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"sob.. i miss mugyeong..." mumbled the bunk above yuri. it's night out and he's stuck bunk buddies with his childhood friend, and unfortunate situation.
he'd like to get his military duty over with as quickly and quietly as possible, to get back to his husband waiting at home but yohans a bunch of pebbles in his smooth ride. his night cries have been a reoccurring problem, he's a grown man anyway, what is he doing?! why no ones complained is beyond yuri.
and he's bad enough today, he's gonna climb up there and shut him up himself.
quietly sneaking up the ladder, shuffling into yohans sheets, not unnoticed of course, by yohan, who's met with the creepiest eyes scowling at him, and before he can protest, yuri presses his index up to yohans mouth to shut him up.
yohan retaliates with a chomp to his finger.
"what the fuck are you doing" he whispers.
"shutting you up" answers yuri, now laying face to face with yohan.
"??? and by what me- H-HEY WHAT ARE YOU-" shut by yuri's paml to his mouth, muffling his protests, and his other on his crotch, yohan hiccuped at the sensation, disgust and fear in his eyes as he glares at yuri, scratching the back of his hand, trying to claw it off his face.
"listen, if you miss mugyeong so much, why dont you just shut the fuck up and finish your service quietly, huh?" barely containing his voice above a whisper, as he grinds down on yohans crotch painfully harsh. "your wails and whimpers make me want to come on here and just strangle you to till you stop breathing." his hand presses up to yohans, gripping his jaw, the pressure pushing his head down on the sheats. "how does mugyeong even put up with you? he's probably relieved, relieved he doesnt have to see you for a while." he blabbers on, receiving a hard punch from yohan, weakening his grip on his face.
"cough! huff.. yuri you motherfucker"
".." for a second, yuri gets deja vu. "..and anyway, why wouldnt it work.." he mumbles, getting a look from yohan.
"what? i always knew you were crazy but this is too much! listen, just get down ill pretend this didnt happen, fin-" interupted again, by yuri's hand covering his face, again, abstructing his vision. yohans hands fly up to ply it off, but to no avail, yohan is pretty strong, but so is yuri, its suffocating, he fumbles against the hand pulling his pants down, the shock is making him feel light-headed.
"?!?!"
"shut up already, do you want them to hear?"
yohan's heart has dropped down to his feet, he feels like the blood in his veins are boiling, yet cold, retracting all at once, how could yuri do this so casually? the fact this seems to come lightly for him, the fact he doesnt seem to care as much..
its too sudden, theres no room to thoroughly process what emotions to even feel in this situation, him mind is overloaded, and he can feel his vision getting blurry.
he brings the hand against yuri's up to wipe his eyes, still pressing against the one down under in a futile attemp.
and futile it is, as yuri easily pushes the trembling hand away, pulling his pants down and exposing his plain boxers.
"would you look at that.. "
yohan's face got it irritably hot, a shuts his eyes, and yuri gets a strange sense of deja vu again, theyre somewhat similar in this way, and he looks down to see just how much he 'misses' seonwoo.
yeah..thats right, hes only like this because he hasnt seen him in a while... hes a man after all. no reason to feel guilty, if he doesn’t tell seonwoo, nothing will happen, anyway.
yohan shivers when he feels a hand down his, now exposed, member, the blood that was rushing up has gone cold.
"mmph!! mtop..ouyi" (stop..yuri) muffled pleas fall on deaf ears, and now hes sure theres atleast someone whos heard him, but no one would come to help, i mean, who would want to anyway.
he slaps yuri's hand away, and yuri looks taken aback for a moment, pausing to look at the sight of yohan, hes shivering, yet his skin glows of nervous sweat, its almost alluring.
he whips out his own boner, only once he grasps it does he notice it throb, pressing it against yohans half hard dick, feeling his twitch in response.
'its not any diffrent from jerking off by myself anyway, it doesnt mean anything, i just want to get this over with and put him to sleep.'
he starts rubbing them against eachother, disregarding yohan's pleas and whimpers, grasping both of them together and slowly pumping.
its weird, yohan is a little bigger than yuri, yet hes slowly submitting to yuri's assault to him; his hand losijg its strength, his breath going from riggid to slow but heavy, as if hes trying to not enjoy this.
yuri huffed, picking up the pace, watching the back of his hand thats covering yohans face, imagining seonwoo in this position.
he'd kill to see him doing his military service, and committing adultery while thinking of his cheated partner does not, at all, bring him any guilt.
yohan, on the other hand, is almost ready to bite his tongue right then and there, he'd rather die than face mugyeong after doing such a heinous act.
though it is technically not yohan's fault or want, hes a victim here, but yohan's mind is not in a place to think rationally, the thought of mugyeong learning of this, the thougbt of mugyeong leaving him, only adds to his despairs.
the despairs of which, it is a possibility that he is enjoying this, the possibility that he could get out of such a situation, yet chose not to, and the possibility that he may not hate yuri after all of this. and its making his head hurt.
yuri's calloused hand causinf hot friction between them, its sending his body aflame.
he feels out of it yet so aware in the moment. this new, the mix of dread, pain and pleasure, emotion that yohan is refusing to face.
he isnt enjoying this, he really isnt, there is no way, sounded yohan's thoughts.
but as the human body does, it reacts.
and as hes nearing till the edge, mugyeongs face flashes by his mind, and the guilt might just kill him, cries flowing out of his control, wetting yuri's hand, thats still covering his face, with snot and tears.
as the two men itched closer to their climaxes, both their hips twitched as yohan agonized over holding it in, his breathe heavy, muffles whimpers barely contained, the sensation of coming undone over yuri's hand, which hadnt stopped moving even after hes done, and lack of oxygen from his face covered is ultimately too overwhelming, and yohan's grip slowly eases until he goes limp, passed out.
yuri came following him shortly after, slowly easing out his pace, their dicks connect by a string of cum as he pulls away, looking back at his unconscious, and at this point ex-bestfriend, under him wheezing, his face covered in his own tears, snot and saliva.
it filled yuri with an undiscovered thrill, this feeling of overpowering his life-long buddy, and yohan being helpless under him, succumbing to him, he was getting high off what a mess yohans in, all thanks to him, his action, his making.
theyre both equal of strength, yet yuri won over yohan's struggle.
yohan, whos betrothed to another, has just finished from frotting with him, and it just fills him with excitement.
and so he wipes himself down on yohan's covers, disrespectfully.
climbing down his bunk, only to meet a stunned pair of eyes staring at him, it was the guy with seonwoo's name who he'd drag around with him, but now..
"i dont need you anymore, seonwoo lee."
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waking up with a frightened scream, he wipes his face of sweat, his hands shaking as seonwoo lee mutters to himself "i... i really am trash.."