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Flashes of lights, flickers of cameras, and shouts of the people are the situation that is happening right now. Among the sea of people, a man wearing a suit can be seen as the center of attraction, with all of the reporters encircling him, trying to get some words out of his mouth. His bodyguards are doing their best to obstruct the people attempting to bombard him with questions after questions. But this is a futile attempt since, amidst their efforts, some reporters are already shouting just to get some answers out of this man. 



"Choi Sukyung-ssi, what can you say about the crepuscular people who are behind the recent cases of drug abuse in our country?" a female reporter asked this man. 



"Do not cower in fear, my people. I will be your shield against this darkness of our country. The second that I will be seated on the position of the president, I will exterminate every single one of them." He raises his voice, loud and clear so that every word can be heard by the people present, and the people whose eyes and ears are on him. 



A voice of a man cut him off, asking "Are all of the projects you mentioned true?"



"Of course, it is. You have my word. Allow me to give you the placid country we all deserve." Choi Sunkyung said with finality.



Once those words left his mouth, every single one who's present yells vigorously, shouting:



 "Let's vote Choi Sunkyung-ssi as our president!" 



"If we want change, vote for him!"



"Exterminate all evils, vote for Choi!"



"Time to vote for the right one!"



"Everyone should vote for him!"









The sound of the television shutting down was heard inside this lavish office room. Choi Sunkyung can be seen smirking while a briefcase full of money was presented in front of him, located on his office table. 



"Mr. President, should we make the final preparation for the upcoming election?" A man holding a clipboard, which seems to be his assistant asked.



Choi Sunkyung waves his hands in the air and said, "My, my, my. There's no need for that. We're just going to waste the money on these people." 



"But Mr. President, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi called this afternoon. He said that we should not abstain from this process."



"Sssh. You are worrying over nothing. Yoo Joonghyuk won't know that we skipped this process. I trust that everyone present here will keep their mouths shut, do I make myself clear?"



The people inside the room all look at one another, with fear in their eyes. Choi Sunkyung is waiting for an answer, but after a few seconds of staring at one another, he receives no response. 



Choi Sunkyung slams both of his hands on the table, creating a loud, unpleasant sound. "What are you all being scared for!?" He asked angrily. "All of you should shut your mouths. Not a single word should reach Yoo Joonghyuk. Do you understand?"



The people inside the office room all nod their heads in trepidation, afraid of destroying Choi Sunkyung's mood.



Choi Sunkyung looks at them assessing, seeming to slip his gaze through their bones. Once satisfied, he said "You are all dismissed for today. Continue getting money from those credulous organizations. The more, the better it is."



A chorus of "Understood, sir." is what he heard. After a few seconds, the office room from before is now empty, saves from the space he is currently occupying. He gets a cigarette from his pocket, picking up his lighter, and letting it touch the tip of his stick.



"Just a few pleasantries and I got all of them wrapped around my fingers." He blows the smoke in the air, letting his other hand touch all the money inside the case. "I just need to add a few more words, and all of their votes will be mine." Choi Sunkyung laughs in delight, watching the fire burns its way in the stick he is carrying. He spins his chair around, facing the beauty of the country that will soon be his. With all the tall, colorful, and outstanding buildings on display. The sun is already setting in the background. Choi Sunkyung laughs maniacally, tasting his victory. 








Unbeknownst to him, a man wearing black pants and black button-ups is watching his every move. Kim Dokja smirks at him. He is standing at the rooftop of a higher building compared to Choi Sunkyung. From his view, he can clearly see the man laughing in delight, seeming to choke on his own saliva with how hard he's cackling. 



"He thinks he's the real deal, tch." Kim Dokja rolls his eyes and used his right hand, covered in black leather gloves to threw another gum inside his mouth, slowly chewing it. He placed his bag slowly on the ground, unzipped it, and took the object inside it. 



A customized silver sniper with a sparkling diamond key chain is what he brought out of the bag. While adjusting the scope, barrel, and placing the bullet inside it, he hears a voice speaks in his ear.



"Dokja-ssi, are you sure about this?" A voice of a woman in the intercom he is wearing evaded his eardrums. "There's no word of confirmation from him yet."



Kim Dokja paused his actions for a second and said "Mhm, it's fine. I got it covered."



"But Dokja-ssi, the boss might get-" Static sounds is what he heard next, cutting the voice of the woman he's just speaking with.



"Hey, are you still there?" Kim Dokja asked apprehensively.



"Yah, Kim Dokja!" Han Sooyoung shouts in his ear. This action caused him to shrink and grimace because of the sound waves that went through him.



"Fuck off, Sooyoung-ah. You're speaking too loud. Are you planning to destroy my eardrums?" He complains.



Han Sooyoung laughs and said, "Yes, I am! In that way, you will not act this drastically."



"In what way am I acting drastically, madam?"



"Shut up, bitch. Are you really sure about this decision?"



"Yes, I am. This is the second time someone asked me this."



"Of course, we will ask. Because I know that after this, you will die."



Kim Dokja chuckles at her response and asked, "Since when are you scared of Yoo Joonghyuk?"



"Who the fuck said that I am scared of that man, huh!?"



"You're acting that you are right now."



"I am not. But as his right hand, I know how to follow. Now I am asking you this, are you really sure?"



"I am, Sooyoung-ah."



"Even though there's no go-signal from him?"



Kim Dokja tries to recall from his mind if he receives one from the man himself, and when he can't recall any did he replied to Han Sooyoung. "Doesn't matter, I'll do it. I'll deal with him later."



He heard Han Sooyoung sigh, a beat, and she said "I'll pray for your asshole."



"What the hell-" Kim Dokja was about to retort when he heard the voice of the woman he is speaking with earlier speak in the intercom.



"Dokja-ssi, should we begin?"



Kim Dokja immediately schooled a calm face, fasten all the attachment with the sniper he is holding, and stepped a little bit forward to get in his position. "As we should. Now give it to me."



"Yes, sir. Target #02636. Name is Choi Lixav Sunkyung. Age is 53 years old. Running for the position of President of our country. Has been providing funds for three big charity homes and is an active member of the helping hand organization since 20XX. Behind this, he is the owner of the five big casinos that have been bringing trouble to our country. He is also the one responsible for the big drug cases that the police are dealing with right now. During the weekends, he is always in a club doing the shady business that is hidden in front of the eyes of these countrymen. The main primary suspect in the recent cases of drugs and prostitution."



Kim Dokja listens intently and looks at the man from his view in disgust. "More of the reasons why I should blow this head." He shakes his head and ordered, "Give me the coordinates."



"Yes, Dokja-ssi. Target #02636 is currently approaching the vault he hid in the corner of the wall. In the next five minutes, one of his bodyguards will come inside the office to give updates." 



Kim Dokja laid himself down, his chest touching the ground, all the while adjusting the angle of his sniper. He made sure that it has been reloaded and used the scope to zoom in into Choi Sunkyung's face, aiming the red dot of his scope at the center of his forehead. When he is sure that he got it, he asks for the final measurement to confirm. "Mhm. The coordinates?"



"Coordinates are 5 going East and 3 going North. Less than 3 minutes left before someone comes in."



"Got it." Kim Dokja hums, and in the next second, he pulled the trigger of his sniper.



In just a matter of less than milliseconds, the silver bullet released itself from Kim Dokja's sniper, firing in great speed in the coordinates given, planting itself at the center of the target's forehead from across the building. 




Not missing a single beat. Not missing a single point. An accurate and one-shot kill. 



In the span of less than five seconds, Choi Sunkyung is dead.



And just when the clock strikes a quarter before 6:00 in the evening, loud cries can be heard in the building. When his people walked in, all they see is Choi Sunkyung's body, his head all bashed up, with a hole in its center. 



There's blood everywhere... So much blood from one person.



The calm atmosphere of the office room just a while ago instantly shattered into chaos.








Meanwhile, in the Golden Kingdom Empire, a man can be seen sitting in an office chair. All the while holding a glass of wine with his long and elegant fingers. Behind him, there's a huge glass wall covering the entire expanse of his enormous office room. The floors are all made of marble, shiny to the touch. When a person walks on it, you can clearly hear the clicking sound the insoles of their shoes will make. 



Yoo Joonghyuk is currently looking at the phone beside some of the documents that he needs to sign for. He just received the news that a certain someone named Choi Sunkyung refused to follow his order and even manipulated the entire situation to make himself clean.



Too bad, Yoo Joonghyuk abhors liars. In this field, bigot people are unavoidable. Those who spread counterfeit words just to save their own selves, just to save their own face. When faced with a temptation they all obsessively want to have, they will forget all of their rational thinking, purely abandoning all the human thoughts, and diving themselves deeper to sin. 



In this field, you either be killed or kill those who hamper your plans.



The legion of drugs that are being sold on the black market is extremely noxious. This engenders the business Yoo Joonghyuk is running to go into a knotty situation. Blighted plans are the result. He is known for being laconic.



There is no room for debility. 



An employee from the lower rank division knocked on his door, putting a stop to his thoughts. When he grunted an affirmation, the employee entered the room, making sure to keep his eyes downcast, his head bowed. Showing respect to Yoo Joonghyuk.






"Boss, what should we do to Choi Sunkyung's actions?" asked the man.



"Let him be for now."



"Boss? Are you-"



"When have I ever been wrong?"



The man instantly kneeled, "Apologies, boss. This employee will not dare to disobey your words."



"I'm giving him another chance. If he ruins it, then I will ruin his whole generation. For now, let me sit and watch him clown his way."





Totally oblivious of the situation, his someone is already on the run to do it.






"Understood, boss."



Yoo Joonghyuk was about to wave at him in dismissal to show his way outside, but he suddenly asks, "Where's Kim Dokja?"



The employee who's almost kneeling at this point flinch at his question. He meekly asks, "Boss?"






"Kim Dokja-ssi left half an hour ago." He shakily whispers. Just a while ago, the atmosphere is already tense but he can still manage to breathe. But now, he's too afraid to lift even a single finger on his hand for fear of angering Yoo Joonghyuk. He can feel the hair on his arms raising, his boss' gaze seems to pierce through his soul.



Yoo Joonghyuk raises his left eyebrow at his response and asks, "And where did he say he will go?"



"I'm afraid to say that Kim Dokja-ssi didn't mention any place."



Yoo Joonghyuk stands up from his chair and makes his way over him and said, "Don't make me repeat my question."



"Boss, this employee does not really know. Kim Dokja-ssi only said the words that he will take care of something, and left."



"Is that so?"



"Yes, boss. That's what he said."



"Then you're dismissed."






When the employee left his office room, Yoo Joonghyuk sat on his chair again. He picked up his phone and dialed a certain number he all too knew to both heart and soul.



But despite ringing it three times, he is always being directed in voice mail. Yoo Joonghyuk tried it again two more times, and still nothing.



"Kim Dokja, where the fuck are you?"







After having a whole hour of Kim Dokja being gone, he finally found the answer he is looking for.



Because when he looked at the recent news on his laptop, he found several striking headlines with the words of:



Choi Sunkyung, the candidate for the position of President for this upcoming election was found shot dead in his office room.



A candidate for the presidential elections was shot dead.



Choi Sunkyung was found dead, with a hole at the center of his forehead.



The future president was shot dead.



When Yoo Joonghyuk saw all of it, he instantly knew where his Kim Dokja went. He shut off his laptop, massaged his temples, and stood up from his chair to pick his phone and dial a certain number again.



When the line clicked, before Kim Dokja can speak and greet him, he heard the voice of his beloved, completely devoid of any emotion say, "Get your ass here right this instant."



After those words, the line went dead. Kim Dokja felt his heart rate picked up, and he muttered the words "Shit, I'm really dead." before speeding his way to the huge-ass company building that Yoo Joonghyuk owned.



When the elevator reached the topmost floor, Kim Dokja took some breathing exercises before exiting and walking his way down the long magnificent corridor and on the way in front of the huge door. He counted for at least 60 seconds before he opened the door.



Yoo Joonghyuk heard the door opened up, and a second later he can hear the footsteps of someone making his way over his desk. The clicking of Kim Dokja's insoles sounds too deafening in the silence of the room. Not even single breathing can be heard thus making the action of him walking the only sound occupying the huge room. When Kim Dokja is in front of his long and wide table did he finally looked up.



"Joonghyuk-ah." Kim Dokja tries to flash a smile but ended up grimacing because of Yoo Joonghyuk's gaze.



"Do you have something to say?" Yoo Joonghyuk tilts his head to the side, motioning for him to talk.



Kim Dokja refuses the urge to take a step back because of his tone, and tries again, "Joonghyuk-ah."



"Is my name the only word that is capable of coming out of your mouth, hm?"



"No! The thing is, uh." Kim Dokja swallows down nervously and explains, "I only did what should be done."



"I see. You did what should be done, huh?"






"Is that what really should be done?"



Kim Dokja flinches at the question and can't come up with an answer that will not sound stupid in front of Yoo Joonghyuk.



"Kim Dokja, answer me."



"Yoo Joonghyuk." Kim Dokja raises his head and rearranged his stance. He placed both of his black-gloved covered hands on the table, in front of Yoo Joonghyuk, looks at him, and said "We all know it is only a matter of time before he ends up like that. I just acted immediately so there are lesser problems."



"You acted, yes. But without my signal. Am I right?" Kim Dokja releases his eye contact with him. "I believed I said it clearly that I have a plan for that trash. Have you forgotten about it?"



"No. I did not."



"Then why did you still do it, hm?"



Kim Dokja, sensing that there's no way out of this blurted the motto he had a while ago. "Bad things should be ended as quickly as possible." 



Yoo Joonghyuk leaned back on his chair and asks, "Is he a bad thing?"



"Of course, he is! Baby, I don't want you mulling over him anymore. He's a fucking good for nothing and has been involved in heinous crimes since before. Who the fuck has that audacity to still run for the president of the country!? He keeps on blabbering nonsensical things but in reality, he is even worse than trash. Why should you give him another chance?"



"So I should not give him another chance?"



"You shouldn't. Not even in my watch. Is that even a question, Joonghyuk-ah? I did that because I can't stand him anymore. I'm not letting him feed sweet lies to those credulous people. That's why I did that." While saying all of these, Kim Dokja's voice took a raising volume. Towards the end, he whispers "even though you haven't given a signal to do it..."



Yoo Joonghyuk chuckles darkly at his last statement and said, "Then you must have it easy to finish him off."



Kim Dokja immediately raised himself from his propping position and waved his hands in the air, denying Yoo Joonghyuk's statement. "No fucking way. Can you imagine the adversity that I went through, Joonghyuk-ah?"



"I don't think you experienced a lot. Considering that your sniping skills are as sharp as a knife and the headlines of the shot being as circular as a whole, it was a swift action right?"



Kim Dokja does not pay attention to his words and asks, "Are you,"






"You're not mad anymore, right?"



"I don't know. Am I mad?"



"You were a while ago."



Yoo Joonghyuk crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow inquisitively, "Am I?"



"Yoo Joonghyuk. Stop it."



"Come here"



Kim Dokja looks at him, and after a minute he still refuses to go near Yoo Joonghyuk. "Don't kill me."



"I won't do that. If I'm going to kill you, it will probably be from the intense amount of pleasure that you can receive from me."



The corner of Kim Dokja's ears turns red, and he suddenly regrets buttoning his top all the way. It suddenly feels hot despite the huge air-conditioning unit blasting its air in the room. "Fuck off. That's not possible."



Yoo Joonghyuk laughs at him and raised his finger to beckon him to come closer. When Kim Dokja refused to move, he parted both of his legs, taps on his right thigh, and said again "Come sit on your throne."



Kim Dokja can only swallow down his nerves and made his way over. When he reached Yoo Joonghyuk, before he even has the chance to lower himself down, Yoo Joonghyuk took hold of his wrist and pulled Kim Dokja towards his lap. 



After immediately being pulled forward, Kim Dokja rearranges his sitting position to be able to sit firmly. While he does this, Yoo Joonghyuk placed his left hand on his waist, helping him to maneuver his position.



"Done yet?"



"What?" Kim Dokja asks confusedly.



"Where's your apology for today?"



Kim Dokja wounds both of his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck and said, "I'm sorry for acting rashly and for not waiting for you."



Yoo Joonghyuk smirks at him and buried his head on his neck and shoulder. He whispered a question near Kim Dokja's ears, "Will this happen again?"



"Of course, it will still happ-" Before he even has the chance to finish his words, he let out a surprised gasp. Yoo Joonghyuk bit down the juncture between his collar bone, sucking a mark down there.



"Can you repeat that again?" Yoo Joonghyuk looks at him from the corner of his eyes, all the while maintaining his position from Kim Dokja's neck and shoulder. Kim Dokja can only glare at him in response, wanting to wring this creature off of him. 



Yoo Joonghyuk chuckles at his futile attempt to glare and used his right hand to get his wine glass from the table. 



"Then let's celebrate the night, shall we?" Before Kim Dokja has the time to ask how, he saw Yoo Joonghyuk taking a gulp of the wine, his adams apple bobbing up together with his action. Kim Dokja was distracted by that show, and Yoo Joonghyuk noticed it. "Are you also thirsty?"



Kim Dokja snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Yeah, I am. Let me drink some too."



"Sure." And before he even has the chance to get the wine glass from Yoo Joonghyuk, the man returned it down, gripped his chin, and placed his warm moist lips into Kim Dokja's own.







When their lips touched, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately seized his moment of surprise to slip his tongue and the remaining wine from his mouth inside Kim Dokja's own. 



That action of his was totally unexpected, causing Kim Dokja to hold onto his neck tighter.



Some remnants of wine slid down both of their mouths and throat, but neither seems to care. Both were busy exploring each other's mouth, making their lips a full color red. When they parted to gasp for air, Kim Dokja's appearance already looks disheveled, and they haven't even started yet.



"Are you still thirsty?" Yoo Joonghyuk asks, and not waiting for a reply he took another gulp of the wine and brought his lips back to Kim Dokja. Due to the action being more rash than before, more liquid flowed down Kim Dokja's neck. 



"Wait, Joonghyuk-ah. It's flowing down on my neck. This will be sticky." He complained, not expecting the other person to think that way.



"You don't want your neck to have some wine flowed down into it?"



"Obviously not."



Yoo Joonghyuk hums in his breath and leaned forward, Kim Dokja was expecting him to reach for the wet wipes behind his back but Yoo Joonghyuk went straight for his neck.



He used his tongue to lick the wine that flowed down Kim Dokja. Along the way, he peppered butterfly kisses and tiny sucks. When he reached a certain spot that he knows Kim Dokja loves, he bit down on it hard, clearly wanting to leave a deep red mark.



"Ngh- wait. This is too much." Kim Dokja can only moan and tilt his head back, exposing more of his neck and throat for Yoo Joonghyuk. 



While he is too busy being lost in the sensation from his neck, he did not notice when did Yoo Joonghyuk unbuckled his belt. Only when Yoo Joonghyuk asks his to stand up to take both of his pants and boxer off did he realize.



"Yoo Joonghyuk, wait. Why here?" Kim Dokja gestures to the surroundings around him.



Yoo Joonghyuk took some condoms and lube from his drawer and asks, "Why not here?"



"No, like look. There's clearly a huge transparent glass covering the room on that side."



"So?" Yoo Joonghyuk pretends to be dumb and keeps on pestering an answer from him.



"We might be seen."



"This is the top most floor, the highest one. Do you think people from down there can see us?"



Kim Dokja directs his gaze outside, and from this floor he can't really see the people down the busy road. If he will go near the glass wall, those people looks like small ants from how high Yoo Joonghyuk's floor is. "No."






"But there's still people who lives on upper floors too." He points at the other buildings standing tall on the other side.



"Yeah, but can they reach this floor of mine?"



Kim Dokja does not have an answer for that. But he still appears a little worried, and just one look and Yoo Joonghyuk already figured out the cause of his action. "Why?" He pulled Kim Sokja towards his lap again, directs his mouth on his ears, whispered and said "Are you afraid that the patrolling helicopters right now because of the thing you made see you fucking yourself on my dick?"



"What?" Kim Dokja lets out an indignant expression, and attempts to stand up from his lap. But Yoo Joonghyuk used his left hand to secure a grip on his waist, and with his right hand, he inserted a finger in.



"Ah." Kim Dokja didn't expect the intrusion, and let out a surprised gasp. "Joonghyuk-ah, slow down. When did you even-" He was not able to finish because Yoo Joonghyuk buried his finger deeper in one swift motion. "Why are you so fucking quick, haa." The squelching sounds seems so loud in this huge office room. Because of the lube, Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers in him goes in and goes out smoothly.



"Wait, don't do it too fast." But Yoo Joonghyuk didn't listen, when he entered a third finger in, instead of just pushing it in and out, he curve it inside him, seeming to find a spot that will make him go crazy. 



After fumbling for it, he heard Kim Dokja let out a long drawn moan beside his ear.



"Haa-nghhh." Kim Dokja tightens his hold on his neck and tries to grab Yoo Joonghyuk's dick to guide it through his hole, but the man suddenly inserted a fourth one harshly making him jerk forward, letting out another moan.



"Joonghyuk-ah, this is enough already. Nghah- put it in." 



"Why are you in such a hurry?" Yoo Joonghyuk catches his lower lip, sucks on it, and captures his lips in another searing kiss. While he was so focused on the sensation of Yoo Joonghyuk's lips and fingers, he felt completely empty when those fingers suddenly disappear.



He let out a growl and asks, "Why did you fucking stop? Do you want me to kill you?"



Yoo Joonghyuk shakes his head in laughter and placed a peck on his lips, he then said, "Put it in yourself."



"Why me?" Kim Dokja asks him in confusion, but instead of answering, Yoo Joonghyuk only looks at him with dark eyes, the desire all too evident in it.



Kim Dokja shudders with his gaze and can only suck it up, raise his hips, and slowly use his hand to guide it in his hole. When the tip managed to enter him, he grit his teeth and slowly lower himself down.



But maybe because Yoo Joonghyuk is not a patient man and Kim Dokja is taking a long time, he abruptly used both of his hands, placed it on both sides of his waist, and slammed Kim Dokja down on his dick.



Kim Dokja can only moan and said some broken words, "Ahh, fuck. That was- ngh too ah- fast." 



"Is it?" The suspect lets out a confused question, trying to sound innocent. "Should I pull out?" 



Kim Dokja glares at clutches his top tightly, "Fuck no, asshole."



"Alright, ssh." After letting him get used to it for a few seconds, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately started his motion and found a steady rhythm. Using it to bring Kim Dokja up and down his dick. Kim Dokja can only open his mouth and let out moans from time to time. 



"Does it feel good?" But he receives no response because KIm Dokja is starting to lose himself in pleasure that quick. He grabs KIm Dokja's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes, and repeats his question "Does it feel good?"



Kim Dokja nods relentlessly, and orders Yoo Joonghyuk to do it harder. Thus he complied. He removes his dick from Kim Dokja and suddenly slammed it back in, accurately hitting Kim Dokja's prostate. 



"Haa- fucking hell." Because of the intense feeling, Kim Dokja unintentionally threw his head back, exposing the long smooth expanse of his neck. The view all  through visible in Yoo Joonghyuk's dark eyes. He immediately began sucking marks on his neck again, while thrusting harder and faster, deadly hitting Kim Dokja's prostate with every push of his dick.



Kim Dokja is now a sobbing mess, desperately clutching Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder with one hand, and with the other is his gorgeous locks. "Let me cum, Joonghyuk-ah. Please."



Yoo Joonghyuk let out a dark chuckle, and asks him "I don't know. Should I?~ Only good boys gets to cum." His teasing tone is definitely evident. But Kim Dokja failed to notice it and can only clutch harder, trying to speak.



"But- please ngh, I want to-"



"What does my baby want, hm?



"I'm close, ngh." Kim Dokja is too lost in pleasure. He suddenly thinks that despite the room being so big, despite the air conditioning blasting some coldness, and despite him wearing fewer layers of clothes, it still feels so hot. So hot.



He feels so dizzy. His mind seems to be in cloud nine. He can't think straight. Everything feels so good. Everything feels perfect. He vaguely heard Yoo Joonghyuk telling him to come together. And with a few more thrusts, Kim Dokja reached his climax, some of his fluids landing directly on Yoo Joonghyuk's abs.



Not far from him, Yoo Joonghyuk also reached his climax, letting out a deep groan, slamming himself in Kim Dokja's hole, emptying all of his fluids inside it. 



Both of them reached their climax, and the only sound that can be heard are the harsh panting and the occasional gasps from Kim Dokja, because of Yoo Joonghyuk trying to ride his orgasm. 



After a few minutes of both of them holding each other tight, stickiness be damn, Kim Dokja chuckles tiredly and said, "Joonghyuk-ah, is this what punishment sex feels like?"



Yoo Joonghyuk looks at him darkly and replied, "What can you say?"



Kim Dokja smirks at him and said, "It was pretty intense, I'd like to experience it again. That's why, maybe I should get you angry every once in a while."



"Are you sure about that?"



"Yes, I am."



Yoo Joonghyuk looks at him for a moment and also lets out a smirk for him and said, "Since you loved it so much you're a blabbering mess, let's go for another round."



Kim Dokja stares at him for a moment, trying to see a joking intent on his eyes. When he saw none, he immediately tried to stand up, away from this man but Yoo Joonghyuk pulled him back down effectively trapping him, making him unable to move despite his struggle. "Baby, maybe next time? I was only joking."



"That was a joke?"



"Yes. I won't do it again."



"Mhm, too bad I am not joking." Still being attached to Kim Dokja, he stood up and made his way over to the glass wall. 



Kim Dokja lets out a startled gasp, looking at Yoo Joonghyuk wide-eyed. He quickly wounds both his arms and legs on Yoo Joonghyuk's figure, afraid to fall down. "Wait, Yoo Joonghyuk! I have a meeting tomorrow. I still fucking want to walk." He tried to get himself out of this situation. But when Yoo Joonghyuk still refuses in letting him go, his face turns into horror. "Aren't you tired yet? Let's just rest, Joonghyuk-ah." He let out a whine in the end, hoping to make Yoo Joonghyuk soften.



Unfortunately for him, Yoo Joonghyuk made him stand in front of the glass wall, he took hold of Kim Dokja's cheeks and placed his lips on him, effectively shutting up words that will come out of his mouth. 



When they parted, there's a string of saliva connecting both of them. For a second, they just stared into one another's eyes. 



Kim Dokja thought that Yoo Joonghyuk finally decided to stop. He thinks that he must be lucky for letting himself be spared today.



But all of a sudden, Yoo Joonghyuk turned him around and slammed him on the wall, holding both of his hands above his head. With Yoo Joonghyuk's other free hand, he guides the tip through Kim Dokja for the second time.



He did this for how many times, not actually entering the whole thing.



Kim Dokja becomes frustrated with his teasing. His eyes are all hazy and if Yoo Joonghyuk going to do it, he should do it right. 



"For fucks sake. Put it in, Joonghyuk-ah."






"Hah?" Kim Dokja turns his head around, looking confused for a second. Then it dawned on him the word that Yoo Joonghyuk wants him to do.



"No way! Why should- ngh.



"Beg, baby."



Kim Dokja will never beg. He refused to. "Put it in."



But after a few minutes of waiting, Yoo Joonghyuk does not put it in. He tried to arch his back and put it in himself, but he can't. "Joonghyuk-ah, come on." He waited for a few minutes, but still nothing. The tip goes in then goes out, just grinding it on his ass. 






With this repeated torturous action, his resolve shattered down. Losing all sanity from his mind, Kim Dokja can do nothing but beg. And when he did, he was instantly rewarded with the mind blowing pleasure from his husband, Yoo Joonghyuk. As a result, he can do nothing but moan from the all too familiar but still super intense feeling.



What a passionate night. Maybe he should really think twice before deciding on something.