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Kyoungbae’s back hits the mattress so hard the wind gets knocked from his lungs, hands on his chest firm and overbearing and Yeojun crowds into his space, straddles Kyoungbae’s thighs and kisses him breathless. Kyoungbae’s hands scramble to find purchase, irritation bubbling in his stomach at the manhandling, reaching for Yeojun’s waist to steady him and try to settle the pace, even slightly.

Yeojun bites his lip when Kyoungbae squeezes, and one of his hands finds Kyoungbae’s shoulder to press him down harder into the duvet. Kyoungbae tries to grapple with him, tries to sit up against where Yeojun is holding him down and this was not how this was supposed to go. 

“Yeojun-ah,” Kyoungbae bites out, and it’s easy to press against Yeojun’s hold. He’ strong but he’s not as strong as Kyoungbae and Yeojun groans, whines, almost. He bites at Kyoungbae’s lip again and pulls away just enough to look Kyoungbae in the face for the first time since they started kissing. He’s annoyed and it’s obvious he’s annoyed but Kyoungbae is too, so he really doesn’t care.

“Rude,” Yeojun mumbles, and he tries to press Kyoungbae down again but it’s easy for Kyoungbae to lift him from his lap, less easy to flip him when Yeojun struggles against it but Kyoungbae was expecting something when he agreed to mess around with Yeojun while Kenshin is out of town and this was definitely not what he had in mind.

“Yeojun-ah,” Kyoungbae tries again when he’s flipped him, Yeojun’s head hitting the pillow and Yeojun is blinking up at him, scowling and grabbing at the hem of Kyoungbae’s shirt with nimble fingers and trying to grind up into his thigh where it’s slotted between his legs.

“I’m not–” Yeojun bites out, clearly irritated and trying to take back some of the control he so clearly thinks he has and Kyoungbae thinks it’s cute, in a twisted sort of way. “I’m still older than you, you brat. Call me hyung.”

“Sorry, Yeojun-hyung,” Kyoungbae smiles down at him and his hands find their way under Yeojun’s shirt and his stomach is soft and warm and he’s cute, pretty even. Masculine still and definitely not as petite as Kenshin, but Kyoungbae really doesn’t mind. “You’re just so cute like this, forget you’re older than me.”

“No, you don’t,” Yeojun bites back, and his hands press into Kyoungbae’s shoulders again and Kyoungbae is starting to find this really annoying, actually. “What are you doing?”

“Thought you wanted to get off?” Kyoungbae asks, and he’s trying to be sweet, really. Trying to make this good for Yeojun, despite how difficult Yeojun is making this for the both of them. 

“You want to top?” Yeojun asks, and its honestly kind of offensive how incredulous he sounds at the idea. 

“You want to top?” Kyoungbae parrots and an irritation similar to what must be apparent on his own face right now flashes across Yeojun’s.

“I thought—” Yeojun mumbles out, clearly taken aback, “You’re—You’re younger and—Smaller—”

Kyoungbae can’t help it when he laughs and Yeojun’s hands on his thighs tighten and he pinches him, just enough that it stings and Kyoungbae swears through his teeth and presses down hard into where Yeojun is tenting between his legs.

“I’m not Kenshin, hyung,” Kyoungbae bites out, because he knows how Yeojun treats him and Kyoungbae may be younger than him but he’s not as fragile and he’s definitely not okay with being tossed around like he knows Yeojun is privy to.

“Well, I’m not either,” Yeojun bites back and Kyoungbae laughs again, grinds his leg down further and Yeojun’s lips part on a moan, hips canting up into the friction even though he still looks mad. Kyoungbae doesn’t mind it. He can deal with mad. Yeojun can be as mad as he wants, as long as they both walk away from this less sexually frustrated than they were, and they can take out whatever residual anger is leftover when Kenshin finally returns from Japan in just a few days' time.