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Baek Saheon doesn't feel a strand of guilt. He's going to do it. He's only got one days left before he enters an assigned C-class Darkness. The manual explained it was another negotiating Darkness. It has a high survival rate, yet it is still dangerous if you take the wrong path.
What's the point?
Simple, you'd acquire rare items. Healing potions, ability strengtheners, mental upgrades... It's a recommended Darkness for rookies. Currently, Baek Saheon is the first to be assigned.
So, yes. He did buy a shady drug off the market said to help with persuasion. Ignoring the comments talking about an 'obvious scam'.
You never know until you try it. He's willing to try anything to get those bonus items he'd heard about in the office. It had been whispered from ear to ear until it reached him. Now he's tempted.
With confidence, he walks towards the kitchen. His shoes are still on. Just having arrived from the location where the drug was gonna be stored. A slightly wet purse along the riverside.
Kim Soleum doesn't look up from where he'd been watching those childish cartoons with Braun.
Good.
He swiftly takes two glasses, pours tap water, and takes out some of that old cherry syrup that's been dusting inside a kitchen cabinet. Careful not to draw too much attention.
He pours quite a lot of syrup into the glass. No time to waste. If Kim Soleum fully acknowledges his presence, he'll just leave for his room with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. He can't let his only chance of handing it to him go to waste.
Baek Saheon didn't have an ounce of hesitation before he bit open the packet, whilst closing the syrup bottle in vain.
He disregards that, taking a glance behind him only to tense up for a second. It's Braun. His pearly black eyes stare at him from where he sits next to his target, Kim Soleum.
'That lunatic and his creepy ass doll,' Baek Saheon can't help but click his tongue in annoyance. That tends to happen whenever he thinks a bit too hard about Kim Soleum. Whatever, right now he's just got to suck it up for now.
"Hey."
He hears a shameless sigh as the TV quiets down.
"Come here for a second." Baek Saheon adds before he can slip away inside his room.
A sluggish, tall figure walks up to him, scratching his head. "What happened to formal speech?"
Baek Saheon slides the glasses onto the table. "We're not at work now, are we?"
It's a bold statement, considering the difference in power. Yet, Baek Saheon can't help but feel a bit superior now. He'd thought about it for a while now. Conclusion: this night is going to be awesome. The one time he can safely order him around. At least that's what he expects from the persuasion drug.
"Although..." He looks him up and down. White button-up with Braun tucked in neatly, ironed pants. Only his black blazer is disregarded. He's been an hour from work already and still hasn't changed out of his clothes?
Kim Soleum raises his eyebrows at his attitude. "Lazy." He leans curiously over the counter, looking skeptically at the pink-like liquid.
"Agent Choi told me to pass you this. It's a recipe." He doesn't further share. He's got backup lies of course. But for now, he needs to make it seem casual. Normal.
He made sure to slide the glass in his right hand over to Kim Soleum, the one with the drug mixed in it.
The description states that the effects last for about an hour. It does kick in pretty soon. That would be convenient when answering questions like it's an interview. To be sure, what's better than to try it out on his psycho roommate? He won't suspect a thing. Baek Saheon has got it all planned out already.
Baek Saheon knows he won't trust it if it came from him. So he'll use Agent Choi's name to make sure his plan goes through. Sorry, not sorry!
Kim Soleum points at the drink with a doubtful expression, "You made this?" His phone makes a 'clang' sound as i t hits the marble counter.
"...On behalf of Choi's orders, yes." Baek Saheon glances nervously at his own glass, a tint of darker pink, barely visible to the naked eye.
A pause.
"So what's it do?" His hand is already placed on the glass, swishing around the liquid.
"We'll find out, won't we?"
Just before the rim touches his lips, he stops.
"We?"
"Why do you think you're the only one with that privilege? Whatever he gives you, I'm sure I can get a taste."
One disgusted look at Saheon is all it takes before he downs his drink. Baek Saheon grins against his glass.
He watches how Soleum's throat bobs up and down. A streak of cherry juice runs out of the corner of his lips, down his chin. Eventually sliding across his neck
Saheon follows it with his eyes, before deciding to try his hard-earned drink himself.
Uurck
Resisting the urge to spit, he swallows the sugary beverage against his will.
The grin quickly turns into a grimace. Though the look on Soleum's face is something worth laughing at.
Kim Soleum takes a step back, "Dude, what the fuck did you do?!"
Without wasting a second, he rinses off the remaining cherry syrup and pours in the tap water, drinking like a starved man in the desert.
All while sparing Saheon a nasty look.
“I did what I was told! Don't blame me…” though Saheon fully understands. Way too much sugar. While waiting for possible effects, he walks back towards the entrance.
He feels Soleum's gaze bore into the back of his head as he removes his shoes. A black jacket gets placed next to a similar one on a rack.
As he stalks back to Soleum, he disregards his eyepatch, comfortable enough to let his boring roommate see.
The last thing he cared about was his opinion.
Soleum takes another sip of his water as Saheon settles next to him.
Saheon can't wait. He's going to test the waters with his bluntness.
“So I'll tell my supervisor it's tasty.”
Soleum drops his glass in the sink. “Don’t?”
A nervous chuckle croaks out. “He'll appreciate it, won't he?”
“Will he?”
Answering questions with questions. Nobody's willing to give in. Soleum turns around to fully face him.
He isn't done, “Why should you tell him?”
“I'll put in a good word for you, if that's what you want.” Saheon shurgs innocently. He leans back against the counter.
Soleum sucks his teeth, he adjusts himself so that he's face to face with him.
“I don't want that.”
“Do I look like I care?”
A dangerous sentence. He feels a thrill he hasn't felt anymore lately.
Barely noticeable, but Soleum is closer than before. Chests touching, as if fighting for whose the strongest.
Silence.
Both stare at each other. Time stands still.
Waiting for the other to act.
The moment shatters as Soleum quietly replies.
“That's mean.”
Saheon smirks. He'd be long dead by now if Soleum were sober. It might just be working. With a newfound confidence, he adds.
“Deal with it.”
A twitch in Soleum's mocking smile.
Hands sneakily cage Baek Saheon against the counter.
Then.
Very quietly.
In the dimly lit room.
“...What are you doing to me?”
…
What?
Is this what it means to be winning?
“Heh… I'm not doing anything, Kim Soleum, sir.”
A blatant lie. Whatever. As long as he can get Kim Soleum in the palm of his hand, even for one night.
The expression on his face. It pools down his stomach.
Kim fucking Soleum licks his lips as he’s straight daggers into Saheon's.
If this is the result of the drug, Baek Saheon shall take this for granted. He won't let this precious item go to waste. ‘A scam, my ass.’
“Yeah?” He furrows his eyebrows and looks up at him so expectantly.
A thought swifts by, how could this deranged man looks so damn good when he's being normal?
His voice so sexy. If he weren't such a psycho, Baek Saheon might've fallen for his charms.
Then he feels it.
Soleum's hands trail up his body. Trying to distract Saheon from the knee finding its way between his legs.
Saheon's own hands glide up Kim Soleum's body until they reach his chest pocket.
Kim Soleum doesn't seem to realise Braun is being pulled out by his untrustworthy roommate. He's too busy looking at him with those dazed eyes. Those dark orbs occasionally dart down to his lips.
In one swift movement, he puts the pink bunny away at arm's length, turned around so Braun can't look at the mess that he's currently trapped in.
Kim Soleum doesn't seem to accept that. A firm grip on his chin makes him turn back to him.
And finally—
Mouths connect. Teeth clash within that same second.
A hint of cherry.
The kiss is rough. There's no direction. No lead.
Not until Soleum pushes his tongue between his lips. Baek Saheon has no power to reject. He reluctantly opens his mouth, allowing him to explore.
It's hot.
Baek Saheon can't help but moan into the kiss. Causing Soleum to further push into him. He leans back. His arms steady themselves on the counter.
Soleum follows.
This is far too different from the psychopathic roommate he got to know on the train.
The perfectionist coworker. With a too kind reputation. The famous wonder rookie, making out with Baek Saheon of all people.
His eyes subconsciously dart open. Suddenly, they widen as he's staring straight into dark, bedroom eyes, filled with a profound hunger he'd never even imagine seeing him with.
Soleum's face is flushed, and those long bangs stick to his forehead. Panting and sweating. It's disgusting coming from Soleum. And yet, Saheon thinks he looks ridiculously good.
Kim Soleum takes the moment for granted. He pushes him against the counter, his knee rubbing against Saheon's hardening cock.
"Haa..."
'It's too much.'
Both pant as they retreat. Soleum bumps their forehead together. His hands tease from where they'd found a silver of exposed stomach. Thumbs occasionally dip down the hem of his pants.
"...You drive me crazy."
A perfect opportunity for teasing.
He smirks.
"Oh, ye—mmh"
Soleum presses his lips against his, shutting him up. Only this time, it's slower. Gentle. No tongues fighting for dominance.
Kim Soleum's hand slides up his chest, his palm intentionally grazing his nipple covered by a loose shirt before finding its way to his cheek. Carressing him like he's fragile.
Seeing Soleum being so dependent on him, that superior feeling of finally belittling Kim Soleum, it went straight to his dick.
He feels himself getting wet in his pants. Though he'd never admit it sober. Now is a good time to act on it. So he does.
His hands settle in the nape of his neck, tilting his head to further deepen the kiss.
Saheon's bottom lip gets caught between teeth. So he pulls away, then pushes his tongue back in. He doesn't need that. He needs to be the one to lead.
With a lack of self-respect, Kim Soleum allows himself to be dominated.
It goes on like that for another minute. Mixed saliva drools down their chins as their tongues collide. Instead of just letting it be, Kim Soleum catches it. His tongue licks up a streak on his neck. All while rubbing his knee up to him in circles.
Baek Saheon shudders at the feeling. "Fuck..."
Kim Soleum takes this as an invitation as he nuzzles his face carefully in the crook of his neck. Hot breath fans over him, making it hard to think.
Soleum grinds his hips up against him like some horny animal. And—
"Saheon…"
Fucking whines.
His teeth graze his skin. Hovering just above, as if asking for permission.
Unfortunately, Baek Saheon isn't immune. He wishes he could just watch him fall apart, but alas, he's part of this now, too.
Every push on his dick sends shivers down his spine. His head rolls back in pleasure. Biting back a moan threatening to escape.
A wet squelch on his pulse point.
He gasps.
Damp hair tickles his neck. Though his focus is on the rows of teeth nibbling his skin. Sucking on the same spot.
He thought it would hurt. Turns out it's just another stimulation for his pleasure.
Hands touch him everywhere, like it's never enough. He wants more.
They slide up and down his sides. Lightly pressing underneath his ribcage. His own hand finds its way into Soleum's head. His nails lightly scrape along his scalp.
Soleum retreats with a connected string of saliva. The spot on his neck turns cold.
Saheon makes a sound. Barely audible. Yet Soleum catches it.
Smirking, wet lips trail up until they hover above his ear.
"Heh... You're hard." Like a secret, he whispers. Lightly pressing into him.
His hot breath against his skin with the rows of teeth teasing.
With a sigh, Saheon looks down to see Soleum's own hard on.
'Asshole.'
Ringgg
Saheon's hand playing in his hair pauses. He pushes a finger to Soleum's mouth, shushing him before he could continue kissing him.
Saheon glances beside him. 'It's Soleum's phone.'
He turns back only to be met with those predator eyes. About to eat him alive. He can't help but feel a tick of nervousness under that gaze.
And it's true. Still looking at him, Soleum's hands snake up his arm until they reach the wrist that's placed on his mouth.
Those shiny, plump lips open up. Revealing a welcoming tongue wrapping around his finger.
It's hot and wet.
His lips wrap around his finger like a popsicle. Pale hands lead his wrist further in.
Saheon can't help smiling at the sight. Watching Kim Soleum act this desperately. It's more than what he'd expected from the drug.
He's breaking.
Just from one finger. It's fun to watch. But his cock is still throbbing in his pants. If he wants to suck on something so badly. Saheon might just allow it.
He forcefully retreats his finger. Scraping along the rows of teeth in the act.
Now's a good time to test if he can just...command him.
"Silence it."
The phone.
It's vibrating on the marble counter, the ringing sound annoying him now that his senses are returning.
Reluctantly Kim Soleum retreats. A sad look carries his handsome face. Saheon wants to laugh.
The heat on his body is gone. Finally, a moment to catch his breath, trying not to move too much against his pants.
He looks down to be met with a slight wet spot.
All he can do is sigh.
The ringing stops.
"Aren't you hot?"
"What?"
He looks back to see Soleum's slender figure stalking back to him. His hands unbuttoning his dress shirt at the top.
"Take off your shirt..."
Outstretched arms pull up Saheon's shirt. Hidden abs. Fat in the right places. Sun-kissed skin.
A blink.
Saheon's shirt is on the ground. He looks back at Kim Soleum who's busying himself taking off his own shirt.
The final button opens, revealing solid abs through pale, flawless skin. Unexpectedly to Saheon, he's got muscle. In his arms, belly, and probably all around.
His cock twitches.
Soleum isn't the only hungry one.
He's about to undo his tie when Saheon grabs it, pulling him in.
“No.”
Soleum steadies himself against the counter, pinning Saheon along with him. He watches him bite his lips. ‘He's absolutely drooling’, Saheon realised.
Lips cover his Adam's apple. One of his hands slides up to his nipple, teasing and flicking it.
The other rides down to his waist pulling him in as his lips trail down.
Light, wet pecks cover his body. It's sweet. So innocent.
Never in a million years would Saheon ever thought he'd get to see this side of him.
His eyes look straight into Saheon's as he slowly gets down to his knees.
His muscles tense as his wet tongue sucks all over his body.
One last kiss on his V-line, and he stops. He reaches his waistband. Both look at each other.
Silence.
Waist in Soleum's face. Hands carry it like a Greek sculpture. Weak like porcelain.
Baek Saheon hates it.
He wants to fuck his throat until it splits. See him squirm underneath him. Watching as he begs to stop— or for more. He doesn't care.
He wants his facade to fade. Let him drown in pleasure.
Remind him who has got him acting like this.
Soleum's hands fiddle with his waistband, ready to pull it down. His eyes ride up his body, back to Saheon's.
Baek Saheon can't help grabbing his chin for dominance. Pressing his thumb against his lips.
Hot breath fans his digit.
“...Please.”
Goddamnit.
His cock aches. Awaiting to be touched. Who was he to refuse that filthy mouth. Always spewing insults at him, acting like he's stupid. Now it's begging for his dick.
Saheon drops his chin and leans back. Watching impatiently as Soleum takes it upon himself to remove his pants and boxers.
They pool down until they reach his ankles.
Soleum gasps when he faces a red, throbbing dick leaking pre-cum.
Saheon watches from above. The sight of Soleum kneeling before him, ready to take him in was enough to make him come.
He'd love to grab a phone, take a picture, and keep it as jerk-off material. But an ounce of dignity left in him tells him no.
He hisses as Soleum's tongue touches his tip. Teasing it. Rubbing circles.
A thought occurred in Saheon's mind. ‘Has he done this before?’
The thought quickly flies away as Soleum's mouth fully wraps around him. Slowly taking him in further and further. All while looking at him with those fluttering eyelashes and puppy eyes.
He moans around his dick. The sweet squelches and slurping sounds echo through the room.
Kim Soleum takes his time. Making sure every centimeter of his dick is covered with his saliva. One wet hand jerks him off while his mouth is working around the end.
Occasionally glancing at Saheon while his lips press together around him.
“Fuck…”
With half a mind, Saheon tilts his head. He watches as one of Soleum's hands palms himself over his pants.
Getting caught, Soleum moans even more. His movements turn faster.
Saheon tucks onto a handful of hair, making him pop off his dick. A string of spit mixed with pre-cum lingers.
Teary-eyed, he looks up at him.
Saheon grabs his own dick with one hand, tapping it a few times on his open lips.
“Did I say you could do that?”
Instead of replying, Kim Soleum sticks out his tongue. Giving his dick a few kitty licks.
Saheon furrows his eyebrows. He's at his breaking point.
He bends down enough to get a hold on his tie before tucking it forward.
“Mmhf—?”
Soleum's eyes widen. He can see himself as an outline in Soleum's throat.
Tears prick the poor guy's eyes as he chokes on a leaking cock. One hand tugs blatently on his hair. Which doesn't seem to be a problem for Kim Soleum as he continues moaning all around him.
His jaw locked.
Saheon shamelessly throatfucks him. Slamming into him to further reach his climax. Nails dig in the back of his thighs for balance.
Even through this hell he's being put through, Soleum's hips thrust forward. Searching for friction at his own leaking dick.
Saheon watches Soleum's outline throb from where it's trapped inside those black sleaks. The one's he's supposed to be wearing to work again in a few hours.
Saheon's breathing becomes more ragged. Soleum notices, he grins around his cock.
With tears dripping down his face, he pulls out just as Saheon starts jerking himself off.
Skin slapping against skin. Moans and groans escape him before he can quiet down.
He bends forward, stroking as he sees Kim touch-starved Soleum still looking dangerously at him.
And he comes. With Kim Soleum's name lingering in the air.
When he gets by he's startled by his own mess.
He came all over Soleum's face. And he let him.
There's streaks of come across Soleum's face. His mouth is still agape. And it occurs to him. ‘He's still hard.’
Saheon can clean himself up later. He pulls up his pants, tucking in his softening dick.
Soleum gets back up from where his knees had been digging into the floor and wipes the most of his come-covered face. His hands quickly unbuckle his belt.
But Saheon’s back is already turned. Just as he's about to leave the mess to Soleum. He calls out his name.
“Wait!”
He turns. His eyes follow the movement around the waist. Soleum has got his dick in his hand, lightly stroking in the middle of the living room.
“...Stay?”
Open shirt. Pale body. Muscles moving at every stroke. Face red and sweaty. He's shivering. His eyes are still teary and desperate.
The sight is enough to make him drool. He takes a mental screenshot, promising himself to never forget this scene, and walks over to him.
His hand quickly finds itself on top of Soleum's. Both placed on a veiny dick.
Now it's Saheon's turn to tease. He hovers over his ears.
Soleum's hand pulls out from between his dick and Saheon's hand.
He whispers, “Why?”
It's laughable how Soleum's dick twitches immediately after the words leave his mouth. He couldn't even verbally reply.
The back of his hand covers his mouth, as if he's shy. Saheon chuckles teasingly in his ear.
He strokes up and down. Faster and faster. Watching how Soleum quivers and moans next to him.
He's got the power to fold him. He's the one in charge. One wrong move, and he can just decide what to do with him.
Saheon speeds up.
He feels sweaty arms wrap around his neck. Soleum's body tenses up. He burrows his face into the crook of Saheon's neck, biting back those soft moans. Hips thrust in his hand, practically begging for more.
Just as Soleum's about to cum, Saheon drops his hand.
He hears a loud whine coming from Soleum. But he ignores it. He had his fun.
A grin creeps up his face, ‘Deserved.’
He picks up his shirt that's been thrown across the floor, and without looking back, walks to his room.
Behind him he could hear his name being called out, aswell as those wet sounds and moans.
“Ahg…Saheon.”
The door closes.
The next morning, Saheon wakes up with a smile. Freshly dressed, he passes by the counter that hold lots of memories. Heat creeps up his face as he recalls yesterday's events.
He leans over to grab his ready mug of coffee, and notices the counter being clean.
Spotless.
Yesterday's sweaty handprints now invisible.
Eventually, the front door closes. Causing Kim Soleum to startle awake.
His pants unzipped, dress shirt open, with messed up sheets.
Red eyes with pink eyebags decide to check his phone.
What?
He's twenty minutes late to work. He doesn't need to check whether his clock is wrong, as he sees a few missed calles from yesterday up to today. Did he sleep through it?
He comes to work later at night in a hurry, but not before he'd change his wet, sweaty clothes. A few lectures and ‘I thought we lost you’s and he's back home. In a private state.
In the other room, Saheon catches himself with his hand down his pants.
He'd been debating whether or not to use the persuasive drug on the entity or not. In the end, he'd only had his fun with Kim Soleum and decided to stay loyal to that decision.
Saheon got his items, along with a hardening dick as he kept recalling the effects of the drug. Now he's been back home, masturbating once more to the thought of his doomed roommate, Kim Soleum.
Clueless Kim Soleum finally has a private chance to talk to Braun, as he was constantly pestered at work.
“Tell me, what happened?”
– I'm afraid I can't tell you. I certainly heard some thing.
‘Great,’ Soleum rolls his eyes as he undresses, placing Braun on his bed.
– But don't worry, friend! I didn't sense any immediate danger yesterday.
– You'll be fine!
Soleum doubts it. Did he drink when watching cartoons, it's a mystery as to how he even got to make those impulsive decisions.
“So, what did you hear?” Now in comfortable clothing, he takes Braun back, about to continue watching cartoons together.
– I'm sure that's a story for another day…