Sinjun explained it calmly. With a small sigh he took off his jacket. He lifted Dohyeon’s legs, spread the jacket over the car seat, then set a hand on Dohyeon’s belt buckle. There was no need to ask to know what he meant to do. Dohyeon forced his mouth open and asked anyway.
“What are you... going to...”
“If you would rather not watch, close your eyes.”
And having said it, Sinjun actually covered Dohyeon’s eyes with one hand. Instinctive resistance made him struggle weakly, and Dohyeon already knew. That there was no other way.
Sinjun didn’t meet his eyes. He moved his hands as though performing an entirely clerical task instead. Maybe that was why, even as the belt came undone and the zip and the underwear were drawn down, it didn’t feel as horrific as he’d expected.
But he couldn’t keep his mind blank all the way through Sinjun pulling his briefs down to his thighs, then spreading his legs and pushing between them. Recoiling, Dohyeon twisted to get away from the hand. At that Sinjun spoke for the first time.
“You will hurt yourself.”
And then his hand spread him open.
Unbelievably, the hole he had never once used was already slick and wet. Sinjun said nothing more, and he didn’t hesitate either.
His fingers worked the hole open and pressed inside so smoothly it was as though he had no nails at all. The wetness helped, no doubt... and beyond that, the touch was delicate and practiced.
The sensation was cool, long, and deft. There was enough thickness to make the male frame of them unmistakable, and rather than thick they were closer to long but fine. The joints were pronounced, so every push inward made the ridges of them vividly clear.
Each time the fingers worked a little deeper, an itch he had no words for climbed his spine. It tickled like ants crawling and stung like a current running through him. It was strange and unpleasant, and somehow Dohyeon’s cock was filling, rising by degrees. He turned his eyes down for a glance and could see the head of it wet with precum.
Dohyeon bit down hard on his lip. He had never, and he would swear to it, entertained the thought that he could feel anything from behind. There had never been any reason to. For a man who’d spent his whole life satisfied with the alpha trait, the situation was near unbearable. And still that strange, creeping itch kept blooming...
“Ah, hah...!”
At some point a notably sharp gasp slipped out of him.
Sinjun had been scissoring him open with two fingers, and he seemed to catch that reaction at once. He pushed his ring finger in as well, filling him, and began working into him hard, as though scraping him out from the inside. The motion struck the spot he’d grazed a moment ago with unerring precision, again and again. Without understanding what the sensation even was, Dohyeon’s hips twisted of their own accord. He could feel the insides of his own thighs trembling.
Instead of telling him to hold still, Sinjun took Dohyeon’s waist in his free hand and pinned it down firmly. Drained of strength as he already was, that alone left him unable to move an inch.
“Ah, fuck, no, I don’t, don’t...”
Dohyeon muttered it without thinking and flinched at the sound of his own voice. He was swearing, and it came out nowhere near threatening, with something pitiable about it, and the refusal hadn’t merely stumbled, it was thin and shaking.
“I said, no! Stop...!”
Sinjun’s hand was somehow mechanical. Mechanical in that no matter what Dohyeon said, no matter how he resisted, it never once flinched and never once stopped. Nothing like a slow, simmering pleasure, this was violent and vivid, a current driven straight into his skull, and it had taken over his whole body. Before he knew it Dohyeon had hold of Sinjun’s wrist and was aiming something like a plea up at him. Whether that look and that grip meant to stop Sinjun somehow, or to take him in deeper, was impossible to tell.
The instant their eyes met, Dohyeon’s mind went briefly cold, as though doused in ice water. He felt that he must not look at the man any longer and screwed his eyes shut.
Which only sharpened every sense he had. The peak arrived not long after, like an electric shock.
“Ah, ngh, ah...!”
It was a feeling entirely new to his life. Unlike any sex he’d ever had. Completely different from coming through his cock... a sensation that seared through his head and left his whole body tingling. His body shook, his thighs flushed red. And yet, until Sinjun wiped him down with a tissue, Dohyeon didn’t even realize he’d come.
Sinjun had caught the semen in his palm to keep the inside of the car clean. Thanks to the jacket spread beneath him, there wouldn’t be a stain on the seat either.
Sinjun was that composed, and Dohyeon couldn’t come to his senses for a while. The only sound in the car was his own ragged breathing, as though he were the only one in it. The aftermath of the peak dispersed slowly, truly by tiny degrees. Belatedly, the things he’d said, the sounds he’d made, the rough breathing, all of it began to feel shameful.
Barely getting his breath back under control, Dohyeon checked Sinjun’s face. He’d assumed the man wouldn’t be looking at him this time either, and Sinjun’s gaze was fixed on him without deviating an inch.
He wanted to shout at the man not to look, and he couldn’t take his own eyes off him. They were eyes that gave nothing away. Maybe that was why he couldn’t lower his gaze and kept digging at what lay behind them instead. Whether the man genuinely regarded this as part of the job and felt nothing at all, or whether he too found the situation repellent and unwelcome... but for anything uncomfortable to be mixed in there, his look was strangely straight. He seemed to be examining Dohyeon’s condition closely.
“Stop staring and just clean me up...”
Dohyeon mumbled it weakly and let himself sink back against the seat. The lethargy rolling in over him made him forget the shame, at least for a moment. Having come once, his body did feel considerably lighter. His arms and legs still wouldn’t take any weight, and the fever hadn’t broken.
Sinjun cleaned Dohyeon up thoroughly where he lay slumped as though fused to the seat, then wiped his own hands and arms down and finished with hand sanitizer. Even half out of his mind, Dohyeon found the businesslike routine funny. A small, disbelieving laugh escaped him before he noticed.
He hadn’t been aware of the sound himself, and it had clearly reached Sinjun’s ears. The man looked down at Dohyeon’s laughing face for a moment, then reached through to the front seat and came back with pill bottles. He asked Dohyeon, who still wasn’t in any state to speak properly,
“Are you feeling better?”
That low voice seemed to drive straight into his ear. Gooseflesh rose over his whole body on instinct, though not in a bad way. Feeling it, Dohyeon gave a faint nod. Sinjun added nothing further, as if he’d known that would be the answer. He held the bottles up where Dohyeon could see them instead.
“A suppressant for the heat cycle, a fever reducer, and a sleeping pill.”
Again Dohyeon only nodded quietly. Sinjun pushed the three pills into his mouth, then supported the back of his neck and brought a water bottle to his lips. Dohyeon drank blankly and swallowed them down.
Only with his throat wet did he register how thirsty he’d been. He emptied more than half the bottle where he lay. Only after confirming he’d swallowed everything did Sinjun straighten up from where he’d bent over him. Then, as smoothly as he’d come over, he returned to the driver’s seat.
Dohyeon tried to force his clouded eyes as clear as he could manage. The glimpse he caught of Sinjun’s face was nothing but placid, as if nothing had happened at all. That was remarkable, and absurd, and steadying all at once, because it made perfectly clear that what had just taken place hadn’t been aimed at humiliating Jeong Dohyeon, and hadn’t been for either of their pleasure.
Sinjun spoke, entirely placid.
“You will be all right. Get some sleep.”
It was a strange thing. There was no reason for one line to put him at ease. And yet Dohyeon let go in an instant and fell into a deep sleep. As though something had put a spell on him.
