. The bitterness is definitely an acquired taste, but he likes doing it because for some reason most guys go feral about it. It could be something to do with instinct or you could just blame it on porn, but there's no denying it. Keeho watches him do it, following the movement of Jiung's fingers and how they disappear into his spent mouth. He leans forward to bring Jiung closer. With one of those soft hands, he caresses Jiung's chin and rubs his swollen lips with his thumb. Then, he feeds Jiung more of the cum on his face. He looks transfixed as he does, and Jiung likes seeing him being so intense. None of that uninterested bullshit.

It's a moment in which both of them keep quiet, they just look at each other, enjoying the afterglow of such an event. The trance breaks when Keeho sits back again, fixes his underwear and buttons up his pants, despite his cock being still damp. Those designer trousers are officially ruined and it must be kind of uncomfortable, but Jiung doesn't say anything about it. He watches him walk and perch himself on the bedside table across the room. Then, Keeho pats his thighs, calling Jiung again.

“C’mere, boy.” He even whistles.

“I'm not a dog.” Jiung argues.

“Yeah?” Keeho's cold eyes match his voice when he says the following part. “That’s arguable.”

Despite how much he would like to prove Keeho wrong about… well, everything he knows about Jiung, he does enjoy this. Being treated like he's garbage can be fun and most importantly: it's something that gives him pleasure like no other thing. That cold, mocking stare makes Jiung feel like the most important person in the room, the sexiest. He struggled for a while with that fact. He felt that because of his bad experiences with Keeho, he should feel appalled at being on his knees and being submissive, but nothing makes him feel as good either. He isn't too sure if this was already in his DNA and Keeho only exploited it, but at the end of the day it is a very important part of who he is. However the whole debate, of whether he should or shouldn't, feels a little more relevant as he is there on the floor and his face covered on his high school bully’s semen.

He goes to meet Keeho, still crawling on all fours, because he likes it. However, the fact that he enjoys submissiveness, doesn't mean that he's obedient. He's dying to bite back at Keeho, he just doesn't really have an argument yet.

“That’s a good boy!” He exclaims as Jiung kneels in front of him. “Maybe I can get you the ears, leash, definitely a butt plug with a tail on it...” Keeho wonders out loud, quite pleased with himself.

“You're a furry now?” Jiung finally has an argument. 

He knows that's not precisely what furries like. The japanese intern at the office wasn’t shy to explain the whole thing about conventions and yiff to Jiung during lunch break once. He is a weird, yet charming kid. However, this is close enough to make fun of Keeho.

“No.” Keeho smiles unbothered and pats his head just like if he was petting an actual dog. “I just know you would hate it. We could even buy you some of those thigh high socks with the kitty paws on them. I bet you would look miserable on those.”

“Nah, I'd look cute.” It's not something he's into, per se… he just wants to annoy Keeho. “And you would like it.”

Keeho holds Jiung gently by the neck, making him look up at him. He doesn't look too concerned with what Jiung just said, he's observing him to an uncomfortable degree, completely silent. He takes a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wipes what's left of his cum on Jiung's face. By that point it's getting a little too gooey for it to be an easy endeavor, but he still does it with a lot of care.

“What about crossdressing? That time we made you wear a skirt was fun. What if I get you one?” Jiung sees how Keeho's canines pop as he smiles widely. 

Jiung remembers that time. They held him down and took off his pants by force, then they made him walk by the busy hallway. 

“You do like that one, don't you?” Jiung laughs. “Bet you went home and rubbed your dick raw thinking of me.”

“If anything, my only regret is that I didn't get you some lace panties to finish the look.”  Keeho shrugs. “That definitely would’ve done it for me.”

“You’re cute.” Jiung coos, trying to be the most annoying as possible. “Still trying to pretend you're straight.”

This is just mean spirited, actually. Jiung is no stranger to wearing panties in the bedroom, but an evil and dark thing clouded his head, wanting to hit Keeho where it hurts. It seems to work, because for the briefest moment, Keeho does look hurt. However, that's immediately replaced by his usual cold stare. 

“I mean, if that's what you want.”

Keeho lifts Jiung like he weighs nothing. It's so sudden and with so much ease that it genuinely makes Jiung panic for a second. Maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't be upsetting the person he knows has plenty of potential to hurt him. Just as fast as he lifts him, he drops him onto the bed. There, from where he now is towering over Jiung, grabs him by the hips and drags him to the edge of the bed. 

“I'm gonna eat you out just like a girl, then.”  Keeho says. With his teeth, he pushes down Jiung's underwear. Then, he forces Jiung's thighs open and makes him lift his hips.

He kneels and begins licking Jiung's thigh, as he keeps eye contact. It's like he is holding Jiung down just with his stare. The whole thing does something for Jiung that feels too good to be fear, but too deliciously similar. After a bite in the soft flesh of his inner thigh, a moan escapes Jiung's lips.

Keeho smirks and then simply gets to it without much preamble. It's slow and sensual, his movements feel deliberate. His long tongue laps around Jiung's taint and then teases his entrance just enough. Once Keeho actually starts rimming him, it's pretty involved. Jiung can feel how his masculine chin moves every time his tongue does, and how his hands tense up from time to time in desperation to get closer. That's probably gonna leave some marks and Jiung really likes those. Keeho's lips suck in, like he can't get enough. He's even moaning, and all of those vibrations go straight to Jiung's prostate. 

At first he was afraid something horrible was gonna happen, but as it is, it seems like… Keeho just loves eating ass. If anything, the cruelest thing he is doing is ignoring Jiung's dick and slapping his hands off whenever he tries to touch himself.

“You're a girl, remember?” He says.

Jiung lets himself enjoy it, despite it all. Keeho is good at it and even allows Jiung to thrust his hips against his face. With his finger, Keeho starts with a scissoring motion, opening Jiung up slowly, while he still licks around. It doesn't take long for him to find Jiung's prostate and for the love of everything that is holy, Jiung swears he almost died that second. He's holding on to dear life onto the fancy egyptian cotton sheets of the hotel, trying to not cum from just getting his ass licked. 

Sadly, using his fingers gives Keeho a chance to talk a whole lot more. 

“Like it? Me fingering your bussy?” Keeho asks as he introduces a second finger. That takes Jiung out.

“Nobody says that.”  If there was something within Jiung's reach he could throw, he would. It makes his blood boil, but it also makes him genuinely laugh. 

Keeho laughs too. It's different, makes him look boyish and just the tiniest bit goofy. 

“I don't know how you get your kicks.” he shrugs. 

Keeho is not playing fair, because he cuts Jiung's laughter short as flicks his fingers just the right way, forcing a moan out of him.

“See?” He laughs again. It's mean, but it is also completely stupid. “It's doing something.”

Jiung actually manages to reach one of the pillows and throws it at Keeho. He barely dodges it.

“Is this your concept of making me suffer?!” He complains. “Outdated slang?” 

“It’s working, isn't it?” he laughs.

It's all good and fun until Keeho takes his fingers out, leaving Jiung feeling completely empty. Keeho turns around to take another tissue out of the box and wipes his face and his fingers, ignoring that Jiung is shoving him with his foot, rather annoyed.

“You’ve grown to be a twisted, twisted man.” Jiung laughs, as he sits up.

Keeho stands up and takes off his suit jacket, eases his tie off his neck. Jiung is kinda sad to see it go, because it was a sexy look, but then Keeho takes both of Jiung's wrists and uses the tie to bind them together. Keeho must be used to doing this kind of thing because he does swift, certain movements.

The silk tie feels soft against Jiung's skin, the binding it's tight enough to feel restrictive but not enough to hurt. 

“I was between this and using it as a gag.” Keeho says as he holds Jiung's bound wrists in his hand. “But I actually like hearing you talk.”

“You like being called an asshole?” Jiung asks, teasing him.

“From time to time.” He smiles, and then looks at Jiung in a way that sends chills down his spine. “Especially from someone I know is okay with me slapping them.” 

He does as he says. It isn't that hard of a hit, but it still takes Jiung by surprise. His left cheek has a slight burning sensation but his mind feels a lot like it got reseted. He blinks a couple times before looking up at Keeho. He looks pleased and pets Jiung’s head again. 

“It wasn't too hard, was it?” He asks. It isn't mean, like if he was mocking Jiung's endurance or something like that. It feels like genuine concern.

“Do it again.” Jiung orders and he doesn't have to wait too long for Keeho to make it happen. 

He hits the same cheek again. Once, twice, on the third hit, he aims for his right cheek. Jiung feels like his face is probably bright red, but he doesn't mind, it's something that makes him feel a pleasant tingling sensation that covers his body from his toes all the way to his head. Keeho caresses his face and he just leans into his hand, eyes closed. 

“You're so cute.” Keeho says. There's honest amazement in his voice. “So, so cute.”

His hands feel so nice against Jiung's face. Soft and careful, they touch Jiung with unexpected tenderness. Keeho's thumb drags Jiung's lower lip down slowly. Jiung looks up at Keeho, his eyes are starting to feel less focused, everything is softer around the edges. The only thing in Jiung's mind is that he needs Keeho to keep touching him. He needs skin to skin contact; to feel Keeho’s warmth.

Keeho lifts Jiung again, pushing him further away on the bed and then crawls on top of him. He leans down and starts licking Jiung's neck, smelling it too. It's intense and sort of invasive, Jiung feels like he should be at least a little self-conscious about everything. His skin, his scent, the amount of body hair, but he doesn't. None of it seems to bother Keeho either and Jiung started drifting a while ago. He doesn't care about anything other than his need for Keeho to keep worshipping him like this. 

Jiung isn't too sure how much time Keeho spends like that, just exploring and caressing every corner of Jiung's body, almost like he's trying to memorize it. 

He licks his bicep, his torso all the way down to his lower abdomen right by his happy trail. He's so into it even Jiung in his unfocused state, can tell he's being a little too thorough. Every inch, every point where the shape of Jiung's body becomes concave and then convex; Keeho follows the smooth curves with intent, if not with his tongue, with his fingers. But eventually he reaches Jiung's chest, and there he spends a long time playing with Jiung's piercings: pinching and pulling, biting and licking. He doesn't stop until his nipples are tender and puffy. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Keeho laughs. It's not really that funny, but to Jiung it seems like he's already a little out of it too. “How am I supposed to live after this?”

The question is rhetorical but Jiung answers, arching his spine to be closer. Not that he's understanding too much of what Keeho is saying or why, to be fair. As the distance grows between them, he begins to feel desperate. Jiung needs to be touched or else. A whimper escapes his lips and that takes Keeho out of his meditations. He smirks and asks:

“What? You want this?” He shakes his hard cock, still inside his pants, with one hand rather obscenely.

“Please.” Jiung struggles to say anything more.

Thankfully Keeho doesn't make him beg too much. He undoes his pants and lazily strokes himself a couple of times. Yes. It's hard, pink, beautiful and exactly what Jiung needs. He feels the stretch of Keeho entering him; it's pleasant even if Keeho is way bigger than his fingers. It gives him the always disconcertingly delicious feeling of being aware how it goes inside inch by inch. 

“Jesus. You're squeezing me so good.” Keeho lets out a groan when he is finally completely inside. “How does a slut like you have such a tight little hole, huh?”

He takes a moment before starting to thrust, probably giving Jiung time to adjust, but when he does, Jiung swears he sees stars. It's so big, so deep inside. Not content with that, Keeho is going at it so fast Jiung feels his brain bouncing around his head. He needs him to stop or else he'll come stupidly fast.

“Are you gonna fuck me while still dressed?” He asks, legs up in the air, his voice jolting along the thrusts.

Keeho looks down at himself and Jiung can perfectly see when he realizes, like it hadn't even occurred to him he could get naked. His goofy confused expression makes Jiung giggle. 

“C’mere. Let me.” He offers. 

They shuffle awkwardly to get where they should, but they end up face to face. Jiung standing in front of Keeho. It's the first time they're so close whilst being eye to eye and Jiung is hearing a voice in the back of his head that Keeho has only gotten more attractive with time, but he pushes the thought away to focus on the matter at hand. 

With his tied wrists, unbuttoning Keeho's shirt is kind of an absurd endeavor. He really struggles with the angles, his fingers lacking their usual dexterity but he likes it. Makes him feel, in Keeho's words: subservient. It's like a ritual to worship this despicable and so, so alluring man. He kisses Keeho's neck and licks down his neck while he's at it. 

He reaches the last button and Keeho slides the shirt off his shoulders to reveal his toned abdomen and chest. Jiung could figure it was big since they were at the draft house, as his big fucking juicy tits were desperately trying to escape that shirt, but seeing them directly is something else. He can resist the urge to bite all that soft skin. Keeho takes off his pants while Jiung is mesmerized by his chest, then he drags him to face the mirror on the vanity. 

He forces Jiung's head down, almost reminiscent of how he used to do it, but this time it's the natural evolution of things, Jiung thinks. He starts fucking Jiung just as hard, if not more than as he was before being interrupted. 

One of his hands slithers around Jiung's neck, forcing him to face the mirror whilst the other still grips him tight by the hip. It's very subtle but the hand in his neck applies enough pressure to feel like Keeho is choking him.

“Look at this.” Keeho says. “Look how good you take my cock. What would've you done if I did the same back then? Would’ve you opened your legs for me so easily?”

“Yeah.” Jiung repeats this to the rhythm of Keeho's thrusts. “I was your bitch, you could've done whatever you wanted.”

It's true. That's the scary part. If Keeho had asked back then, Jiung would probably have done it. It would probably be a situation of fairly dubious consent, but he most likely would've dropped his pants the second Keeho ordered it. He actually sometimes fantasized about exactly that, Keeho forcing himself onto Jiung and fucking him senseless. Maybe about Keeho forcing him to suck him off while all of his idiot friends watched. Jiung is fucked up that way. It was a coping mechanism to an extent, but maybe he was reading the room better than he thought.

“My bitch?” Keeho laughs, applying more pressure to Jiung's neck. It kills all thoughts he could ever have and just makes him focus on Keeho's hands, Keeho's cock, Keeho's voice. “You always knew how to say the right thing.”

Keeho finally starts stroking Jiung's dick for the first time the whole night and he almost cries. It has been so neglected, the simple fact of Keeho wrapping his hand around it almost makes him cum. He tries to hold it a bit longer and to do so, he tries to distract himself with the mirror. Jiung doesn't like watching himself as much as he likes watching Keeho fucking him. The way he bites his thick lower lip and how his focused face becomes that practiced cold expression the second he realizes he's being watched. It's cute, a little awkward and highly erotic too. 

His thrusts are becoming more erratic, more violent. He lets go of Jiung's dick in favor of gripping him by the hips with two hands to be able to fuck Jiung even harder. 

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asks Jiung. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Yeah.” Jiung says, not entirely there. He's too focused on cumming himself. 

They cum at the same time. It wasn't planned, it's just a coincidence, but it is very much welcomed. As Jiung feels the waves of his own orgasm, he feels how Keeho reaches to hold his tied hands. Jiung finds it endearing how he doesn't let go of them for a while. They just stay there: cheeks flushed, lungs trying so hard to keep up, heavy limbs. Keeho stays tightly behind Jiung, with his eyes closed until he absolutely needs to move.

It's brief, but that's the first time Jiung notices it. Keeho is wearing an expression he doesn't really understand, despite smiling at Jiung and guiding towards the bed so they can rest. Jiung’s head is still too fuzzy to figure it out, but he can't ignore it either.

They end up falling asleep together without even realizing. Keeho's arm wrapped tightly around Jiung's waist, his face sunken deep into the crook of Jiung's neck.

After they wake up, Keeho asks him if he is up for a bath. Jiung usually just gets dressed and leaves, but he feels too comfortable, mushy, and tired so he argues with himself that a bath couldn't hurt. As they gain the strength to actually go to the bathroom, they start having small talk about what they've been up to all these years, just there, lying in bed naked next to each other.

“Can’t believe you and Intak are still friends.” Keeho says.

“Yeah, next month I'll be the best man at his wedding and everything.” Jiung is proud of his boy.

Then, the sudden realization hits him and with fear in his heart, he sees himself in the position of asking:

“You're not married are you?” 

“You’re not a homewrecker, if that's what you're asking.” Keeho laughs. It's gentle, melodical and completely out of place. “I’m not fit to marry.”

“What does that mean?” Jiung asks, squinting.

In his head it makes perfect sense, though. With the type of man Keeho is; a crypto bro, handsome, rich and a little awkward… it makes all the sense in the world he's a hookups only kinda guy. However, it doesn't play out like Jiung was expecting.

“I’ve been a bad person. No matter what I do, it always comes back to what I did to you.” The smile is still there, but it is tense, dismissive. “I mostly keep to myself these days.”

“Then what about tonight?” Jiung asks, still not fully getting the whole picture. He was convinced this was a normal thing for Keeho.

“Ah! That's just that my word is valueless. I had promised to myself I would just look at you from afar,” Keeho laughs and nervously bites his lower lip. He looks actually defeated, but Jiung is amazed at how he manages to be funny even saying that. “but I couldn't help myself, I just wanted you to look at me. That has always been the problem.”

Jiung is trying to actually process what he's hearing but his head simply doesn't compute. 

“So the first love and the crush thing was actually true?” He blinks slowly and Keeho looks surprised. 

He thought all of that was lip service Keeho was doing to get him in bed, out of anything better to do. However, Keeho's face leaves no trace of a doubt that he is serious.

“You thought it wasn't? Dude, I've been obsessing over you since we met. I even buy the magazine you work at and sometimes stalk you online. The bakery that follows you on your personal account and sees all your stories? That's me.” Keeho laughs but it's tinged with self deprecation. “I know I've never dealt with it remotely ok, but… yeah.”

He makes the movement like he wanted to touch Jiung but he second guesses himself. 

“I know I must be someone really disgusting for you to be around… So, thank you for being such a good sport about it tonight.” His smile is as tight as it can be. It looks actually painful.

Jiung hasn't been a good sport about anything, though. A fuck is a fuck is a fuck, he probably would have done it anyways, but he would be lying if he wasn't enticed the second Keeho offered it. He isn't putting up with anything and he wasn't forced to do anything. There's something about all of this that isn't sitting right with him.

Keeho looks absolutely downcast for like a fraction of a second, but then he claps his hands trying to get himself out of that mood. 

“I’m sorry, this is psycho talk.” He laughs. “I don't want to scare you.” 

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Jiung asks. He's upset so he doesn't want to look Keeho in the eye.

“I really did.” He sighs. “I never thought I would get to do this. Like, you have no idea how much I wanted you back in school. You had me foaming at the mouth and in a perpetual state of self-hatred. So this just feels like a dream.”

Keeho is talking with an uncomfortable level of sincerity but still keeping Jiung at an arm's length. Jiung isn't really understanding the mood and he isn't liking it either. He just wants to shake Keeho and say Then act like it. But here they are, drowning in self pity. 

“I enjoyed it.” He states, already kind of angry.

Keeho looks absolutely blissful and delighted. 

“I'm glad.” He still isn't getting what Jiung is trying to say. “Thank you for giving me this memory.”

Frustrated, Jiung takes desperate measures. He takes him by the nape and kisses him for the first time that night. Keeho looks absolutely astonished, like he can't really deal with it but Jiung isn't letting go. Eventually he caves in and closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy it. It's a good kiss, passionate and probably the most intimate kiss Jiung has had in a while. Even through his reluctance, Jiung can feel Keeho's devotion. It is that tangible. When he lets go, he sees a confused Keeho, his face paralyzed in a mix of distress and a practiced corporate smile that isn't reaching its full form.

“Why are you doing this? I don't get it.” He asks, letting the smile fall flat and settling for covering his face.

Jiung climbs on top of him and holds his arms above his head, so he can't keep hiding. He kisses him again, then a quick peck on the nose.

“I don't do pity fucks.” He says. “And I don't like you acting like that is what this is. If you enjoyed yourself, and if you like me as much as you say you do, fucking prove it.”

He lets go of Keeho's wrists. 

“We're nearing thirty. I would hope we're mature enough to handle ourselves better than when we were teens. We don't have to be boyfriends or anything like that, but I wouldn't mind meeting you again." To lighten the mood, he adds,  "If I remember correctly, you still owe me a coffee.” 

Keeho laughs despite himself, still not entirely convinced.

“Are you being serious?” He asks.

“I told you. You have to take responsibility for what you turned me into.” Jiung says it like a joke but he's actually serious. 

After all of the turmoil that meant his high school career, he promised he wouldn't lie to himself. Back then, he tried to fit in but people still managed to find through the façade his true self. If both things went to the same outcome, then why pretend? Jiung isn't in the business of living in delusion, and on top of that, life more often than not, is pretty fucking weird. Tonight it felt different than a normal one night stand, even though it happened in a pretty outrageous context, and he swears Keeho felt it too. He's not gonna lie about it or let Keeho lie to himself.

Sure, all logic tells him that opening a door for his high school bully to walk back into his life isn't a good idea. However, he's convinced that while the Keeho in front of him is the same exact person he was ten years ago, he also feels completely different. There's things you simply can't rationalize, and Jiung’s gut is telling him he should act upon this. See where it goes and let it meet its natural conclusion. 

“Fine.” Keeho says, sitting up and then pushing Jiung down. “I’ll take you for coffee, I'll fuck you as much as you want and eventually, I'll make you like me as much as I like you.”

“That’s better. I like that.” Jiung streches, feeling satisfied. 

At some point, they finally make it to the obscenely big bathtub the hotel has to offer. Keeho fills it up, and once the temperature is nice, he asks Jiung to sit on the edge of it, so he can wash off all the grime and sex off of him. He lathers Jiung's body, slowly and with attention while he kneels before him. His eyes keep absorbing every single detail of Jiung's body, still trying to burn it into his retinas, almost like he still can't believe this isn't a one time thing.

“I really like your tattoos.” Keeho says, stroking the butterflies on Jiung's abdomen.

“I got them when I started feeling a little bit more confident. Like I'm breaking free.” Jiung explains.

It is the truth, but he also just saw the flash and thought they were cool. It's not that deep. He expected to see a glimpse of that guilt sometimes Keeho can't control. But instead, he's met with a scoff.

“Who are you, Troy Bolton?” Keeho raises an eyebrow to tease Jiung.

But Jiung has the upper hand to annoy him.

“I don't know who that is.”