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Wet lips pressed against his, silencing him. For a moment, Seong found himself pressing back, all reason leaving the soft, warm touch he had been craving for months.
The lips parted, Thomas’s face tilting to one side as a clumsy tongue tried to press into Seong’s. It was like being licked by a dog.
Seong’s senses returned with the inexperience and intoxication of the kiss, and he shoved hard at Thomas’s chest. “Stop,” he growled when Thomas resisted. He twisted his head away to get a bit of distance. “Thomas-”
Thomas’s mouth pressed against Seong’s neck. Everywhere the younger man was touching felt like it was burning, a heat Seong desperately wanted to sink into even with the awkward touches.
Teach him then, the too charming voice of his original mentor seemed to whisper. Teach him how to please you, like I taught you.
“FUCK!”
He bucked his hips up and caught Thomas’s arm against Seong’s side. With a twist, he managed to get them over, putting Thomas on the ground instead and forcing him back. “I SAID NO,” he roared as Thomas struggled under him, long legs wrapping around Seong’s hips. He grabbed Thomas’s jaw and squeeze until a whimper escaped him. “No, Thomas!”
Tears welled up in Thomas’s eyes, once more full of lost confusion as he stared up at Seong. The whites were starting to go bloodshot, the pupils still too dilated, and a flushed was creeping from Thomas’s face to his neck. “I-I thought-”
“I know,” Seong said, lowering his voice but not allowing himself to speak any more kindly. “But the answer is no! You have been drugged. You can’t think clearly, let alone make a decision like this.”
“What if I wasn’t,” he whispered, his fingers trying to pet Seong’s arm. “You- That-” His hips rolled and Seong gritted his teeth as friction found Seong’s own straining fly.
“Stop that,” he snapped at him then sighed through his nose as the puppy-like eyes continued to plead for an answer. “You are too young, Thomas,” he said, hating every word. “Far too young for me. You’re only eighteen. You’re too smart to get mixed up with someone like me.”
Thomas made an almost cartoonish look of doubt that nearly made Seong laugh.
“I know you have a hard time believing that,” Seong told him, softening his voice. “But you are. And you deserve to find someone your own age to do all of this with. I am not that person. I won’t be that person. Nor will I be the person to take advantage of you in this state. You have had enough men taking advantage of your desire to belong to last a life time.” He let go of Thomas’s face, brushing his fingers across his forehead to push away his curls from his eyes. “Let me protect you from them instead.”
Thomas frowned, his head tilting to lean into Seong’s hand but not struggling any more. For the moment, all the fight seemed to have left him. “I didn’t drink,” he whispered, almost whining the words. “It was just soda.”
“I know, Thomas,” Seong reassured him. “Rohypnol is a hell of a drug. Doesn’t take much to fuck you up. I’m going to set you up on the couch to sleep it off. Then in the morning you can take a shower and afterwards, we’re going to have a long talk about club safety over breakfast before I take you home.”
“Don’t tell my aunts.”
“I’m not going to lie to your aunts,” he said, picking his words carefully. “But that’s something we can discuss tomorrow. When you feel better. Now, please let go of my waist so I can help you onto the couch.”
Thomas held up his hands to his face, frowning at them.
“Your legs, Thomas,” Seong sighed, tugging at one of the knees. “You need to let go with your legs.”
The already red face went even redder, hands pressing against it to hide as the muscles in Thomas’s legs relaxed.
Seong carefully moved back, hiding his grimace as he still tight pants shifted. “Alright,” he said, taking hold of Thomas’s hands and setting his feet in front of Thomas’s. “Up you get!”
Thomas nearly pulled them both back to the ground in his efforts to stand, but Seong managed to leverage him up and into his chest to support him. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, fingers knotting in the back of Seong’s shirt as he struggled to find his feet.
“It’s okay, Thomas,” he murmured, stroking his hair. “Let’s just get you to sleep.”
“Everything is spinning.”
“I know.” He moved them carefully to the couch and Thomas collapsed back easily. “Just lay down. That’s a good boy.”
A shiver ran over Thomas as he put his feet on one end of the couch and rested his head on the pillow shaped like a game controller.
“Good,” he praised again, stroking Thomas’s cheek. “I’m going to get you a blanket and a bowl in case you need to throw up.”
“I don’t throw up,” he murmured, his face pressing into the pillows. “Not since I was little.”
“You never know,” Seong told him starting to move away.
“Don’t tell my aunts.”
