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The game starts the same way it always does. Eunseok will always open his door whenever Sohee knocks, no matter what he’s doing. If he’s free, they’ll get started right away. If he’s busy, he’ll tell Sohee to wait on his bed, and Sohee will always do it. Sohee is obedient and beautiful and needs to be told what to do. Eunseok is just glad that Sohee wants him to be the one to do it.

Tonight, Eunseok is busy. He’s mid-raid when Sohee comes by. His arcane gunslinger (Shadow of the Abyss, Blackshadow: exterminator of evil, orphaned at birth and raised to believe he was worthless until he found out he had a naturally large mana pool and a gift for magic. Blackshadow works to dismantle injustice in the shadows and expects no thanks. He’s fucking awesome.) lands a critical hit on the demonic spider queen Lilith, knocking her down to 10% HP, and she shrieks in his headset as his party members woop in excitement.

Eunseok almost misses it when Sohee knocks, his hands busy flying across his keyboard as he types out a ‘LMAOOOOOOOO EZ’ for his teammates that couldn’t join the group call. Sohee knocks again, louder and more impatient, and Eunseok sets up a timed attack as he semi-jogs over to open his door.

“Hi,” he says as he hurries Sohee inside, closing the door behind him. “Sorry, busy, could you wait on the bed for a bit?”

“Dude,” Donghyuck yells in his ears. “Are you seriously AFK right now? She’s at 5%!”

Eunseok rolls his eyes as he sits back down at his computer, swiftly reorienting Blackshadow into proper team formation as Lilith sets up her fifth wave AoE attack. He flips his mic down as he waits for her attack timer to cool off. “Sorry, hyung. I’m back. You can set up the party buff now, Chanyoung.”

“Hyung,” he hears from behind him. It barely registers,

Chanyoung’s reply comes back quiet and muffled, like he’s stuffed his mic between two couch cushions. Still, Eunseok watches the sparkly white and gold buff stack animations heal Blackshadow and make him stronger.

“Let’s fucking go!” Donghyuck shouts, his wizard setting up a DoT spell. In the background of his audio, Eunseok can hear Renjun telling him to shut the fuck up. “One more hit! Take it home, Eunseokie.”

“Hyung.”

Eunseok smirks to himself as Blackshadow chugs down a mana potion and lines up his shot, Healing Michael’s attack buff strengthening both his body and his resolve as he eradicates the devilish spider queen. He imagines Blackshadow standing over her twitching corpse, an enchanted arquebus pointed right between her eyes, before he splatters her brain all over the floor. The in-game animation, however, just has him jumping up and down and clapping his hands together.

So fucking cool.

“Hyung!”

Sohee’s voice is high and shrill, the way it gets whenever he desperately needs something. Eunseok swivels around in his chair, eyes locking onto Sohee’s. He takes in the furrow of his brows, the pout of his lips, the unhappy squint of his eyes.

Donghyuck laughs. “Uh oh, trouble in paradise?”

“Gotta go,” he hurriedly replies. He ignores Donghyuck’s fake blowjob noises and Yangyang’s jeer of whipped! to type a ‘GG EZ Epic playz ¬‿¬’ into the chat before logging off. He can feel Sohee’s eyes boring into the back of his head, hot and irritated.

“Hyung,” Sohee says again. Gentler, this time, and more desperate. Whiney. It tickles something in Eunseok’s gut. They both know what he’s here for, and Eunseok made him wait long enough. “Blackshadow.”

Eunseok takes his headset off and swivels back around, crossing his arms over his chest and relaxing back against his chair. “You’re more impatient than usual.”

He watches Sohee squirm under his gaze, half-guilty and half-indignant. Sohee’s like that, feeling guilty over little things even when he really wants them. It’s something Eunseok has been trying to train out of him. He likes Sohee when he’s nice and pliant, but he also wants Sohee to want. Mostly so that he’d have an excuse to give it to him exactly how he needs it, in ways that Sohee himself doesn’t realise yet.

Sohee shrugs, averting his eyes. He’s still frowning, the brat, as if Eunseok had him waiting for hours instead of five minutes. “Yeah, well. Didn’t feel like waiting tonight.”

Eunseok quirks a brow at him. “Really, now?”

Sohee shakes his head, bringing his legs up to his chest as he presses his back against the wall. Eunseok waits for him to speak. He doesn’t.

“Words, Sohee.”

Sohee drops his head to his shoulder, a habit he’s developed from hiding himself in the hood of his hoodie. In his plain white t-shirt, it just looks a little silly. “Didn’t have such a good day today.”

A beat passes. Eunseok drums his fingers against his armrest. “How did you find out about Blackshadow?”

Sohee finally cracks a smile, the pout on his lips melting off to get replaced with a flash of sharp canines. “Seunghan told me. He said you really got off to it. Like, pretending that you’re a magical batman and he’s your catty villain.”

“Hey,” Eunseok snaps. “Blackshadow is not magical Batman.”

Eunseok still has dreams about that night. Seunghan in a pair of fluffy black cat ears, yowling like he’s in heat and scratching the shit out of his back. Letting out the occasional I’ll never let you get away with this! in true Abyssal Gunmetal NightCat fashion.

Sohee snorts. “Hyung, he’s got dead parents, and he’s all about shadows. That’s just Batman.”

“Whatever, dude. You just don’t get Blackshadow,” Eunseok says. It takes a great deal of patience to gloss over Sohee’s gross oversimplification of Batman's character. “Maybe you can be my sidekick. Blackshadow’s sidekick, I mean. The Night Hamster. It suits you.”

Sohee crinkles his face in distaste. “Why does Seunghan get to be a villain, and I have to be a sidekick?”

“Okay, fine. No hamsters. You can be a villain. You’re The Lord of Darkness. You could be an evil necromancer.”

Sohee nods. “And I killed your parents.”

“That’s so fucked up,” Eunseok baulks. “I thought we were sexy larping. Blackshadow wouldn’t fuck the person who killed his parents.”

“Well, what if he didn’t know?” Sohee replies. He unfolds his legs, his basketball shorts riding up his thighs from where they get caught on Eunseok’s blankets. Eunseok’s eyes trail up soft pale skin, marred by the occasional freckle. One for every victim he’s taken, Eunseok’s brain supplies. “The Lord of Darkness could also have illusion magic. I’d disguise myself as some little twig boy so Blackshadow could save me. And then we’d kiss or something, and then I’d drop my illusion so that he could find out that he just saved his greatest nemesis.”

Wow. That’s… extremely evil. And kind of hot. Eunseok imagines how distraught Blackshadow would be–kissing his parents’ killer, and still chasing the feeling of his lips. It’s fun, in a really weird, fucked up way. But this is also the first time that Sohee’s initiating something that he wants. Eunseok can see it in his eyes, the set of his shoulders, the way his hands fiddle with his bedsheets. The Lord of Darkness wants to be Blackshadow’s next conquest. So be it.

“So, what are you now?” The chair squeaks as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, hand clasped together. Sohee looks him up and down, clearly interested in the sudden shift of atmosphere in the room. “The Lord of Darkness? Or the little twig boy?”

Sohee braces his hands on his knees, shoulders hiked up to his ears as he stretches. When he relaxes, his posture is different than before, less needy and more assertive. Which, for Sohee, is quite the feat. “You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

And the game begins.

Eunseok takes a moment to think, watching Sohee shift under his gaze as the seconds go by in silence. Then, he stares for longer, just because he can. Sohee begins to squirm, his hands restless in his lap and his toes wringing together as they hang off the edge of Eunseok’s bed. He looks at Eunseok through long, straight lashes, his eyes big and pleading for something he doesn’t want to have to ask for out loud. At this moment, Eunseok understands that Sohee would do anything for him if he asked. Sohee trusts Eunseok to know what’s best for them both. Because to please Eunseok is to please himself, and to Eunseok that much is enough.

“Lay down,” he says. Sohee blinks once, twice, before he’s eagerly scrambling to lay his back against Eunseok’s bed sheets, messy hair splayed out on his pillow. Eunseok cracks a smile. “No, Sohee. I meant the other way.”

Sohee swallows. Eunseok watches the bob of his Adam’s apple with hungry eyes. “Like–flip around?”

“Is it really that hard to comprehend?” Eunseok sighs, reclining back in his chair to feign disinterest. “If you can’t follow basic instructions, I should just go find Seunghan. He’s always so obedient.”

Sohee shakes his head fervently, lips drawn out into a pout. Eunseok wants to cradle his face in his hands and ruffle his hair, but something in him tells him that Sohee needs him to be a little meaner tonight. He rolls over onto his stomach, face turned towards where Eunseok’s sitting. His shirt’s ridden up to reveal a stripe of skin between his shirt hem and the waistband of his shorts, soft and smooth. “You don’t need Seunghan, hyung. Don’t call Seunghan. I’m here, so you don’t need him.”

Eunseok doesn’t respond. Sohee’s just in a mood. Eunseok knows that, if Seunghan were here, Eunseok would be the one left out–Seunghan and Sohee love him, yes, but they’re made for each other. They live their lives macking on each other in the world's weirdest, horniest game of cat and mouse. Instead, he gets up and walks over to his wardrobe and opens a drawer to pick out a tie, plain red and silky. It’s one he never wears himself. He thinks it’d look better on Sohee.

When he turns back around, he finds Sohee straining his neck to see what he’s doing. He swallows down a shudder of anticipation at the mere mental image of what he’s going to do to him, the way Sohee will squirm and shake and cry.

“Hips up,” Eunseok says. “And arms around your back.”

Sohee’s eyes widen with understanding, his tongue poking out to wet his lips nervously. He folds his arms around his back first, his hands folding into loose fists and settling at each opposite elbow. Then, he shuffles his knees forward to shift his hips up, shoulders tensing as they carry the weight of his body, and Eunseok briefly wonders if he plays up his struggling just because he knows Eunseok loves to see it.

Eunseok takes a moment to rake his eyes over him, all broad shoulders and small waist and slim frame. Everything about Sohee is cute, so cute, the perfect combination of rounded and tender and angled. His ears are round and cute, and so are his hips and his thighs, while his wrists are knobby, his elbows are sharp and his limbs are gangly. He reminds Eunseok of a puppy, adorably small and clumsily sturdy, unused to having a body.

Eunseok grabs him by the ankle, squeezing his hand around Sohee’s protruding ankle bone and making his way up the back of his calf, just to test Sohee’s patience. He strokes his hair, thick and soft, before finally grabbing his forearms and slipping his tie underneath.

“Here’s the deal,” he says, wrapping the red silk around and around again until Sohee’s forearms are bound and unmoving unless Sohee really struggles his way out. “You’re my archenemy, my mortal nemesis. You killed my parents. You killed my first adventuring party. You tried to kill me again, for the umpteenth time, but this time, I caught you.”

Eunseok settles behind Sohee, grabbing onto his headboard so he can lean over Sohee’s back, hips against hips, to whisper in his ear.

“I caught you, Lord of Darkness. And you’ve really pissed me off this time. I’m not going to kill you, because I’m not a monster like you, but I will be making you regret every single thing you’ve done to me.”

“Woah,” Sohee’s voice comes out muffled. He already sounds short of breath–maybe because Eunseok’s got him face down, ass up and bound, but it could also be because his face is pressed into Eunseok’s pillow. “You’re serious about this? I was just kidding.”

Eunseok pinches the back of Sohee’s thigh, making him yelp. “Super serious. 100% serious. Now get in character. You’re supposed to be my nemesis.”

“But, hyung–would Blackshadow seriously fuck the guy who killed his parents?”

Eunseok pauses for a second, stilling his hands on Sohee’s hips. “Well, he’s not fucking him in, like, a romantic way. Or maybe this isn’t canonical lore. Just stop asking questions, seriously.”

Sohee tries his best to look at Eunseok, brows furrowed in confusion. “Canonical–what?”

“I said no more questions,” Eunseok pushes Sohee’s shirt down the slope of his back, dragging blunt nails over pale skin to watch red lines form. If Eunseok squints and immerses himself in character, they could pass as battle scars, forged in combat between himself and the now-defeated Lord of Darkness.

“You have no clue how long I’ve waited to have you like this, Lord of Darkness. Powerless. Helpless. Weak.” Eunseok swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You should be begging for forgiveness, you bastard.”

He rests his fingers on Sohee’s sides, dragging a hand down past the blades of Sohee’s shoulders and up the nape of his neck to settle in his hair. He digs his fingers in and tugs Sohee’s head up, watching Sohee’s lips part with a gasp. “Can’t you follow instructions? I said beg.”

He presses his hips forward to grind against Sohee’s ass, his other hand still resting between Sohee’s ribs and the arch of his back. Sohee whines, his mouth shaping into a desperate pout.

Eunseok waits for Sohee to catch the hint. He’ll wait for however long Sohee needs, even if that isn’t necessarily what Blackshadow would do. But Blackshadow would probably be brutal, unforgiving, with the barrel of his arquebus shoved into the Lord of Darkness’ mouth. This is still Sohee, his cute and lovely dongsaeng. Eunseok, however, still plans to make him cry.

“Ah–” Sohee finally speaks after a moment too long, when Eunseok’s fingers tightened in his hair as his patience wears a little too thin. “Um–I–hyung–”

Eunseok sighs, pressing his hips harder into the seam of Sohee’s shorts, listening to the way his breath hitches and watching the way his shoulders shake. “Not hyung, Sohee. Try again.”

“Bla–Blackshadow,” Sohee finally says, his voice weak and wavering. “You won’t get away with this, Blackshadow.”

“Oh?” Eunseok pulls Sohee up by his arms so that he’s kneeling, the hand on his head snaking down to wrap long fingers around the column of his throat. His other hand circles around his waist to press onto the flat of Sohee’s stomach before dipping his fingers beneath his waistband. Eunseok peeks over Sohee’s shoulder, eyes travelling down the flat plane of his body to watch how Sohee strains against his shorts. “I’m not so sure about that, Lord of Darkness. It’s almost as if you’re letting me get away with this. Isn’t that why you’re clearly so desperate for me?”

“Fuck off,” Sohee spits, though his words lack the venom of a man captured and humiliated. He’s still nervous–Eunseok can hear it in the way his voice shakes. It’s alright for now, Eunseok thinks. He’ll have plenty of time to practise his role. For now, he’ll give in easily. “Not desperate for anything. Not desperate for you. I’ll–I’ll get out of these ropes, and I’ll–”

He cuts off with a gasp when Eunseok’s fingers squeeze the sides of his oesophagus for just a second before he shoves three into Sohee’s mouth, grazing against sharp canine teeth before pressing down against the back of Sohee’s tongue to make him choke. His other hand hooks a thumb around the waistband of Sohee’s shorts and underwear, pulling them down until they’re pooling around his knees, freeing his erection so Eunseok can give it a light squeeze.

"Mhm," Eunseok hums as he thumbs the tip of Sohee's cock, ruddy pink and gleaming with precum. He spreads it around the head of his dick, pinching the liquid between the pad of his thumb and his forefinger to watch it string out between his fingers. "Sure. You're pretty in this form, you know. Real pretty. Maybe I'll take it easier on you if you beg for my forgiveness. Maybe, if you beg," he enunciates his words with a light jerk of his wrist, listening to Sohee choke around his fingers as his hips buck forward to chase the pleasure, "just maybe I'll even rehabilitate you in a nicer way. Keep you as a pet or something. Fuck the evil out of you."

He pumps Sohee's dick, pressing his nose to the back of Sohee's head and breathing him in. Sohee smells soft, like fresh cotton and laundry detergent. He lets his eyes slip shut for a moment, allowing himself to focus on the vibration of Sohee's panting against his fingers, the gentle pressure against his own cock as Sohee's hips rock back and forth, before he lets go completely.

Sohee whines, a sensation that Eunseok can feel right up his arm and down his spine. His voice is faint, scratchy, whiney. "Come on, hyung, please–"

Eunseok tuts, slapping the side of Sohee's thigh with a sticky hand. "What did I say, Sohee? Not hyung. Come on, baby. I know you can do better than that."

"Ah–Blackshadow-" Sohee tilts his head back onto Eunseok's shoulder, his fingers slipping out of his mouth and messily coating his chin in saliva. His eyes are wide and teary, pleading, brows pinched together in one of the best cases of fuck me eyes Eunseok has ever seen. "Blackshadow, please, please, please fuck me already, I can't–."

Eunseok can't help but laugh right in his face, pressing a chaste kiss to Sohee's nose that Sohee tries to chase with his lips. Sohee might just be the cutest thing Eunseok's ever seen, all tied up and desperate. Maybe he's too fond of Sohee. Or maybe he really is just that nice.

"You're not that great at playing your character yet," Eunseok says, squeezing Sohee's lips between his fingers in a puckered up pout. "The Lord of Darkness is supposed to be meaner, Sohee. A little feistier. But that's okay for now, I guess. You'll learn. Hyung will help you more later, okay?"

Sohee sniffles. "Thought you weren't hyung right now."

Eunseok smiles. "That's right, isn't it? Good boy."

Sohee preens, nodding as best as he can. The back of his head knocks clumsily into Eunseok's bony shoulder. "Wanna be good for you."

Eunseok kisses him again, a peck on the lips that leaves Sohee gasping for more. He knows exactly how Sohee usually likes to be kissed–fast, deep and wet, exactly the way Seunghan kisses whenever he gets overexcited and just can't help himself. But Sohee doesn't come to Eunseok for fast. He comes to Eunseok to be strung out, to forget all of his displeasures in the way Eunseok takes control, to lose himself in whatever way Eunseok wants him to. Eunseok wants to deny Sohee of the petty pleasures for now so he can repay him threefold later on. Seunghan, however, has never denied Sohee a thing in his life.

Sohee lets out a noise between a squeal and a grunt as Eunseok suddenly shoves his head back down to the pillow, bent over and exposed. Eunseok can see everything like this, like the way Sohee's thighs quiver, or how his dick twitches in excitement, or how his hole clenches in anticipation. He barely even struggles against his bindings, willing and compliant to every one of Eunseok's whims. Eunseok rubs his palms against Sohee's ass, perky and perfectly sized for his hands, and gives it a squeeze just to watch Sohee press his thighs together in embarrassment.

"Look how far you've fallen," Eunseok coos in mock-pity, tracing a finger against Sohee's entrance to hear him gasp. "You want this, don't you, you pervert? What do you think everybody would say, seeing you like this?" He bares his teeth to sink them into the soft flesh of Sohee's ass, drawing out a muffled groan. "The mighty Lord of Darkness, begging to be owned by the man he orphaned twenty years ago. For shame."

He spanks him right over the spot that he bit. He watches his own handprint bloom on pale skin, bright red and hot to the touch, and he lightly grazes his fingertips over it before he's reeling his hand back to spank him again, and again, and again. Sohee lets out a sob into the pillow, his hips torn between pressing back, silently begging for more, or rutting forward for some relief.

Eunseok is so hard. He's so fucking hard, but he has to stay patient. Still, he leans down to press his mouth up against Sohee's ear, biting on the shell of it to watch it get even redder. "Say something," he whispers, watching the skin on Sohee's nape erupt in goosebumps. "Say you're sorry. Say you need me. Say you want to be my pet."

Sohee twists his face to the side, and Eunseok’s eyes soften in endearment. His eyes are wet, glazed over, tears clinging onto long, straight lashes. His cheeks are blotchy and red, his mouth and chin slick with drool. He runs a hand through Sohee's hair, petting him kindly. "Do you need a break, baby? Is this getting, uh, weird?"

It takes a second for Sohee to respond, blinking up at Eunseok dazedly. Eunseok reaches behind him, prepared to loosen up his bindings and fetch Sohee a glass of water, but Sohee interrupts him with a shake of his head.

"'m not," he rasps, voice hoarse and scratchy. Eunseok loves hearing him like this, the sound of his voice entirely unlike his usual bright and clear tenor. "'m not your pet, Blackshadow. Wouldn't succumb to-ah-a coward like you. Should just kill me if you're not gonna fuck me."

Ah, fuck. Sohee's perfect. Sohee's really, really perfect. Eunseok knows how eager Sohee is for his approval, how far he'd bend backwards just so Eunseok would pat his head and tell him he did a good job. He doesn't like to take advantage of it too much, but it's nice to have something for himself every once in a while. He wonders if he could bring a collar next time, and a leash. Or two, and have Seunghan join Sohee at Eunseok's knees. His two beautiful boys.

Eunseok presses a kiss to Sohee's sweaty forehead, licking the salty taste off his lips before bending his head awkwardly to peck Sohee on the mouth–a sensation that Sohee chases but can't reach, arms bound and limbs too heavy with lust. Eunseok pushes him away before Sohee can strain his neck too much, massaging his nape with deft fingers before reaching into his bedside drawer to pull out a bottle of lube.

"Remember," he says, squeezing lube onto his fingers to warm it up. Seunghan doesn't mind it cold, but Sohee really does. "You asked for this."

"I know what I asked for," Sohee's voice is thick with want, with desire. Eunseok wants to bend back down and swallow it up, keep it all for himself. "Just give it to me already." Then, as an afterthought–"Please."

Eunseok chuckles again, warm with fondness. Positioning himself behind Sohee once again, he circles Sohee's entrance with slick fingers, eyes raking down his shivering body. Eunseok loves everything, all of him–his teeth, his neck, the moles all over his body. His fingers, which squeeze together into balled up fists behind his back, blunt nails digging crescent imprints into the flesh of his palms. Sohee's eyes, which squeeze shut once Eunseok slips a finger in, and his mouth, which drops open with a soundless moan once he quickly slips in another. His legs, his tender thighs. His voice, which pitches up into a whine when Eunseok drags his fingers out, then pushes them back in, forming a steady rhythm that has Sohee bucking his hips back for more.

He scissors his fingers, closing his eyes shut and pressing his forehead to Sohee's hips as he moans. Sohee’s tight and warm and silky-soft inside, like he always is. It's taken a lot of self control to not have touched himself until this point, but the way the vibration of Sohee's voice travels through his body straight to his dick makes him so hard it fucking hurts. He palms at himself through his sweats with his other hand, almost hissing at the relief of pressure against his cock. The back of his neck prickles with heat in his high-collar quarter zip, but he can't take it off without slipping his fingers out of Sohee first, so he ignores it for now.

"More," Sohee whimpers. "Please, more, give me more–"

Eunseok nods wordlessly, even though Sohee can't see him. He slips in another finger, pressing them against Sohee's walls, rubbing at his prostate until Sohee’s wailing, his voice wet with tears and his legs shaking with the effort of keeping his body up. Sohee’s legs push as wide as they can go, straining against the fabric still around his knees, stretching out the elastic of his shorts as his hands curl around nothing. He almost slips forward, his cock inches away from rutting against his sheets, until Eunseok perks him back up with a spank to his thigh that has Sohee fixing his posture. Eunseok does it again, again, until all he can hear in his ears is the echo of the slap of his skin, the high staccato of Sohee’s moans.

Eunseok could listen to him forever. But maybe another time. Right now, he needs Sohee as much as Sohee needs him. He spreads his fingers out once, twice, thrice, until Sohee’s sobbing out please, hyung, please, and Eunseok realises that he doesn’t have it in him to tell him off for slipping out of character anymore. He tilts his head forward, positioning himself right over where his fingers piston inside Sohee, and spits right over his hole.

Eunseok fucks his own saliva in until Sohee’s moans turn into hiccups, his shoulders shaking as he clenches around Eunseok’s fingers. Eunseok pauses.

“Are you okay?” he asks, leaning his head to the side to check on Sohee. “Was hyung too mean?”

Sohee turns his head to him, sniffing. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, his lips pink and slick and pouty. Eunseok trails his eyes down to his stomach, exposed from where his shirt has ridden up, and then to his cock, angry red and dripping with cum onto his sheets.

Eunseok’s chest squeezes, brows pinching together with affection. “Oh, baby.”

“Hyung,” Sohee turns his eyes up to him and Eunseok wipes tears from his eyes with his thumb. He looks like a baby bird like this. Eunseok would be his bird mommy, but that’d be a little too fucked up for him. “Hyung, please, kiss.”

Eunseok gives in easily, easing Sohee onto his back. His shirt is covered in cum on the inside, smearing over his tummy, and Eunseok carefully folds the mess in on itself so it doesn’t stick onto Sohee’s skin. Then he leans down to kiss him, teeth grazing gently on Sohee’s plump bottom lip, his mouth warm and hungry and inviting.

Sohee sighs contentedly, lashes fluttering as he chases the warmth of Eunseok’s mouth, tongue slipping past the seam of his lips to meet Eunseok’s. When they part, their lips are connected by a string of spit, which Eunseok wipes off for him.

“Did you want to end it here?” He strokes Sohee’s face with the back of his clean(er) hand, searching Sohee’s eyes and only finding warmth in return. “I’ll roll you over and untie you.”

Sohee shakes his head frantically. His voice comes out slurred. “Still want you, hyung. Want you to fuck me.”

Eunseko pauses. “Are you sure? You aren’t too tired?”

A smile spreads across Sohee’s lips, light and teasing, even though everything about him screams fucked-out and blissful. “Didn’t you say you were gonna–what was it–fuck the evil out of me? What happened to that?”

Eunseok smirks, pressing his forehead into Sohee’s chest and breathing in the smell of his sweat. “You’re such a brat, seriously.”

“Thought I was s’posed to be your-ah-pet,” he says, squirming when Eunseok’s hand trails back down to stroke his sensitive inner thighs, lightly fisting around his cock to milk anything left in him. “Thought you were gonna-ngh-purge the evil from my bloodline with your seed, or something.”

Eunseok barks out a laugh, straightening himself to deliver another smack to the meaty side of Sohee’s thigh. “Okay, no. You just made that up by yourself. I think you’re more into this than I am.”

Well, no. That’s impossible. Eunseok’s had dreams about being Blackshadow and saving Alstrotham by night (which is NOTHING like Gotham, thank you), lurking in the shadows to take out the bad guys. Sohee’s just gotten here, and he barely even knows what the Lord of Shadows does besides getting pounded and rawed by his arch-nemesis.

Eunseok flips Sohee back onto his stomach, hooking his arm around his midriff to raise his hips back up. He finally rips his sweater off before he suffers from self-inflicted heatstroke, leaving his shirt on because it’d be too embarrassing to be the only one with his shirt off. He uncaps the lube, tossed aside during the Before Times (as in, before Eunseok knew he was gonna for sure get his dick wet), and slicks himself up with a little extra lube because Sohee likes it wet. He’s still surprisingly at full-mast. Or maybe it’s not that surprising. This is Sohee, after all.

“Not gonna last long,” he warns, slipping his slick fingers back into Sohee just to make sure he didn’t get any tighter in the two minutes he’s had nothing inside of him. Sohee yelps–from behind, Eunseok can see his ears flushing. “I’ve been so fucking hard this whole time, babe.”

“Do it inside,” Sohee says, wriggling his hips as Eunseok lines himself up to his entrance. “Please, Blackshadow, inside.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eunseok leans back down, hovering over Sohee’s back as he grabs him by the nape of his neck. “You want me to cum inside? You want me to knock you up?”

“Ye-es,” Sohee cries as Eunseok pushes himself in, inch by inch, stretching him out. If Sohee had an engine, it’d be purring. “God, yes, hyung-”

Eunseok’s breath stutters as he bottoms out and Sohee clenches around him. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and count to ten before he drags himself out slowly, almost to the tip, and then pushes back in at the same pace. “Bet you do. Bet you want me to fill you full, knock you up.”

He catches Sohee’s eyes rolling before they slip shut, mouth parted as Eunseok picks up his pace, punching out little moans with each thrust. “You’d look so cute, pet,” he says, breathless with exertion and the sheer power of nerdy horniness. “Dripping with me, wanting it to take, begging for my cum.”

Sohee bites down hard on his bottom lip, and Eunseok’s hips stutter as he catches sight of cute little canine teeth. Maybe there’s more to the Lord of Darkness lore than he thought. Next time he’ll pitch the idea of the Lord of Darkness being some kind of evil vampire lord necromancer, like Strahd but way hotter and sexier and cooler. And they could invite Seunghan, and Eunseok could watch Sohee feed on him. Preferably from his penis. Cum vampire?

Eunseok grabs Sohee by his arms as he picks up the pace, already close. It’s overwhelming, everything at once–the sound of Sohee’s voice in his ears, skin against skin, his own panting and moaning and the slick noise of his dick inside of Sohee. He feels something against his wrist and looks down, seeing Sohee’s fingers desperately trying to grab onto anything they can, and intertwines them with his own fingers.

Lovely. Sohee’s so lovely, the way he pushes his hips back despite whining in oversensitivity. How he let Eunseok fuck him, begged Eunseok to fuck him, even though he’s already got cum coating his stomach. How he wants Eunseok to fill him up. Knock him up. Purge the evil from his bloodline. Sohee’s really getting the hang of this.

He fucks Sohee rough and fast, fingers digging into the slim dip of his waist, chasing his own relief as he runs his hands across Sohee’s reddened skin. Sohee’s thighs begin to slip, and Eunseok hooks an arm around his sticky midriff, holding onto his headboard to try to support the both of them with his own noodle arms. Sohee’s cock rubs against the sheets, evident in the hitch of his breath.

“So good for me,” Eunseok pants, biting down on his lip as he approaches orgasm. “So fucking-ah-pretty, Sohee, so good, gonna look so good full of my cum, fuck-”

“Do it,” Sohee babbles, his limbs limp with exhaustion. “Cum in me, hyung, come on, come on-”

Eunseok stills with a groan, tipping forward to knock his forehead into Sohee’s shoulder blade as he spills into him. His hips stutter as he milks himself dry, all into Sohee, all for Sohee.

Sohee whines when he pulls out, his cum dripping out and running down his thighs, down the seam of his balls. Eunseok rolls him onto his back, gentle this time, before he’s crawling backwards to take Sohee into his mouth in one smooth motion.

“Christ–hyung–still sensitive,” Sohee hiccups, neither resisting nor tearing his eyes away from Eunseok’s even once. His thighs quiver around Eunseok’s head, and Eunseok rubs a finger against his hole just to lightly fuck the cum back in. Eunseok hollows his cheeks, bobbing his head and tonguing at Sohee’s tip, his brain already fuzzy from the salty taste of Sohee on his tongue. Eunseok lowers himself down to the base of Sohee’s dick, nosing at his pubes, and swallows around him until Sohee throws his head back, cumming with a shout.

There isn’t much left for Eunseok, but he takes whatever he can get. Eunseok pulls off of him, swallowing as he sits up, and wipes the back of his mouth clean.

He collapses beside Sohee, the both of them panting. After a moment, he sits back up again. “Gotta untie you now, Sohee.”

Sohee nods tiredly, eyes already slipping shut. He allows Eunseok to manhandle him again, untying him with careful hands. Sohee’s arms flop to his side, and Eunseok gently massages the sides of his neck and right between his shoulder blades. The skin on his arms is red from when he strained against his bindings. Sohee rolls himself back to face the ceiling, one arm thrown over his sweaty forehead, and Eunseok carefully raises the other one to press a kiss to his knuckles.

He lays himself down next to Sohee. He should get up, fetch the both of them some water or a towel or at least a change of clothes. But he’s exhausted, and his eyes are strained from looking at the computer for too long, so he takes a moment to slip his eyes shut and simply breathe.

“My arms are numb,” Sohee says after a moment of respite. “They’re tingly.”

“That’ll happen,” Eunseok replies.

“I like it,” Sohee’s words slur with drowsiness. Oh, wait, Eunseok’s got a water bottle on his nightstand. He pats around for it blindly before finally grabbing it and helping Sohee sit up, feeding the straw of the bottle to his lips and wordlessly telling him to drink.

Sohee gulps the water down greedily, and when he’s done, Eunseok unscrews the bottle top and downs the rest. And then, just because he’s nice, he wipes Sohee’s stomach down with his tie (it’s not real silk, it was nine dollars) before throwing it into some random corner of the room. Pulls his pants up, too, so he’s not just Pooh-bearing it. “And what about Blackshadow?”

“I like him too.” Eunseok shuffles himself around to let Sohee lean against his chest. “Maybe we can bring him back next time. If you want to. You just gotta help me out with what I’m supposed to say beforehand.”

Eunseok mentally fistpumps. To Sohee, however, he just shrugs. “It’s whatever, really. We can bring him back if you really want to.”

Sohee hums. “You already have new roleplay ideas, don’t you?”

“Oh, tons.”