98: Epilogue Part 2: The Worst

Stephen suppressed a grin when Inho froze. “What? Are you hurt somewhere?” Inho asked, worried. “What happened?” He immediately started untying the ropes with deft hands. Then he moved back to give Stephen room to breathe.

Stephen took the opportunity to grab Inho by the hips and knock him into the sheets, where he landed with a startled yelp. “What are you doing?” He demanded, but Stephen was making it very clear what he was doing– he pressed Inho’s knees up towards his chest. Inho as a dom was cute and all, but his little show was simply unbearable to just watch. Stephen would never say it, but he was desperate, and with an animal moan of satisfaction, drove himself deep inside.

Inho was the one gasping now, “You– Ugh, ah! You are the worst! The worst sub!”

Stephen laughed and bent to kiss him. Inho wouldn’t stay mad for long. Already, he was clinging onto Stephen, trying to pull him down to kiss again. Stephen gripped Inho's jaw tightly, kissing him, sucking his lower lip between his teeth, and pulling away, so Inho would have to raise up in the air or risk a bloody mouth.

Stephen finally let go and Inho fell back with another annoyed glare. “And, you,” Stephen drifted his fingers over the leather harness on Inho’s chest, his hips still pumping. “Are not a very good Dom, if we’re being honest.” He teased Inho’s already-hard nipples till they were red and swollen and Inho’s body twitched, as though unsure if he wanted to squirm away, or bear down on what was piercing him down below.

He slowed his rhythm, studying Inho’s reactions as he pounded into him with slow deep strokes, pausing only to guide Inho, who was now delightfully obedient, onto his knees and elbows. He curled his fingers under the leather encircling Inho’s torso, then slipped into him once more and sped up, using the harness as leverage to pull Inho even deeper onto his cock. Inho cried out, and Stephen could hardly handle the sound. “I like this harness on you,” he said breathlessly, climax was drawing near all too soon, “And I like you better under me, than teasing me with this slutty ass.” He slapped Inho’s buttocks hard, then gripped them roughly, revenge for the punishment he’d received earlier, if only in part.

Inho mumbled something unintelligible in response, too cock-drunk to speak clearly, and Stephen yanked on the harness, pulling him upright, so his back pressed to Stephen’s chest. “What was that?” he growled into Inho’s ear before sucking a bruise onto his neck.

“I said,” Inho shouted this time, “Fuck me like you hate me– I’ve got class in a few hours!”

“Hmmm, if you can think about the time, I must not be going hard enough,” He shoved Inho back down, mounting his weight on top. Inho wriggled happily under him, and Stephen slid his hand between Inho’s legs, jerking him off. “You want me to mess you up huh?”

“Yeah, Ahhh..!”

“I can do that,” Stephen could tell that Inho was close now too, from the way he was whimpering, breathy and desperate. “Ugh, it feels so good inside you. I’m gonna–” As if on cue, Inho started to shudder under him, gushing hot and thick into his hand. His moans pushed Stephen over the edge as well, and he poured himself into Inho’s guts.

An hour later, they lay warm and washed up, snuggling in the late morning sun flooding Inho’s apartment. Stephen gazed idly at the canopy of trailing vines above them. Inho had absolutely destroyed his ceiling with hooks to hold his hanging jungle, and the room was more plant than living space now.

Inho rubbed his face on Stephen’s pec, then settled his fluffy head with a beatific smile. He was lovely. Stephen ruffled his hair gently, and Inho’s smile widened. “You have class this afternoon right?” Stephen asked.

Inho’s smile dropped a hint, and he pawed around for his phone “Yeah, I should probably leave soon if I’m going to catch the train there.”

Stephen pulled him back to his chest, “Stay with me longer. Just take my car.”

“Yeah?” Inho looked surprised, “You’re okay with that? It’s a long drive there.”

“Of course. Just drop me at home before you head out.” Stephen kissed the top of his head. “And come to my place after.” He scrubbed his cheek against Inho’s scalp. “Why do you have school on a Saturday? Sounds fake. Are you being scammed? You should stay here with me instead.”

Inho rolled his eyes, they’d been over this. “It’s fine, the other time slots filled up super fast, and I got stuck with this one. I’m just lucky I got in at all; it’s a mandatory class for everyone, and the instructor for the next semester is supposed to be shit.”

Stephen grumbled. Two months had passed since they’d returned to Canada from Seoul, and Inho was starting his first semester at the university in Stephen’s horrible hometown. At least he wasn’t moving there– Stephen secretly plotted to make the commute easy for him as often as possible to avoid the possibility. Inho refused to buy a car, not when there was a perfectly good railroad connecting the cities.

“Don’t pout,” Inho soothed him, “I’ll sleep over tonight. If it’s nice tomorrow we can take Bulgogi on a hike.”

Stephen nodded, appeased. Bulgogi was the floppy chocolate lab puppy he’d adopted while they were broken up. (Inho still teased him relentlessly for naming the dog after the Korean dish Inho had cooked for him in a fit of broken-hearted yearning.)

Bulgogi was probably chewing through the drywall at his place right now. He’d been gone for a few hours. But it was fine, Chris said he’d check in on him at noon. He wrapped his arm around his lover, and called naptime to order. They drifted to sleep cuddled together in a sunbeam, with the soft chirp of chickadee song drifting in on a cool breeze from the window.