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title: A story of you and I
summary: Junmyeon doesn’t know what makes him follow this man out the back exit of the bar. He doesn’t even know this guy’s name. (i.e. mafia leader wyf -- codename kris -- and kim junmyeon -- barcrawling alias suho -- fuck in an alley, and I think about expanding plots and jotting down outlines while writing about junmyeon's orgasm face.)
word count: 2,584
a/n: I’m usually like. Head of the softie!wyf brigade, so writing dominant and aggressive yifan was super different for me haha. This also has the potential to be a like 4 part + epilogue type of story, but idk if I’ll ever get around to fleshing it out. I sort of wanted to sit on it until I had, but eh. Enjoy this porn; a larger story would maybe only have one other sex scene in it so idk if anyone would even care. Maybe I’ll add gratuitous plot to this later? It’s up in the air right now.
Also I didn’t plan on…writing normal fic until after I had posted my really long and really…weird…fic that’s coming at some point in the future. But, well, it’s really really really long and taking forever to write and you’ll probably see it in three years when no one cares anymore, so whatever. I mean barely anyone is going to see THIS because I don't remember how to share fic on lj anymore so *shrug*.
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Junmyeon doesn’t know what makes him follow this man out the back exit of the bar. He doesn’t even know this guy’s name.
(Said guy had been a flirt over drinks, escalating from him bumping shoulders with Junmyeon to a careful hand on Junmyeon’s hip as he whispered filthy promises in Junmyeon’s ear. Eventually Junmyeon was the one to layer his own hand carefully over the man’s and to whisper back, “Do you wanna get out of here?”)
“I’m Kris,” the guy murmurs, voice low and warm but stern, a second before he’s pressing his thigh between Junmyeon’s legs to grind against his dick. Junmyeon groans softly, as this Kris says, “Nice to meet you.”
Junmyeon ruts against his strong, muscular thigh. “Pleasure’s all mine,” he can’t help but say, sort of joking with what he’s been told by many a friend is a horrible sense of humor, despite the circumstances.
This man in particular pauses and genuinely quirks a little smile, actually amused. “Funny,” he replies, right before all but ripping open Junmyeon’s dress shirt, buttons be damned apparently. Junmyeon barely has a moment to breathe before he’s licking his way down Junmyeon’s chest, tongue circling a nipple as one of his admittedly large hands runs its way over Junmyeon’s abs. Junmyeon closes his eyes against the sensation, hand coming up to tangle itself in…Kris’s short black hair.
“Didn’t expect you to be ripped,” he mumbles against Junmyeon’s skin, hand on Junmyeon’s stomach dipping to carefully cup Junmyeon’s half hard dick through his jeans. Junmyeon hisses at the contact, and almost doesn’t hear the follow up: “And what would your name be?”
Junmyeon untangles his hand and opens his eyes again so he can look down at the other man as he carefully brushes black bangs out of the dark and fierce eyes looking up at him, so they can hold each other’s gaze. Junmyeon answers boldly, “Suho.”
Kris smirks, “Right,” before dropping abruptly to his knees. As he deftly undoes the button and zip of Junmyeon’s jeans, his hands then ending up gripping onto Junmyeon’s thighs for balance (or maybe just to make Junmyeon feel how powerful his grip is), Junmyeon’s hand slowly winds its way back to the back of his head.
Kris is really good at blowjobs, Junmyeon’s finding out a few seconds later. His mouth is small and tight and his tongue constantly circling and flicking against the head of his cock. He keeps his mouth hollowed so his teeth don’t graze Junmyeon, and slurps down all of his dick by the third bob of his head, not even gagging a little.
Junmyeon tries to watch him, but by the time he feels a giant hand venture off of one of his thighs (the other stays, a firm and unrelenting grasp) to continuously run soft but prodding strokes along the line of his perineum to his balls, Junmyeon shudders at the superficial massage to his prostate and gives in. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, Junmyeon grips at Kris’s hair and groans at how Kris flattens his tongue to trace a vein on the underside of his dick.
Eventually Junmyeon comes explosively, though silently, with his lips parted and his head still tilted back against the wall behind him. Kris, having ignored Junmyeon’s attempts to warn him (“I - god I’m - ” he had stuttered out, grip tightening exponentially is Kris’s hair. The other man had only lazily hummed at the way Junmyeon’s nails bit into his scalp) swallows dutifully before pulling off with a small popping sound of suction. Junmyeon hears it before he sees it, and he slowly blinks his eyes open as he looks down. To have someone kneeled before him, eyes burning with want and with their mouth red and bruised from being stretched around his cock…it’s something like a dream come true. Junmyeon isn’t sure how it’s possible to look so in control with come dribbling out the side of your mouth, but that power - it’s something Junmyeon wants a taste of, to bask in a little.
“Ready for act two?”
Junmyeon shudders as this tall handsome stranger - this mysterious Kris - stands and towers over him. Instead of answering, Junmyeon carefully reaches up and wipes the remaining come from the edge of Kris’s mouth. He’s not sure what he himself means by the gentle gesture, but something in Kris’s expression visibly melts before it molds into something entirely new.
He runs a hand down Junmyeon’s chest once, carefully, before saying lowly, “Turn around and bend over.”
Junmyeon does as he’s told and - jesus, he should. Should ask about a condom or something. But…
But Kris is unbuckling his belt and the zipper echoes in the alleyway as he undoes it. “You want rough, or…rough?”
What is even the difference between the two? Junmyeon sort of wants to be surprised. He braces his hands against the wall and looks over his shoulder in what he hopes is a somewhat smoldering, but definitely meaningful expression. His lips are parted again, as he catches a glance at Kris’s dick, hard and heavy and darkly swollen between his legs, and Junmyeon purposely arches his back a little more with a long, breathy exhale.
Kris laughs quietly to himself, “Have it your way then.” He spits unceremoniously into his hand and Junmyeon - god, he has to look away as Kris starts prepping him in the absolute bare minimum.
His fingers stretch him dirty and quick and Junmyeon is shaking but moaning so loudly and sordidly and pushing back on them. “M-more,” Junmyeon gets out, even though it hurts. He doesn’t want it like his usual, he wants to know the taste of pain this time. Maybe just this once, but this once for sure. Something about Kris screams dangerous and powerful, and Junmyeon wants to know.
Junmyeon never does this kind of thing. Not ever. But Kris soon enough - too soon, honestly - is lining the blunt tip of his cock up with Junmyeon’s asshole and slowly pushing in. And it burns but. But Junmyeon’s looking to lose a little control, right? It’s why he came out tonight to this seedy-ass bar and told this guy a fake name and followed him out his into this alleyway, right? He wanted to be not-Junmyeon, wanted to not have to be calculating and kind and constantly thinking and constantly put together. So as Kris thrusts in, kind enough to only take small increments deeper and deeper in with only spit for lube, Junmyeon finds some meaning in the pain.
“You like that?” Kris asks, and even though his voice is no longer warm it still settles like heat low in Junmyeon’s belly. “Suho.” The way he says the fake name lets Junmyeon know Kris knows it’s fake. But that’s alright, isn’t it? It just means Junmyeon can shudder at how Kris’s dick is stretching him wide open painfully and admit that he likes it this way every now and again.
“Come on,” Junmyeon whispers, and he can’t help goading. “Do you want to move or not?”
Kris chuckles. “You might regret trying to order me around.” His tone is amused but low, and it entices Junmyeon.
“Make me, then.”
He can’t see Kris’s face, but the way his large hands settle for a moment on the small of his back before each one grabs Junmyeon’s hips forcefully leaves the image of Kris’s eyes flashing dangerous and dark in his mind.
Instead of answering, Kris fully thrusts in with a quick and hard motion that leaves him flush against Junmyeon’s ass, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating in the air. Junmyeon gags a little, hands scrabbling against the brick wall as he tries to hold on.
“I want you to remember that you asked,” Kris murmurs as he slowly pulls out.
Junmyeon won’t back down either, even if he only is getting caught up in his own play-pretend of being this Suho character. “I did.”
Again, Kris doesn’t respond. He thrusts fully back in and makes Junmyeon gasp.
Kris fucks him hard and relentless while Junmyeon’s breath comes out raggedly and he occasionally yelps. It fucking hurts but Junmyeon can ground himself in the unadulterated pain. He already came before, from Kris blowing him, messy and wet in his tight mouth, but Junmyeon’s dick still twitches its vague interest at how surrendering this power up under Kris makes him feel.
“Is th - that it - ?” Junmyeon hiccups around thrusts that shake him so hard he feels like he’s splitting at the seams around Kris’s cock. He’s arching his back to give Kris a good angle to his thrusts, and moans at how Kris spreads his cheeks farther apart with his massive thumbs.
“You…” Kris murmurs, pulling Junmyeon back by the hips until Junmyeon is fully seated onto his dick. Then Kris is forcibly pressing up onto Junmyeon’s chest with a demanding hand, until he’s not bent over anymore but instead back to chest with Kris. He maneuvers them until Junmyeon is pressed up flat against the wall and then Kris up against Junmyeon. The brick threatens slight pricking pain again his dick, still twitching curiously, but Kris seems to be mindful of Junmyeon’s position. He’s pistoning in shorter, shallower, faster thrusts up into Junmyeon, fingers near-crushing on his hips.
Junmyeon’s grunting and every few thrusts manage to draw a strangled sort of shriek from him. He’s got enough presence of mind to grind down on Kris and meet him at every thrust in, and he reaches behind him to grab at Kris’s ass and pull him closer to him - deeper in. This new position means Junmyeon is tighter around him, and gravity’s pulling him farther down on Kris’s dick - Kris is groaning now, as he snaps his hips up and Junmyeon’s already meeting him halfway there. Junmyeon’s gasps are sounding a new kind of desperate with each thrust.
Kris hisses out a strained, breathy, “Fuck,” and leans in to bite down on Junmyeon’s shoulder as he pumps somehow even faster into Junmyeon.
It probably isn’t supposed to be part of the, admittedly, mostly unspoken plan, but Kris soon comes in Junmyeon. He moans, long and loud, gives a final thrust before Junmyeon’s feeling hot wetness spurting into him. And it’s so messed up but such a - a taboo feeling, that it’s got Junmyeon’s adrenaline going at miles per second and he throws his head back again (it thumps softly against Kris’s broad chest) and lets out a strangled groan of his own.
Junmyeon’s blinking away spots in his vision to realize he’s looking up at the night sky, and also at Kris’s face. Said face is sweaty but also looking contemplative. Content.
“Hold on,” Kris says, voice back to murmuring in a warm and familiar tone. He carefully extracts himself, and Junmyeon winces at how the crown of Kris’s dick catches as he pulls out. He’s sore as hell and going through his day tomorrow is going to be a challenge.
Junmyeon winces again, this time in surprise, as come drips excruciatingly slow out of him and down his thighs. But Kris, after presumably tucking himself back in his black slacks, is helping Junmyeon by pulling his own underwear and pants back up. The action is weirdly gentle and affectionate, especially in comparison to before.
Junmyeon feels like maybe he should say something, but he isn’t sure what. This is uncharted territory, the way Kris carefully maneuvers Junmyeon until his back is to the wall and they’re looking each other eye to eye.
“You,” Kris says, and this time Junmyeon can see how his eyes flash dark. “Are something else.”
And Junmyeon - well shit, his underwear is going to be ruined by the time he gets home because he’s leaking come, and jesus he’s just barebacked with essentially a stranger from a bar so he’s going to have to hit the clinic first thing tomorrow after work, and he’s sore and tired. But something in him drives him to look undeterred back at Kris, at this man who’s towering over him and has him trapped up against a wall, and say with all the confidence in the world, “I know.”
A smile flickers on Kris’s face before he stifles it and laughs softly. “You,” he murmurs as he reaches up to push Junmyeon’s white dress shirt further open, still unbuttoned from earlier. “Are something else.”
Kris leans in and kisses at a spot under Junmyeon’s collarbone, tongue swiping furiously at the skin and wetting it. As he pulls off with a pop (and Junmyeon’s just reminded about how Kris sucks cock in just about the same way), he pulls something out of his back pocket that catches the low light of the alley and flashes. “I like you.”
Junmyeon maybe would say something in response to that, but then Kris is delicately holding the skin under his collarbone taut with one hand and he brings the flashing thing up - it’s a small knife, Junmyeon realizes a little too late - and he begins to drag it very carefully and intentionally against Junmyeon’s skin.
Junmyeon hisses at the pain and doesn’t know where to look or what to do. He wants to push Kris away but he’s unarmed, and angering the guy with a knife seems like a good way to get stabbed to death. So he stays still and watches Kris work, looking extremely concentrated as he presses the blade almost feather-light against the skin. Something about this is so deliberate, that Junmyeon’s not afraid that Kris is really going to stab him.
With a small flick of his wrist, Kris is done mere moments later, and Junmyeon gasps as he leans back in and laps up the blood beading up from Junmyeon’s skin. There’s not a single part of either of them that’s being cautious tonight, between Kris swallowing Junmyeon’s come to them fucking without a condom…and now this. Junmyeon can’t tell if it’s them extending a strange type of trust to each other, or just them being impulsive and stupid. His head is woozy from all that’s happened tonight.
“That’s going to leave a mark,” Junmyeon finally says, voice faraway and weak-sounding, because it’s the only way he can think to cautiously and indirectly ask why?
Kris pulls back with a smirk as he echoes Junmyeon’s confidence and words and only says: “I know.”
With that, Kris runs tentative fingers along the line of Junmyeon’s new cut before smiling crookedly. “See you around,” he says, and then he steps back, nods, and walks away to disappear into the night.
It takes Junmyeon a long while to unstick himself from the wall, and then to try and fix looking so disheveled and fucked out so that the walk home isn’t as embarrassing. It’s a losing battle, but Junmyeon feels a little better with his hair patted down and his clothes readjusted. The cut stings, and the more Junmyeon thinks about that in particular the weirder it seems. But more pressing is the way he has to limp home, the walk painful because of the lasting burn between his legs.
It hurts and Junmyeon would never make a habit of it but… But somehow the pain grounds him, and he doesn’t dislike the constant reminder of what his night beget him. The pain is somehow exactly what he set out for this evening. Junmyeon hisses with every step and feels a little proud in how debauched he’s allowed himself to become tonight.
summary: Junmyeon doesn’t know what makes him follow this man out the back exit of the bar. He doesn’t even know this guy’s name. (i.e. mafia leader wyf -- codename kris -- and kim junmyeon -- barcrawling alias suho -- fuck in an alley, and I think about expanding plots and jotting down outlines while writing about junmyeon's orgasm face.)
word count: 2,584
a/n: I’m usually like. Head of the softie!wyf brigade, so writing dominant and aggressive yifan was super different for me haha. This also has the potential to be a like 4 part + epilogue type of story, but idk if I’ll ever get around to fleshing it out. I sort of wanted to sit on it until I had, but eh. Enjoy this porn; a larger story would maybe only have one other sex scene in it so idk if anyone would even care. Maybe I’ll add gratuitous plot to this later? It’s up in the air right now.
Also I didn’t plan on…writing normal fic until after I had posted my really long and really…weird…fic that’s coming at some point in the future. But, well, it’s really really really long and taking forever to write and you’ll probably see it in three years when no one cares anymore, so whatever. I mean barely anyone is going to see THIS because I don't remember how to share fic on lj anymore so *shrug*.
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Junmyeon doesn’t know what makes him follow this man out the back exit of the bar. He doesn’t even know this guy’s name.
(Said guy had been a flirt over drinks, escalating from him bumping shoulders with Junmyeon to a careful hand on Junmyeon’s hip as he whispered filthy promises in Junmyeon’s ear. Eventually Junmyeon was the one to layer his own hand carefully over the man’s and to whisper back, “Do you wanna get out of here?”)
“I’m Kris,” the guy murmurs, voice low and warm but stern, a second before he’s pressing his thigh between Junmyeon’s legs to grind against his dick. Junmyeon groans softly, as this Kris says, “Nice to meet you.”
Junmyeon ruts against his strong, muscular thigh. “Pleasure’s all mine,” he can’t help but say, sort of joking with what he’s been told by many a friend is a horrible sense of humor, despite the circumstances.
This man in particular pauses and genuinely quirks a little smile, actually amused. “Funny,” he replies, right before all but ripping open Junmyeon’s dress shirt, buttons be damned apparently. Junmyeon barely has a moment to breathe before he’s licking his way down Junmyeon’s chest, tongue circling a nipple as one of his admittedly large hands runs its way over Junmyeon’s abs. Junmyeon closes his eyes against the sensation, hand coming up to tangle itself in…Kris’s short black hair.
“Didn’t expect you to be ripped,” he mumbles against Junmyeon’s skin, hand on Junmyeon’s stomach dipping to carefully cup Junmyeon’s half hard dick through his jeans. Junmyeon hisses at the contact, and almost doesn’t hear the follow up: “And what would your name be?”
Junmyeon untangles his hand and opens his eyes again so he can look down at the other man as he carefully brushes black bangs out of the dark and fierce eyes looking up at him, so they can hold each other’s gaze. Junmyeon answers boldly, “Suho.”
Kris smirks, “Right,” before dropping abruptly to his knees. As he deftly undoes the button and zip of Junmyeon’s jeans, his hands then ending up gripping onto Junmyeon’s thighs for balance (or maybe just to make Junmyeon feel how powerful his grip is), Junmyeon’s hand slowly winds its way back to the back of his head.
Kris is really good at blowjobs, Junmyeon’s finding out a few seconds later. His mouth is small and tight and his tongue constantly circling and flicking against the head of his cock. He keeps his mouth hollowed so his teeth don’t graze Junmyeon, and slurps down all of his dick by the third bob of his head, not even gagging a little.
Junmyeon tries to watch him, but by the time he feels a giant hand venture off of one of his thighs (the other stays, a firm and unrelenting grasp) to continuously run soft but prodding strokes along the line of his perineum to his balls, Junmyeon shudders at the superficial massage to his prostate and gives in. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, Junmyeon grips at Kris’s hair and groans at how Kris flattens his tongue to trace a vein on the underside of his dick.
Eventually Junmyeon comes explosively, though silently, with his lips parted and his head still tilted back against the wall behind him. Kris, having ignored Junmyeon’s attempts to warn him (“I - god I’m - ” he had stuttered out, grip tightening exponentially is Kris’s hair. The other man had only lazily hummed at the way Junmyeon’s nails bit into his scalp) swallows dutifully before pulling off with a small popping sound of suction. Junmyeon hears it before he sees it, and he slowly blinks his eyes open as he looks down. To have someone kneeled before him, eyes burning with want and with their mouth red and bruised from being stretched around his cock…it’s something like a dream come true. Junmyeon isn’t sure how it’s possible to look so in control with come dribbling out the side of your mouth, but that power - it’s something Junmyeon wants a taste of, to bask in a little.
“Ready for act two?”
Junmyeon shudders as this tall handsome stranger - this mysterious Kris - stands and towers over him. Instead of answering, Junmyeon carefully reaches up and wipes the remaining come from the edge of Kris’s mouth. He’s not sure what he himself means by the gentle gesture, but something in Kris’s expression visibly melts before it molds into something entirely new.
He runs a hand down Junmyeon’s chest once, carefully, before saying lowly, “Turn around and bend over.”
Junmyeon does as he’s told and - jesus, he should. Should ask about a condom or something. But…
But Kris is unbuckling his belt and the zipper echoes in the alleyway as he undoes it. “You want rough, or…rough?”
What is even the difference between the two? Junmyeon sort of wants to be surprised. He braces his hands against the wall and looks over his shoulder in what he hopes is a somewhat smoldering, but definitely meaningful expression. His lips are parted again, as he catches a glance at Kris’s dick, hard and heavy and darkly swollen between his legs, and Junmyeon purposely arches his back a little more with a long, breathy exhale.
Kris laughs quietly to himself, “Have it your way then.” He spits unceremoniously into his hand and Junmyeon - god, he has to look away as Kris starts prepping him in the absolute bare minimum.
His fingers stretch him dirty and quick and Junmyeon is shaking but moaning so loudly and sordidly and pushing back on them. “M-more,” Junmyeon gets out, even though it hurts. He doesn’t want it like his usual, he wants to know the taste of pain this time. Maybe just this once, but this once for sure. Something about Kris screams dangerous and powerful, and Junmyeon wants to know.
Junmyeon never does this kind of thing. Not ever. But Kris soon enough - too soon, honestly - is lining the blunt tip of his cock up with Junmyeon’s asshole and slowly pushing in. And it burns but. But Junmyeon’s looking to lose a little control, right? It’s why he came out tonight to this seedy-ass bar and told this guy a fake name and followed him out his into this alleyway, right? He wanted to be not-Junmyeon, wanted to not have to be calculating and kind and constantly thinking and constantly put together. So as Kris thrusts in, kind enough to only take small increments deeper and deeper in with only spit for lube, Junmyeon finds some meaning in the pain.
“You like that?” Kris asks, and even though his voice is no longer warm it still settles like heat low in Junmyeon’s belly. “Suho.” The way he says the fake name lets Junmyeon know Kris knows it’s fake. But that’s alright, isn’t it? It just means Junmyeon can shudder at how Kris’s dick is stretching him wide open painfully and admit that he likes it this way every now and again.
“Come on,” Junmyeon whispers, and he can’t help goading. “Do you want to move or not?”
Kris chuckles. “You might regret trying to order me around.” His tone is amused but low, and it entices Junmyeon.
“Make me, then.”
He can’t see Kris’s face, but the way his large hands settle for a moment on the small of his back before each one grabs Junmyeon’s hips forcefully leaves the image of Kris’s eyes flashing dangerous and dark in his mind.
Instead of answering, Kris fully thrusts in with a quick and hard motion that leaves him flush against Junmyeon’s ass, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating in the air. Junmyeon gags a little, hands scrabbling against the brick wall as he tries to hold on.
“I want you to remember that you asked,” Kris murmurs as he slowly pulls out.
Junmyeon won’t back down either, even if he only is getting caught up in his own play-pretend of being this Suho character. “I did.”
Again, Kris doesn’t respond. He thrusts fully back in and makes Junmyeon gasp.
Kris fucks him hard and relentless while Junmyeon’s breath comes out raggedly and he occasionally yelps. It fucking hurts but Junmyeon can ground himself in the unadulterated pain. He already came before, from Kris blowing him, messy and wet in his tight mouth, but Junmyeon’s dick still twitches its vague interest at how surrendering this power up under Kris makes him feel.
“Is th - that it - ?” Junmyeon hiccups around thrusts that shake him so hard he feels like he’s splitting at the seams around Kris’s cock. He’s arching his back to give Kris a good angle to his thrusts, and moans at how Kris spreads his cheeks farther apart with his massive thumbs.
“You…” Kris murmurs, pulling Junmyeon back by the hips until Junmyeon is fully seated onto his dick. Then Kris is forcibly pressing up onto Junmyeon’s chest with a demanding hand, until he’s not bent over anymore but instead back to chest with Kris. He maneuvers them until Junmyeon is pressed up flat against the wall and then Kris up against Junmyeon. The brick threatens slight pricking pain again his dick, still twitching curiously, but Kris seems to be mindful of Junmyeon’s position. He’s pistoning in shorter, shallower, faster thrusts up into Junmyeon, fingers near-crushing on his hips.
Junmyeon’s grunting and every few thrusts manage to draw a strangled sort of shriek from him. He’s got enough presence of mind to grind down on Kris and meet him at every thrust in, and he reaches behind him to grab at Kris’s ass and pull him closer to him - deeper in. This new position means Junmyeon is tighter around him, and gravity’s pulling him farther down on Kris’s dick - Kris is groaning now, as he snaps his hips up and Junmyeon’s already meeting him halfway there. Junmyeon’s gasps are sounding a new kind of desperate with each thrust.
Kris hisses out a strained, breathy, “Fuck,” and leans in to bite down on Junmyeon’s shoulder as he pumps somehow even faster into Junmyeon.
It probably isn’t supposed to be part of the, admittedly, mostly unspoken plan, but Kris soon comes in Junmyeon. He moans, long and loud, gives a final thrust before Junmyeon’s feeling hot wetness spurting into him. And it’s so messed up but such a - a taboo feeling, that it’s got Junmyeon’s adrenaline going at miles per second and he throws his head back again (it thumps softly against Kris’s broad chest) and lets out a strangled groan of his own.
Junmyeon’s blinking away spots in his vision to realize he’s looking up at the night sky, and also at Kris’s face. Said face is sweaty but also looking contemplative. Content.
“Hold on,” Kris says, voice back to murmuring in a warm and familiar tone. He carefully extracts himself, and Junmyeon winces at how the crown of Kris’s dick catches as he pulls out. He’s sore as hell and going through his day tomorrow is going to be a challenge.
Junmyeon winces again, this time in surprise, as come drips excruciatingly slow out of him and down his thighs. But Kris, after presumably tucking himself back in his black slacks, is helping Junmyeon by pulling his own underwear and pants back up. The action is weirdly gentle and affectionate, especially in comparison to before.
Junmyeon feels like maybe he should say something, but he isn’t sure what. This is uncharted territory, the way Kris carefully maneuvers Junmyeon until his back is to the wall and they’re looking each other eye to eye.
“You,” Kris says, and this time Junmyeon can see how his eyes flash dark. “Are something else.”
And Junmyeon - well shit, his underwear is going to be ruined by the time he gets home because he’s leaking come, and jesus he’s just barebacked with essentially a stranger from a bar so he’s going to have to hit the clinic first thing tomorrow after work, and he’s sore and tired. But something in him drives him to look undeterred back at Kris, at this man who’s towering over him and has him trapped up against a wall, and say with all the confidence in the world, “I know.”
A smile flickers on Kris’s face before he stifles it and laughs softly. “You,” he murmurs as he reaches up to push Junmyeon’s white dress shirt further open, still unbuttoned from earlier. “Are something else.”
Kris leans in and kisses at a spot under Junmyeon’s collarbone, tongue swiping furiously at the skin and wetting it. As he pulls off with a pop (and Junmyeon’s just reminded about how Kris sucks cock in just about the same way), he pulls something out of his back pocket that catches the low light of the alley and flashes. “I like you.”
Junmyeon maybe would say something in response to that, but then Kris is delicately holding the skin under his collarbone taut with one hand and he brings the flashing thing up - it’s a small knife, Junmyeon realizes a little too late - and he begins to drag it very carefully and intentionally against Junmyeon’s skin.
Junmyeon hisses at the pain and doesn’t know where to look or what to do. He wants to push Kris away but he’s unarmed, and angering the guy with a knife seems like a good way to get stabbed to death. So he stays still and watches Kris work, looking extremely concentrated as he presses the blade almost feather-light against the skin. Something about this is so deliberate, that Junmyeon’s not afraid that Kris is really going to stab him.
With a small flick of his wrist, Kris is done mere moments later, and Junmyeon gasps as he leans back in and laps up the blood beading up from Junmyeon’s skin. There’s not a single part of either of them that’s being cautious tonight, between Kris swallowing Junmyeon’s come to them fucking without a condom…and now this. Junmyeon can’t tell if it’s them extending a strange type of trust to each other, or just them being impulsive and stupid. His head is woozy from all that’s happened tonight.
“That’s going to leave a mark,” Junmyeon finally says, voice faraway and weak-sounding, because it’s the only way he can think to cautiously and indirectly ask why?
Kris pulls back with a smirk as he echoes Junmyeon’s confidence and words and only says: “I know.”
With that, Kris runs tentative fingers along the line of Junmyeon’s new cut before smiling crookedly. “See you around,” he says, and then he steps back, nods, and walks away to disappear into the night.
It takes Junmyeon a long while to unstick himself from the wall, and then to try and fix looking so disheveled and fucked out so that the walk home isn’t as embarrassing. It’s a losing battle, but Junmyeon feels a little better with his hair patted down and his clothes readjusted. The cut stings, and the more Junmyeon thinks about that in particular the weirder it seems. But more pressing is the way he has to limp home, the walk painful because of the lasting burn between his legs.
It hurts and Junmyeon would never make a habit of it but… But somehow the pain grounds him, and he doesn’t dislike the constant reminder of what his night beget him. The pain is somehow exactly what he set out for this evening. Junmyeon hisses with every step and feels a little proud in how debauched he’s allowed himself to become tonight.