Chaos Theory

With a sudden jerk, Joong pulls Dunk back and presses him against the door, slamming him into the hard wood. He grabs one of Dunk's hands and shackles it above his head, fingers interlocking tightly. Joong crashes his lips against Dunk's in a brutal, dominating kiss, his tongue forcing its way into Dunk's mouth possessively.

Joong grinds his body hard against Dunk's, crushing him between the unyielding door and the equally unyielding firm muscled planes of Joong's chest and hips. Dunk whimpers against Joong's marauding mouth. Pain mixes with pleasure, making his head swim dizzily.

Dunk's free hand comes up to clutch at Joong's shoulder, fingers digging in almost painfully as he tries to anchor himself. His body feels like it's on fire, pleasure flooding his senses, turning his bones to jelly. He's panting harshly, unable to catch his breath as Joong kisses him like he's trying to devour him whole. Dunk's mind spins, going hazy and blank, overloading on the intensity of the sensations swamping him. All he can do is cling to Joong and surrender himself completely to the passionate onslaught.

Joong kisses him-deep, hard, and unrelenting. It's not a question anymore; it's a statement. His mouth moves hungrily against Dunk's, lips parting, breath hot and impatient. The kiss isn't polished-it's raw, messy, full of heat and urgency, like he's been waiting too long.

Dunk gasps softly against his mouth, caught completely off guard. His eyes flutter shut, brows drawing in slightly from the overwhelming sensation. His knees weaken, his chest rising and falling too quickly. A soft, helpless noise escapes him as Joong's grip tightens-not to hurt, but to keep him grounded, because Dunk feels like he might float away. His body feels flushed, overwhelmed, but good. His mind is fogging up, his breath catching as the kiss deepens again. He tries to kiss back, but Joong is leading all of it, and Dunk is just-lost.

Breaking the kiss, Joong moves his mouth to Dunk's neck, sucking strongly on the sensitive skin. Dunk throws his head back, bashing his skull against the door as he bares his throat wantonly to Joong's questing lips and teeth. Joong mouths his way down Dunk's neck, alternating between sharp little nips and long, lavish licks.

Dunk is whimpering high in his throat, the sounds needy and wrecked. He's so worked up he can't help but bring his hand to his mouth, biting down hard on the flesh to try to muffle his moans and cries. The sharp sting of pain helps ground him a little but it's still overwhelming.

Joong's lips are like a brand against his flushed skin, marking him, claiming him. Each sucking kiss leaves behind a vivid purple mark, a physical reminder of Joong's possession. Dunk feels each mark like a flickering flame, burning him up from the inside out.

"Do you like that?" Joong rasps against Dunk's ear, his voice pure sex. "Being mine?"

Dunk can only whimper in response, trembling and shuddering against Joong. His free hand reaches back to tangle in Joong's hair, keeping his mouth pressed against Dunk's throat. Joong groans, the sound vibrating against Dunk's skin. He sucks a particularly brutal mark right over Dunk's pulse point, setting his teeth into it, biting down...

Dunk cries out, back arching, the sound shocking loud in the small space. His hand flies to his mouth again, trying to stifle the sounds as Joong continues his devastating assault.

Joong lifts his head, his lips brushing the shell of Dunk's ear. "You feel so good, Dunk," he says. His fingers continue their torment of Dunk's sensitive chest, teasing and tugging until Dunk is a writhing, mewling mess in Joong's arms

Dunk nods frantically,a moan catching in his throat,His breath stutters in his chest,He won't beg, won't lower himself to plead, even if Joong is slowly driving him out of his mind but as he tries to drag in air. "Y-yes... yes, Joong... p-please..." He moans, his free hand scrabbling at Joong's shoulders, trying to pull him closer.

"Please what?" Joong teases, his tongue snaking out to lick a wet stripe up Dunk's throat.

Dunk's breath hitched, he tried but not a single word comes out .

Joong spun Dunk around abruptly, his strength evident as he effortlessly threw Dunk onto the bed. Dunk landed with a soft thud, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fear. He tried to prop himself up on his hands, but his arms trembled, weak from the intense kissing session they had just shared.

Joong stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes burning with desire as he slowly pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned, muscular body. Every ripple of muscle was ready to fuck Dunk raw, and Dunk couldn't help but stare, his mouth going dry. Dunk felt a thrill of anticipation and nervousness.

"J-joong," Dunk whispered, his voice barely audible. He tried to sit up, to regain some control, but his body betrayed him, sinking back into the mattress.

Joong, sensing his uncertainty, pounced. He crawled onto the bed. Dunk let out a soft gasp as Joong's body covered his, the weight of him both intimidating and exciting. Joong's lips found Dunk's neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, sending shivers down Dunk's spine.

"Relax....," Joong murmured against his skin, his voice a low rumble.

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