Hell Hole

Chapter Seven.

Jeongin was shaken awake, his head lolling around in back and forth patterns.

He had inhaled, his eyes finally unwrapping to the real world, not understanding Chris's actions as he held him tightly between his arms.

"..Jeongin," Chris murmured, faintly patting him on the back, "C'mon get it all out.."

Jeongin didn't know He was crying until the man pointed it out, tears pouring down his cheeks like warm rain in the summer times. He buried his face into his shoulder as He hiccuped out fresh cries, grasping the fabric of his shirt.

"What happened?" Chris asked in a soft tone, somehow the boy leaning up against him more, finding such safety in the man; it was insane.

"I don't even know.." The boy spoke out faintly, breathing in the Male's scent until it sent him into a small frenzy, the manly aroma staining his mind.

He didn't know.

The blond reached back, plucking a small container off of Jeongin's desk, holding it to Jeongin's delicately bruised lips, "Drink up, Honey. It'll help your fever go down. That must be why you're hallucinating and having poor dreams."

That was a blatant lie, but He didn't need to know that; The man tilted the boy back until He was swallowing the thick, poisonous smoothie type drink.

The liquid slid down the boy's throat far too timely, choking and gagging every few seconds, tears puncturing his eyes.

"You're so precious," Chris cooed, throwing the bottle away in a portable trash can once it was clear. The polished substance trickled down from his lips, looking like semen in almost every way possible. He leaned forward and captured the escaped bits with his lips, kissing the boy so chastely as He knew he probably wouldn't have been up for anything else.

Yet He was; Especially after the previous night.

"Mmph-" Jeongin let out, their lips colliding. He initiated a sloppy version of Chris's gentle one, their teeth clanking together in intense touches. He let out a cry, his lips parting, inviting the Male's tongue in. Their tongues twirled around each other, their saliva mixing.

"God," Chris grunted, his hands falling upon the boy's hips, sliding him onto his thigh. His grip tightened as his breaths became shallow, both of them struggling to breathe. He trailed a hand back up to his hair, tugging at it ferociously, Jeongin managing to let out muffled whimpers.

Jeongin fractured the kiss, his chest heaving up and down. His lips swell, bruises covering them due to the severity the Male brought onto them. He leaned his forehead against his shoulder, trying to relax and loosen up his muscles.

Chris let his grip grow weak, letting out heavy pants as a dazed smirk pulled his lips up, "Yang Jeongin," He whispered, shutting his eyes and letting his head rest against the wall, his face up towards the ceiling, "tell me what it feels like to be you."

Jeongin looked up at the Latter then back down to his crinkled shirt that sprawled across the floor, "What would you like to know?" He murmured, "I'm an open book."

Chris let out a scoff, shaking his head, "You're wrong on that one," He twirled his rings around his fingers, plucking them off and setting them on the desk, "I've never met someone I couldn't evaluate completely before I met you, so you being an open book is quite a strange analogy."

Jeongin slid up on his thigh, his knees falling on either side of it, "But, You said before that I was just like you," He whispered, "what did you mean by that?"

"We have the same tendencies, same mind," Chris muttered, cracking his knuckles, "same desires," His arms slid around the boy's waist, "I find you fascinating... and I want to rewrite you, Honey."