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The balcony was quieter than the ballroom, the air sharp with the bite of autumn. Jae leaned against the railing, sipping champagne like it was water, silk shirt hanging just right, the first few buttons opened to reveal his pale complexion. He knew he shouldn’t have wandered off, not with Brian distracted inside with his father, but boredom was poison, and Jae hated being invisible.

“Pretty view,” a voice drawled.

Jae turned, slow. A man stood in the shadows, older, expensively dressed, with the kind of smile that carried teeth.

“Depends what you’re looking at,” Jae answered, lazy and flippant, raising his glass.

The man’s gaze dropped, lingering where Jae’s shirt gaped open. “Think I’ve found something better than the skyline.”

Jae chuckled, tilting his head, enjoying the attention more than he’d admit. He didn’t pull away when the man stepped closer, when a firm hand settled at his waist and tugged him in. Jae allowed it, smirk tugging at his lips, body swaying into the touch.

But then that hand slid lower, creeping over his hip, fingers brushing too close to where no stranger’s hand should be.

Jae froze. “That’s enough.”

He pushed at the man’s chest, sharp but not forceful.

The man’s face twisted. Instead of letting go, his hand shot up, gripping Jae’s jaw hard, forcing his head back. “Don’t play games, pretty boy.”

“Let go,” Jae snapped, trying to wrench free.

The man shoved him then, rough, sending him stumbling backward. His heel caught on the slick stone, ankle twisting as his weight collapsed wrong. Pain lanced hot and sharp, tearing a curse from his lips as he hit the ground.

The stranger prowled forward, looming over him, crouching as if to pin him there, one hand already reaching again. And then—

“Touch him again.”

The voice was low, lethal. Both of them froze. Brian stood in the open doorway of the balcony, broad shoulders blocking the light from inside. His hand rested on the grip of his gun at his hip, not raised but ready, and his stare was cold enough to kill.

The man’s bravado cracked. He hesitated, hand hovering above Jae, then slowly stood and backed away. One look at Brian’s eyes and he knew better than to press his luck.

Moments later, the stranger slipped into the crowd, disappearing leaving Jae on the ground, ankle throbbing, lip split, heart pounding and Brian coming straight for him, not with softness, not with comfort, but with a fury Jae had never seen before.

Jae winced, palms pressed to the stone as he tried to push himself upright. His ankle screamed in protest, swelling already starting beneath the thin leather of his shoe. Normally, this was where Brian would be at his side in an instant steadying his arms, voice low and steady, careful as if Jae might break. But not tonight.

Brian’s boots struck hard against the floor as he crossed the balcony. He didn’t kneel. He didn’t soften. He reached down, gripped Jae’s upper arm, and hauled him to his feet in one clean, merciless pull.

“Brian—” Jae hissed, nearly stumbling again when his bad foot touched the ground. “My ankle—”

“Save it.” Brian’s voice was sharp, his jaw locked so tight the muscle trembled. His hand didn’t loosen around Jae’s arm, not even when Jae clawed at it.

The sting of it, the restraint missing, the tenderness vanished. It left Jae more rattled than the shove he’d taken. His heart raced, breath stuttering as he limped to keep up with Brian’s brutal pace. He tried for levity, the old smirk. “You’re mad.”

Brian shot him a look, sharp and burning, the kind that made his stomach flip. “Mad doesn’t cover it.”

Jae had never seen him like this. The calm, unshakable guard was gone, replaced by something rawer, darker, something that scared him almost as much as it thrilled him.

Inside, the party blurred into whispers and stares as Brian dragged him through the hall. No explanations, no excuses. Just that iron grip on his arm, a heat that burned through silk and skin alike. Everyone knew Jae Park and, likely, everyone also knew his personal bodyguard, Kang Brian.

Brian’s hand was iron around his arm, dragging him through the hall with a pace that made Jae bite back a hiss every time his bad ankle struck the floor. The pain flared sharp, climbing up his leg, but he refused to stumble. Refused to give Brian or anyone else the satisfaction of seeing him falter.

The guests they passed turned to look, murmurs trailing in their wake. Jae lifted his chin higher, eyes forward, as if being manhandled by his own bodyguard was nothing at all. His pride burned hotter than the bruise already blooming under his sock.

Brian said nothing. His jaw was set, his expression carved from stone, and the heat rolling off him was worse than shouting would have been. He pulled Jae through the crowd, down the stairs, across the polished marble like Jae weighed nothing.

The ankle screamed with every step, but Jae pushed through it, hiding the limp, biting his tongue until he tasted blood. He would not cry out. He would not show weakness. If Brian wanted to treat him like a reckless brat, then he would be one, chin high and eyes glittering.

Only when the night air hit them outside and the car came into view did Jae feel his breath catch. Brian yanked the door open in one harsh motion and shoved him against the frame, voice low and lethal.

“Get in.”

Jae leaned on the door, heart pounding, pride sparking like flint. He licked the split in his lip and smiled, defiant even now.

“You’ve never touched me like this before.”

Brian’s eyes narrowed, fire smoldering under the surface.

“Because you’ve never pissed me off this much before.”

Brian shoved him into the back seat and slammed the door shut. Jae shifted against the leather, ankle burning, but he didn’t make a sound. He only crossed his arms, tilting his chin high like a prince being carted away.

The driver’s side door opened and closed. The engine growled to life. Brian didn’t look back. His knuckles were white on the wheel, his jaw clenched, his silence more suffocating than any lecture.

Jae leaned forward, resting one elbow on the back of the passenger seat. “Where are we going?”

No answer.

“Brian.” His tone was lighter now, sing-song, like he was poking at a caged animal. “Why are you so mad?”

The car picked up speed. Streetlights blurred past. Jae smirked at the side of his head, ignoring the pulse of pain in his ankle. “You save me, drag me out like a prize, and now what? Silent treatment? Is that supposed to scare me?”

Brian’s grip tightened on the wheel.

“You’ve never been this rough with me before,” Jae pressed, his voice dropping, daring. “Almost like you wanted to hurt me. Almost like you liked it.”

The tires hummed against the road, the only sound in the heavy dark. Then Brian’s hand shot to the signal, the car jerking as he swerved onto a deserted side road. Asphalt gave way to gravel, the headlights spilling over nothing but empty fields. He braked hard, the car lurching to a stop.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Jae’s heart thudded, his smirk faltering, though he refused to look away.

Brian’s gaze found him in the rearview mirror. Cold, steady, unblinking. His eyes trailed over Jae’s swollen lip, the bruises blooming faintly along his jaw, the faint tremor he tried to hide in his posture.

Something snapped. Brian killed the engine and sat very still for a beat, the car filling with the low sound of their breathing. He did not look at him right away. When he finally met Jae in the rearview mirror, his face was hard as concrete.

“You knew better,” he said, voice flat. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Jae lifted his chin, forcing the practiced insolent smile that usually rolled off his tongue as easy as champagne. “It was nothing. A little fun. You always make such a big deal.”

“You think this is a joke?” Brian’s hand tightened on the wheel as if restraining himself to not do something he might regret.

“I take my eyes off you for one split second and you are in someone’s lap. You let some man put his hand on your waist. You push him away when he goes for more and then you get shoved. What if he had not stopped at that? What if he did not leave?”

Jae’s smirk wavered. The flash of fear he had felt on the balcony still sat fresh under his practiced calm. He swallowed it down and leaned forward, prodding like he always did when he wanted to push a mark. “You are describing my life like I am some child. I am not a child, Brian. I am always careful.”

“Not tonight.” Brian’s jaw worked. His voice rose a fraction, the control fraying at the edges. “Not tonight when you ignore my rules and you ignore me and you think you are invincible because of the name on your father’s letterhead.”

Jae’s ankle throbbed with each tiny pulse. He drew his breath in, played the hurt like a paid actor. He let his expression slip to something softer, wounded and small.

“My ankle.” His voice quietened. “It hurts, Brian. It is probably bruised and swollen. I can barely put weight on it. Please, come see. Please.”

For a second Brian’s face shifted. The old reflex showed, the muscle in his cheek that always twitched when he wanted to kneel and steady Jae, check for broken bones, tuck him into blankets. It would have been so easy. It would have been the thing he always did.

“No.” Brian’s answer came cold and absolute. He leaned back in the driver’s seat and folded his arms. “I do not want to. I do not want to baby you again.”

“You are serious?” Jae’s voice cracked the tiniest bit. It was just enough to be believable.

“I am serious.” Brian did not look away. “You need to feel the cost of doing this. You need to learn that being reckless does not come without consequences. I cannot fix the lesson for you.”

Silence stretched. Jae pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, the pain in his ankle a hot brand under his skin. Pride warred with a real ache that made his eyes water. He opened his mouth to argue, to plead, to roll out some new weapon of charm, but Brian’s stare pinned him in place.

“You would rather have me suffer?” Jae said finally, voice thin.

“Yes,” Brian said. He did not say it with malice. He said it like iron. “Because you will not remember anything you do until it hurts enough to stick in your head.”

Jae closed his eyes. He could feel the car around him, the darkness pressing in, the distance between them suddenly vast. Pride still kept him from crying out loud. He hoped, selfish and stupid, that this was punishment only. He hoped that when he learned, Brian would come around and soothe him like he always did.

Brian sat in the driver’s seat without moving, his hands no longer on the wheel but curled into fists against his thighs. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. In the back seat, Jae shifted, arms crossed over his chest, head tipped to the side like he could wait forever, he held himself like royalty on a throne.

Brian turned then, slow and deliberate. His eyes burned, but there was something else in them now, something that betrayed the iron words he had spoken just moments ago. He studied Jae in the dim glow of the dome light, his posture coiled tight, until he finally reached forward.

His hand caught Jae’s calf, rougher than he meant, dragging his leg across the seat. Jae hissed, more in surprise than pain, but didn’t resist. Brian’s fingers worked at the laces, jerking the shoe off with little care, then peeling down the sock. He pushed the fabric aside and exposed the ankle.

The skin was already flushed a deep, angry purple, swelling at the joint. Brian’s jaw locked at the sight. He let out a long, low breath, part fury, part regret.

Jae cracked one eye open, lips twitching into a smug curve. “Knew you couldn’t resist.”

Brian glared, thumb pressing at the swollen edge harder than he should have, drawing a wince.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered.

Jae smirked wider, pulling his foot back just enough to break the contact, stretching his leg out along the seat. He tipped his head back against the cushion, lashes low, playing his role to the end. “It’s uncomfortable like this. Come closer. Come see here.”

His voice was lazy, coaxing, carrying that spoiled lilt Brian had heard a thousand times before.

“Sit still,” he ordered, voice low, but Jae only hummed, lips curling into a smile that said he had already won.

Brian shut his eyes for a moment, as if drawing on some reservoir of patience. Then he opened the driver’s door, stepped out into the cool night air, and walked around the car. 

By the time he pulled open the rear door, Jae was waiting. One leg stretched across the seat, the other bent just so, both parted in a picture that was far too deliberate to be anything but invitation. His silk shirt hung loose, collarbone bared, ankle resting like an afterthought to the curve of his pose.

Brian stopped, one hand braced on the frame, staring down at him. His throat worked. “You’re just such a—”

The word never came. Because Jae reached out, fingers curling into the front of his jacket, and tugged. Brian stumbled forward, his balance breaking, and in the next breath he was caught above Jae, their chests pressed together, the heat of him undeniable.

Jae’s eyes glittered up at him, triumphant, teasing. “Thought so.”

Brian’s hand hit the door beside his head, caging him in. His breath came sharp, uneven, and the fury that had driven him all night twisted into something darker, hungrier, impossible to hold back now.

Brian’s body was a wall above him, heat pressing in from every angle. Jae tilted his head, lashes low, mouth curved like sin itself. Slowly, deliberately, he slid one hand between their bodies.

Brian expected the touch to skim over his thigh, the way it usually did when Jae was teasing. Instead, Jae’s fingers found the hard line of the holster at his hip. He curled around the grip of the gun, cool metal under his palm, and held it there.

Brian’s breath stopped. His entire frame went rigid, one hand clamping around Jae’s wrist before he could tug the weapon free.

Jae only smirked, eyes gleaming as he looked up at him, stroking the gun as if it was Brian. His voice was soft, dangerous in its sweetness. “Would you have killed him?”

Brian’s stare sharpened, his silence heavier than the dark around them.

Jae’s thumb traced the edge of the grip, testing, taunting. “If he got any closer. If I let him. If I flirted with him more than I should have.”

Brian’s jaw tightened until it ached. “Don’t play with me.” His voice was rough, low, barely restrained. His hand tightened on Jae’s wrist, pinning it hard against the gun. “You think that’s funny? You think I wouldn’t?”

Jae’s smile widened, his lips glinting faintly in the dim light. “I want to know.”

For a moment, it felt like the world was holding its breath—Brian hovering over him, fury and desire twisting together, Jae sprawled below with his hand on a weapon that could end lives in an instant.

Brian’s hand was an iron clamp on his wrist before Jae even realized it. The moment Jae curled his fingers tighter around the grip, Brian’s whole body locked, the air between them snapping taut like a wire. He moved so quickly it was almost a blur. His other hand went to the holster, fingers practiced and precise, and the gun came free into his palm.

Jae should have been afraid. He tasted fear at the back of his throat, a metallic little note under the adrenaline. Instead he watched Brian, watched the way his jaw set, watched the slow, terrible gravity in his eyes. Brian did not lift the weapon like a threat to the man who had shoved Jae. He lifted it for him.

He put the barrel flat under Jae’s chin, cool metal against hot skin, and held him there. Close enough that Jae felt the roughness of the grip against his pulse, close enough that his breath hit Brian’s face. For a second everything narrowed to that gun, that line of intent, and the hush of the night pressing in through the car windows.

Brian’s voice was so low it sounded like it came from the floorboards of the car. “I would kill you both if you ever let another man touch you.” He pronounced the words as if they were a vow and a threat folded into one. “I would kill you both in an instant.”

Jae’s smile was a twitch, half defiance, half something else that felt like surrender. The breath that left him was small. He could have pulled his hand away. He could have laughed or cursed or sucked in air and told Brian to stop being dramatic. Instead he let his fingers flex against the leather seat, let the weight of the gun press into the underside of his jaw and felt it steady him in a way he had never expected.

Brian’s eyes did not leave his. They were dark and wet with something that looked dangerously like devotion. The edges of his control were a hard, bright line. He was not joking. That stillness, that promise, felt more intimate than any touch had before.

Without breaking eye contact Brian leaned down and kissed him. It was not gentle. It was an answer, an absolution and an accusation all at once. His mouth smashed against Jae’s, nothing polite, nothing measured, and Jae’s hand slid up to curl at the back of his neck even as his ankle stung and his body trembled. The kiss was the sound of a thing too long held in being let out, a rough claim that left breath ragged.

When he pulled back his mouth was wet, his lips parted as if he just wanted more. Brian’s face was inches from his, the gun still under his chin, and for a heartbeat the world held. Then with one hard motion Brian shoved the weapon forward and away, into the front seat where it could not fall or be reached, where accidents could not happen. He made sure it lay flat and far, then he sat back on his heels and looked at Jae like he was cataloguing every small fault and mercy.

“No one else,” he said, voice stripped down to bone. “Ever.”

Jae let out a laugh that trembled. It was a small sound, equal parts triumph and apology.

“Noted,” he whispered.

His pride was still there, thin and bright as glass, but under it there was a rawness that Brian could see and could not ignore.

Brian moved then, not to storm, not to lecture, but to be present in the way he always had been when it really mattered. He reached, carefully this time, and his hand closed on Jae’s ankle. His touch was firm, professional, but the way he checked the swelling and the warmth at the joint betrayed him. 

Brian’s hand lingered at his ankle, thumb pressing gently over the angry bruise. The sight of it had made him grit his teeth before, but now something shifted. Instead of tying the sock back, instead of treating him with that clipped practicality, Brian leaned slightly. His lips brushed the swelling, a fleeting kiss over skin already dark with pain.

Jae’s lashes fluttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into that familiar, infuriating smirk. Of course Brian would give in. Of course he would kneel here, after swearing he would not baby him. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“See?” Jae murmured, smug and sweet at once. “You can’t help yourself.”

Before Brian could retort, Jae hooked his other leg around Brian’s waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. The ache in his ankle only made him bolder, reckless enough to tip his head back against the seat and look up through heavy lashes. His fingers toyed with the buttons of his silk shirt, slow and deliberate, undoing one, then another, revealing the pale line of his chest.

He held Brian’s eyes, voice a low invitation. “Why don’t you come see here instead.”

Brian’s mouth trailed higher from Jae’s ankle, grazing the inside of his knee, his thigh, until the heat between them was unbearable. His hands were steady now, undoing the buttons of Jae’s shirt one by one, pushing the silk aside to bare pale skin in the dim light of the car. He kissed every inch he uncovered, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt and champagne that lingered there.

Jae’s breath came quick, his head tipped back against the passenger door, eyes heavy, lips parted. The angle was awkward, his ankle still throbbing, but the pain only sharpened the edge of his arousal. His fingers fumbled at Brian’s belt, tugging, unfastening, desperate to feel him give.

The leather creaked under Brian’s knees as he leaned in further, his hands sliding the shirt off Jae’s shoulders, dragging it down his arms. His mouth caught on Jae’s collarbone, his throat, the split of his lip, kissing away every mark like he wanted to replace them all with his own.

Jae gasped when Brian’s teeth grazed his jaw, when strong fingers pressed into his waist, holding him pinned against the seat. He shifted, thighs parting wider, grinding up against Brian’s half-undone trousers, shameless in his want. His voice was low, unsteady, but still laced with that spoiled tease.

“God, Brian… you’re taking your time.”

Brian’s answer was another hard kiss, deep and consuming, while his hands slid lower, tugging at Jae’s waistband, stripping him down until there was nothing between them but fever and breath.

The car filled with the sound of fabric rasping, breath colliding, the faint thud of Jae’s head against the passenger door as he let himself be undone.

Brian leaned back for a moment, his chest heaving, eyes raking over Jae sprawled out on the leather. His skin was flushed, lips swollen from kisses, his shirt pooling beneath him. He looked spoiled and ruined already, and Brian had barely even started.

Brian’s tie came loose in a rough pull, flung aside onto the floor. His jacket followed, tossed carelessly toward the front seat. He didn’t bother with the shirt beneath, not really he left it hanging open, buttons strained, collar askew. He only freed what he needed, shoving his trousers down just enough to give himself space, not wasting time with precision.

Jae sat there completely naked, open and hard as his cock rested against his abdomen. He groaned low at the sight, leaning in to rub his face against Jae’s throat, breathing him in like he couldn’t get close enough.

Then his fingers slid down, tracing the length of Jae’s thigh, slow and deliberate. He pressed into the softest spots, the sensitive places he had already mapped, circling and teasing until Jae’s body jumped under his touch.

Jae gasped, head tipping back against the door, eyes dark and glassy. His thighs parted wider without thought, his ankle forgotten in the haze of heat. “Brian…” His voice cracked, breathless, half command, half plea.

Brian smirked against his skin, fingertips dragging higher, skimming the edge of his hip. “You’re too easy here,” he murmured, rough and low, his mouth brushing Jae’s ear. “I could make you come just from this.”

Jae shivered, the sound of his breath filling the car, his hands clutching at Brian’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

Brian’s palm pressed flat to the inside of his thigh, holding him open as he shifted closer. He let his head fall forward for a second, jaw clenched, breathing hard. Then he pulled his hand back and brought two fingers to his mouth. His tongue curled around them, wetting them with spit, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on Jae the whole time.

Jae’s lips parted, chest heaving as he watched, his own breath stuttering.

Brian didn’t wait. His spit-slick fingers pushed between Jae’s thighs, rubbing over the spot he knew would make him twitch. He pressed in rough and unyielding, stretching him open with little care for patience. Jae gasped, his head thudding back against the door, thighs trembling as Brian worked him open.

The sound of it filled the car, wet, obscene, his breath stuttering between gasps as Brian’s fingers curled inside him, teasing, pressing, hitting all the places he knew by heart.

“You’re already turned on,” Brian growled against his throat, his teeth scraping along the skin.

Jae’s nails dragged down his shirt, leaving faint lines. He smirked through the ragged sound of his breathing, voice breaking but still carrying that spoiled edge. “Maybe I’ve been ready all night.”

Brian’s fingers scissored harder, stretching him, dragging more sounds out of him until Jae’s body writhed against the leather. Only then, when he felt him shudder open around his hand, did Brian add another finger, drawing out another delightful reaction.

Jae cried out, a sharp, high sound that turned to a ragged laugh when Brian ground his thumb over the exact place that made him see whole galaxies.

“You think you can play with them?” Brian’s voice was low and tight, full of something like pain. “Those filthy old men at those parties. They want one thing and one thing only. They do not want you. They want the name on your father’s ledger. They want the trophy. You are not a game for them.”

Jae sucked in a breath, the leather of the seat damp beneath him. Brian’s other hand fisted in his hip, holding him open and still while his fingers moved inside, hard and insistent. The roughness made every nerve sing.

“Stop acting like a whore,” Brian spat, each word a hit. “Stop flirting like you are bargaining with yourself. Remember who you belong to.”

There was no softness in the sentence. It was an order wrapped in heat. Jae’s eyes fluttered, lashes heavy. His chest lifted and fell with the force of it. The word stung even as it thrilled him. He had always known Brian would say it differently. He had always known Brian would mean it.

Jae’s hand slid between them, fingers wrapping around him, stroking slow but sure. His head tipped back against the passenger door, lips parted, eyes heavy. “I’m ready,” he breathed, his voice trembling but steady in its need. “I want you inside me.”

Brian’s breath shuddered, his grip tightening on Jae’s thigh until it hurt. His eyes burned down into him, dark and sharp. “If you ever let another man touch you,” he rasped, voice low, shaking with fury and want, “I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Before Jae could answer, Brian shoved his hand away and pressed forward, pushing inside in one fierce, claiming thrust. Jae’s gasp filled the car, his nails digging into Brian’s shoulders, his back arching hard against the leather as he took him in deep.

The air turned thick with heat and breath, Brian’s body caging him in, moving against him with nothing held back. Jae’s legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, lips curling into a wrecked, breathless smile.

Brian straightened, bracing one hand against the seat for leverage as he gripped Jae’s hips and hauled him closer. The shift let him sink deeper, driving a groan from both of them. Jae’s body arched, his head slipping against the door until it bumped lightly on the handle.

He hissed at the contact, more surprise than pain, but the sound that followed was a broken laugh, breathless and hungry. He didn’t care. Not with Brian filling him like this, not with every thrust sparking through him hotter than the ache in his skull or the throb in his ankle.

Brian dragged him closer still, using his grip to set the pace, sharp and relentless. “Stay with me,” he muttered through clenched teeth, pulling him into every hard drive of his hips.

Jae’s nails clawed at the leather seat, his voice spilling out in ragged gasps, the sting of the handle already forgotten. “I’m here,” he panted, eyes fluttering, a crooked smile tugging his lips. “God, Brian… I’m not going anywhere.”

Brian’s grip was brutal, fingers digging into Jae’s hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled him down over and over, meeting every thrust with relentless force. The car rocked with the rhythm, the suspension groaning, windows fogging as leather squeaked beneath their bodies.

Jae’s voice filled the space, high and unrestrained, every moan spilling out of him like he had no shame left. He sounded wrecked, debauched, like the spoiled whore Brian had accused him of being except here, now, it was only for him.

Brian’s jaw clenched, sweat beading at his temple as he drove in again and again, the pace merciless. He bent low enough to cage Jae with his weight, one hand sliding up to pin his wrists against the door while the other dragged him closer, forcing him to take every inch.

Jae’s head tipped back, lips parted, eyes glassy. “Fuck—Brian—” His voice cracked on the name, another desperate cry following as his body shuddered under the onslaught. The sound of it, shameless and needy, made Brian’s chest rumble with a growl.

“You’re mine,” Brian hissed, not slowing, not letting up. His hips snapped forward with punishing precision, making the whole car shudder. “Only mine.”

Jae moaned louder, back arching, thighs trembling around Brian’s waist as he gave himself over completely. The car was filled with the raw slap of skin, the rough drag of breath, and Jae’s shameless cries, every bit of it proof that when Brian touched him, he was exactly what he claimed to be.

Brian’s pace never faltered, but his expression hardened, something darker flashing in his eyes. He slid one arm under Jae’s waist, the other braced against the seat, and with a sharp pull he wrenched him up off the leather.

Jae gasped, legs trembling as he was dragged upright and onto Brian’s lap, still speared deep on his cock. The sudden angle made him cry out, nails digging into Brian’s shoulders, chest pressed flush against his open shirt.

“You want to moan like a whore,” Brian growled against his ear, voice rough, “then you’re going to work like one. Earn it.”

He gripped Jae’s ass hard, guiding him up and down, forcing him to ride. Every time Jae tried to slow, Brian’s hand snapped him down again, burying him deeper, making him moan and whine louder.

The car rocked harder now, Jae’s body writhing against him, every roll of his hips shameless. His head fell back, sweat glistening along his throat, lips parted in a string of broken moans that only grew filthier with each movement.

Brian’s jaw pressed to his chest, his hand tangled cruelly in his hair, yanking him back just enough to make him arch. “Show me,” he demanded, voice vibrating low against his skin. “Show me who you belong to.”

Jae’s hips stuttered, but he obeyed, riding him hard, the sound of his cries bouncing off the glass until it was all heat and sweat and shameless submission in the backseat.

Brian’s grip tightened in Jae’s hair, holding him arched back as he moved on his lap. With his other hand, he dragged his palm slowly from the curve of Jae’s throat down over his chest.

His skin was slick, hot, damp with sweat that caught the faint light and made him glisten. Brian’s rough fingertips traced the line of his collarbone, the dip between his pecs, smearing the sweat as he went lower.

Jae moaned at the touch, his body trembling, chest heaving as Brian’s hand pressed flat over his sternum, feeling the frantic pound of his heart. His shirt was gone, forgotten, and every inch of him was exposed, shining under Brian’s hand.

Brian was no better, his own chest glistening, his shirt hanging open and sticking to his skin in places. Sweat rolled down his temple, catching at his jaw before dripping onto Jae’s chest, mixing with his own as he was mouthing at Jae’s sensitive neck.

Jae’s head fell forward, his lips brushing Brian’s ear as he gasped out, broken and needy. The car reeked of sex and heat, the windows dripping with condensation, and Brian’s hand slid lower, down his stomach, leaving a hot streak on his skin as he ground him down harder onto his cock.

Brian’s hand slid even lower, past the slick heat of Jae’s stomach, until he wrapped his fist around his cock. Jae’s body jolted, a cry ripping from his throat, high and unrestrained.

Brian’s grip was firm, merciless, stroking him in perfect rhythm with the relentless pace of Jae’s hips. Every thrust down onto Brian’s cock was met with a stroke of his hand, dragging him further into ruin with every movement.

Jae’s moans filled the car, louder, rawer, shameless. His body shook with the effort, sweat dripping from his chest onto Brian’s open shirt. His hands clawed at Brian’s shoulders for something to hold onto, his head falling forward only to be pulled back again by Brian’s grip in his hair.

“Fuck—Brian—” Jae’s voice cracked, broken between gasps and cries. He was a mess, flushed, glistening, his thighs trembling as he rode, every nerve unraveling under Brian’s hand.

The car rocked harder with their movements, glass fogging, leather squeaking beneath them, but neither cared. Jae’s body moved helplessly now, grinding down in time with Brian’s strokes, each wave of pleasure tearing another moan from his throat until he sounded utterly wrecked, undone.

Jae latched his mouth onto Brian’s, wet, open and filthy, too much saliva but too little care in the world. He kissed Brian just like his life depended on it. Moaning into him just as he knew Brian liked, long, desperate.

His body snapped taut, his nails digging hard into Brian’s shoulders as the tension broke. He spilled hot and sudden across Brian’s chest, streaking the open shirt and bare skin beneath, his cries sharp and wrecked as his release smeared between them. His whole body trembled, but he didn’t stop moving, grinding down through the aftershocks because he wanted Brian undone with him.

Brian’s hand clamped around his waist, holding him steady as he shifted his strength. He lifted Jae just enough, pulling him higher so that he could drive up into him, fucking sharp and deep from beneath. Each thrust jolted Jae’s spent body, forcing him to cling tighter, his arms wound around Brian’s neck like he would break apart if he let go.

“Fuck—” Jae sobbed against his ear, still trembling, still dripping down Brian’s chest. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Brian.”

Brian’s pace grew brutal, relentless, his hips snapping up hard as his grip bruised into Jae’s waist. His open shirt stuck to his skin, smeared with Jae’s release, both of them slick and shining as they moved together. Jae’s thighs shook with every upward thrust, but he clung tighter, taking every hard push, desperate to feel Brian lose control inside him.

The car rocked harder, the windows rattling, every sound swallowed by Jae’s broken moans and Brian’s low, guttural growls as he drove himself to the edge.

Brian’s thrusts turned erratic, his grip tightening into Jae’s waist as he buried himself deep one last time and spilled inside him, the groan that tore out of his chest low and rough, vibrating against Jae’s skin.

Jae cried out at the sudden heat filling him, his body clenching down around Brian until they were both shaking, their sweat-slicked skin slapping together with every last sharp jerk.

When it was over, Jae collapsed against him, boneless and spent, his chest pressed to Brian’s, their hearts hammering against each other. Brian didn’t move to pull out, didn’t let him go. He just wrapped one arm around Jae’s back and held him there, still joined, their bodies sticky with sweat and come, pressed together in the heavy heat of the car.

Jae let out a ragged laugh against his ear, licking a hot stripe along the shell of it before whispering, breathless and smug, “You sweat so much… it’s so dirty.”

Brian huffed, his chest still rising and falling hard, and brought his free hand up to the back of Jae’s neck. His fingers tangled in the soaked strands of his hair, tugging just enough to make Jae lift his head. His eyes were dark, lips still wet when he growled, “Look who’s speaking.”

Jae’s smirk widened, lashes low, his breath still unsteady. He tilted his head into the pull of Brian’s hand, letting himself be held there, sticky and ruined, like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Brian crushed their mouths together again, the kiss wet and filthy, tongues tangling, both of them still panting into it. When Jae finally pulled back, he leaned away just enough that his spine pressed against the passenger seat in front of them. The angle forced Brian to look up at him from beneath, still buried inside, his shirt ruined and his chest heaving.

Jae dragged one hand down over Brian’s chest, smearing the mess he’d left there, feeling the sweat and heat under his palm. His lashes lowered, his lips curled into something sly, and his voice came out low and teasing, wrecked but deliberate.

“Do you think my father, your boss, would enjoy knowing…” He paused to press his thumb into Brian’s collarbone, trailing down over the sticky fabric. “…that you call me a whore? That you call me your whore?”

The words hung between them, hot and dangerous, daring Brian to answer.

Brian’s mouth curved into a slow, smug grin, his teeth catching the edge of his bottom lip as he looked up at Jae sprawled above him. His eyes glittered, dark and knowing, every inch of him radiating possession.

“Your father doesn’t need to know,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “Because you know. And I know.” His grin widened, sharper. “That’s enough.”

His hand slid up Jae’s thigh, fingers finding that spot he knew too well, the one that always made him shudder and lose composure. He pressed there firmly, rubbing slow circles, and Jae’s body jerked, a moan breaking free before he could bite it back.

Brian’s grin deepened at the sound. “There it is,” he said, low and taunting, his thumb pressing harder as Jae’s moans spilled into the close air of the car.

“My whore.”