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The last bastard Hyeonu wants to see is Agent Mung Dakho — Compound X's golden agent and the thorn in his side for the past five years. Dakho's pursuit stands between Hyeonu and stealing the intel to end X’s tyranny.
“Someone get me a heat signature on this asshole,” Dakho shouts into his earpiece, his Oxford’s pounding the steel floors. He’s sucking air like he’s dying.
“Don’t strain yourself, Agent,” Hyeonu calls over his shoulder.
Dakho only growls in response.
Hyeonu's stomach flips. He really shouldn’t engage, but it’s priceless watching his face color. He’ll stop goading Dakho before he reaches the loading dock outside.
He rounds the corner and crashes straight into a cleaning bot. He tumbles forward.
Dakho tackles Hyeonu against the wall. He says, “Got you—”
Hyeonu knees him in the gut.
Dakho grunts. He slams Hyeonu against the cold wall, his thigh driven up between Hyeonu’s legs. He looks relieved. “Got you.”
Hyeonu thrashes.
But Dakho holds him fast. His combat training trumps Hyeonu’s cardio regimen of evasion.
His quips dissolve with Dakho's leg pressing up against him below.
Simultaneously, Dakho freezes. He grazes his fingers down Hyeonu’s naked chest. His eyes widen.
A horrible warmth washes through Hyeonu.
Dakho asks, “Are you naked?”
Hyeonu’s heart thunders in his head. His invisibility doesn’t work on clothes, so he has to be nude for missions. Dakho has never known. Dakho has never held his warm, muscular leg against his core. He shoves him back, panicking.
Swiftly, Dakho pins Hyeonu’s wrists above his head. His armored utility belt pushes against Hyeonu’s lower stomach.
Hyeonu thrashes, pleasure sparking up his pussy as he rubs against Dakho’s tactical pants. He's too vulnerable with his body strung up. He needs to get out.
“You're quiet now that I’ve caught you.” Dakho crushes his wrists against the wall and pushes his thigh up into Hyeonu’s cunt.
He clamps his jaw shut, fear wiring him. Dakho must recognize the absence of certain parts. He tries to ignore his wetness below, the blood flowing into his exposed, thick clit.
Dakho squeezes his wrists, forcing his leg deliciously against him.
It means nothing. It's just the expected response to well-applied friction.
He looks up and flushes.
Dakho’s pupils have blown out. Though Hyeonu can't see past himself, he feels the wet spot on Dakho’s suit. And Dakho can see it through his invisible body.
Following Hyeonu's eyes down, Dakho drops his leg instantly. He rolls his jaw back, his lips plush and wet. He smells of sandalwood and musk.
On cue, Hyeonu’s neglected pussy throbs, his clit fattening and pushing out from its hood. Shame burning his face, he squeezes his thighs together. What is he thinking? He needs to escape the Compound, not offer his body to its most frustrating agent.
Something in Dakho's face shifts. He raises his thigh again, slow enough for Hyeonu to object.
Despite his better judgment, Hyeonu doesn't close his legs.
Dakho dips nearer to Hyeonu’s neck, his breath ghosting across his skin.
The proximity fans the unwanted arousal in his belly. Driven back into action, he squirms. He shouldn't be doing this. “Mung—”
Dakho’s lips hover above Hyeonu’s collarbone, his voice rough. “You didn't answer my question: are you naked?”
Though he's never clothed for missions, voicing this seems filthy.
Dakho trails his hand down Hyeonu’s side. He squeezes his hip, moving his thigh against his pussy. He pauses.
"Yes," Hyeonu admits. He takes an uneven breath. His cunt squeezes out another fat glob on Dakho's leg.
Dakho wets his lips. He trails his fingertips along the dips of his hips and pets him just above his pussy, murmuring, “You shave all this?"
Hyeonu says nothing, horribly aroused.
It sounds filthy coming from Dakho like Hyeonu spent half an hour shaving, running the razor over his cunt lips, so Dakho can circle his hole and push his fingers inside him. He tries not to tremble, slick flowing down his thigh.
Dakho's fingers find Hyeonu’s throbbing little cock. He pinches it between two fingers.
It’s so much. Hyeonu whimpers, twitching into his touch, his hips bucking jerkily up.
Dakho traces along his slick pussy. He swirls his fingers through the slick. “Tell me where I’m touching you.”
Hyeonu drips across Dakho’s fingers, unsteady on his feet. Dakho’s gaze is piercing. Somehow, he’s found Hyeonu's eyes.
Dakho moves back up to his clit, swiping slick fingers along its throbbing tip.
Hyeonu moans softly.
Dakho stops.
Panting, he waits in confusion.
“Tell me now,” Dakho orders. His fingers push against his clit, the pressure dizzying.
Hyeonu’s hips stutter forward. He says breathlessly, “My clit. You’re touching my clit.”
Dakho’s gaze darkens, his hard cock straining against his pants.
The outline of it has Hyeonu dripping, his clit aching under Dakho’s strokes.
He says, “I should've known you'd be a slut."
Hyeonu grinds into Dakho's hand, reddening under the accusation. He's spent years skirting around how Dakho's voice, rough around the edges, does unwanted things to him. He ruts along Dakho's solid thigh, letting him pinch and tug on his clit like a whore.
Dakho stops.
Hyeonu hisses between his teeth. He says, "Come on. Move."
Dakho's gaze shifts up, burning.
Hyeonu stills.
Dakho pushes his fingers between Hyeonu's swollen pussy lips and murmurs, "So say it then. Exactly what you need."
Hyeonu bites back a groan as Dakho's callused fingers move against his hot core. He can feel Dakho teasing his hole. He swears.
Dakho circles him, his attention intense. His fingers trace painfully slow.
Hyeonu tries to fuck himself onto Dakho's fingers, hissing in frustration. With how strained his pants are, Dakho must be eager to fuck him. What the hell's he waiting for?
"I'll wait." Dakho pulls his fingers out of reach. He waits, his fingers dripping slick onto the floor.
So he wants to hear Hyeonu beg.
He flexes his hands in Dakho's iron grip. His pussy feels so hot, an ache building inside him. He can see the thick shape of Dakho's cock, and the thought of him pinning and fucking him has him sucking on his teeth.
His pride crumples. "Just finger me."
Dakho slides his hand between Hyeonu's legs and pushes into his dripping hole. He begins to fingerfuck him hard.
Hyeonu whimpers and twitches in Dakho's grip. His hole swallows up his large, rough fingers. It feels nothing like touching himself.
Dakho curls his fingers up, hooking into the spongy softness of his cunt.
Shocked, Hyeonu squirts onto Dakho's thigh.
Dakho watches the slick splatter, his pupils blowing out. He releases Hyeonu's wrists and flicks his thumb over his clit. "You're so silent with something in your hole. Is this all it takes to shut you up?"
Hyeonu moans, trembling under the pleasure. His clit throbs under Dakho's blurry thumb. He bucks his hips up and squeezes around his fingers.
Dakho pinches his clit. "I'm sure you let yourself get caught and wait for people to realize you're naked and wet. You probably get off on being chased." He rubs him faster.
Hyeonu's eyes roll back. It's not true. He's never let anyone else catch him before. He's close to coming, his clit and hole pulsing under his skilled fingers.
Dakho commands, "Come."
Hyeonu comes against Dakho's thigh, whimpering helplessly. He grinds down on his warm palm.
Dakho drops his hand and slaps Hyeonu's pussy. His blow lands wetly on his vulnerable clit and sopping folds.
Hyeonu gasps, curling forward. His hole clenches under the memory of pain, but part of him wants Dakho to spank him again—
Dakho's belt clinks. He slides down his pants, and his curved cock springs free, the tip flushed temptingly red. He runs his hand up the thick shaft.
Hyeonu watches him hungrily.
Dakho asks, "Say what you want."
Hyeonu's cunt clenches at the order. He hasn't been fucked by warm human flesh in ages. He reaches down and slides his hand up Dakho's cock.
Dakho shudders, his lashes fluttering in visible pleasure. He breathes out.
Hyeonu strokes Dakho slowly. His pussy drips with each little pulse and throb of Dakho's cock in hand. Dakho is just as affected as he is.
Trailing his fingers over his tip, Hyeonu pauses in remembrance. He can't do this. He takes his hand back and tries to run.
He needs to finish his mission.
He can't let the others down.
He—
Dakho grabs Hyeonu's thighs from underneath and slams him against the wall. Frenzied, he rakes his attention down Hyeonu's invisible form and pins his folded legs open.
Hyeonu wriggles fiercely. He tries to shove Dakho away, terror balling in his throat. "Let go, Mung. I—"
Dakho drops him lower.
Hyeonu moans helplessly as Dakho's hot cock slides between his pussy lips. He goes limp in Dakho's grip and gushes along his dick.
Growling, Dakho says, "You don't get to run."
Hyeonu's stomach flips, his pussy squeezing around nothing. He holds onto Dakho's neck.
Dakho spreads his knees open and holds them against the wall.
Hyeonu wants Dakho to fuck him. He wants him to let him go.
His brow creasing, Dakho frots his cock against Hyeonu's wet pussy.
Hyeonu cannot escape his torment, and his helplessness wires straight through his cunt. He whines as he's held up and open. Dakho could fuck right into him, and Hyeonu would have to take it. His hole gushes against Dakho's hard cock at the thought.
Dakho adjusts his angle. He rubs his tip against Hyeonu's winking hole.
Hyeonu's slick drips down Dakho's cock. Mewling, he doesn't try to resist him.
Dakho begins pushing into Hyeonu's hole. He groans, his cock throbbing inside Hyeonu's traitorous cunt.
Hyeonu clenches around him, his thighs burning from his forced position. His back chills against the Compound wall, and his pussy hole stretches around Dakho's cock. It sounds so wet.
Dakho breathes hard against Hyeonu's neck. "Tell me what I'm doing to you." He thrusts up and forces himself in until his balls are flush against Hyeonu.
Hyeonu whines, his legs shaking on either side of him. He feels so vulnerable, his cunt squeezing helplessly around the cock inside it and his legs pinned wide apart. His voice cracks. "You're fucking my cunt."
"That's right." Dakho mouths along his neck. He begins to move along the wall, driving through his insides. "I'm fucking your tight, wet cunt."
Hyeonu's pussy flutters at Dakho's claim.
Grunting, Dakho forces Hyeonu's legs wider and slams his hips up. His cock slams against a particularly soft, sensitive spot.
Gasping, Hyeonu seizes up. It feels like Dakho is thrusting against his cervix, and the thought of being bred has him warming and slicking humiliatingly more.
Dakho bites the junction between Hyeonu's neck and shoulder. His voice textured, he says, "Tell me where I'm touching you."
Hyeonu tightens up. His eyes water.
Dakho grinds against Hyeonu's womb, abusing the tender entrance. Hyeonu's obscene position doesn't let him escape.
Hyeonu sobs softly. His neglected clit twitches, his cunt dripping more damning fluids.
Dakho drags his cock out and pushes against his womb, kissing the soft donut entrance again. He asks, "Tell me where."
Hyeonu whimpers, "My womb."
Dakho's cock throbs inside him, his nails pricking his tender thighs. He fucks him harder.
Hyeonu pulses around Dakho's dick. He cannot rock on him. He cannot pull away. Held open and dripping for Dakho's cock, he dissolves under the quick, powerful thrusts.
Dakho buries his face in Hyeonu's neck, wrapping his legs around his waist. He reaches between them and slides his fingers over Hyeonu's swollen clit. "Tell me where now," he whispers.
Hyeonu mewls. He hiccups out, "My— my clit."
"Your fat, slutty clit," Dakho agrees. "It's so big I can find it without even seeing your body. I feel your cunt milking me just like a slut's." He pounds into Hyeonu, murmuring, "Should I come inside you?"
Hyeonu wraps his arms around Dakho's neck. He whines as Dakho's thrusts smear out his coherence. He keens, "Please. Please."
Dakho strokes his clit, rubbing his thumb over the little tip. He rolls it between his fingers and says lowly, "Going to squirt again, hm?"
Hyeonu's eyes roll back.
Dakho pinches his clit. He rubs the fat head hard into Hyeonu's pubic bone, thrusting against his cervix.
Hyeonu cries out, spraying slick across Dakho's front. He whimpers and rocks his hips, seated on Dakho's big cock, whining.
Dakho closes his hands around Hyeonu's waist. He adjusts his angle until he's slamming into Hyeonu's squeezing cunt, his cock dragging deliciously along the underside of his clit. He stares at the slick dribbling down his cock, Hyeonu's pussy hole opening and closing obscenely around his tip.
Hyeonu twitches around his length and tightens his legs around Dakho's waist, his clit tingling with mounting pleasure.
Dakho's armor drags against his thighs. The contrast between his naked body and Dakho's gear has him whimpering.
Pleasure ripples through Dakho's features. He grinds up deep inside Hyeonu and growls.
Hyeonu squeezes around him, heat surging through his stretched pussy. He gasps.
Dakho bites his shoulder. He fucks him and rubs his clit. "Take it all."
Hyeonu mewls. His clit throbs under Dakho's thumb. His vision going black, he sobs as warm cum spurts inside him. His orgasm crashes through him. He clings to Dakho's neck and blubbers as he's creampied.
Dakho keeps thrusting through his peak. He pants against his neck.
Hyeonu moans softly, drifting into the bliss. Dakho feels solid against him, and he feels so good, milking and warming Dakho's big dick.