The air in the suite was thick, ionized by the sheer force of Joon-Won's rage. His teeth remained clamped over the waiter's mark, a primal reclamation that made Tae-Hyun's toes curl into the plush carpet.
Tae-Hyun let out a jagged, breathless laugh, his head falling back against the cold marble of the kitchenette counter. "You're so predictable, Joon," he whispered, his voice trembling with a heady mix of pain and provocation.
Joon-Won pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, his gaze dark and cavernous. A thin smear of Tae-Hyun's blood glistened on his lower lip.
"Predictable?" Joon-Won's voice was a tectonic shift.
"You act like you own the lease on my skin," Tae-Hyun taunted, his fingers tracing the curves of Joon-Won's chest. "But we aren't a couple, remember? You don't get to be jealous of a little... extracurricular fun. He tasted like cheap cigarettes, by the way. And he didn't wait for permission to put his tongue in my mouth."
Upon hearing that, Joon-won hand automatically met Tae's cheek with a hard slap, causing Tae to gasp and pause for a second before slowly turning his head to face Joon's again, he stayed there quitely for a second staring into Joon's eyes before continuing. "So..Is that all?" Tae-Hyun breathed, his tongue poking out to lick his upper lip, despite the sting on his cheek. "Is that the best you can do to prove you're better than a waiter?"
The answer was a second slap, harder than the first, that sent Tae-Hyun reeling. Before he could recover, Joon-Won's hand clamped around his throat, not with the tentative grip of the waiter, but with the crushing authority of a man who owned the air in Tae-Hyun's lungs. Joon-Won didn't lead him to the bedroom, he shoved him backward, Tae-Hyun's heels catching on the rug as he was unceremoniously slammed onto the hard floor in the center of the living area.
Joon-Won was over him in a heartbeat, pinning Tae-Hyun's wrists above his head with a single hand. He used his free hand to rip Tae-Hyun's shirt open, buttons skittering across the floor like teeth. Ripping off Tae's pants like it's nothing out tissues.
"You think we aren't together?" Joon-Won's voice was a low, vibrating snarl. He grabbed Tae-Hyun's chin, forcing his head back until his neck was a taut line of vulnerability. "You think because I haven't put a ring on you that you're free to let some bottom fucking feeder put his hands on what belongs to me?"
"But baby, He was so... eager," Tae-Hyun gasped, his chest heaving, a delirious, bloody smile stretching across his lips. "He looked at me like I was a prize, Joon. Not a project. Maybe I liked the way he—"
Joon-Won silenced him by slamming his mouth down against his in a messy kiss, teeth clashing. He bit Tae-Hyun's lower lip with a focused cruelty, the metallic tang of blood blooming between them. Tae-Hyun let out a muffled moan of pure worship against his lips, his body arching off the floor to meet the violence while he kissed him back.
"I am going to find him," Joon-Won whispered against his bleeding lips, his eyes two voids of lethal intent. "I am going to break every bone in each finger of his that touched you. I'm going to make sure he spends the rest of his life wishing he'd never looked in your fucking direction. Do you understand me? You are mine. I own you. In every way that matters, you are bound to me."
Joon-Won stripped his own clothes off with a terrifying efficiency, his cock already dark and pulsing with a vengeful blood flow. He didn't offer any warmth, any preparation. He shoved Tae-Hyun's legs wide, pinning his knees to his chest so he was completely open, completely his.
"Look. At. Me." Joon-Won commanded, his hand moving from Tae-Hyun's thigh to cover his mouth, his palm dry and suffocating. "Look at exactly who is taking you."
Joon-Won drove into him with a brutal, dry force. Tae-Hyun's eyes went wide, his muffled scream of pain vibrating against Joon-Won's palm as his body tried to accommodate the sheer size of the intrusion. It wasn't a sexual act;, it was a conquest. Joon-Won began to hammer into him right away, his hips striking Tae-Hyun's with a wet, rhythmic thud that echoed off the high ceilings.
"Mmph—! Hngh!" Tae-Hyun's eyes rolled back, his body shaking by the brutality, but Joon-Won's fingers dug into his scalp, yanking his hair to force his gaze forward.
"Don't you dare close your eyes," Joon-Won hissed. "I want you to see the man you belong to while I drive that pathetic, ugly fucking waiter out of your system. Does he hit like this? Does he make you feel like you're breaking? Huh?"
Joon-Won began to alternate between heavy, soul crushing thrusts and sharp, stinging slaps to Tae-Hyun's thighs and chest, marking him with red handprints that overrode every other sensation. Each time Tae-Hyun tried to speak, tried to provoke him further, Joon-Won would simply press harder against his mouth, forcing him to swallow his own moans of ecstasy.
"You love this." Joon-Won growled, his pace becoming frantic, his cock hitting Tae-Hyun's prostate with every rough thrust of his hips. "You're a sick, beautiful little freak, Tae-Hyun. You want me to be a monster? Fine. I'll be your fucking monster."
Tae-Hyun's mind was a whirlwind of white noise and fire. He felt Joon-Won's hand move from his mouth to his throat again, squeezing just enough to make the world blur at the edges. He leaned into the suffocation, his own hands reaching up to claw at Joon-Won's forearms hard, leaving deep red furrows in the expensive skin.
"Say it," Joon-Won ordered, momentarily releasing his throat. "Tell me we aren't a couple while I'm balls deep in your filthy hole. Tell me you don't belong to me."
Tae-Hyun let out a broken, wheezing laugh, his face flushed a deep, healthy crimson, his eyes staring up into Joon's half lidded but filled with hunger and challenge still. "We're... nothing... but a... master and his... ah! Fuck! His pet!"
The response was a thrust so deep Tae-Hyun felt it in his lungs. Joon-Won leaned down, his forehead pressing against Tae-Hyun's, their sweat mingling. "You're my everything." Joon-Won whispered shakily, the sudden honesty more jarring than the violence, making Tae's eyes go wide and his lips part at the words he's hearing. "And I will destroy the world before I let anyone else have a piece of you."
With that, Joon-Won began to edge him with a sadistic precision, his thumb grinding against the head of Tae-Hyun's cock while his hips continued their relentless assault. Tae-Hyun was sobbing now in pleasure, his body a vibrating mess of overstimulation. He was at the mercy of a man who was obsessed with every atom of his being.
"Please, Joon... please, I'm... cumming.. I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," Joon-Won snarled, his teeth sinking into Tae-Hyun's throat. "You're going to stay right there. You're going to feel every inch of me until that waiter's face is nothing but a blurred memory."
He kept Tae-Hyun on the brink for what felt like hours, his movements becoming more animalistic, his dirty talk turning into a stream of possessive threats and dark promises. Finally, when Tae-Hyun's eyes were unfocused and his voice was nothing but a raspy croak, Joon-Won let go.
He slammed his cock inside of him one last time, his hand clenching around Tae-Hyun's cock and pumping him in sync with his own release. Tae-Hyun shattered, a violent, messy climax coating his own stomach and Joon-Won's hand as he wailed into the empty suite. Joon-Won followed immediately after, a hot, pulsing flood that filled Tae-Hyun to the point of pain.
Joon-Won didn't move. He collapsed onto Tae-Hyun, his heavy weight pinning the older man to the floor. He buried his face in the crook of Tae-Hyun's neck, his breath ragged.
"Try to leave this room again," Joon-Won breathed against the bruised skin. "And I'll make sure you never need to wear shoes again because you won't have legs anymore."
Tae-Hyun just smiled, his fingers weakly tangling in Joon-Won's hair. He had never felt more cherished.
.
.
Joon-Won didn't carry Tae-Hyun to the bed with tenderness. He hauled him up, one arm hooked under Tae-Hyun's knees and the other supporting his back, but his grip was tight enough to leave new marks. He tossed him onto the silk duvet, a tangled shivering mess of spent adrenaline and drying sweat before immediately turning his back to the bed.
The silence that followed was clinical. Joon-Won began to dress, his movements efficient and terrifyingly calm. After pulling on some crème colored trousers, He pulled on a fresh black dress shirt, the fabric stretching over his broad shoulders as he buttoned it with steady fingers.
"Where are you going, Joon?" Tae-Hyun croaked, propping himself up on his elbows. His lower lip was swollen, a dark bead of blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth. He looked ruined, and he'd never felt more alive.
"I'm going to finish a conversation," Joon-Won said, not looking back. He reached for his watch, snapping the leather strap around his wrist. "One that should have ended the moment he looked at you at that door."
Tae-Hyun let out a low, breathless chuckle, his eyes tracking the lethal line of Joon-Won's spine. "You're really going to go down there? For a waiter? It was just a kiss, Joon. A bit of friction. It's not like we're married. We aren't even a 'we.'"
Joon-Won froze. He turned slowly, his face a mask of cold, concentrated violence. The bad boy Tae-Hyun had heard stories about, seen only pictures of, the one who had fights none stop in back alleys before he ever put on a suit was staring back at him. His body shivered and his eyes darkened at the sight, he was enjoying this more than he should.. it was thrilling.
"Don't play that game right now, Tae-Hyun," Joon-Won warned, his voice a dangerous hum. "I just spent the last hour literalizing the fact that you belong to me. If you say we aren't together one more time, I might decide you don't need to speak at all."
"But it's true," Tae-Hyun provoked, pushed more, his voice dropping into that seductive, brittle register. He crawled toward the edge of the bed, the duvet slipping to reveal the handprints blooming on his thighs. "You're just a man who's obsessed with a prize he hasn't officially claimed. You're acting like a jealous boyfriend when you're really just... a very attentive owner. Is that why you're going? To protect your property?"
Joon-Won crossed the room in two strides. He didn't slap him this time, he grabbed Tae-Hyun's face, his thumb and forefinger digging into his jaw until Tae-Hyun's mouth was forced open.
"I am going because I am a monster," Joon-Won hissed, leaning down until their noses brushed. "I spent years burying the part of me that enjoys breaking things, Tae-Hyun. I built a quiet, organized life with a routine so I wouldn't have to use my hands. But for you? I will dig it all back up. I'm going to find that boy, and I'm going to show him exactly what happens when you touch something that was never meant for public consumption."
"You might go to jail," Tae-Hyun whispered in Joon's grasp, his heart hammering against his ribs in a frantic rhythm of worship. "You'll ruin everything for... what? A bruise on my neck?"
"I'll ruin the world for a look in your eyes," Joon-Won countered. He let go of Tae-Hyun's face, his eyes raking over the marks he'd left slowly. "I don't care about the consequences. I have enough authority to have everyone silence in this hotel. But I want him to know. I want him to feel the difference between a 'professional' and a man who is willing to burn his life down to keep you."
Tae-Hyun leaned back, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face that he couldn't hide. He loved this. He loved that he had turned a god of routine back into a raging beast. "He's probably at the staff lockers by now. Near the service entrance. He has a sharp tongue, Joon. Be careful he doesn't hurt your feelings."
Joon-Won's jaw tightened. He reached into his bag and pulled out a thick silver ring, it looked old but heavy, he slide it on and flexing his fingers before cracking his fingers. The sound of Joon's fingers cracking was the most erotic thing Tae-Hyun had ever heard, his body was heating up.
"He won't be using his tongue for a very long time," Joon-Won said. He walked toward the door, his aura so heavy it felt like the oxygen was leaving the room. "Stay in this bed. If I come back and you've moved an inch, I'll assume you need more reminding of who you actually belong to."
"But babe, We're still not a couple." Tae-Hyun called out, his voice a teasing, velvet lilt as Joon reached the door and stepped out, he said that to him right before he was about to close it.
Joon-Won paused, his hand on the handle. He didn't look back, but his voice was a promise of absolute ruin. "Keep telling yourself that, Tae-Hyun. Maybe it'll make it hurt less when I finally decide to put a collar on you."
The door clicked shut, sounding like a final sentence.
Tae-Hyun collapsed back onto the pillows, his breath coming in shallow, ecstatic gasps. He ran his fingers over the bite mark on his neck, then down to his now throbbing cock. He could still feel the phantom weight of Joon-Won's body, the way he had claimed every internal inch of him.
Downstairs, a waiter was about to learn that some prizes came with a death warrant. And Tae-Hyun? He was going to enjoy every second of the fallout.