Kwon Taekjoo drifted in and out of consciousness repeatedly.
Throughout his heated confrontation, his body fluctuated between dampness and brief moments of clarity, only to become sticky again.
Every time he opened his eyes, he could feel the heavy breathing and desperate movements of a man starving for him.
Each nerve in his body twisted under the
intense sensations overwhelming him. Rapid breaths, mixed with uncontrollable moans, escaped his open mouth.
He tried to maintain composure, but the overwhelming pleasure pushed him beyond his limits, causing him to completely collapse.
It felt like his brain would boil over and melt into a puddle if he didn't pass out soon.
It was impossible to know how much time had passed after all that.
He couldn't even tell if it was day or night. For some reason, it felt like days had gone by, though it also seemed like
only a couple of hours.
In the haze clouding his mind, Kwon Taekjoo occasionally caught snippets of Zhenya's voice.
He seemed to be talking on the phone with someone.
"If you're asking about Taekjoo, there's no need to worry. He's sleeping like a log. Mmh, I'll call you back later."
Kwon Taekjoo could have misheard, but he would swear it was his mother's voice on the other end of the line.
Zhenya quickly ended the call and tossed the phone aside. His silhouette
moved in the dim light, lingering at the edge of Kwon Taekjoo's vision.
With great effort, Kwon Taekjoo forced his eyes open.
An incomprehensible sight greeted him as his vision cleared.
Zhenya was firmly seated between his legs, his hands covered in surgical latex gloves.
His gaze was blatantly fixed on the space between Kwon Taekjoo's thighs.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, you're awake?"
Zhenya's eyes met Kwon Taekjoo's with the same casual tone as always. Kwon Taekjoo tried to sit up, but he remained still.
His arms were tied behind his back, and a leather belt was cinched tightly around his waist.
He squirmed in place, trying to process what was happening, but even that was difficult as his limbs were completely immobilized.
The leather cuffs securing his wrists to the belt made any further movement impossible.
Kwon Taekjoo shot Zhenya a confused look.
"What the hell is all this?"
"You said you'd give me a birthday present. I thought long and hard about what I wanted, something I'd never forget for the rest of my life,"
Zhenya responded indifferently, spreading Kwon Taekjoo's legs even wider.
He stroked the inside of Kwon Taekjoo's thigh with his thumb.
"You told me not to interfere with your work in any way. No phone tapping, no GPS tracking. So, what else could I do?"
Suddenly, Zhenya tugged at the skin he had been caressing and looked up to meet Kwon Taekjoo's eyes.
"My only option is to leave my mark."
"What the hell are you...?"
Stunned, Kwon Taekjoo struggled to look down at his thighs.
His arms were tied behind him, forcing his chest up and making it hard to see, but he could just make out something in
Zhenya's hands.
There was a faint, familiar mechanical buzzing sound. Was it a tattoo machine?
Kwon Taekjoo looked up at Zhenya with a sharp, anxious glare.
Zhenya simply smiled in satisfaction and gave him a blunt reminder.
"Taekjoo, this is something only you can give me, and I want it too. Don't you think it's the perfect birthday gift?"
"No. Absolutely not. If you tattoo me, it could cause problems later."
"You're still worried about work, even now?"
"It's not just about work, you idiot. You want to put something permanent on my body without my consent? Do you even know what I went through to get the last one removed?"
"Yes... there wasn't a trace left,"
Zhenya snapped, lowering his gaze. His smiling lips thinned into a tight line, just as they always did when something upset him.
He had no right to be angry about Kwon Taekjoo removing the previous tattoo without telling him, especially since Zhenya had forced it on him in the first place.
And yet, there he was, clearly resentful.
"Stop playing around and untie me."
"Who's playing?"
Zhenya's lips twisted into a grin as he firmly pinned Kwon Taekjoo's legs with his knees.
"This won't cause you any problems. In fact, it might even serve as a protective charm."
"A protective charm? Stop with the nonsense, you bastard."
"You said you wouldn't die."
"...What? Why are you bringing that up now?"
"If you want me to believe your fragile promise, don't you think it's only fair that I have a symbol, something to reaffirm your vow to me?"
The idea of calling a simple tattoo a "symbol" or "charm" didn't make much sense to Kwon Taekjoo.
Still, it was hard to outright reject Zhenya's request when he claimed it was his birthday wish, something only Kwon Taekjoo could give him.
On the other hand, Zhenya had promised not to interfere with Kwon Taekjoo's missions anymore if he just got a tattoo.
It was an unspoken rule for NIS agents to avoid visible tattoos, but maybe something small would be acceptable.
Conflicting thoughts swirled in Kwon Taekjoo's head.
After a long pause, he finally spoke.
"...Don't complain about this later."
"Ah, Taekjoo, as if I complain as much as you."
"Don't put it anywhere visible."
As if it were ridiculous, Zhenya ignored his concern.
Then, he lifted Kwon Taekjoo's legs and slowly, deliberately drew a line over the muscle on the inner part of his thigh, a spot intimately close to his groin.
"Why would I put it somewhere visible? No one but me should ever be able to see it. Unless you're showing off, Taekjoo."
"Showing off? Do you even have the right to say that?"
"Who has more right than me? I'm in the prime of my youth, dating a partner I can't even get pregnant. Doesn't that make me the most loyal, the most faithful lover? I've never been this patient in my life."
Kwon Taekjoo was left speechless.
Patient? Zhenya was anything but patient.
Once he set his mind to it, he'd always go at Kwon Taekjoo until he was practically dead.
Yet, as far as Kwon Taekjoo knew, Zhenya hadn't looked at anyone else since being allowed into his life.
For a man used to switching sexual partners on a whim, Kwon Taekjoo had to admit that Zhenya had been pretty faithful to him.
Of course, he couldn't know if Zhenya had been with someone else while Kwon Taekjoo wasn't watching, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Zhenya had never actually cheated on him, even if it was just blind trust.
As Kwon Taekjoo cursed himself for being so lenient, he added another strict condition.
"The tattoo can't be anything that reveals my identity."
"I know."
"And it can't be too big, either."
"Sure,"
Zhenya replied without much enthusiasm, quickly getting to work on the preparations.
Ignoring Kwon Taekjoo's growing excitement, he rubbed disinfectant over his skin with a swab.
The cold sensation made Kwon Taekjoo's body tense up.
The leather cuffs around his wrists rattled with the slightest movement.
"Hey. If you're going to do this, at least untie me."
"It's better if you stay tied up. If you move even a little, my hand might slip. Then I'd have to tattoo something much bigger to cover the mistake."
Zhenya shot him a warning glance, silently asking if that's what he wanted.
It was an absurd threat, but Kwon Taekjoo had no reason to refuse.
Kwon Taekjoo stiffly lifted his head and glanced down at his lap.
All he could see was Zhenya's face, unusually focused for once, and his hand holding the tattoo machine.
"Anyway, what are you tattooing on me?"
"Who knows? Just lie down and wait."
Zhenya tugged Kwon Taekjoo's legs, laying him flat on the bed.
He stretched the skin with his fingers. Kwon Taekjoo stared helplessly at the ceiling, bracing himself for the impending pain.
Moments later, a sharp sting spread across his thigh.
His cock twitched in response to the
sharp, searing pain.
He gritted his teeth, trying to endure it, but despite his efforts, a few soft
whimpers escaped him.
"Uugh... aah... damn, this burns."
"There's no way you're already moaning."
"Agh, stop talking and just finish already! Uugh…"
"Hurrying me won't do you any good, Zainka. You should learn to be more patient,"
Zhenya teased, his voice filled with satisfaction. What a pervert, taking pleasure in causing someone else pain.
Kwon Taekjoo squeezed his eyes shut.
He'd endured torture before during his missions, returning with countless wounds, both large and small.
Compared to that, getting a tattoo
should have been nothing more than a tickle.
But maybe because of the current
circumstances, or because Zhenya was stimulating a part of him that wasn't trained to handle pain, his body kept flinching on its own.
Every now and then, Zhenya would look up to observe his reactions as he meticulously drew the tattoo.
Then, he let out a small laugh. Kwon Taekjoo's eyes shot open at the sound. He hadn't misheard Zhenya because he could clearly see his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"What? Why the hell are you laughing like that? You bastard, did you tattoo something weird on me?"
A wave of panic surged through Kwon Taekjoo, and he shot up, but with his arms restrained, he could only lift his chest halfway.
He tightened his torso to keep himself upright and looked down at his groin.
Through his blurry, shaky vision, he caught a glimpse of the tattoo Zhenya
had engraved on him.
This time, it wasn't an image but text. Since it was handwritten in Russian and Kwon Taekjoo's view was limited, it was hard for him to make out the word exactly.
And if that wasn't enough, a sharp pain in his crotch prevented him from concentrating, his cock was erect and twitching from the persistent poking and prodding.
Zhenya looked at his erection and smiled in pleasure.
"Taekjoo, don't you think you enjoy pain a little too much?"
"Enjoy pain? I'm just overly sensitive to the slightest touch thanks to someone who pushed me to my limit."
"Mmh? How naughty of you."
"Yeah, whatever, you have no right to say that, bastard."
"Why are you so angry? It's much better for you now that you're sensitive to my touch."
Suddenly, Zhenya stroked his erection, causing a throbbing pain to ignite at the point of contact and spread through his crotch.
A drop of pre-seminal fluid pooled on his glans before dripping onto his stomach.
"Oww… damn bastard…"
"There you go insulting me again. Admit it, deep down you're craving it."
"Aaah, just stop talking and let's finish this already."
"Hold on a little longer. I'm almost done."
After calming Kwon Taekjoo, Zhenya's hand returned to his task. He focused all his concentration and effort on meticulously engraving each letter onto Kwon Taekjoo's skin.
Watching zhenya's intense dedication, his face transformed into a mask of focus, stirred an unusual sensitivity within Kwon Taekjoo.
After calming Kwon Taekjoo, Zhenya's hand returned to his task.
He focused all his concentration and effort on meticulously engraving each letter onto Kwon Taekjoo's skin.
Watching Zhenya's intense dedication, his face transformed into a mask of focus, stirred an unusual sensitivity within Kwon Taekjoo.
He was certain Zhenya had never concentrated so hard on anything, not even his duties as an official.
To Zhenya, everything in the world was
boring and tiresome. But whenever it came to anything related to Kwon Taekjoo, he gave it his all.
Should Kwon Taekjoo feel happy about that?
"Isn't it fascinating?"
"Mnn... what is?"
"I'm giving you another tattoo, just like before. But instead of resisting or begging me to kill you, you're voluntarily and obediently opening your legs for me."
"Ha. Voluntary and obedient? Where are you getting that from?"
"Isn't that how it is? That's how it seems to me."
What kind of ridiculous logic was he going to present now? Kwon Taekjoo shot Zhenya a disapproving look.
Zhenya glanced up after stroking his warm skin, meeting Kwon Taekjoo's
gaze.
His blue eyes were in a trance, filled with euphoria.
"If I untie you, will you try to stop me again?"
Zhenya's voice was laced with amusement, but it didn't feel like he was mocking Kwon Taekjoo.
It was more like he was completely enchanted by him.
Kwon Taekjoo's vision blurred at Zhenya's ecstatic smile, even though he saw Zhenya's face nearly every day.
He didn't even dare respond to his smug comment.
Zhenya flashed another smug grin, as if the situation proved his point, and finally declared,
"It's done."
The unbearable mechanical hum of the tattoo machine stopped entirely, though
the pain Kwon Taekjoo felt lingered.
The tender skin where the new tattoo lay still burned and throbbed.
"Uugh... what a strange fetish you have. Now untie my arms too."
"We'll see."
"What the hell are you planning to do now?"
Kwon Taekjoo grew uneasy, his body on high alert.
Letting Zhenya get away with one thing
would only lead to him demanding countless more.
Kwon Taekjoo wondered if he'd been
spoiling him too much lately.
"No.."
Kwon Taekjoo's rejection was instant and firm, even though he had no idea what Zhenya might ask for.
"No?"
Zhenya repeated with a smug smile.
Slowly, he leaned forward over the bed, hands on either side, his gaze drifting over Kwon Taekjoo's body until it finally settled on his face.
The reddened glans of Kwon Taekjoo's quivering cock rubbed against Zhenya's abs.
Zhenya smiled wickedly as his gaze finally settled on his crotch.
His eyes wandered deliberately over
every inch of Kwon Taekjoo's body.
Perhaps it was due to the growing arousal spreading through his body, but Kwon Taekjoo's already bulky chest was rising and falling with rapid breaths.
"Someone once told me that the time, place and circumstances of a shared memory could make someone feel fond of you."
Suddenly, Zhenya repeated the words Kwon Taekjoo had once said to him a long time ago, while smiling contentedly.
He was the incarnation of a demon wearing the face of an angel.
Kwon Taekjoo watched him anxiously as Zhenya ducked his head and slowly stretched out his tongue, the sharp tip coming menacingly close to his swollen nipple.
Kwon Taekjoo's fists clenched against his will as he bit his lower lip.
It looked like Zhenya was going to engulf his nipple at any moment, but instead he pressed his lips against the curve of his chest.
The slight brush of his lips was enough to make Kwon Taekjoo's nipple twitch.
Zhenya let out a provocative chuckle and began placing wet, smacking kisses around Kwon Taekjoo's nipple, his tongue running along the opposite side of his chest.
Each gentle caress left Kwon Taekjoo's nipple throbbing impatiently.
Once again, however, Zhenya's lips toyed around the untouched area where Kwon Taekjoo desired, turning Kwon Taekjoo's anxiety into frustration.
"Shit, let go of me."
Zhenya interrupted his attentions to reply with absolute nonsense.
"I heard there's a Korean saying 'if you give someone a disease, then you should give them medicine'."
He raised his head to meet Kwon Taekjoo's glare.
"I branded pain into your skin with fire, so why don't I give you some sweet pleasure as well?"
he whispered to him in a mocking tone, opening his mouth wide.
For some reason, the inside of his mouth looked redder and slicker than usual.
Kwon Taekjoo couldn't help but swallow hard, as his throat trembled. Just before Zhenya's mouth landed on Kwon Taekjoo's expectant nipple, another kind of feeling engulfed his crotch.
Zhenya's hand had encircled his cock, causing Kwon Taekjoo's abdomen to convulse on the spot.
Zhenya lowered his gaze and laughed, then took Kwon Taekjoo's nipple into his mouth without hesitation, sucking it eagerly.
At the same time, his hand began to slowly stroke Kwon Taekjoo's erection.
The combined sensations overwhelmed Taekjoo, causing him to throw his head back, his body jerking in response to the intense attack from above and below.
"Aaah, nngh... Aahhh..."
"Ngh, Taekjoo..."
Zhenya let out a moan next to Kwon Taekjoo, as he savored his flesh.
Slowly he began to rub his thick, stiff cock against Kwon Taekjoo's thigh, which was already sensitive from the
recent tattoo.
Kwon Taekjoo struggled to maintain his concentration, torn between the
continuous, unmistakable pleasure and the sharp, nagging pain.
"Aaah, nngh, mmn.... Taekjoo..."
"Mmnh, mmnn, uugh..."
Zhenya began to thrust against Kwon Taekjoo harder and harder, his mouth pulling and nibbling Kwon Taekjoo's nipple with increasing intensity.
The mattress supporting their
bodies bounced with Zhenya's movements, and the bed frame creaked in unison.
Kwon Taekjoo's head was spinning from the incessant shaking.
Immersed in their shared arousal, they pressed against one another before fully intertwining again.
They clung to each other desperately, trying to feel every bit of their hot temperature, their intermingled scents, and their ragged breathing.
"Mmnn, uughh.... Yevgeny, aaahh Yevgeny...mnnn aah Zhenya!".
Zhenya stopped his relentless movements as Kwon Taekjoo moaned over and over for his name; his mouth opened, releasing Kwon Taekjoo's breast.
He stared intently at Kwon Taekjoo.
The head of his cock stopped rubbing eagerly against Kwon Taekjoo's inner thigh and twitched, as if it too was confused.
Kwon Taekjoo, bleary-eyed and dazed, rested his gaze on Zhenya. Looking completely exhausted, he begged in quick gasps.
"Let go of my arms."
The rough and hoarse tone of Kwon Taekjoo's voice, his calm eyes now devoid of anger, the soft and almost pleading tone of his request, seduced Zhenya.
Possessed, Zhenya looked at
Kwon Taekjoo and obediently removed the handcuffs.
With his hands now free, Kwon Taekjoo's fingers went straight for Zhenya's face.
It wouldn't have been surprising if Zhenya had flinched, but he only stared unblinkingly at Kwon Taekjoo, who pulled him in for a desperate, eager kiss.
One of their lips must have cracked because the faint taste of blood mixed with the sweetness of their saliva.
But it only heightened their greed. They hungrily inhaled each other's breath,
as if trying to completely consume it, their tongues and lips intertwining with frantic passion.
As they continued kissing, with an intensity enough to numb their lips, Zhenya guided his cock into Kwon Taekjoo's hole.
As soon as his erect cock came in contact with the moistened opening, it was eagerly sucked in.
The next moment, Kwon Taekjoo's whole body was jolted.
"Aaahh, mmngg... Aaah..."
A high-pitched, restrained moan escaped Kwon Taekjoo's tight lips.
He had reached orgasm the instant Zhenya thrust inside him. Zhenya smirked as Kwon Taekjoo's sticky cum coated his hand.
Kwon Taekjoo's inner walls tightened around Zhenya's cock, slowly pulling it
deeper inside, as if he was reveling in the sensation.
Zhenya's abdominal muscles contracted
in response to the intense pleasure, and his mind began to spin.
"Nghh, Taekjoo, Taekjoo....".
Zhenya hid his face in the back of Kwon Taekjoo's neck as he exhaled a deep sigh.
An inexplicable ecstasy came over Kwon Taekjoo as he felt the tingling of Zhenya's warm breath.
Zhenya's sharp nose brushed against his neck and ear, savoring the aftertaste of the pleasurable sensation, before pulling away.
Next, he began to fuck him slowly, basking in the sensuality of Kwon Taekjoo's body.
Kwon Taekjoo reciprocated with tender kisses on Zhenya's forehead and hair, accepting Zhenya's torrent of unbridled passion feebly, as the air filled with their ragged breaths.