Dr. Sugar Daddy

4 - Infidelity

A hand cradled around his neck as Jongwoo looked up at the man who was bringing him back to life. The man who had torn him to pieces and forcefully glued him back together again.

"Kiss me... please?" 

With a gentle smile, Moonjo leaned down to capture the lips he had wanted to ruin for half of the year. He didn't care that Jongwoo was splattered with blood or that Jongwoo's bloodied hand cradled around his waist. The man had waited for this, and now Jongwoo was all his. 

It was gentle, Moonjo started off slow to ease his lover into comfort, to reality, bringing the rush of oxygen when they had parted to capture their breaths again. Jongwoo no longer held fear in his eyes, replaced by love, something he had long forgotten. 

"You're a killer too aren't you?"

"I am artist, remember" 

"You dismantle, you recreate. Am I your muse then?"

"You are more than a muse to me Jongwoo" 

Jongwoo brought their lips back together again as Moonjo guided Jongwoo to the wall of his, no, their basement. With a gentle grunt, Jongwoo understood the silent request as he wrapped his legs around the taller man, understanding how much stronger Moonjo was as he held him with ease, bringing both of them back up to to their master bedroom. 

Gentle putting his beloved down on the mattress, Jongwoo wasted no time in ripping off the white button up that Moonjo wore to work, not caring that he would have to buy a replacement shirt as the pale neck was finally exposed for him to attack. 

Moaning in pleasure as the younger created his art on his body, he in turn was ridding of the blood soaked clothes that his lover's body had clung onto to. Eventually after some long time of struggling, Jongwoo finally broke free to give Moonjo a cheeky grin as he discarded his top and jeans. He may have not been muscular or tall like Moonjo was, but he knew the man found him attractive and that was good enough for him. 

Crawling back onto the bed to where the pillows were, Moonjo followed like a predator looming over their prey. Moonjo had discarded his own pants along the way and was left in own black underwear as he used his full height to tower over Jongwoo who had a grin waiting for him to pounce. 

Just as he was about to lower himself closer to Jongwoo, mouth ready to devour the tanned neck in revenge, the phone rang out. Specifically Jongwoo's phone with a special ringtone that Moonjo has come to hate with a fiery passion.  

Moonjo waited, seeing what his lovers reaction is and what he will do. Jongwoo simply rolled his eyes and put the phone on silent.

"She's not worth it" 

Happy with his response, he wasted no time and ravished that neck, littering it with glorious dark bruises that will most definitely be there for a week or so. Moonjo left a trail, from Jongwoo's neck all the way down to the final piece of fabric that he wore. With a tug, a silent question that Jongwoo nodded at, he continued to make his way down as he dragged the underwear away, chuckling at the erection that was begging for attention. 

Jongwoo's phone rang again, and again Jongwoo put it on silence as his dick was finally getting the attention it has been patiently waiting for, it was a gently trail of his tongue that was teasing the younger as his thumb rubbed the slit that had Jongwoo whimpering as Moonjo kept delaying. 

Again the phone rang, this women was persistent! 

With simmering rage boiling in his eyes, Moonjo may have squeezed his lovers dick a little too hard as he let out a squeal of pain. 

"Jagiya, here is what is going to happen. The next time that phone rings, you are going to answer. I don't care if you are coherent enough to respond to her, but you two are ending today as you are mine, and mine alone! If she wants to speak to me, she may"