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“JL! JL!”
The door to JL’s room burst open, and his best friend, Juwon, came in practically bouncing with excitement. He was grinning so wide it almost looked suspicious, the kind of grin that only meant he had news he couldn’t wait to spill.
JL, who was lying on his bed scrolling through his phone, frowned and sat up. “Ano na naman ‘yan? Ba’t parang may sunog?”
Juwon plopped himself down on the edge of the bed, eyes sparkling. “May paraan na para mapansin ka ni Hanseo!”
JL’s heart skipped at the sound of his crush’s name. He tried to keep his face neutral, but he could already feel the heat rising to his cheeks. “What do you mean? Anong pinagsasabi mo d’yan?”
“I swear, legit ‘to.” Juwon said, leaning closer like he was about to reveal state secrets. “Narinig ko si Hanseo kanina, kausap mga tropa niya sa cafeteria. Sabi niya...trip daw niya yung mga tao na may tattoo.”
JL blinked. “Tattoo?”
“Yep.” Juwon nodded eagerly, clearly enjoying the effect of his words. “And not just that. Sabi niya, sobrang nakaka-turn-on daw for him kapag yung tattoo, nandito—” He tapped his own hipbone with his finger, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “—sa bandang hips.”
JL stared at him like he had grown two heads. “You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Juwon raised a brow. “Come on, JL, this is your chance! Imagine yourself, may fresh tattoo sa hips. Hanseo sees it. Boom! Game over. He’s yours.”
JL groaned, running his hands over his face. “Juwon, takot nga ako sa karayom, tapos gusto mong magpatattoo ako?!”
“Eh di magpaka-lalaki ka na!” Juwon shot back, smirking. “Alam mo na kung ano weakness ng crush mo, bakit hindi mo gagamitin? Besides...” He paused dramatically, “...hindi ka naman mag-isa.”
JL peeked through his fingers. “Anong ibig mong sabihin?”
“My kuya.” Juwon leaned back, smug. “Si Kuya Steven. He’s literally one of the best tattoo artists around, tapos yung studio niya sa downtown lang. Kausapin mo siya. Sabihin mo ako nag-recommend. Promise, safe ka sa kanya.”
JL’s stomach dropped at the mention of Steven. Juwon’s older brother was...intimidating, to say the least.
He’d met him a few times in passing, always tall, always in black, always covered in ink and metal that made him look untouchable. The kind of guy JL tried not to make eye contact with for too long.
“Gusto mo lang ata akong patayin?” JL muttered. “Your brother scares the hell out of me.”
Juwon burst out laughing. “Scares you? Gaga, he’s chill. Medyo masungit lang tingnan kasi mukha siyang kontrabida sa K-drama. But trust me, you're in good hands. Lalo na since first tattoo mo ‘to.”
JL groaned again, collapsing back onto the bed.
A tattoo. Sa hips. For Hanseo.
Just the thought made his stomach swirl between excitement and dread.
“Wala ka nang choice.” Juwon added, standing up and dusting off his jeans. “I have an exam today, so hindi kita masasamahan. Pero wag kang mag-alala, Kuya Steven’s studio is clean, professional, and...well, ikaw na bahala kung kakayanin mong magpaka-cool in front of him.” He grinned wickedly. “Good luck, bestie. Don’t chicken out. Do it for love!”
And before JL could protest further, Juwon was already halfway out the door, leaving JL with nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat hammering in his chest.
Which was how he found himself an hour later standing in front of Kim Ink & Art, staring at the studio’s dark glass door with his reflection staring nervously back at him.
He took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside, only to come face to face with Steven Kim, who looked at him like a predator spotting easy prey.
JL shifted awkwardly, standing in the middle of Kim Ink & Art.
The place was quiet except for the soft hum of a machine in the back room, and the faint scent of disinfectant mixed with ink. His palms were sweaty in the pocket of his hoodie, and he couldn’t help glancing at the walls, lined with bold, framed tattoo art.
Dragons, skulls, mandalas, roses. Each one sharp and alive in color, as if ready to crawl out of the frames.
And then there was Steven.
He was lounging against the counter, one brow raised, arms folded across his chest. His tattoos looked like they belonged to another world entirely, winding across his arms like secrets written on skin. His lips curved in that lazy, dangerous smirk JL had always hated to admit made his stomach flip.
“Well, this is a surprise.” Steven drawled, his voice deep and smooth, laced with amusement. “Didn’t think you of all people would walk into my shop asking for ink.”
He gave JL a once-over, slow and deliberate. “Smooth skin, baby face, spotless as snow...Tell me, JL, are you sure you didn’t get lost on your way to a milk tea shop?”
JL bristled, cheeks heating at the way Steven’s eyes lingered on him.
“I’m not lost kaya!” he shot back, crossing his arms as if to shield himself. “I came here for a tattoo, okay? What’s so weird about that?”
Steven chuckled, low and condescending. “Everything.”
He pushed off the counter and walked toward JL, his steps unhurried, confident. “You look like the type who screams at flu shots. And now you’re telling me you’re ready for a tattoo? Sounds fake to me.”
JL scowled, even though the tips of his ears turned red. “Tch. Just because I don’t look like some badass gangster doesn’t mean I can’t get a tattoo. Don’t underestimate me, K-Kuya Steven.”
Steven’s grin widened, sharp enough to cut. “Oh, I’m not underestimating you. I just find it... entertaining.” His voice dipped low, lazy and teasing, as he leaned in, tilting his head. His eyes never left JL’s face, studying him like he was trying to peel away layers. “So then, baby face, tell me, what design are you planning to mark that soft skin with?”
JL straightened in his seat, spine stiff, refusing to let Steven’s closeness make him fold. His throat bobbed as he forced the words out, steady but a little too fast. “A skateboard.”
Steven actually blinked. It wasn’t the answer he’d been expecting.
“A skateboard, huh?” His brow arched, lips quirking. He rubbed his chin slowly, deliberately dragging out the silence as his gaze flicked over JL again, lingering a little too long. “Honestly, I figured you’d play it safe. A star. A flower. Maybe a heart. You know, one of those shitty little tattoos people regret after two weeks.”
JL rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying the pride he couldn’t hide. “Well, I’m not basic. And I actually like skateboarding, so at least mine has meaning.”
Steven hummed, deep and approving, tapping his fingers against his forearm as if keeping time with JL’s heartbeat. “Fair enough. Not bad. I’ll give you that.”
Then his smirk sharpened. His voice dipped into something lower, heavier. “So... where are we putting this skateboard? Don’t tell me you’re planning to stick it on your ankle or your wrist. That’d be too boring.”
JL hesitated.
He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, his pulse thudding so loud it nearly drowned his own voice. He muttered, almost too soft, “My hip.”
The silence that followed was different. He felt it catch in the air, thick and charged, like the pause before a storm breaks.
Steven froze for half a breath. His smirk faltered, only to return sharper, hungrier, like he’d just been handed a secret JL hadn’t meant to give.
“Your hip?” His laugh came low, curling in his chest, not mocking but edged with something dangerous.
JL clenched his jaw, wishing he could pull the word back into his mouth. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?”
Steven leaned back slightly, only so he could look at him properly. His grin turned slow, wicked, eyes glinting like he knew exactly what he was doing to JL. “Not a problem. Just...interesting. For a first tattoo, you went straight for the intimate zone. Bold choice, baby face. Real bold.”
JL’s cheeks burned, his glare sharper than he intended. “Stop calling me that.”
Steven moved in again, closer than before, close enough that JL could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting against his ear.
“Why?” His whisper curled low and taunting, intimate in a way that made JL’s skin prickle. “It suits you.”
JL’s hand shot up, shoving at his shoulder, not hard enough to move him far, but enough to break the moment before it snapped. Steven only laughed, the sound rough and amused, like JL’s defiance was exactly what he wanted.
Finally, Steven gestured toward the chair, still smirking like he’d already won something JL hadn’t realized he’d lost. “Alright, brat. Sit down. Let’s get started before you change your mind and run out crying.”
“I won’t cry, okay?!” JL muttered as he climbed onto the chair, trying to look casual. But his fingers curled tight around the armrest, white-knuckled, betraying just how much heat was burning through him.
Steven wheeled his stool over, setting his sketchpad and gloves on the tray beside them. He looked at JL again, the teasing smirk still firmly in place. “So tell me, why the sudden decision? Don’t tell me you woke up this morning and thought, You know what I need today? Permanent ink on my skin.”
JL looked away, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. “I just...wanted to. That’s all.”
Steven raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “That blush says otherwise.”
JL’s head snapped back to him. “I’m not blushing!”
“You are...” Steven teased, chuckling as he snapped his gloves on. “So, let me guess. You’re doing this for someone. A crush, maybe?”
JL’s face burned even hotter. He turned his head sharply, refusing to answer.
Steven smirked knowingly. “Gotcha. Para sa crush mo nga. Damn, whoever that is, they must be something if they made you walk in here trembling like a lamb.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “If I were your crush, JL...I’d already be impressed. With that face alone? You don’t need ink to get noticed.”
JL’s breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening at the unexpected compliment. He tried to roll his eyes, but his lips twitched as though fighting a smile. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“And you’re easy to read.” Steven winked.
JL groaned, covering his face with his hand.
“So who is this crush of yours?” Steven asked casually as he adjusted JL’s position on the chair, his hands firm but not rough, guiding him where he wanted him. “Gwapo ba? Mas gwapo pa sakin?”
JL let out a sharp huff, cheeks heating instantly. “See! You’re so full of yourself talaga! Can’t believe magkapatid kayo ni Ju.” He crossed his arms, pouting just enough to draw another low chuckle from Steven. “Stop teasing me and just do your job!”
“Alright, brat.” Steven leaned back a little, smirk tugging at his lips. “Hoodie off. Shirt up. Let me see where I’ll be working.”
JL froze, every muscle in his body stiffening. For a beat, he didn’t move, his mind screaming at him to just say no. But then, swallowing hard, he forced his arms to obey, tugging the hoodie over his head in one motion. The shirt came next, hesitant, slower, until pale skin came into view, the fabric caught just high enough to expose the sharp line of his hipbone.
Steven’s gaze dropped instantly. The playful glint in his eyes darkened, sharpened, and for a moment, it was too heavy, too lingering to be called professional. JL’s stomach tightened under the weight of it, heat crawling up his neck.
A low whistle slipped from Steven’s mouth.
“Well, damn...” he drawled, head tilting as though studying a piece of art. “No wonder you picked this spot. You’ve got good canvas.”
His smirk spread, curling wicked at the edges. “Almost too good. Makes me wonder if you’re trying to show off more than just a tattoo.”
JL’s jaw dropped, scandalized.
“Excuse me?!” His voice cracked at the end, which only made Steven laugh harder.
“Relax, baby face.” Steven’s tone was all mischief, eyes still fixed on that strip of bare skin. “Just saying...with skin like this, I might get distracted while I’m working.”
JL’s face burned. He smacked Steven’s arm in a flustered panic, the sound sharp against the older man’s sleeve. “You’re such a pervert!”
Steven didn’t even flinch.
He just grinned wider, like JL’s reaction was exactly what he’d been fishing for. Then, as if nothing had happened, he tugged on his gloves with deliberate slowness, the snap of latex punctuating the air before he reached for the disinfectant.
“And you’re ticklish.” Steven observed smoothly as his fingers brushed lightly over JL’s hip, the cool swipe of alcohol against skin making JL flinch.
JL jerked, shivering violently. “S-Stop that! Is that even necessary?”
His hand shot out to grab Steven’s wrist, but the older man only chuckled, not even pretending to pull away.
“Of course it’s necessary.” Steven’s voice was steady, but his grin was shameless as his thumb swept deliberately slow across JL’s waist. “I have to clean the skin and mark the stencil. That’s how it works.”
He paused then, long enough for JL to look at him, only to find Steven already watching, eyes glittering with something far more dangerous than amusement. His voice dropped low, intimate, curling right into JL’s ears.
“Unless...” Steven’s gloved fingers traced the dip of JL’s waist again, light, teasing, deliberate. “...you just don’t like how it feels.”
JL sucked in a breath, caught somewhere between outrage and something he didn’t want to name. His grip on the chair tightened until his knuckles went white. “Y-You’re insufferable.”
Steven just laughed, the sound deep and satisfied, like he’d won a round in a game JL hadn’t realized they were playing.
JL’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling faster. He couldn’t tell if it was nerves, the cold swipe of alcohol on his skin, or the heat of Steven’s touch that made him shiver. Maybe all of it at once.
Whatever it was, it was making him feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel in a tattoo chair.
And Steven knew it. Every teasing comment, every deliberate touch, it was like he was enjoying watching JL squirm.
“Relax...” Steven murmured, his voice low, coaxing, as he leaned in close enough that JL caught the faint scent clinging to him. It was warm, smoky, threaded with something woody and clean, dangerous in the way it wrapped around his senses, made it hard to think of anything else. “It’s just a needle. And me. You can handle that, can’t you, brat?”
JL’s throat went dry. He opened his mouth, then shut it again. Words refused to come out, caught somewhere between his pride and the strange, heavy pull in his stomach. The longer Steven stayed that close, the worse it grew, something fluttering, twisting, like nerves and something else tangled together. He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to stay still, to not give Steven the satisfaction of seeing him squirm.
His silence was answer enough. Steven’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “Kaya mo naman si Kuya, diba?”
His tone was playful, but there was an edge under it, a heat that made it sound more like a dare than a tease.
That snapped JL’s gaze to him. His eyes widened, heart thudding violently against his ribs, and for a split second he forgot to breathe. Steven’s face was so close, close enough that JL could see the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the curl of his smirk, the glint in his eyes like he was enjoying every second of JL’s unraveling.
JL’s chest rose and fell in a shaky breath before he managed to force the words out, soft but defiant. “Of course I can...Kuya.”
The word slipped out rough, foreign on his tongue, but once it did, the air between them shifted. His ears burned, his cheeks flushed, but he didn’t look away.
Steven stilled, grin freezing for the briefest moment before it returned sharper than before, his eyes narrowing like a predator who had just spotted a crack in its prey’s armor.
“Good.” he murmured, voice dipping lower, almost a growl. “Then don’t move. Let’s see just how much you can really handle.”
JL swallowed hard, gripping the chair tighter as heat crawled down his spine, unsure if Steven was talking about the tattoo anymore, or something else entirely.
The buzz of the tattoo machine filled the quiet studio, low and steady like a wasp trapped in a jar. JL flinched at the sound alone, his fingers tightening around the leather armrest. His chest rose and fell faster as Steven leaned over him, gloved hands steady, eyes sharp with focus.
“Relax, brat.” Steven murmured, adjusting the stencil carefully against JL’s hip. His thumb pressed against the skin there, warm even through the latex. “If you keep tensing like that, it’s gonna hurt more. You want it clean, right?”
JL nodded stiffly, forcing himself to unclench his shoulders. “Y-Yeah...okay. Just—bilisan mo lang.”
Steven chuckled, low and amused.
“Bilisan? No, baby face. Art takes time.” His lips quirked as he clicked the machine on. “But don’t worry, Kuya's here...I’ll take care of you.”
Before JL could roll his eyes, the needle touched down.
A sharp sting bloomed across his hip, making him suck in a breath through clenched teeth. His back arched slightly before he caught himself. “Ah—shit.”
“There it is.” Steven said smoothly, his tone irritatingly calm. “First line always surprises people. How’s it feel?”
JL hissed softly, trying not to squirm. “Like...like I’m being scratched by a demon.”
Steven laughed under his breath, his hand firm against JL’s skin to keep him steady. “Cute analogy. Though most people compare it to a cat scratch. But sure, let’s go with demon. Sounds more dramatic, fits you.”
“Shut up.” JL muttered, biting his lip as another sharp line burned across his hip. His fingers dug into the chair. “God, that stings...”
“Mhmm...” Steven hummed, leaning close enough that JL could feel his breath against his side. “Funny, though...the way you’re hissing? Doesn’t sound like you hate it.”
JL’s eyes snapped open, glaring at him. “You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?” Steven’s smirk deepened, his voice dipping into a teasing whisper. “Every time the needle touches you, you make these little sounds. Soft, shaky. Almost like you’re enjoying yourself.”
JL’s face flamed hot, his heart skipping. “S-Stop talking like that. You’re supposed to be professional.”
Steven tilted his head, pretending to think. “Professional? Sure. But it’s hard when you keep biting your lip like that. Makes me wonder if you’re trying to distract me...or yourself.”
JL turned his head sharply to the side, refusing to meet Steven’s eyes. He clenched his jaw, trying to bite down the sound rising in his throat. But when another wave of pain rippled through him, sharp, hot, tangled with something he couldn’t name, he lost control.
A sound slipped free. Too soft. Too raw.
“Hngh...”
The strangled moan hung in the air between them, fragile but impossible to take back.
Steven’s hand on the machine went rigid. His grip tightened until the veins in his forearm stood out, the hum of the needle vibrating harsher for a split second. His jaw flexed, muscle ticking hard as if he were grinding back words he shouldn’t say. JL swore he imagined it, the slight pause in Steven’s hand, the way his knuckles whitened, but then the older man’s voice came, lower, rougher, and all too real.
“Careful, brat...” The words scraped out, closer to a growl than a tease. “If you keep making sounds like that, I might forget I’m working on your skin and start thinking about...other things.”
JL’s breath hitched violently. Heat flooded his stomach, spreading like fire he couldn’t put out. His mind screamed.
This is wrong, this is Kuya Steven, Juwon’s brother, the one who never even looked at you twice at dinners.
And yet...his body betrayed him, trembling under Steven’s touch, every nerve alive, every brush of gloved fingers against his skin burning hotter than the needle itself.
“N-Nahihibang ka na talaga.” JL forced the words out, desperate for them to sound sharp, dismissive. But his voice cracked in the middle, weak and trembling, and he hated himself for it.
Steven’s chuckle came low and dark, nothing like his usual mocking laugh. This one sounded tight, restrained, like it cost him to let it out at all. He pressed the needle back into JL’s skin, movements deliberate, slower than before, steady, careful, as if control was all he had left to hold onto.
“Maybe.” Steven admitted, the single word heavy. His breath brushed JL’s ear as he leaned closer, each syllable rough, dragged out of him. “Or maybe I just know how to read people. And right now...” His lips hovered just shy of JL’s skin, his restraint taut like a wire ready to snap. “...you’re an open book.”
JL squeezed his eyes shut, knuckles white where they clutched the chair, because Steven’s words weren’t just teasing anymore. They were a promise, and that terrified him more than the needle ever could.
JL’s pulse thundered in his throat. He wanted to push him away, tell him to shut up, but the words stuck. All he managed was another bitten-back moan as the sting flared again.
Steven hummed approvingly. “That’s it. Breathe through it. You’re doing good, brat.” His tone turned almost mocking, but softer too, like he was coaxing the sound out of JL. “Funny...you’re tougher than you look. But cuter, too, when you’re struggling.”
JL’s entire body burned. “S-Stop calling me cute!”
Steven smirked without looking up, his hand steady as ever. “Then stop acting like it.”
For a long stretch, the only sounds were the buzz of the needle, JL’s shaky breaths, and the occasional quiet hiss escaping his lips. Every time he tried to clamp down on them, Steven would whisper something, always with that maddening double edge.
“Relax, baby face... don’t fight it.”
“See? Not so bad. You can take it.”
“Mm. That blush is distracting me more than the tattoo.”
JL didn’t know if Steven was trying to help him forget the pain or if he was deliberately making it worse. Either way, it wasn’t helping his heart. Not one bit.
And when JL dared to glance at him, to look at the curve of his mouth, the tattoos peeking from under his sleeve, the way his eyes darkened every time JL let out another sound—he realized something terrifying.
Steven didn’t just make him nervous.
He made him want.
JL wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying there, minutes, hours, it all blurred together under the steady sting of the needle and the heat of Steven’s teasing presence. All he knew was that when the buzzing finally stopped, his whole body sagged with relief.
Steven leaned back, setting the machine aside with practiced ease. “There. First tattoo done.” His voice carried that smug edge, like he knew JL had been counting the seconds. “Not bad, brat. You survived.”
JL let out a shaky laugh, still clutching the armrest. “Barely.”
His cheeks were flushed, his breathing uneven. He didn’t know if it was from the pain or from...everything else.
“Barely is still alive.” Steven said, amusement in his tone. He grabbed a small tube and squeezed some cream onto his gloved fingers before gently spreading it over the fresh tattoo. The skin there was red and angry, but Steven’s touch was steady, careful. “You’ll feel the sting for a few days. That’s normal. But this cream will help with the healing.”
JL bit his lip, flinching at the coolness of the ointment. “Kinda feels weird.”
“That’s your skin saying what the fuck did you just do to me.” Steven chuckled. “Get used to it.”
When he finished, he helped JL sit up carefully. The younger boy’s legs felt a little weak, and Steven’s hand on his elbow lingered longer than necessary.
JL swallowed, unsure what to do next. “So...now what?”
“Now...” Steven said, turning away to start cleaning his tools, “I give you the boring lecture about aftercare so you don’t screw up my work.”
He set the used needles aside, disinfecting and sorting everything with the same efficiency he’d shown in the tattooing itself.
“Listen carefully, brat.” Steven continued, his voice slipping into something firmer, almost authoritative. “You need to keep that area clean. Gently wash it once or twice a day with unscented soap and lukewarm water, no scrubbing, just your hand. Then pat it dry. After that, apply a thin layer of cream, like this one, to keep it from drying out. Don’t drown it, just enough to cover.”
JL nodded obediently, watching his hands move.
“No scratching, no peeling off scabs when they form. Let them fall off on their own. Don’t soak it either, and no swimming, no long hot baths. Showers only. And...” Steven turned, pointing a gloved finger at JL with mock sternness, “Absolutely no sun exposure until it heals. UV will mess up the colors and you’ll regret it.”
“Got it.” JL replied quickly, though his voice was still a little unsteady, betraying how much the session had gotten to him. His fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt as if to ground himself. “Anything else?”
Steven hummed, rolling his shoulders as though debating whether to continue. Then he set the ointment tube aside and crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps. JL barely had time to blink before Steven was standing directly in front of him, close enough that JL could smell that same smoky, woody cologne clinging faintly to his shirt.
And then Steven’s hand moved, catching the edge of JL’s shirt and lifting it without warning.
“Hey—!” JL squeaked, voice cracking as he jerked back a little. His face burned hot the second the cool air brushed over his bare skin.
“Relax.” Steven’s voice was smooth, steady, but his eyes, dark, sharp, glinted with something else entirely. “I’m showing you how to clean it properly. Watching isn’t enough. Baka makalimutan mo.”
JL wanted to argue, but the words tangled uselessly in his throat. His breath hitched instead, stuck in his chest, when Steven squeezed cream onto his fingertips and touched his hip.
The first brush was cold, a sharp shock that made him flinch. But beneath it was Steven’s hand, steady, firm, heat bleeding through the thin layer of glove, pressing slowly into the sensitive curve of JL’s waist.
His touch wasn’t rushed, no, Steven took his time, smoothing the cream into skin with maddening care, fingers dragging just a fraction slower than they needed to.
JL’s stomach tightened, his chest rising and falling faster. The sting of the healing tattoo mixed with the warmth of Steven’s touch until it was too much, too tangled to separate.
And then, against his will, against everything in him, JL’s lips parted, and a sound escaped.
Soft. Shaky. Involuntary.
A quiet moan.
"Hnghh~"
Steven’s hand froze mid-motion. The silence that followed was brutal. His head tilted up slowly, his gaze locking onto JL’s face.
Wide eyes. Flushed cheeks. Panic written across every line of JL’s expression.
For a long, heavy second, neither of them moved. The only sound was JL’s uneven breathing, the faint hum of the studio lights. The air felt too dense, too thick, like even the walls were holding their breath.
Steven’s jaw tightened. His hand, still resting against JL’s hip, flexed once before going rigid again, as though he were physically restraining himself from pushing further. His eyes flicked down, lingered for half a beat too long on JL’s parted lips, before snapping back up with effort.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, strained, a growl half-swallowed. “...Careful, brat. You keep making sounds like that, I might forget I’m supposed to be teaching you, and start thinking about something else entirely.”
JL’s pulse thundered in his ears. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, scrambling for something, anything, to say.
“Y-You’re imagining things...” he whispered, though his voice cracked, trembling as if even he didn’t believe himself. His hands clenched tightly in his lap, nails digging into his palms, because if he let them move, he knew exactly where they’d want to go.
“Am I?” Steven leaned closer, his lips almost brushing JL’s ear, his hand still resting warm against the cream-slicked skin of his hip. “Because it doesn’t feel like imagination right now.”
Then he leaned back a fraction, but his hand remained on JL’s hip, fingers pressing just enough to remind him of the contact. His smirk returned, small, sharp, but his eyes betrayed him. They burned, heavy with restraint, with want, with something JL wasn’t sure he was ready to name.
The studio was silent, but it was no longer empty. The air was alive, vibrating with tension, with the promise of something neither of them dared to cross. Not yet.
JL’s eyes darted away, his blush deepening, but he didn’t push Steven back. His heart hammered so loud he swore Steven could hear it.
For a moment, Steven just looked at him. Really looked.
Their faces were close enough that JL could make out every detail, the faint shadow of stubble along Steven’s jaw, the sharp line of his nose, and, most distracting of all, the flecks of warm brown hidden in his otherwise dark eyes.
The stare was unyielding, like Steven was peeling him apart without a word. JL’s chest tightened, breath caught somewhere high in his throat.
Then Steven’s voice came, softer than before, heavier, thick with something JL didn’t dare name.
“You know what I want right now?” His thumb moved, a slow, deliberate brush across JL’s skin, sparking a shiver that ran down his side. “Hm? Gusto mo bang malaman anong iniisip ni Kuya ngayon?”
JL’s first instinct was to scoff, to throw back some sarcastic line, no thanks, bahala ka sa buhay mo. But the words stuck. Curiosity gnawed at him, twined with the dangerous heat building low in his stomach. Against his better judgment, his lips shaped the word before his mind could stop him.
“Ano?”
Steven didn’t hesitate.
His gaze dropped briefly to JL’s lips, then snapped back up with razor focus. “I want to kiss you. Right here, right now.”
His voice was rough, like gravel dragged across silk. He leaned in just a fraction closer, his breath warm against JL’s cheek. “If you don’t want that, push me away. Tell me no.”
JL froze.
His heart slammed so hard against his ribs it almost hurt. The words hung between them like a live wire, humming with intent, daring him to move, to choose.
He could laugh it off. He could shove Steven back and pretend none of this ever happened. Walk out and lock this moment away in the dark where it would never see daylight.
But he didn’t.
Instead, JL forced himself to meet Steven’s gaze head-on.
His lips parted slightly, his breath unsteady, chest rising and falling faster with every second that ticked by. His eyes were wide, but there was no panic in them now, just the weight of a choice he wasn’t making out loud.
And so he let the silence answer for him.
The air grew heavier, suffocating in its intensity. Steven’s hand, still pressed against his skin, twitched once, betraying the restraint he was clinging to. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as though the effort of holding himself back was tearing at him.
“...Brat,” he muttered, the word strained, almost broken, as though it was the only thing anchoring him. His forehead brushed against JL’s for the briefest, trembling second, but he didn’t close the distance. Not yet.
Because he had given JL the choice, and right now, JL’s silence was both permission and torment.
That was all the answer Steven needed.
"Tangina."
With a low curse, Steven closed the distance, his mouth pressing against JL’s in a kiss that was nothing like the lazy smirks he’d been throwing all day. It was hungry, firm, claiming. JL gasped, his hands instinctively clutching Steven’s shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
Steven deepened the kiss instantly, tilting his head, his tongue brushing against JL’s lip in demand. JL let out a soft, helpless sound, opening for him without thinking. Their mouths moved together in a messy, heated rhythm, lips sliding, teeth grazing.
JL felt dizzy, overwhelmed, his nerves shot from the sting of the tattoo and the fire of Steven’s kiss. He’d never been kissed like this before, like someone was trying to memorize the taste of him, like someone couldn’t get enough.
Steven’s hand slid up from his hip to his waist, fingers pressing into his skin with just enough force to ground him. His other hand cradled the back of JL’s neck, holding him in place as if he might run.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
“Fuck...” Steven muttered, his thumb stroking the side of JL’s jaw. “You have no idea what you just started, brat.”
JL, flushed and breathless, stared at him with wide eyes. His lips were swollen, his chest rising and falling fast. And despite everything, the sting in his hip, the fact that this was his best friend’s brother, the danger of it all, his only reply was a shaky whisper.
“Then...don’t stop.”
JL didn’t even know how it happened. One moment, he was still sitting on the leather chair, his lips swollen and trembling from Steven’s kiss, his heart beating so fast it felt like it would give out. The next thing he knew, he was on a bed, his back sinking into soft sheets upstairs, in the small loft above the tattoo parlor.
He didn’t remember the climb up, didn’t remember the steps. All he remembered was the heat of Steven’s mouth on his, the solid weight of him pressed close, and the dizzying rush of having his legs wrapped around Steven’s waist as he was carried upstairs like he weighed nothing.
Now, Steven was kissing him again, hot, hungry, relentless. Their mouths collided in a messy clash of teeth and tongues, each kiss stealing what little breath JL had left. He tried to keep up, but Steven overwhelmed him, devouring every sound he made until all JL could do was moan softly into his mouth, helpless and pliant beneath him.
Steven’s hands moved with purpose, sliding beneath JL’s shirt, palms gliding over heated skin as he tugged the fabric upward, inch by agonizing inch. JL gasped when the cool air hit his body, every nerve sparking, his frame trembling at the deliberate touches. Yet even in his urgency, Steven was careful, his hands never strayed near JL’s fresh tattoo, skirting the sensitive skin with almost reverent precision, like he knew exactly where not to push.
When the shirt was finally pulled over JL’s head and tossed carelessly aside, Steven sat back just far enough to look at him. His gaze roamed slowly, drinking in the sight of JL’s bare torso, and for a moment he didn’t speak. His chest rose and fell heavily, as though the sight itself had knocked the breath from him.
“Putangina...” The curse ripped from him, low and raw, thick with want. His hand dragged slowly down JL’s chest, fingers tracing the faint ridges of muscle before skimming over the flat plane of his stomach. His touch was maddeningly light, but the heat in his eyes made JL shiver all the same. “Do you even know what you’re doing to me, brat?”
JL’s face flamed crimson. His chest heaved, rising and falling too fast, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as if to stop the sounds threatening to spill.
“K-Kuya...” His voice cracked, trembling with something dangerously close to plea.
Steven leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of JL’s ear, his breath hot against sensitive skin.
“Kanina pa ako nahihirapan...” His voice was low, roughened, straining at the edges of restraint. “The way you lifted your shirt earlier, showing me that hip...fuck.” His teeth grazed the curve of JL’s ear before his mouth trailed lower, whispering against the tender line of his jaw. “You didn’t even notice, did you? How much your body was begging to be touched.”
JL gasped, his hands gripping tight at the sheets. He didn’t know if he wanted to shield himself or drag Steven impossibly closer.
“K-Kuya...” The word tumbled out again, weaker this time, more desperate.
Steven smirked against his skin, the sound of his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl.
“Look at you...” His lips brushed along JL’s jaw, his nose nuzzling lightly before trailing downward. “Ganda ng katawan mo, baby. It’s like a blank canvas. At gusto kong markahan ito ng paulit-ulit...until you forget your own name.”
JL’s breath stuttered, a shiver running through his body, but before he could muster a reply, Steven’s mouth pressed against his collarbone. The kiss was hot, open-mouthed, then harsher—his lips sucking hard until JL’s pale skin flushed red beneath him.
“A-Ahh—Steven!” The cry slipped out, sharp, startled, JL arching against him instinctively, back bowing as heat shot straight through him.
“That’s it...” Steven murmured, his voice vibrating against JL’s skin, his tongue soothing before his teeth grazed again, this time biting down just enough to make JL cry out louder. “Let me hear you. Don’t hide it.”
His hand slid lower, resting on JL’s hip, thumb brushing dangerously close to the fresh ink but never quite touching it, teasing, threatening. The combination of pain, pleasure, and Steven’s voice unraveling in his ear left JL trembling, caught between wanting to push him away and never wanting him to stop.
JL’s moans filled the small room as Steven moved lower, leaving trails of dark, blooming marks along his neck, collarbones, and chest. Each kiss was hot, each bite deliberate, as if Steven wanted to carve himself into JL’s body in a way that would last for days.
Steven pulled back slightly, admiring his work with a wicked grin. The sight of JL flushed and trembling beneath him, his pale skin littered with angry red love bites, made his chest tighten with desire.
“Look at you, baby.” Steven said huskily, brushing his thumb over a fresh mark on JL’s chest. “So good for me, moaning like that. Ang dali mong basahin. Every sound you make—fuck, it’s driving me insane.”
JL squeezed his eyes shut, but another moan broke free when Steven’s mouth closed around his nipple, tongue flicking before he bit down gently.
“Ahh—Kuya—nngh!”
Steven chuckled against his skin, his voice vibrating against JL’s chest. “Hmm, that’s it. Keep moaning like that. Wala ka nang choice ngayon...your body’s mine to mark, mine to taste.”
JL’s hands found their way to Steven’s shoulders, clutching helplessly as if that could anchor him. His whole body was alive with heat, every nerve ending set on fire by Steven’s mouth and hands.
Steven trailed kisses up to his throat again, biting just below JL’s jaw, hard enough to make the younger gasp. “You don’t get it, do you? Kanina pa ako nai-excite...nagpipigil...watching you act all bratty sa shop. Pero the moment you lifted that shirt, I knew...gusto kitang ubusin.”
JL whimpered, trying to catch his breath. “S-Steven, please...”
“Please, what?” Steven demanded, lifting his head to look JL straight in the eyes. His thumb brushed across JL’s swollen bottom lip, smearing the moisture there. “Say it. What do you want Kuya to do, hmm?”
JL swallowed hard, his words trembling. “Mark me...more.”
Steven’s grin was feral. “Good boy.”
And with that, he lowered his mouth again, claiming JL’s neck with another bruising kiss, each one deeper, hungrier, and darker than the last. JL moaned louder now, his body arching, giving in completely to the way Steven was devouring him, piece by piece, mark by mark.
Steven’s mouth was relentless, hot and wet against JL’s skin as he worked his way down. From the sharp bites on his collarbones, down the smooth plane of his chest, he kissed, licked, and sucked every inch like he wanted to memorize him with his mouth. JL’s head fell back against the pillow, his lips parting in a string of breathless moans.
Then Steven’s kisses slowed as he reached JL’s stomach. His hand splayed against JL’s side, careful not to graze too close to the fresh ink. But he didn’t ignore it either. He leaned down, and with an almost reverent gentleness, pressed a feather-light kiss just next to the reddened patch of skin where the tattoo lay hidden under a thin protective film.
JL’s breath hitched, his whole body trembling.
Steven smirked against his skin, his voice low and husky.
“If it wasn’t fresh, baby...I’d have licked it. Right there, on that ink. Gusto ko sanang tikman.” He lifted his gaze to JL’s flushed face, lips curling into a smirk. “Pero syempre, we gotta keep it clean, yeah? Next time, though...” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “...next time I’ll make sure your tattoo gets a lot of love.”
The words hit JL like lightning.
Next time.
His heart stuttered painfully in his chest at the implication, and the thought alone made his cock twitch against the fabric of his pants. He let out a helpless moan, covering his face with his hands as if he could hide from the weight of Steven’s voice.
Steven chuckled, prying JL’s hands away and pinning them to the sheets. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see every reaction.”
With practiced ease, Steven’s fingers hooked into JL’s waistband.
“Let’s get these off, hmm?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was heat beneath it that made JL’s stomach flip.
JL stiffened when he felt his pants and boxers being tugged down in one smooth motion, his legs shifting nervously. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, twitching against his stomach. Immediately, JL’s hands moved to cover himself, his face turning crimson.
“W-Wait—Steven!”
“None of that.” Steven’s tone was sharp but not unkind as he gently caught JL’s wrists and pinned them back to his sides. His eyes drank him in hungrily, lingering on the flushed hardness before him. He let out a groan, low and guttural. “Fuck. Ang ganda ng tite mo, baby.”
JL squirmed, his whole body tensing. “Stop saying that—”
“Why?” Steven interrupted, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over the head of JL’s cock without touching. “It’s true. Pretty cock for a pretty boy.”
His hand wrapped slowly around JL’s shaft, giving it a gentle stroke that had JL arching off the bed with a gasp.
“Ahhh—”
Steven smirked at the reaction, his thumb circling the leaking tip.
“So sensitive. Ang sarap 'mong panoorin.” He looked up, eyes dark and burning into JL’s. “You know what’s crazy? I’ve never done this before.”
JL blinked, dazed. “H-Huh?”
“Never gone down on anyone.” Steven admitted, his lips brushing the side of JL’s thigh. “Pero for you? I want to. I need to. Just the thought of tasting you is driving me insane.”
JL’s head spun. He wanted to say something, maybe to protest, maybe to ask if Steven was serious, but before the words could even form, Steven’s mouth was on him.
Hot. Wet. Unforgiving.
Steven’s lips wrapped around the head of JL’s cock and then slid down, taking him in deeper, inch by inch, until the younger boy was crying out, fists twisting the sheets.
“F-Fuck—ahhh, Steven!” JL’s moan cracked, high and desperate. His hips jerked upward before he even realized it, forcing Steven to take more.
Steven groaned around him, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight through JL’s spine. He pulled back just slightly, saliva glistening on his lips as he licked across the shaft with a filthy sound. “Mmm. You taste better than I imagined. So sweet, baby.”
JL’s face burned, his chest heaving. “S-Stop talking like that—”
But his protest was cut off by a strangled moan when Steven swallowed him down again, bobbing his head with a rhythm that was almost obscene. His hand worked what his mouth couldn’t reach, twisting and stroking in time, while his tongue teased the underside with every pull.
"H-Haaaa~"
JL was unraveling beneath him, moans spilling out uncontrollably. Every time he looked down, he was met with the sight of Steven Kim, his best friend’s older brother, on his knees between his legs, lips stretched around his cock, eyes looking up at him like he was starving. The image alone nearly undid him.
Steven pulled back again, panting slightly, his chin wet. He smirked, giving JL’s shaft a long, slow lick from base to tip before letting the words drip like poison and honey all at once.
“God, JL... I told you. I’ve never done this before. But for you...” His lips pressed another kiss against the sensitive head. “...for you, I’ll make it perfect.”
JL’s moan was broken, his thighs trembling on either side of Steven’s shoulders. “Kuya—ahhh—Steven, I—I can’t—”
Steven silenced him by swallowing him down again, deeper this time, until JL’s vision blurred and his body arched helplessly off the bed. Every nerve was on fire, and all he could do was clutch at the sheets, biting his lip to keep from screaming.
JL’s entire body tensed, then shattered.
His back arched hard off the bed, a ragged cry ripping from his throat as he spilled hot and heavy down Steven’s throat. His hands flew to his mouth, muffling the desperate moans that wouldn’t stop escaping him, his thighs trembling violently around Steven’s head.
Steven didn’t pull back. Not even when JL’s body kept jerking with the aftershocks. He took every drop, swallowing greedily, his throat moving around JL’s release like he was savoring the taste. Only when JL collapsed limply back onto the bed did Steven finally pull off, dragging his tongue slowly across the sensitive tip, making JL twitch and whimper.
When Steven lifted his head, his lips were wet, his chin glistening, and his smirk downright sinful. He opened his mouth slightly, letting JL see the faint evidence on his tongue before he swallowed with a low, satisfied groan.
“Fuck.” Steven rasped, licking his lips like he’d just tasted something decadent.
His dark eyes never left JL’s. “You taste so good, baby. Sweet, a little salty...nakaka-adik.” He leaned forward, dragging a kiss along JL’s hip, so close to the tattoo but deliberately avoiding it. “Pwede kong gawin ‘to araw-araw. Just feeding on you. Would you let me? Would you let Kuya?”
JL let out a strangled sound, face blazing red, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “S-Steven, stop saying stuff like that!”
Steven chuckled low in his throat, clearly pleased at how wrecked JL looked. “Why? You’re blushing so hard, pero your pretty cock’s already twitching again. Don’t pretend you don’t love hearing it.”
JL hid his face with his arm, groaning in embarrassment, but his entire body betrayed him, shivering, flushed, needy.
Before he could even recover, Steven’s hands were on him again, big palms sliding under JL’s thighs. JL yelped when Steven suddenly folded him, pushing his knees up toward his chest, spreading him open shamelessly on the bed.
“W-Wait, what are you—” JL started, panic flashing across his face.
But the question died on his lips the moment Steven’s tongue pressed against his hole.
“Ahhhhh!” JL screamed, his head flying back, eyes rolling as every muscle in his body spasmed at the new, overwhelming sensation. "Ah—shit! Tangina!"
Steven groaned against him, the vibration sending shudders through JL’s entire frame. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t tease, he dove in like a starving man, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle and lapping at him like he was tasting something he’d been craving for years.
JL clawed helplessly at the sheets, his thighs trembling as Steven held him open, refusing to let him close. “F-Fuck! Steven! Oh my god—hgnhhh!”
Steven pulled back just enough to smirk against the sensitive skin, his voice muffled but dripping with filth. “Shit, baby...you’re so tight. Ang sarap ng lasa mo, parang ginawa ka para kainin ko.”
Then his tongue was back, thrusting in and out, swirling, dragging obscene wet sounds out of JL’s body. JL could barely breathe, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity. Every flick of Steven’s tongue made his toes curl, made his voice break into whimpers and sobs of pleasure.
“Uhhhnngh—s-stop! Steven...ahhhh!” JL cried, though his hands betrayed him, clutching desperately at Steven’s hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. "H-Haaa...fuck! Sarap—"
Steven growled approvingly, sucking hard around the rim before plunging his tongue deeper again, fucking him with wet, sloppy precision. He pulled back only to drag his tongue slowly up and down, licking into JL like he was savoring every drop, then swirling cruelly around the rim until JL’s thighs quivered violently.
“You hear that?” Steven’s voice was hoarse, breathless, his lips glistening with JL’s slickness as he pressed another kiss against the twitching rim. “That’s the sound of me eating you out. So fucking messy. So fucking good. You’re gonna make me addicted to your taste.”
JL’s entire body jolted as Steven sucked again, harder this time, and his voice broke into a scream, “S-Steven, I—ahhhhhh!”
His hips bucked wildly, helpless against the relentless assault of Steven’s tongue.
Steven groaned in satisfaction, plunging back in, his grip on JL’s thighs iron-strong as he devoured him like he was the last meal he’d ever have.
But Steven didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. His tongue was relentless, plunging in deep, swirling, flicking, dragging wet sounds from JL’s body that filled the quiet loft like music. JL was already trembling, his legs quaking in Steven’s grip, when he suddenly felt a new sensation, Steven’s finger pressing against him, slick with spit.
“Ahhh—Kuya—w-wait! What—” JL gasped, his hands flying to Steven’s hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. "H-Holy shit...hnghhh~"
Steven smirked against him, his tongue still working mercilessly. He pulled back just enough to rasp, voice hoarse and dripping with filth, “Relax, baby. Let me stretch you. Gusto kong makita kang mabaliw sa sarap.”
Before JL could answer, Steven’s tongue was back at his rim, licking hot and wet, while his finger pressed slowly inside.
“FUCK!” JL screamed, his back arching off the bed, the intrusion sending a shock of pleasure and pain spiraling through him. "Haaaaaa~"
Steven groaned like it was his own pleasure, thrusting his finger in deeper, curling it just enough to make JL choke on a sob. “Shit, you’re so tight. Parang kinakain ng katawan mo daliri ko. You don’t even know how hot you sound right now.”
“St-Steven! It’s—it feels—hnghhhhh!” JL’s voice broke into moans as Steven’s tongue and finger worked together, one thrusting, one licking, overwhelming him completely.
“That’s it.” Steven coaxed, his tone low and commanding. “Open up for me. You want more, don’t you?”
JL shook his head, tears in his eyes, but his body betrayed him—his hips rocking helplessly against Steven’s mouth. “N-No, I—ahhhh, f-fuck, please!”
Steven chuckled darkly, slipping in a second finger while his tongue teased the rim around them. JL’s scream tore from his throat, his body thrashing as pleasure shot white-hot through him.
“God, listen to you.” Steven murmured, his lips dragging across the slick skin. “Moaning like a slut for my fingers. Para kang sarili kong puta. Would you like that, JL? Would you like being mine to use, over and over?”
JL’s answer was a broken cry, his voice trembling. “I—I don’t—ahhh! Steven! Oh my god!”
Steven curled his fingers just right, brushing against that spot inside that made JL’s whole body convulse.
“There it is...” Steven groaned, his mouth latching onto the rim and sucking hard. “Fuck, you’re clenching so good. You’re close, aren’t you?”
JL shook his head again, but his moans grew louder, spilling freely, his voice raw. “N-No—ahhh, I—I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Do it.” Steven commanded, his tone sharp, hungry. “Cum for me. Cum while I’m tongue-fucking you, while my fingers are inside you. Show me how good I make you feel, baby.”
The words shattered him. JL’s entire body arched violently, his thighs clamping around Steven’s head as he screamed his release, his cock untouched yet spilling hot across his own stomach. Tears streaked his cheeks, his voice hoarse from moaning, his body convulsing as Steven kept licking, sucking, and thrusting through every aftershock.
Steven groaned, savoring the taste, his mouth never leaving JL until the boy collapsed back onto the bed, trembling, ruined, and gasping for breath. When he finally pulled back, Steven’s lips and chin were glistening, his smirk absolutely feral.
He dragged his fingers from JL slowly, deliberately, making him whimper from the overstimulation. He pressed one last kiss against JL’s rim, then leaned up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fuck, baby.” he rasped, his eyes burning into JL’s dazed ones. “The way you came from just my tongue and fingers...you’re gonna kill me. Ang sarap mo. I could eat you forever.”
JL could only whimper in response, his body still twitching, his lips swollen, his chest heaving.
Steven didn’t give JL a chance to recover. The younger was still trembling, chest heaving, but Steven’s hunger was endless. He kissed up JL’s thighs, wet trails of saliva marking every inch until he was back at the center of him, eyes dark with lust.
“Baby...” Steven growled softly, spreading JL open with both hands. “Look at you. Sobrang basang-basa ka na because of me. Ang sarap mong kainin, parang di ko kayang tumigil.”
JL whimpered, trying to close his legs, but Steven pinned them open easily. “S-Steven...I-I can’t, sobra na...hnghh please...”
Steven only smirked, dragging his tongue in one long, deliberate stripe over JL’s rim before plunging back in. JL screamed, the sound bouncing off the walls, his body bowing off the bed as pleasure tore through him again.
“Fuck yes.” Steven groaned against him, his voice vibrating through JL’s skin. “That sound, god, JL, ang ganda mong umungol. Every moan you give me, gusto ko pang dagdagan. You’re mine, baby. Mine to ruin.”
JL clawed at the sheets, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as Steven’s tongue fucked him deep again, faster, harder, relentless. Then Steven slid two fingers back in, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. JL’s whole body convulsed, his throat ripping out broken sobs.
“Steven! Oh my god—ahhh! Hindi ko—hindi ko na kaya!” JL cried, his voice raw.
“Yes, you can, baby.” Steven coaxed, pressing a kiss against the stretched rim before diving back in. “You’re doing so fucking well. Ang galing-galing mo. Your body was made for me.”
He thrust his fingers deeper, his tongue working in tandem, and JL completely lost it. His moans turned into high-pitched cries, his thighs shaking violently, his cock already hard again despite having just released.
“You feel that?” Steven’s voice was low, gravelly, wet with spit. “That’s me making you a mess. Nobody’s ever gonna touch you like this. Nobody’s gonna make you scream like I do. Tignan mo sarili mo, JL, moaning, begging, sobbing for me. Ang perfect mo, baby. Kuya's own little slut.”
JL’s head shook frantically against the pillow, his voice breaking. “P-Please, Steven, please! I’m—I’m gonna—”
Steven latched his mouth tight, sucking obscenely while thrusting his fingers deep, and that was all it took. JL shattered again, his entire body spasming violently as hot ropes spilled untouched from his cock, coating his stomach and chest.
His scream tore raw from his throat, his vision flashing white as he came undone.
Steven didn’t stop until JL was writhing, sobbing from the overstimulation, his body twitching uncontrollably. Only then did he finally pull back, his lips and chin glistening, his fingers drenched. He looked ruined himself, hair messy, eyes wild, lips swollen.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned down at JL, feral and desperate. “Shit, baby...you came so hard. Ang sarap ng mga ungol mo, parang musika. And fuck, the way your hole clenched on my fingers, parang ayaw akong pakawalan.”
JL could only gasp, his face red, his chest rising and falling fast. He looked so dazed, so fucked-out already.
Steven leaned over him, pressing messy kisses along JL’s jaw, whispering filth between every brush of his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you, baby, flushed, trembling, covered in cum. Para kang obra maestra. My masterpiece.”
JL whimpered, clinging weakly to Steven’s shoulders. “St-Steven... please... I-I don’t know if I can...”
Steven chuckled darkly, nipping at JL’s ear. “You can, baby. And you will. You’ve taken my mouth, my fingers...ngayon naman, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you choking my cock.”
JL’s eyes flew wide, breath stuttering. “W-What—”
But Steven was already reaching to the side, grabbing a small foil packet from his drawer. His hands shook just slightly as he tore it open, the sight alone making JL’s stomach flip.
Steven kissed him deeply, hungrily, as he stroked himself, coating his length. He groaned into JL’s mouth, muttering filth between kisses.
“Baby, you’re so tight, so perfect...gagawin kitang akin. You’ll feel me every time you breathe. I swear, di na kita pakakawalan.”
He spread JL’s legs wider, positioning himself carefully, his control hanging by a thread. He looked into JL’s eyes, voice rough and low.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Steven hovered above JL, lips brushing his ear, his cock heavy and slick in his hand as he stroked himself lazily. He pressed teasing kisses along JL’s jaw, whispering filth that made the younger tremble beneath him.
“Relax ka lang, baby.” Steven murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna make you feel so good, mapapamura ka sa sarap. All you have to do is let me in.”
JL whimpered, his legs twitching against Steven’s sides, his body already pliant from the overstimulation. “S-Steven...hindi ko alam if I can take it...”
Steven chuckled darkly, grinding his cock along JL’s entrance without pushing in, making him shudder. “Oh, you’ll take it, baby. Ang ganda ng katawan mo oh, parang ginawa ka talaga para sa ‘kin. I can already feel you clenching, waiting for me.”
He kissed JL again, swallowing his shaky moan before pulling back to look him in the eye. “Pero di ako magmamadali. I want you begging for it. I want to hear you say na gusto mo ako sa loob mo.”
JL turned his head away, face flaming. “N-No way...I-I’m not gonna say that.”
Steven only smirked, dragging the fat head of his cock over JL’s rim, smearing precum across the sensitive skin. JL gasped, back arching, his hands fisting the sheets.
“Fuck, baby.” Steven groaned. “You feel that? That’s me, right at your entrance. Imagine how good it’s gonna be when I slide inside, when I stretch you open and fill you up. Gusto mo ‘yon, diba?”
“Ahhh—!” JL cried, his hips twitching involuntarily at the sensation. “St-Steven, stop teasing...”
Steven licked a slow stripe up JL’s throat before sucking a bruise just below his ear. “Not until you say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
“I-I...” JL’s voice cracked, his eyes squeezing shut.
Steven pushed just the tip against him, enough to breach the first ring of muscle before pulling back, making JL cry out at the empty loss.
“Fuck, ang sikip mo,” Steven hissed, his control fraying. “You’re choking me already and I haven’t even put it in. Tangina, baby, you’re gonna drive me insane. I need to be inside you so bad.”
JL’s body was shaking, caught between need and pride, but every graze, every hot whisper from Steven was breaking him down.
“Please...please, Steven...” JL finally whispered, tears pooling in his eyes.
Steven tilted his head, pretending not to hear. “Ano ‘yon, baby? Louder.”
“I-I want...” JL stammered, his voice trembling.
Steven pinched his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Say it, JL. Say exactly what you want. Kuya's here, Kuya's gonna fuck you. Just say the word.”
JL’s lips trembled, his pride shattering as Steven rolled his hips, pressing the blunt head just barely inside before pulling out again. The teasing was unbearable, the ache too much.
Finally, JL broke, his voice loud and wrecked.
“Please, Kuya Steven! Fuck me! Kantutin mo na ako, please, please, ipasok mo na—ahhh!”
Steven groaned so deep it vibrated through his chest, his cock twitching in his grip.
“Good boy...” he growled, kissing JL hard, bruising, desperate. “That’s what I wanted to hear. My begging little baby. Ang sarap mong pakinggan.”
He lined himself up properly, rubbing the head in slow circles against JL’s entrance. “Hold on tight, baby. Once I’m inside you, di na kita titigilan.”
JL whimpered, wrapping his arms around Steven’s shoulders, clinging as if he was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Steven kissed him once more, slow and claiming, before pulling back just enough to whisper against JL’s lips.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. And when I’m done, you’ll never forget the way I stretch you open.”
And with that, Steven began to push inside, inch by inch, savoring every second as JL’s body opened up for him.
Steven’s breath hitched as he began to push in, slow and deliberate, watching every twitch of JL’s face.
“Ahhhh—!” JL cried out, his body tightening around the intrusion, nails digging into Steven’s shoulders. His eyes watered instantly, his lips trembling. “It’s—it’s too big—Kuya—ahhh!”
Steven kissed the corner of his lips, shushing him gently even as his jaw clenched tight at the heat around him. “Shhh, baby...kaya mo ‘to. You’re taking me so fucking well. God, you’re perfect. Parang sinadya ka para sa ‘kin.”
He pushed in another inch, groaning as the tightness swallowed him deeper. JL gasped and sobbed, his back arching, legs trembling around Steven’s waist.
“Look at you...” Steven whispered, eyes dark and hungry. “Crying, moaning, shaking...and still opening up for me. Ang ganda mo, JL. My pretty baby, my sweet little whore.”
“Ahhh, s-stop calling me that—” JL choked, but his moans betrayed him, spilling out louder with every inch Steven claimed. “Fuck—you're inside me hnghhh!”
Steven smirked, biting down on JL’s jaw as he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt. He stayed still for a moment, trembling with restraint, kissing away JL’s tears.
“Shit...I’m all the way in, baby. Can you feel it? Every inch of me inside you. Tangina, you’re gripping me so tight, parang ayaw mo na akong pakawalan.”
JL only sobbed, his head tossing against the pillows, voice breaking with needy sounds. “I-I can’t... oh my god—Steven—”
Steven started to move, shallow thrusts first, grinding slow, deliberate, making JL feel every drag of his cock. JL’s cries grew louder, his nails scratching Steven’s back, his body arching into every thrust.
“That’s it, moan for me.” Steven rasped, kissing his swollen lips. “Sound so fucking good for me. Alam mo ba kung gaano ka kaganda when you’re like this? Spread out, begging, letting me fuck you open. You’re mine, baby. Do you hear me? MINE.”
JL whimpered, his voice breaking. “Y-yes—ahhh, oh fuck, yes!”
Steven growled, thrusts deepening, harder now, his control snapping bit by bit. “That crush of yours, he can’t touch you like this. He can’t fuck you like this. Only me, JL. Ako lang. Ako lang ang pwedeng makakita sa katawan mo. Ako lang ang pwedeng humawak sa ‘yo. Ang kumantot sa 'yo, Ang bababoy sa 'yo.”
“Ahhhhh!” JL screamed, his body convulsing as Steven’s pace grew brutal, his cock hitting that spot inside that made stars explode in JL’s vision.
“You feel that?” Steven groaned against his neck, biting hard, leaving angry red marks. “That’s me, claiming you. Every bruise, every bite, lahat ng ‘to, para lang sa ‘kin. No one else. You’re mine to fuck, mine to ruin, mine to love.”
JL could only moan, a broken, pleading mess, his words incoherent between sobs and cries. “Ahhh! Fuck—Steven—can’t—too much—hnghhh!”
Steven grabbed his face, forcing JL to meet his gaze even as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Look at me while I fuck you. Gusto kong makita mo kung kanino ka nagpapakaputa ngayon. It’s me, JL. Ako lang.”
JL’s body clenched tight around him, his cock leaking untouched against his stomach. Steven’s dirty words, his claiming kisses, the brutal stretch, it was too much.
“I’m—ahhh—I’m cumming, Kuya! I can’t—oh my god, I’m—” JL screamed, his body convulsing as his release splattered hot between them, untouched, his hole clamping down on Steven’s cock.
Steven snarled, his thrusts faltering as the tight heat milked him. “Fuck, baby! Fuck, ang sikip mo...yes, cum for me, cum all over yourself while I’m inside you. Tangina, you’re so beautiful.”
With a final deep thrust, Steven groaned loud into JL’s neck, spilling hot inside him, his body shuddering with release. He buried himself deep, grinding, making sure JL took every drop.
JL sobbed through the overstimulation, his nails digging red lines into Steven’s back, his body trembling, ruined and full.
Steven kissed him again, softer this time but still possessive, whispering against his lips as his cum spilled warm between them.
“That’s it, baby. Now you’re mine. Wala nang iba. You belong to me.”
JL was still gasping, chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat when Steven leaned down and captured his lips again. The kiss was urgent, greedy, and left JL dizzy. He whimpered into Steven’s mouth, his body twitching with aftershocks.
“S-Steven, wait...” JL panted, squirming under the older man’s heavy frame. “I need to...ahhh...I need to rest...”
Steven only chuckled, low and dark, pressing open-mouthed kisses along JL’s neck, his chest, his trembling stomach. His hands roamed, squeezing every inch, his touch firm, worshipful, and claiming all at once. JL felt his cock twitch despite himself, already hardening again.
Steven smirked against his skin, licking a stripe across JL’s collarbone.
“Rest? Who said anything about resting, baby?” His voice was thick, gravelly, filled with lust. “I told you...I’m gonna fuck you until you forget why you even got that tattoo in the first place.”
JL’s eyes widened, but before he could reply, Steven was already manhandling him, turning him over onto his stomach, pulling his hips up until JL was on all fours, trembling.
“Ahhh, Kuya—w-wait!” JL tried, his voice cracking as he felt Steven’s cock pressing against his entrance again, still raw from earlier.
But Steven only growled, gripping JL’s waist tight. “No more waiting. You drive me fucking crazy, JL. Do you even know what you do to me?”
And then he pushed in, not slow this time, but deep and rough, making JL scream into the sheets.
“FUUUCK!” JL cried out, arms shaking, his body arching back helplessly. The brutal stretch made him sob, but his cock was already dripping against his stomach. "H-Haaaaa....shit!"
Steven’s thrusts were hard, punishing, each one slamming JL forward. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, raw and primal. Steven’s voice was ragged against JL’s ear, his confession spilling out between groans.
“Ever since Juwon introduced us, baby...tangina, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were so fucking pretty, so sweet. Pero I couldn’t—” he gasped, thrusting harder, “—I couldn’t touch you, kasi best friend ka ng kapatid ko.”
JL moaned helplessly, his voice breaking into sobs. “Ahhhh, Steven—ahhh, f-fuck, too much—hnghhh!”
Steven grabbed his hair, pulling his head back so JL’s cries echoed louder. He bit down on JL’s shoulder, sucking another bruising mark as he fucked him mercilessly. “But then you kept coming around. And you kept getting prettier...sexier...and now you walk into my shop, showing me that soft skin, moaning under my hands, fuck, baby, you snapped something inside me.”
JL’s arms collapsed, his cheek pressed against the sheets, drool slipping past his swollen lips. His voice was nothing but broken moans, high-pitched whimpers, and Steven’s name over and over. "Steven...Steven...Steven..."
"Fuck, my name sounds so good on your mouth!"
Steven slammed harder, his pace brutal, his cock hitting deep with every thrust. “You’re mine now, JL. Do you hear me? Mine. That stupid crush of yours, he can’t touch you like this. He can’t fuck you like this. Only I can make you scream like this.”
“Ahhhhhh, oh my god—Steven, I—I can’t—I’m gonna—ahhh!” JL sobbed, his body convulsing, his cock untouched yet already twitching dangerously. "K-Kuya! Kuya please! So good...sarap po...please please...ang sa-sarap...d-don't stop...fuck! H-Harder Kuya please—"
Steven’s hand slid around his waist, gripping JL’s hard cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me again. Show Kuya how much of a slut you are for me. Say it. Say you’re my whore.”
JL’s pride shattered, his voice breaking. “I-I’m yours! Ahhh—fuck, I’m your whore, Kuya Steven!”
Steven groaned, losing control completely, pounding into him with desperate need. “Good fucking boy. My pretty baby. My perfect slut. You belong to me...your body, your tattoo, your moans...lahat ng ‘to, para lang sa ‘kin.”
JL screamed as his climax tore through him again, hot ropes spilling across the sheets. His body clenched around Steven so tightly that the older man cursed, snarling against his ear.
“Fuck, baby! You’re milking me—shit—” Steven groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, rougher, until with a final deep slam he spilled inside JL again, hot and possessive, filling him to the brim.
He kept moving even as he came, grinding deep, making sure JL felt every drop. His teeth sank into JL’s neck, leaving yet another mark, his voice a guttural growl.
“No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you. You’re mine, JL. Mine forever.”
JL collapsed into the sheets, sobbing, trembling, completely wrecked, his body filled and marked in every way possible.
JL didn’t even know how long it had been. Minutes? Hours? He couldn’t think anymore.
His body felt boneless, trembling, his mind floating somewhere between exhaustion and ecstasy. All he knew was that Steven’s hands were on his hips again, steady and demanding, guiding him down onto his cock.
Steven was leaning back against the headboard, broad chest glistening with sweat, his dark eyes locked hungrily on JL.
And JL, oh god, JL was on top of him, thighs trembling, sinking down over and over on Steven’s cock that was already hard again, stretching him so full he couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck...” Steven groaned, head thrown back before he looked down at the sight of JL impaled on him. His voice was rough, cracked with pleasure. “Look at you, baby. Riding Kuya like a perfect little slut. Tangina, you were made for my cock.”
JL moaned, high and broken, his body moving without him realizing it. He didn’t know if he was riding Steven or if Steven was moving his hips for him—he was just drowning in sensation. His mouth fell open, a string of drool sliding down his chin as he whimpered, his nails scratching at Steven’s chest.
“Ahhh, Kuya—ahhh, I can’t....I don’t know what I’m...ahhh!” JL babbled, tears pricking his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. "H-Hnghhhh! So d-deep...so deep Kuya please..."
Steven chuckled, deep and taunting, clearly amused at how wrecked JL had become. He sat up slightly, one hand gripping JL’s chin. “Look at you, baby. Di mo na alam ginagawa mo, no? Just a fucked-out slut for Kuya.” He licked his lips, groaning as JL clenched tight around him. “Shit, that’s so fucking hot.”
Then his tone shifted, darker, commanding. “Open your mouth.”
JL blinked through the haze, lips trembling. “W-What—”
“Now.”
His body obeyed before his mind caught up. JL’s lips parted, tongue sticking out instinctively.
Steven’s groan was guttural, his eyes darkening. “Good fucking boy.”
He shoved two fingers past JL’s tongue, pressing down until the younger gagged softly, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
JL whimpered around the intrusion, but instead of pulling back, he only leaned forward, letting Steven push deeper. His eyes fluttered shut, his whole body surrendering.
Steven cursed under his breath, chest heaving. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, JL...you don’t even know how fucking sexy you look right now.”
Then, with a wicked grin, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He angled JL’s face toward him, fingers still stuffed in his open mouth, cock buried deep inside him. “Say cheese, baby.”
The flash went off, capturing JL in the most obscene, erotic state he had ever been in, eyes glazed, tongue out, tears on his cheeks, body trembling as he rode Steven’s cock.
Steven groaned at the sight, shoving the phone aside carelessly. “Tangina, ang libog mo...You’re mine, baby. All mine.”
And then he snapped, thrusting upward hard, hips slamming into JL from below. JL cried out, his body bouncing helplessly with every sharp movement.
“Ahhhh! Kuya—fuck—ahhh!” JL’s voice cracked, his nails digging into Steven’s shoulders as his body convulsed. "Hnghhh! S-Sagad mo pa kuya...bilisan mo p-please...m'gonna...fuck!"
Steven’s grip bruised his waist, forcing him to move faster, harder, until the sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room.
“Ganyan nga, baby...show Kuya how much you wanna be fucked.” His voice dropped into a growl. “Tell me...tell me how good I make you feel. Sarap ba, baby?”
JL’s answer was a sob, his words spilling out between moans. “S-Sarap! Kuya, oh my god, ang sarap! Fuck, you make me feel so good, I can’t—I can’t stop—ahhhh!”
Steven groaned, his hips snapping faster, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside JL. His own breath was ragged now, his control unraveling. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Cum with me. I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock while I fill you up again.”
"K-Kuya....ayan na fuck...lalabasan na ako...hnghhh K-Kuya...sarap po please po...m'gonna go crazy—hnghhh!"
JL’s head lolled back, his body shivering violently as the coil in his stomach snapped.
“Ahhhhhh, KUYAAAAA!” He screamed, his cum spilling hot between them, painting Steven’s chest and stomach as his body spasmed around the thick length inside him.
Steven cursed loudly, thrusting upward brutally as JL clenched down, milking him.
“Fuuuck, baby, shit! You’re squeezing me!” With a final desperate thrust, he groaned deep, spilling hot inside JL again, filling him until it overflowed.
They clung to each other, trembling, bodies still rocking as aftershocks rippled through them. JL collapsed against Steven’s chest, boneless and shaking, his lips still parted, his breath shallow.
Steven kissed his temple, voice hoarse but satisfied. “That’s my boy. My perfect little slut. You’re not going anywhere, baby. Ever.”
JL was melting into the sheets, completely spent, his body trembling from the intense waves of pleasure that still lingered in every nerve. His chest heaved, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, and all he could feel was Steven, warm, hard, impossibly solid beneath him. Every muscle, every twitch, every heartbeat in his body screamed Steven’s name.
Steven shifted slightly, holding him close against his chest, the slow pulse of his cock pressing against JL’s sensitive skin. Then, impossibly, he softened. His large hands moved up to cradle JL’s head, fingers threading through his hair with surprising gentleness, lightly massaging his scalp.
“You’re mine now.” Steven murmured, his voice low, husky, and possessive, but carrying a softness that made JL shiver in a completely different way. “Hindi na ‘yung crush mong si Hanseo, forget him, baby. Kasi I’m the only one who touches you like this, who makes you feel like this.”
JL blinked up at him, barely able to respond. Words were gone from him, trapped behind the haze of ecstasy and exhaustion. But his mind, sharp in a different way, spun in confusion and awe.
How the hell am I supposed to even remember Hanseo when all I can think about is you? What an idiot.
Steven pressed a gentle kiss to the top of JL’s head, thumb brushing over his temple, smoothing down stray hairs. “I want you to remember this, baby. Remember how it feels when I’m inside you... when you’re all wet and shaking for me. You belong to me, JL. Okay? Promise me...you’ll never forget it.”
JL whimpered softly, pressing his face into Steven’s chest, his entire body still trembling. He couldn’t speak, but his heart screamed yes, yes, he was Steven’s, and the thought both terrified and thrilled him.
“Good boy.” Steven whispered, a smirk in his voice even as his touch remained tender. “I want everyone to know, baby...you’re mine. This body, this tattoo, all of you... mine. Nobody else gets this. Not Hanseo, not anyone. Kuya’s all you need.”
JL’s hands clutched at Steven’s shoulders, trying to steady himself as he felt the warmth and weight of the older man fully pressing down on him. He was spent, broken, and utterly helpless, and the way Steven held him was equal parts possessive and protective.
“You hear me, baby? I’m not letting anyone touch you like this again. Ever.” Steven continued, voice firm but intimate. “From now on, you forget that crush. Forget anyone else. You’re only Kuya's. Got it?”
JL’s mind struggled to comprehend, but the clarity in Steven’s tone made everything simple. He couldn’t argue, couldn’t protest, couldn’t even speak. All he could think was how overwhelmingly impossible it was to remember Hanseo now, how every nerve in his body screamed with Steven’s claim on him.
Steven kissed the top of his head again, pressing JL closer. “I’m serious. My baby, my slut...you’re mine. Forever. You’re safe with me.”
JL melted further into him, shivering, breath shaky, feeling the weight of Steven’s possessiveness like a warm, suffocating blanket. His thoughts, scattered and delirious, couldn’t fight it—they were trapped in Steven’s claim, in the promise whispered softly into his ear, and in the lingering heat of his touch.
“All you need to think about now...” Steven murmured, voice rough but gentle, “...is me. Ang mukha mo, ang katawan mo, ang lahat ng ‘to...for me. Nobody else.”
JL let out a soft, helpless whimper against Steven’s chest, a sound that said everything he couldn’t put into words. He was Steven’s, entirely, utterly, irrevocably, and in that moment, that was more than enough.
Steven ran his hands down JL’s sides slowly, possessively, memorizing every curve, every mark, every line of the body he had taken and claimed. “That’s it, baby. Rest in my arms. Relax. You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go.”
JL exhaled, shivering in the afterglow, finally letting his body relax fully for the first time since Steven had started touching him. The world outside, the crush, the exams, the school, it all vanished. All that existed was Steven’s arms around him, the heat between them, and the promise that he would never have to be anyone else’s but Steven’s.
His mind, still delirious, only managed one thought over and over.
How could I have ever cared about anyone else when this, Steven, is everything?
Steven kissed the crown of his head one last time, nuzzling him gently, fingers combing through his hair. “Mine, baby. Only mine.”
JL just whimpered again, too weak, too full, too possessed by Steven to respond. And Steven held him there, a mix of tenderness and domination, utterly claiming him in every way possible, until the tremors of pleasure faded into quiet, satisfied breathing.
JL nuzzled deeper into Steven’s chest, chest rising and falling with his steady rhythm, and for the first time, he allowed himself to fully think, not about shame, not about Hanseo, not about anything else. All he could feel was warmth, safety, and a consuming desire that wasn’t just physical.
I’m his. I’ve always wanted this...I’ve always needed him...
The thought washed over him like sunlight, and with a soft, trembling sigh, JL let it settle in his heart, he didn’t just belong to Steven’s body, he belonged to him entirely, heart and soul, and he would never fight it.