He was bluffing, and you knew it. There was no way he had a mental map of the building, no way he knew where he was going. You weren't going to just stumble into the room of the last game.

You were pretty much entertaining him, looking for an empty place to fuck. Then it might be easier to convince him to go back to the beds and go the fuck to sleep, instead of bumbling around all night.

The idea was that if you actually got through all this alive, you'd have to do some risky shit so you could look back and say, "At least I was a badass about it." Maybe that was a twisted justification for your escapism.

The next door you opened led to an eerie room that you recognized as the one that had almost taken both your lives. The floors below had already been cleaned and scrubbed, and the glass panels replaced.

"Whoa."

Empty, and dark. The only lights on were the ones lining the glass bridge. The hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up as the memory of glass shattering rang clearly inside your head.

"What if we fucked on there," Deok-su threw away.

"Good one," you said.

You couldn't help the visual that came along; the sight of his naked, sweaty ass pressed onto the glass while you hopped up and down on his dick. Better than the thoughts you were just having.

"That would be dumb, we could get caught."

"Yeah," he agreed.

The two of you were staring at that first tile. The one you both knew could hold your combined weight, and likely the force of fucking upon it.

"I don't think we'd fall, though," you said. "Like it would be a possibility but I think we'd hold each other up."

He chuckled. "You think I'd trust you not to throw me off?"

"Yeah."

You both went silent.

"How do we know they didn't get switched?"

"Valid question," you said. "I wonder." You produced a knife from your pocket.

"Wh-you have that little backstabber's knife?"

"I pickpocketed it from the guard after he confiscated it from you, come on now." Flicking it open, you reached out toward the left panel. "I'm shocked neither of you tried to do it. But I guess it's difficult to be low-key when you're the center of attention. Hold me by the hips so I can lean out." You crouched down, stabilizing yourself on the pink railing, and waiting until his hands were on you before you stretched forward, scratched the glass and crawled back. Repeat, on the right.

"Well? What's the deal?"

Flipping the knife closed, you motioned to the panels. "The left one has several clear scratches. The left one has kind of a faint scratch right here and there; that's as hard as I pressed." That one is the tempered glass."

He looked from you to the panel, pausing. You could see the thoughts turning in his head. Both of you knew there was a fraction of a chance you were wrong.

"If it helps, I used to repair cell phone screens and sell tempered glass protectors so I know...enough."

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with your credentials, and leaned toward the panel, puffing his chest to intimidate it. With one hop he was safely suspended high above the checkered ground, and just like that his confidence returned. He smiled open-mouthed at you. "Well? What are you waiting for, scaredy cat?"

You smiled sideways, focusing on the platform ahead of you as you jumped forward. He reached out reflexively to catch you, for which you were grateful, in deep denial about your clumsiness.

With shoes on, the grip on the glass was better and worse. Better, because you weren't sweating nervously and slipping on your own feet, and worse because every time either of you shuffled your feet the barely-worn rubber soles would squeak terribly on the glass.

It set in that this decision was maybe a bit manic. But it was too late now. Was it? Maybe if you went back he would follow you. You could fuck on the carpeted-

Oh his tongue was in your mouth? Fuck. Fuuuck. This you hadn't expected. But you eagerly mapped out his tongue, relishing the feeling of your taste buds rubbing over each other's, and the sensitivity of his tongue tip brushing against your inner gums. Just as you thought you might choke on your own saliva he broke the kiss, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth.

At first, you sucked those fingers like a boba straw, eyes closed as you made them sloppy wet with your tongue. Next, upon remembering you were both hovering over a drop designed to kill you, you opened your eyes in a flash of horror, and whimpered.

Noticing your expression he pulled his fingers out. "You good?"

"Scared of heights," you said, "keep going though."

"What?"

"Put your fucking fingers in me, I said." You dragged his hand down into your pants, focusing on the lines of his face and the curls of his hair rather than your distance from the ground. That way, when your heart began to leap out of its chest, at least it felt sexy instead of terrifying.

He was an endlessly expressive man, smile deepening lasciviously as his slicked fingers sank into your softness. Closing his eyes when you moaned, with an expression like having tasted decadence for the first time. Damn, could he make a person feel sexy.

"Take your pants off," he said. You complied quickly, tossing them at the carpeted platform and hoping they landed there. "Jump up and wrap your legs around me."

All of your instincts and your training told you to obey him, but you did not. "I don't think I can."

"No?"

"I think I'm physically unable to do that right now. It's hot, I just don't think I can do that up here."

"I'll just pick you up."

"Oh, I...yes. Shit."

"Don't fucking scream."

He squatted down and hoisted you up, hands sliding down to spread your legs across himself. Amazingly you did not scream, even though you most assuredly thought you were about to die right then.

One of his hands let go of you and you clung tightly, still in afraid mode. "Relax, I'm just adjusting my dick." You felt him poke it against you, bare against your ass. "Okay, okay." Once again he used both hands to hold you. You could feel him shaking a bit in the hands, which were also a bit clammy. "Scared of heights. That's so stupid."

The feminine urge to remind him how many people you both watched fall to their deaths. It would probably only further arouse him, but you weren't sure you wanted that energy right now.

"Well take yours off, huh? Or down a little." You tried to use your shoes to pull down at his pants. "I can't get them over your fat ass."

"Excuse me?" He fake-dropped you, which you had been preparing for, but it made your stomach flip over nonetheless.

"No i meant-like it's a good thing. I look at it a lot, like quite often...you're gonna make me beg?" you asked after several more futile attempts to get his pants down.

He smiled crookedly at you, inches from your face as he shoved his pants downward and prodded his cock at your hole.

"That isn't going in unless we get lower. I'm so sorry."

"Lower?"

"Like can you sit on the glass?"

He looked down at the glass. "It's fine. I can just lift you like this and then hold you up here-"

As he tried to lift you off of his hips, he found that you were practically glued around him. He sighed heavily, shifting all your weight onto one of his forearms so he could reach out for balance as he sat on the edge of the glass. "No, fucking stand up."

"Huh?"

"Stand on either side of me and put it right here." He pointed to his mouth.

You didn't need more encouraging, shoving yourself into his face with a guttural purr. Just as when it was in your mouth, his tongue was firm and sensual, wetting you up in a matter of seconds. This was an angle you hadn't dreamed of seeing him from. You hovered a hand over his forehead, holding yourself back from stroking his hair away from it. "Fuck okay, yeah. Can I sit on your dick yet?"

He pulled you down by the forearms and both of you groaned as he lowered you onto him. Your bare shins knocked against the tempered glass. Screwing your eyes shut, you bounced your hips up and down, hands hooked tightly over Deok-su's shoulders.

"Stop holding me so tight."

"Fuck you, guy, we're still up here."

You felt his mouth in the crook of your neck, vibrating slightly with a low chuckle.

"Don't psych me out again."

"No, why would I do that?" Ah yes, his fake-sweet voice. You rode him a little harder as he took your jaw into his hand. "Because...you look so pretty when you're scared?"

"Wh-" In a horrifying moment he tipped you backward, but your hundred-foot drop was cut short by his other arm around your back. Every muscle in your body clenched tightly.

In this motion he rocked back and leaned all the way backwards, his back against the glass. The sight of his shirt riding up over his stomach dissipated whatever anger you had just felt; you sank down further onto his cock, and moaned through your closed lips.

"You like being scared."

While it's true that you shivered from toe to head, looking around you at the facade of an empty circus tent, you squeezed your eyes shut again. "I don't know if I'd say I like it."

"You keep trembling."

"Just because it feels good on your dick doesn't mean-"

"Well do you wanna stop?"

"No, shut up." You grounded down and clenched around him, the core of you greedy for as much pleasure as you could find under life-threatening conditions. Opening your eyes again, you looked down at him. Wow. He was a different kind of handsome when he was underneath you.

The checkerboard floor loomed below, everpresent. Rather than closing your eyes, this time, you kept them open, awakening yourself to the thrill that you still had not fallen. This would be one of the top five sexiest things you'd ever done. From the floor, back to him. He leaned up on his forearms now, eyes fixated on his dick going in and out of you. The lusting look on his face only added to your pleasure.

One of his hands gripped one of your hips, directing your movement more precisely to get deeper inside of you. "Fuck," he breathed. "You like that?"

You nodded, finding yourself choked up from the grind of his cock against your inner walls. "Gyeah," you managed to say, throat filling with saliva. The sweat of both of you combined made a rhythmic squeak against the glass, and you wondered what anybody standing below you would see. "Fuck, that'd be hot."

"What," he panted, gripping your hips tightly with both hands as he fucked up into you.

"Oh, uh...j-just thinking if...if somebody walked in, and could see us from below…"

"Hahahaha, so banging way up here isn't freaky enough for you?" You moaned in response, raking your fingers across his sides; you were getting close. He grabbed your wrists. "Don't fuckin do that. I'm not into that."

"Okay," you huffed, shifting around on his hips. "Can I spit in your mouth."

"Fuck no."

You basically giggled, and though you tried to play it off as a noise of pleasure, his ego could tell the difference. The anger in his eyes wasn't quite murderous, but the thrill that he still might just kill you was….well. Thrilling.

"Get up," he grunted, though you could tell from the grip of his hands he didn't want you off. He smacked your ass to punctuate the instruction. "Get up, get on your knees in the middle."

You rolled your eyes but conceded, setting your knees wide. There was that checkered floor again, so far away you couldn't make out the borders of the squares. No getting used to that, but you supposed that was the point. Might as well suck a dick while you're up here-

Deok-su's hand pushed you gently forward between the shoulderblades and you whipped your hands out in front of you to brace yourself as he sank right back into you. Once again, your desire to be railed fucking hard outranked your immediate fear of the situation.

You tried to embrace it again, focusing first on the way his fingertips hooked around your thighs from behind and dug into your flesh. The way he hammered into you. The way you were now directly faced with the glass separating you from a tumble to death. The only more frightening idea was if you screamed and got gunned down by a pink guard. Then again, it might be a quicker-"Ooh."

He slammed into you so hard that you could feel, briefly, the ridges of his hipbones carving into your ass.

"Fucking do that again, please," you said, not caring how desparate you sounded at this point. You had slipped into a sense of surrealism. He responded by pounding into you so hard, you had to relax your face against the glass to brace yourself against the impact.

And the glass smelled, tasted like the both of you. You drooled openly, switching between staring at the ominous floor beneath you and screwing your eyes shut to focus on the carnal sensations behind you. Within you. Creeping upwards into your lower ribs…

"Yeah fuck me through the fucking glass." You slurred it like a drunk, absolutely not meaning it but at the same time, if that's how you were going to die- "I'm surprised it hasn't cracked from the weight of your cock." Stupid. Apparently it worked for him, though. He drilled into you with as quick of a pace as he could, and when that didn't satisfy him he doubled over you with the determination of an octopus grappling a shark.

He was becoming more vocal; still constraining his volume, but clearly struggling to. You delighted in the slight hitches in his hip movements, appreciating just how hard he tried to appear in control; though it was clear his skin longed for yours with mutual passion. Suffice it to say, you were equally uncontrollably horny. Both just slapping into each other with the utmost intention to cum really fucking hard.

"How far up do you think this is, huh?" you taunted, for some fucking reason. Maybe you wanted him to physically push your skull into the glass, fuck it. "They never told us."

"Shutup," he muttered.

"I think like, 30 meters. Do you think that's enough to kill a person?"

"Fuck is wrong with you," he growled, the fingers of his right hand twitching.

At this point, you weren't sure. Perhaps it was the very recent nature of certain traumatic events. "You better be fucking me like we're both about to die. We better cum before it happens."

Tightly winding your hairs into a fist, he finally granted your secret wish by mushing your face into the glass. "In that case, you better cum right now."

The railing wasn't too far in front of you, so you reached forward and gripped it with your left hand, at the same time managing to get your fingers over the side of the panel to your right. "You gonna throw me off if I don't?"

His legs spread between your knees and he was almost uncomfortably up in your guts; but only almost. "Yeah I will, you fucking freak."

"Better fuck me harder, then," you taunted. Surely this was a demon of lust overtaking you and speaking for you. He did fuck you harder, so that the top of your head just peeked over the edge enough to see the distant floor unobstructed. "Aa, fuck!"

"I got you," he grunted, fingers twitching and quivering as he repeatedly pulled you back onto him.

This place had truly twisted you, for it was that final flirt with death that caused you to start involuntarily squeezing around him. The sound of rhythmic slapping intensified in your ears as your fingers and toes began to curl up. You gripped the glass panel for dear life, eyes wide open to the checkerboard floor of doom as the orgasm overtook you. You managed to successfully hold back a shout of pleasure but couldn't stop your mouth from falling wide open as you pushed back, trying to take in as much of him as you could while still pulsating.

Still hard, he continued to fuck you, slowing his pace to relish the feeling of your grateful hole. Your body went mostly limp, except for your arms pushing you away from the edge. The weight of you going slack increased the pressure between the top of his cock and the back of your inner walls. Your eyes and hips twitched and you moaned low in your throat. "Please don't stop, let's die like this."

"Hahaha, you gonna cum again already?" His voice had deepened to practically a purr.

"Not really, this just feels so. Good."

"God, you're such a slut for my cock, aren't you," he breathed, picking up the pace again.

You looked back at him over your shoulder to see his sexy, expressive face, and just as his eyes met yours they rolled shut. His movements stuttered before he slammed into you unfettered and you shivered as you felt his hot release inside of you.

He slipped out of you so quickly that a good deal of cum poured out onto the glass; both of you chuckled. You held back the surprisingly strong urge to rut in the puddle. Just use yourself to smush all that gushy cum across the panel-

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him pull his pants up to just under his dick, lingering for supposedly your benefit before he tucked it away.

He practically strode over to the carpeted platform while you launched forward, tucked, and rolled. Even once your pants were back on, you couldn't help but squeeze your legs together a little.

Neither of you talked for a minute, each surveying the grand room again as you finished dressing. The cum puddle sparkled in the light and you couldn't stop your next shiver from coming on. "I still wanna fuck," you said suddenly, in a much deeper voice than you were used to using.

"Hahahaha, Jesus, really? You're obsessed with me!"

"Well do you wanna keep snooping around until we find the room for the last game or do you want me to suck your dick?"

"Well give me a minute."