You found yourself pinned front-facing into the metal ladder of one of the bunkbeds, one hand holding your wrists together and the other one holding your jaw. "Hey, ease up, okay?"
"I'm getting a little sick of your teasing," he growled in your ear. "I'm not a patient kind of guy. Where'd you put my jacket, you little creep?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." You were glad he couldn't see your face, because you were grinning pretty hard. "Why would I take your jacket?"
"Because you're obsessed with me. Now fucking give it here before people think we're a thing."
"Oh, they don't think that already? Ssst-" He had pressed you even harder into the bars, feet a couple centimeters off the ground. "Okay, chill. Let go, I'll get it for you."
"So you do have it?"
"You aren't gonna find out by holding me here."
His hands loosened, then tightened, then loosened again, dropping you. The soles of your shoes hit the floor with a squeak and you jutted your hips back into him and ducked into the bunk before he could grab you again. You popped up and walked to the next aisle with your shoulders high. The woman's voice over the intercom rang out: "Lights out in 30 seconds."
Leaning against your bunk, you watched him try to play off his walk toward you. What a terrible actor. Was he limited to intimidation and cliché flirtation?
He went around to the other side of the bunk, his broad back facing you. "Well, get it, then."
"Get what?" you asked loudly, attracting a couple pairs of eyes.
He sneered at you and rolled his eyes, sitting back in his stance as you rustled around in the unmade bed. Just as you managed to grab the jacket, you looked at the clock with 5 seconds to go. You looked back to Deok-su, nodding your head to the side to invite him over.
He rolled his eyes again, chewed a part of his lower lip to hold back his crooked smile. He looked distinctly away from you, until the last second before lights out, when he locked eyes with you.
Lights out, he gripped the top rail of the bed and ducked into the bunk with you, snatching the jacket from your hands. Suddenly his face was centimeters from yours, his eyes nearly closed as he looked down at you. "What are you doing," he purred, lips almost touching you as he spoke, "stealing my clothes?"
The hot, prickling sensation of blush spread from your nose to your cheeks. Instead of saying anything, you just shrugged and shook your head.
He closed his eyes and smiled sideways, tongue in his lip. The moment he opened his eyes, he hand you pinned down to the bed, across the collarbone with the jacket to restrain you. The collar of the jacket covered your neck and chin.
He used his forearm to pin you down, knees straddling you. Black curls framed his face, casting extra shadow in the dark, and bringing out the lines and scars on his face. The snake on his cheek looked like it was hiding in the rushes.
"Look, you fucking stalker." He had you by the jaw again. "I already got myself too involved with that old lady. I don't have patience for another clingy little-"
"I'm not like, in love with you," you whispered, taking the volume down by a bunch. "And I didn't end up with this on purpose. It—it fell."
"Yeah, and you scuttled away with it."
"Okay, just, listen to me." Your eyes darted off to the side, focusing on nothing. "It fell in vicinity of my bed, and you were out there choking out that one girl, anyway that other guy you stabbed to death had grabbed-"
"Fucking Christ get to the point."
"I slid under the bed, it ended up there too, things like this happen."
"And then you kept it."
"Right, so I should have brought it over to you in front of your boys."
The crush of his ulna against your chest eased up. But the other hand squeezed your jaw. "Look me in the eyes."
You did, for about half a second before you couldn't take the embarrassment, and focused on his lips instead.
"My eyes are up here."
You looked back up into them and broke out in a laugh, which you quickly tried to muffle.
"Just admit you're obsessed with me."
"Why, what would you do if I admitted that?" you countered.
Lowering his face until his mouth was beside your ear, he growled, "Maybe I'd fuck some sense into you."
You shuddered from your shoulders down. The smell of his hair hanging over your face was infuriatingly arousing, especially considering how many days of blood and sweat were dried into it. Something about that salty, coppery combination was intoxicating.
"It smells like you," you whispered into his ear. "I couldn't help myself."
He pulled back slightly and gave you a very mixed-up look. "Gross."
"I'm not obsessed," you insisted, not quite sure of that statement yourself. "I just think you give good dick."
The bunkmate above you, whom you had previously assumed wasn't there, sighed loudly enough for you to hear and climbed down, walking off to some awake players.
Deok-su took his hand and arm off you, hips still hovering over yours and preventing you from getting up. In the dimlight of the single door's porthole, you could see the shadow of his half-hard cock cast against the seafoam fabric of his joggers. One of his broad hands reached up and gripped one of the bars of the bedframe, showing off the musculature of his triceps. When you looked back up to his face he was smirking down at you, eyes eating you up like a snack.
"So you're not obsessed with me, you just keep my jacket around because you can't stop thinking about my dick. Sounds like the same thing to me. Are you smelling it right now?"
"No I'm not smelling your dick," you said, hands pressing the jacket to your face. He tore it away from you again and as you lurched up to reach for it, he caught your wrists in his hand.
"What's the matter? This ain't funny anymore?" With the other hand, he looped the jacket through the top of the bunk, binding up your wrists and pulling tight for good measure. You hung partially suspended with your knees bent, shins coming up off the mattress.
"You gonna fuck some sense int-?"
"Are you gonna shut up?" He tightened the knot again.
You hung there craving his hands on you but unable to say anything about it. But from the twitch of his fingers, you could see he was holding back his own desire.
After staring each other down for almost a minute, you looked aside. "You want to hear it? Okay then. I'm obsessed with you."
That crooked smile cracked over his face and he moved closer to you. Pushed you aside. Past you. Threw an arm around your ribcage, and pressed his plump lips to the back of your neck. "Was that so hard?"
You squirmed at the goosebumps that washed over you, and tugged briefly at your wrist restraint.
"You really wanna fuck in front of all these people again?"
"Were you bluffing?"
He responded by pulling your pants to your ankles. One of his hands slithered between your legs and his fingers brushed across your clit. You followed his hand with your hips, trying to press against it more. You were so slick that briefly, one of his fingers slipped between your slick folds and you groaned.
"Are you just gonna tease me?"
"I'm not going in dry."
You kicked indignantly, catching nothing with your foot except bedsheet. "I'm dripping wet!"
"You're not quite dripping yet," he muttered against the back of your ear.
Achingly horny now, you made attempts to catch his hand between your thighs, each time evaded by his quick fingers slipping out. His other hand hooked under one of your thighs to hold it separate from the other. "Oh please, come on."
He breathed a laugh into the top of your head. "You stole my jacket, now you think you get to control the situation?" Knuckles and fingertips continued to tease your swollen clit and the sensitive folds of your flesh. Without pinching, he took your clit between two of his knuckles, squeezing with quick repetition. You could feel yourself filling with more slickness and brimming over, your moisture tickling your thighs as it dripped down.
"Fucking stop teasing me," you breathed. "Please."
He granted your wish, removing his hand from you completely. The sudden lack and need caused you to shiver hard, and you heard yourself drip onto the sheet.
You heard him shuffle around behind you, and then the creak of the bed as he positioned himself inside the small bunk. The anticipation was killing you. You wriggled around in frustration, making the bed squeak even more.
"Can you two keep it down?"
"Shut the fuck up," Deok-su snapped back, to no reply. "Sorry about that, sweetheart," he juxtaposed, patting your flank. "Now where was I?" The bed creaked again. "Oh yeah. Right here."
The hot, stiff head of his cock slid into you, and you heard him groan as he sank in more deeply. The bed creaked with every movement, quickly sinking into a rhythm that let the whole room know, for certain, that you were fucking.
With your bound hands, you gripped the metal pole as best as you could, using the force you had to push back against him.
One of his hands wrapped around the front of your hip, pressing down on your soft mound with his middle finger against your clit, as he pressed you tightly onto his cock. You wriggled your hands around to hold yourself more steady, so you could push back onto him. The bed creaked from side to side, rattling into the surrounding bunks.
You peeked behind you as best you could. His head and neck were craned back, nose nearly touching the bunk above. Clearly this wasn't the easiest position to be fucking you in...which made it really hot, honestly, that he was so dedicated. Sweat beaded on his neck, illuminated only by the scarce light in the room. With one of your legs you reached around his hip, heel against his ass, trying to push him further into you.
All of a sudden the jacket's knot slipped loose. You let go, falling to the mattress, and he grasped you by the hips, keeping your flesh against his.
You dripped down the inside and front of your thighs, feeling small splashes as he slammed into you, pushing your face into the mattress. You felt the brush of fabric against your skin as he slipped the jacket around your neck and pulled back sharply, giving you a quick choke. One of your hands grabbed at the jacket, and while you were off-balance he dragged you back by the thighs, his own thighs fully underneath you as he slapped you down on his cock.
"That—feels—great," you choked out. He yanked the jacket downward from your neck to your decolletage, pulling you back by the shoulders so that you couldn't reach the mattress in front of you. With every thrust, you felt the instinctual sensation of falling because you could not brace yourself, and the synthesis of pleasure and thrill built on each other until you hardly cared about keeping quiet.
One of his hands was clearly holding the jacket in suspension, his other hand readjusting on your hip every several strokes to see if he could drive you harder onto his lap. Since you couldn't brace yourself on the bed, you reached back to grab one of his thighs, using his own force against him to meet his rhythm with a satisfying smack. Moans began to leak out of him as well gravelly and barely-contained.
He pried your hand off of him, pulling the jacket tightly so that your back was against his chest. You had very little mobility, stretched across him like this. "I'm in charge."
You shivered, and chuckled through heavy breaths, "Sure you are."
The jacket disappeared from in front of you and you were face-first in the mattress. You reached to push yourself up but your wrists were intercepted. He looped the jacket around them. "I really hate that fuckin' attitude of yours." Bringing your thighs up to your stomach, he tied those in place too; now you were almost completely immobile.
Your heart was thrumming hard in your chest. If he wasn't careful he could easily snap your neck. The feeling of danger subsided when he was back inside you, the taut position of your legs giving access to new angles of pleasure. It was frustrating that you couldn't be in any control of the pace, however, and you struggled against your restraints to try to get extra friction. Your thighs began trembling from the inside. The jacket binding your limbs to yourself felt like a warm embrace.
"You don't get to cum yet," he said, as if it was really his choice. You could feel the warm precum seeping from his throbbing cock, and squeezed your thighs as hard as you could.
It was already happening. You put your tongue between your teeth, your face twisting up as you tried not to make a sound. You closed your eyes and let the pleasure overtake you, making you limp.
"Did you just cum?" he growled low.
"No I didn't," you moaned quietly. "Please keep fucking me, sir."
You could feel that he was close, that he was trying to hold back. "Good," he huffed. "You don't...cum until...I let you."
"Yes, sir, of course."
Flipping you onto your back with a determination, he picked up the pace again, driving in hard. "Now beg me."
Pleased by keeping your secret to youself, you complied. "Please let me cum, sir."
He was just smashing you into the mattress at this point, your wrists digging into your back. Sweat dripped from his face onto yours. You looked down at his hands digging into your hips, and watched his hands flex up and claw into you.
"Say it louder."
"Please let me cum, sir," you said at normal-speaking volume. You watched his eyes roll back and flutter shut, his lips dropping open as he held you down on the bed and pulled out of you, spilling his load onto the floor. You feigned disappointment. "Well wait-"
"You stole my shit and you think I'm gonna let you cum? Hahahaha!" He untwined the jacket from between your limbs, giving your clit a little flick. You sat up and gave him a sour look. "Gimme yours," he said, grabbing your jacket as soon as you picked it up from behind you. He ripped the numbers off (those were Velcro? Huh) and switched yours with his and tossed back his jacket to you, adorned with your number.
"Smart," you said. "So nobody thinks we're a thing." You heard one of your bunk neighbors stifle a laugh.
"I wouldn't want Mi-Nyeo over here slitting your throat," he grumbled. Getting up with your jacket gripped in his hand, he rolled his shoulders and head and said loudly, "Don't let me catch you with my shit again."
"Yeah, whatever."
