Angel_Egotrip

Kim Gyu-vin

Moka

Lee Yunha

Julie

Ava

Matthew

Ta-ki

Seoyeon

These will get updated as new characters will be introduced but for now this is it.

Jungwon didn't remember climbing into Sunghoon's lap.

One moment, he was in the passenger seat, staring at the fogged windshield like it might give him answers. The next, he was straddling Sunghoon in the driver's seat, his knees pressing into the leather on either side of Sunghoon's hips, the steering wheel digging into his lower back - a sharp, insistent pressure he'd probably hate later but couldn't feel right now.

Sunghoon's hands found his waist.

Not gentle. Not tentative. A full grip, fingers spanning the curve of his hip bones, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above his belt. Like he was taking inventory. Like he was claiming something.

"There you are," Sunghoon murmured.

His voice was low, rough at the edges. It vibrated through Jungwon's chest and settled somewhere deep in his gut.

Jungwon should have said something. Should have explained. Should have found words for the crushing weight in his chest, the guilt that had been sitting on his sternum since he'd seen the empty trucks.

Instead, he kissed him.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't careful. It was messy and desperate and his teeth clashed with Sunghoon's before he found the right angle. He tasted like coffee - bitter, dark, the way Jungwon liked it - and something else. Something electric. Ozone and storm and the promise of lightning.

Sunghoon kissed him back just as hard. His hands slid up Jungwon's back, under his shirt, palms flat against bare skin.

Jungwon shivered.

Not from cold. From the heat of Sunghoon's hands, the way his fingers traced the ridge of his spine like he was reading braille. Every touch sent a spark skittering across Jungwon's skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

"Cold?" Sunghoon asked against his mouth.

Jungwon nipped his bottom lip - hard enough to sting, hard enough to make Sunghoon's breath hitch.

"No." His own voice came out wrecked already. Ruined. "Keep going."

Sunghoon's fingers traced up his spine. Vertebra by vertebra. Slow. Deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world. Like there weren't fifty people outside waiting for orders. Like the mole wasn't still out there, laughing at them.

Jungwon pulled back just enough to look at him.

Sunghoon's eyes were dark. His lips were swollen, slick from kissing. A flush had crept up his neck, spreading across his cheekbones. He looked wrecked - and they'd barely started.

"I'm scared," Jungwon admitted.

The words felt like broken glass in his throat. Sharp. Bleeding.

"I know."

"What if I can't find them? What if they're already too close? What if next time it's not just shipments? What if next time it's Jay, or Niki, or Heeseung, or - "

"Then we handle it together." Sunghoon's thumb traced the line of Jungwon's jaw. The touch was soft. Grounding. "Like we always do."

"I can't lose you. I can't lose any of you."

"You won't."

"You don't know that."

"Watch me."

Jungwon's breath caught. Something in his chest cracked open - something he'd been holding together with sheer willpower and caffeine and the desperate, burning need to be enough.

He kissed Sunghoon again.

Slower this time. Deeper. He tilted his head, changed the angle, let his tongue slide against Sunghoon's. The taste of him flooded Jungwon's mouth - coffee and rain and something darker, something that made his head spin.

His hips shifted. Pressed down. He felt Sunghoon's breath hitch against his mouth, felt the sharp intake of air, felt the way his hands tightened on Jungwon's waist.

Good. At least he could still do this. At least he could still make Sunghoon feel something.

"Tell me what you need," Sunghoon said.

Jungwon shook his head. "I don't know. I just - I need to feel - "

He couldn't finish. Didn't know how to say I need to feel something other than this crushing guilt or I need to know you're real or I need you to remind me why I'm still fighting.

Sunghoon's hands slid to his hips. Squeezed. The pressure was grounding, anchoring.

"Then let me take care of you."

"That's not - " Jungwon swallowed. His throat was dry. "I need to be the one - I can't just - "

I can't just sit here and let things happen to me. Not after today. Not after I let this happen.

Sunghoon's eyes searched his. Held his gaze. Then he nodded.

"Okay. Then you take care of me."

Jungwon blinked. "What?"

"You heard me." Sunghoon's voice was steady, calm - the eye of the storm. "You want control? Take it. I'm right here."

Something hot unfurled in Jungwon's chest.

He reached for the buttons of Sunghoon's coat. His fingers fumbled - too many buttons, too small, too much - and he let out a frustrated sound, sharp and breathless.

"Here." Sunghoon's hands covered his. Guided him. Showed him where to pull, where to push. "Like this."

The coat hit the floor with a soft thump.

Then Sunghoon's shirt was coming untucked, and Jungwon's palms were flat against his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles tensed under his touch, the rapid flutter of his heartbeat.

"Better," Sunghoon said.

Jungwon shook his head. "Not yet."

He tugged at Sunghoon's belt. The metal clinked - too loud in the quiet car - and then the leather was sliding free. Sunghoon lifted his hips just enough to help, and Jungwon's breath came faster, shallower, his chest tight with anticipation.

"Look at me," Sunghoon said.

Jungwon did.

Sunghoon's eyes were dark. His pupils were blown so wide the brown of his irises had almost vanished. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven. He looked like he was barely holding himself together.

"I'm right here," Sunghoon said. "I'm not going anywhere."

Jungwon believed him.

He reached for the glove compartment. The latch clicked open - sharp, mechanical - and his hand disappeared inside. He knew what he'd find. Sunghoon was always prepared. Always thinking ahead. Always taking care of them in ways they didn't notice until they needed it.

His fingers closed around the small bottle.

"Always prepared, hyung?" Jungwon asked. His voice came out rough, scraping against his throat.

Sunghoon's lips curved. Just barely. "Couldn't say no to any of you. You're all too beautiful for my sanity."

"That's a terrible excuse."

"It's the truth."

Jungwon handed him the bottle. "You do it."

"Why?"

"Because if I do it, I'll rush." Jungwon's voice dropped. "And I want to feel every second of this."

Sunghoon's eyes darkened. He took the bottle. Unscrewed the cap. The sound was wet, slick, obscene in the quiet car.

Jungwon shifted his hips. Lifted himself just enough. And then Sunghoon's fingers were there - pressing, sliding, slipping inside him.

The stretch was too much and not enough.

Jungwon's head fell forward, his forehead pressing into Sunghoon's shoulder. His fingers curled into the fabric of Sunghoon's shirt, gripping so hard his knuckles ached. A sound escaped him - low, broken, barely human.

"Okay?" Sunghoon asked.

Jungwon couldn't speak. Could only nod.

Sunghoon moved slowly. One finger, then two. Stretching him open with agonizing care. Every twist of his wrist sent sparks up Jungwon's spine, pooling hot and heavy in his lower belly.

"More," Jungwon gasped.

Sunghoon added a third finger.

Jungwon's hips jerked. His nails dug into Sunghoon's shoulders. The stretch burned - a sweet, aching burn that made his eyes water and his breath stutter.

"That's it," Sunghoon murmured. "Just breathe."

Jungwon tried. He really did. But every time Sunghoon's fingers curled inside him, every time they brushed against that spot, his breath came out as a moan.

He bit Sunghoon's neck - right above Niki's mating mark, where the skin was thin and the pulse was loud. Sunghoon groaned, low and guttural, and his fingers pushed deeper.

"Impatient?" Sunghoon teased.

Jungwon pulled back just enough to look at him. His vision was hazy, his focus narrowed to the heat building between his legs, the weight of Sunghoon's fingers inside him, the way his own body was trembling.

"Shut up," Jungwon said.

And then he crushed their mouths together.

The kiss was messy. Sloppy. All teeth and tongue and desperate, hungry sounds. Jungwon could taste himself on Sunghoon's lips - salt and something darker, something that made his head spin.

He pulled away. "Enough."

Sunghoon withdrew his fingers. Slowly. The loss was sudden, jarring - a cold emptiness that made Jungwon clench around nothing.

Jungwon grabbed the lube bottle. Squeezed a generous amount into his palm. The liquid was cool against his heated skin, a sharp contrast that made him shiver.

He reached down. Wrapped his slick fingers around Sunghoon. Stroked once. Twice. Watched Sunghoon's head fall back against the headrest, watched his jaw go slack, watched his hands grip the leather seat like he needed something to hold onto.

"Eyes on me," Jungwon said.

Sunghoon's eyes snapped open.

"Good." Jungwon's voice was steadier now. "Keep them there."

He positioned himself. Lifted his hips. And then - slowly, agonizingly slowly - he sank down.

The stretch was overwhelming. Too much. Not enough. Jungwon's breath caught in his throat, his body trembling with the effort of taking it slow. His nails dug into Sunghoon's shoulders. The steering wheel pressed into his back, a sharp pain he barely registered.

"Okay?" Sunghoon asked.

Jungwon couldn't speak. Could only nod.

Sunghoon's hands found his hips. Held him steady. Didn't move. Just waited.

Waiting. Always waiting. Letting Jungwon set the pace. Letting Jungwon be the one in control.

Jungwon's eyes burned. He blinked rapidly.

"Move when you're ready," Sunghoon said. "I'm not going anywhere."

Jungwon believed him.

He lifted his hips. Just an inch. Just enough to feel the drag, the friction, the overwhelming fullness of him. Then he sank back down.

Sunghoon made a sound - low, guttural, barely human. His head fell back again, but he caught himself, forced his eyes back to Jungwon's face.

"Like that," Sunghoon breathed. "Just like that."

Jungwon did it again. And again. Finding a rhythm. Slow at first, then faster. The car rocked with each movement. The seat creaked. The windows were fogging now, their breath too hot, the air too thick.

"Faster," Sunghoon said.

"No." Jungwon's voice was ragged. "I'm in control. I decide."

Sunghoon's hands tightened on his hips. His jaw clenched. But he didn't argue. He just buried his head in Jungwon's shoulder and started pressing kisses to his neck - open-mouthed, wet, desperate.

Jungwon set the pace.

Up. Down. Grind. Up. Down. Grind.

Each movement was deliberate. Calculated. He watched Sunghoon's face - watched him come apart beneath him, watched the mask of the composed alpha crack and shatter.

This was what he needed. Proof that he could still make someone fall apart. Proof that he was still here, still real, still enough.

And then Sunghoon shifted his hips. Changed the angle. Thrusted up to meet him.

The pleasure surged through Jungwon - sharp, electric, blinding.

"There," Jungwon gasped. "Right there - fuck - "

Sunghoon thrusted up again. Harder. Deeper.

Jungwon's head slammed back against the steering wheel. A sound tore from his throat - loud, broken, desperate. He couldn't hear it over the roaring in his ears, but he felt it, felt the way it vibrated through his chest.

"There," Jungwon said. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Sunghoon didn't.

He thrusted up into him harder. Faster. The car was rocking now, the suspension groaning, the windows completely fogged. Jungwon could hear himself making sounds - gasps, moans, words he didn't remember saying.

"I'm close," Sunghoon warned.

"Good." Jungwon's voice was wrecked. "I want to feel you. I need to - "

He couldn't finish. Didn't need to.

Sunghoon's hips snapped up to meet him - once, twice, three times - and then he was coming. His body tensed, his hands gripping Jungwon's thighs like a lifeline. A sound escaped him - low, reverent, broken - and he said Jungwon's name like it was the only word he remembered.

The heat of him. The sound of him. The way his body trembled beneath Jungwon's hands.

It was too much.

Jungwon came undone right after him. His body shuddered, his vision whited out. He heard himself cry out - something that might have been Sunghoon's name, might have been a prayer, might have been nothing at all.

For a long moment, there was nothing.

Just the sound of their breathing - ragged, uneven, slowly finding a shared rhythm. The thundering of two hearts, gradually slowing. The rain on the roof, soft now, almost gentle.

Jungwon collapsed forward. His forehead pressed into Sunghoon's neck. His body was trembling - fine, uncontrollable shivers that he couldn't stop. His thighs were burning. His eyes were wet.

Sunghoon's arms wrapped around him. Held him close. Didn't speak.

They stayed like that for a long time.

Finally, Jungwon's voice emerged - small, fragile, barely a whisper.

"I needed that."

"I know."

"I'm still scared."

"I know."

Jungwon lifted his head just enough to look at him. Sunghoon's eyes were soft. Tired. Full of something Jungwon didn't have a name for - something that made his chest ache.

"Thank you," Jungwon said. "For not making me ask."

Sunghoon's thumb traced the line of his jaw. The touch was feather-light, almost reverent.

"You never have to ask. Not for this. Not for anything."

Jungwon's eyes burned again. He blinked rapidly, looking away.

Sunghoon didn't call him on it. Just held him tighter.

Outside, the rain was letting up. The dock was still chaos - he could hear it, distantly - but in here, in the dark, with Sunghoon's arms around him and their hearts still finding their rhythm, it didn't matter.