TW: Hate Smut! (Because that is the only thing people can write when it comes to Sjin and Ross)

Title: ~I Like It~

Ross narrowed his eyes at the man opposite him, his stance mirrored at the space-suited brunette. The fabric hugged every contour of Sjin’s body, emphasizing the bump of his hips, the tight material showing off his toned stomach and the v-shaped muscles of his pelvis. Sjin quirked his eyebrows, a smirk on his face as he relaxed his body, taking a few casual steps towards Ross.

‘Everything alright there, Djh3dhdcinemax?’ Sjin asked, his tone sickly sweet with a barely detectable hint of something more sinister. Ross snarled at hearing Sips’ parody of his name.

‘Been with Sips’ recently then, buddy?’ Ross smirked, Sjin managing to keep his façade up but unable to prevent a blush painting his cheeks.

‘You’re one to talk about boyfriends, honey.’ Sjin said quietly, his beard brushing against Ross’ cheek and sending shivers through him as he moved closer to him.

‘Does Smiff and Trott know you’re here?’ He whispered in his ear, his breath warm against his ear as he took his lobe between his teeth, tugging gently as Ross shuddered against him.

‘No…wh-what of them?’ Ross stuttered, Sjin’s palm flat against the lapels of his suit as he continued to nip hard down his neck. 

‘Oh come off it, Ross. Everyone knows you’re fucking.’ Sjin hissed in his ear, biting harder. Ross snarled in reply, his hand coming to catch the brunette by the throat, flexing his fingers against the white skin of his neck.

‘Someone’s eager tonight, Ross. What’ll it be? Are we going to get this over with or are you going to keep insisting that you don’t want me?’ Sjin asked, seemingly unfazed by Ross’ grasp. He swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing beneath Ross’ hand. Ross narrowed his eyes, suppressing another snarl at the brunette man.

‘Oh Ross, surely you’re not gonna make me spell it out to you? We both know why you’re here.’ Sjin whispered, his voice dripping with seduction.

‘I hate you, Sjin.’ Ross growled, his fingers dangerously tense against the man’s windpipe. One flex of those skilled fingers, and this breath could be his last.

‘No. You don’t.’ Sjin said, quirking a one sided smirk at the dark-haired man. Ross groaned, releasing his grip on the man. Sjin winked at him, dragging a solitary finger down Ross’ shirt-covered chest, raising his eyebrows as he felt the dark-haired man’s chest hitch beneath his hand. Ross snarled before dipping his head and kissing Sjin aggressively, the brunette’s lips a firm pressure against his own as they moved quickly in practised rhythm together. Despite being taller, Ross was easily the strongest of the two as he shoved Sjin against the interior wall of his farmhouse, arousal sparking between the pair as the friction between their clothed bodies as Ross grinded on the brunette, his length flush against Sjin’s thigh. Sjin bit hard on Ross’ lip, the taste of tangy blood in his mouth as Ross’ barely broke the kiss, flicking his eyes down Sjin’s body and quirking an eyebrow at the outline of Sjin’s hard length through his spacesuit, the brunette winking back at him before kissing him hungrily. His hand snaked down between their bodies to slip beneath Sjin’s skin-tight trousers, his arousal a slick heat beneath his fingers. Sjin moaned against his mouth at the heel of Ross’ work-calloused hand firm against his arousal, his touch sending sparks through his body as he grinded against Ross’ hand, all traces of his indifference to the stubbled architect gone. Ross’ kissed Sjin hungrily, his lips straying to bite hickies along his jaw and neck as his hands worked Sjin’s arousal, the bearded man’s breaths coming in pants and gasps against Ross’ lips, the bigger man still pinning his shoulder against the wall with his free hand. Feeling his own length uncomfortably hard in his own trousers, Ross moved his lips to Sjin’s ear. 

‘Bend over, slut.’ Ross growled, his low tones making Sjin’s length twitch as he pulled down his trousers and boxers with shaking hands, bending over and leaning on his forearms on the uneven wall now in front of him. Ross’ breath hitched, his own fingers brushing his arousal as he unzipped his trousers and let them drop to his thighs. Sjin pulled a cool bottle out of the pool of clothes around his ankles, winking at Ross as he handed it back to him. He squeezed lube onto his hands, stroking his length and gasping at the feeling of the cold gel against his hot skin as he gripped Sjin’s hip hard with his free hand, his fingers digging into the pale skin. With no preparation or warning, Ross positioned his length and thrust hard into the brunette, Sjin’s gasps peppering the air as pain tore through him. Ross held still for a minute or two, giving him time for the discomfort to subside and Sjin’s gasps of pain to turn to breathy moans before he moved, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into him.  Sjin gasps and his moans now very much of pleasure as Ross pounded in to him, a sheen of sweat on his brow and his shirt creased as he pushed into Sjin over and over again, adjusting his angle each time until he felt Sjin tense around him and his moans get higher. Colours burst in front of Sjin’s eyes as Ross smirked, hitting the spot over and over again as Sjin rocked his hips back to meet Ross’ thrusts. The feel of Sjin tensing around his length and the sound of his high moans made arousal coil in the dark-haired man’s stomach, his heart racing. The brunette’s grunts of encouragement and broken curses only making Ross’ thrusts even more erratic as Sjin was reduced to a whimpering mess, his cock hard between his legs and leaking precome.

‘Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me, bitch.’ Ross growled as Sjin gladly complied, stroking himself and gasping as Ross resumed his movements, the combination of stimuli pushing the brunette over the edge as he groaned, come spattering over the wall and floor in front of him. Feeling Sjin’ tense around his length and his loud moans made Ross reach his own climax, burying himself deep inside Sjin and taking his hips in a bruising grip as he gasped. 

Pulling out of Sjin, Ross wiped his brow with the back of his hand and pulled his trousers up, trying in vain to straighten his creased suit. Sjin straightened up, pulling back on his own clothes. 

‘Enjoy that?’ Sjin asked, a smirk painting his features as he regarded Ross’ dishevelled figure.

‘Fuck off, Sjin’ Ross remarked, flipping him off.

‘You say that, but you’ll be back.’ Sjin called as Ross left for home, swearing through his teeth and vowing to never tell Trott and Smith know what had happened. Back in the building, Sjin walked over to the table, stretching his sore body as moved some books and found where he’d hidden his mobile phone, the screen illuminated with a caller ID.

‘Do you believe me now?’ Sjin said into the device, leaning back against the surface.

‘Jesus Christ, Sjin…’ Trott replied, the shock in his voice audible even through the poor-quality phone line.