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A soft thud echoing across the hallway makes Koko stop dead in his tracks.
It isn't the first time Koko has worked late so he knows no one else except the guards outside would be present at this hour. But the strangest was that he heard the sound coming from the break room; Where there's only a vacant bar no one wants to visit anymore. Could it be that someone was in there?
Heart thumping fiercely against his chest, Koko moves a few steps towards the mahogany double doors that he now realizes are open by a few inches, faint light spilling through. He presses his back against the wall next to the door, listening for any movements as he reaches for his gun. Everything goes quiet for a brief moment, but then he thinks he might've heard someone gasp.
Koko tries his best to calm his racing heart before bringing himself to peep through the opening, ready to aim his gun at the nameless intruder. However, the sight that greets him is the complete opposite of what he was expecting—making his movements go completely rigid, the grip on his gun loosening in shock.
What he sees isn't just one person but two, in the most obscene position, their figures illuminated under golden conical lights hanging from above and Koko's heart rate picks up again when he recognizes the familiar, blonde buzzcut.
It is Inupi who's bent over the pool table a few feet across from the entrance—completely bare except for socks, one leg hitched up on the surface as the other person kneels behind him, still fully clothed, eating him out with vigour. Their dark hair is unravelled messily, covering most of their face but Koko could still catch a glimpse of a familiar dragon tattoo on their temple.
Draken has two fingers lodged inside Inupi alongside his tongue as he works him open skillfully. Inupi reaches from behind to hold onto Draken's head, likely trying to grind on his face but the latter has a firmer grip on Inupi's hips, making him unable to do so.
On the other side of the door, Koko stays rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the pair as he tries to process the entire course of events. He isn't surprised to find his friend with a man since Koko had already known Inupi identifies himself as a gay person. And it's true Inupi often teamed up with Draken for missions but he had never guessed them to fuck around—especially Draken. He'd always thought Draken only had eyes for Mikey but it doesn't seem like that's the case.
The logical part of his brain commands him to turn around and leave, pretend he saw nothing but Koko finds it impossible to tear his gaze away from Inupi—the tint of rosy pink on his cheeks and neck, skin glowing gold under the lights, eyes screwed shut as if he's in complete bliss; He looks ethereal.
His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when Inupi lets out a high whine, a sound that Koko didn't even know he could make. Hell, he didn't know Inupi would be involved in something like this when he's never shown interest in dating or sex despite the rest of the crew nagging him to do so. Koko isn't sure about what that makes him feel.
He watches as Draken moves down to suck on Inupi's balls, then runs his tongue upwards languidly from his perineum to where his fingers are buried inside, fucking him with his tongue a few times before pulling away again. He tilts his head to see Inupi's reddened face as he adds a third finger and this time, a moan escapes Inupi’s lips, unbidden. The sound goes straight to Koko's dick.
“You're louder than usual, ‘Nupi. D'you want someone to hear you that bad?”
Koko is almost startled by how utterly debauched Draken sounds, his voice a few octaves lower than usual. He understands why Inupi would moan and whine like that when he's only getting fingered by Draken.
“But you like it.” The blonde smirks, turning his head to look at the evident bulge as Draken stands up to his full height without pulling out his fingers. He bends down wordlessly to leave a trail of kisses starting from Inupi's lower back to his nape, then whispers something in his ear that makes Inupi shudder. Koko can feel his cock straining inside his pants but he keeps his gaze fixated on Inupi.
The squelch of lube echoes inside the room as Draken continues to fuck Inupi with his fingers, pressing open-mouthed kisses on his nape and the juncture between Inupi's shoulder and neck.
“C'mon, 'm ready.” Inupi breathes out, reaching up to lace his fingers through Draken's inky hair.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Draken teases. Koko can't see Draken's face clearly from this angle but he knows he's smirking.
“Want your cock. I want you to fill me up so good.” Inupi purrs, not a single ounce of shame in his words and it does something to Koko. He knows Inupi never beats around the bush and he isn't the most patient person he's known but it still makes Koko's face burn in embarrassment. He imagines if Inupi were to tell him that, he definitely wouldn't be able to respond right away, but of course, Draken could.
“So impatient.” Draken simply chuckles, almost as if he's... Used to it.
He helps Inupi turn over and lie on his back before moving to unbuckle his belt, taking out his fully hard cock in one swift move and Koko nearly gasps for the second time that night. Given Draken's stature, it's no surprise that he's huge—both in length and girth. Koko distantly wonders how Inupi would be able to take it inside him. He guesses he's about to find out soon.
Draken reaches for the discarded bottle of lube on the pool table and pours a generous amount directly onto his dick, coating himself. He can't help but wonder what's missing until he sees Draken spread Inupi's legs wider and line his tip against Inupi's hole. He doesn’t wear a condom.
A sneer forms on Koko's lips.
Did they only fuck each other and nobody else? Were they dating behind everyone's back? More specifically Koko's back?
He doesn't want to admit how bitter it makes him feel.
It's true that he and Inupi didn't have the same relationship they did when they were kids, but they aren’t strangers either. Hell, they still share the same condo Koko first bought a few years after joining Toman and offered Inupi to stay at until he could move out—which he never did—claiming that he’s too lazy to move out again.
But Koko knows that’s an excuse, and he isn’t just staying for old times’ sake. Throughout the years, the two of them have constantly looked out for each other and Koko knows that’s not going to change, ever. He isn't sure if that is considered as being ‘friends’ or if that even makes Koko worth knowing about Inupi's private life.
But that's not what made him feel so bitter; It's the feelings he had buried in the deepest nook of his heart that starts re-emerging, something he thought was only a fleeting emotion he felt for his childhood friend. And he's realizing it only now as he watches Inupi get impaled by Draken's cock, inch by inch until he bottoms out.
He secretly wishes it was him instead.
Draken is gentle and patient with sex—a direct contrast from how he is when he's on missions. Koko hasn't personally witnessed a lot of it, being the one who deals with finance, but he hears about how unforgiving Draken is even without a weapon, much more ruthless than he was back when Toman was first formed.
That same ‘ruthless’ person is now running his fingers softly across Inupi's thighs, making the latter shiver in delight. He then pulls out almost completely before slamming back in and the table shakes from the impact. Inupi is successful in keeping silent the first few times, but eventually lets out a moan, each one louder than the one before.
Inupi covers his mouth with one hand as Draken fastens his pace, the other desperately holding the edge of the table. He's practically folded in half at this point, giving Koko a perfect view of where Draken's cock appears and disappears inside him, and Koko hates how much it turns him on.
Despite knowing he'll regret it later when he's not horny out of his brain, Koko finally gives in and pulls out his own cock from the confines of his pants—now fully hard and throbbing, and gives it a stroke. He nearly moans out at the relief he got but manages to stop himself before he could make a sound. He spits on his palm to make the slide easier and peers through the gap again right on time to see Inupi reach for the collar of Draken's shirt and pulls him down for a messy kiss. Though, it doesn't last long as he just ends up moaning into Draken's mouth.
He sees Inupi's back arching off the table the next moment, his thighs tightening around Draken's waist and Koko realizes Draken must've hit the spot.
“There?” Draken asks as if on cue.
“Mm, yeah. Do that again—ah!”
Koko had been too immersed in Inupi to notice Draken's hands wandering every part of his body, now glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He purposely avoids Inupi's cock drooling on his stomach and opts to play with his nipples instead.
It's almost as if Draken knows what he's doing. He does everything with practiced ease and Inupi doesn't even have to voice out where he wants him to touch. It's clear their relationship might have a longer history than he initially thought. Dating or just fucking, whatever label they put on themselves, Koko doesn't want to think of the possibilities.
He could only watch pathetically as they both clumsily manage to take off the waistcoat and shirt Draken's wearing and let it fall to the hardwood floor. Inupi's hands are immediately all over Draken's chest and biceps, digging his fingernails into the firm muscles. Koko honestly can't blame Inupi. Draken has a body of a Greek God with mature, robust and firm proportions, smooth skin with no other tattoos or piercings. He truly is a sight to behold.
Inupi finally settles with wrapping his arms around Draken's neck as he sets a ruthless pace and the table jolts with every thrust. If Koko isn't so horny, he would definitely be worried the table might break and interrupt their passionate moment—but Koko is also reaching his climax.
It doesn't take long until he sees Inupi visibly shudder and spurt come all over his and Draken's chests. He keeps holding onto Draken still, probably too oversensitive to do anything else.
Koko hears Inupi say something along the lines of ‘inside’ and ‘please’, his voice weak and desperate which only spurs Draken to fuck him even harder. The pool table creaks underneath them as he keeps going until his thrusts finally come to an abrupt halt. Koko realizes belatedly that Draken must've spilled into Inupi with his cock buried to the hilt.
As soon as he has pulled out completely, Draken moves back a little, holding Inupi's legs apart as if he's admiring a work of art. Koko follows his gaze to see cum trickling slowly out of Inupi's hole, some of it dripping onto the edge of the table while he desperately tries to keep them all inside.
And that's what finally pushes him over the edge.
Blood rushes to Koko's ears and his legs feel wobbly, but somehow, he acts fast to tuck himself away and begrudgingly wipes his own cum off his hand. He didn't want to stain his expensive boxer briefs but he had no other choice.
As he is busy with this, he hears Draken and Inupi converse and he doesn't mean to eavesdrop anymore but he still hears it.
“My place, or yours?” Draken asks, his voice so steady Koko might've thought he came back from an evening walk if he hadn't just witnessed him fucking Inupi at a pace that could've broken the pool table.
“Yours. I don't wanna bump into Koko.”
Koko's heart nearly lunges out of his throat at the mention of his name and he can’t help but peek through again. He finds Draken collecting their crinkled clothes from the floor, seemingly taking his sweet time. As if he’s sure no one would show up.
And yet…
“Fine by me.” Draken agrees easily and Koko thinks he might say something about him next but he doesn't. “Should we play billiards more often?” He suddenly asks, his tone flirtatious.
“I'd like that.” Inupi smiles coquettishly as he sits up on the table, uncaring of the mess under him. Koko doesn't think he'd ever seen Inupi look so content and… Happy. With Draken.
“Then, do you wanna play one more round?”
“Nope, just wanna shower.”
“Sex in the shower it is.”
“You're such a horndog.” Inupi makes an annoyed face but his voice sounded far from that—it even carried a hint of adoration. Koko had known Inupi for so long but this is a side of Inupi he had never known about, but he wishes he did.
“You're equally horny y'know?”
“‘m not.”
Draken responds with a kiss instead that makes Inupi melt in his embrace. When they part for a few seconds, Inupi looks into Draken’s eyes, practically oozing with endless love and adoration. And that's when Koko finally looks away. He had just watched them fuck but its only now that he felt like he was invading their privacy.
Guilt comes rushing towards him in full speed as soon as his foggy mind starts to clear up. His regret of watching and jerking off to the only person he could call a ‘friend’ weighs down on him heavily and he knows it will haunt him once he's alone with his thoughts. For now, he forces those thoughts to the back of his head and takes the stairs down quietly before he could be discovered.
Upstairs, Draken glances at the slightly open door and smirks to himself.