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“hyung… ah…”
sunoo can hardly remember how he got here, but he’s thanking the heavens that he did. especially with riki tugging gently on his hair whilst still trying not to lose control, with riki’s other hand pressed against his nape as if he’s the only thing grounding him, with his own lips wrapped around his newly-pronounced husband’s big, pretty cock.
he gazes up at riki, satisfaction flooding over him when he catches sight of the way the younger bites his lower lip erotically, the way his half-lidded eyes gleam with tainted excitement. hooking his trembling fingers onto the back part of riki’s knees, he shifts even closer to him and takes him deeper into his throat.
the pleasant, low sound that escapes riki’s mouth is the only thing that keeps him from choking. he should be used to this, having had the younger’s dick down his throat countless of times before they got married. but everytime he takes his humongous length into his mouth it seems to have grown significantly from the last time he sucked him off.
“hyung… it’s a crime for you to be so good at this,” riki mumbles, his head thrown back in what’s clearly an immense amount of pleasure. at this unexpected praise, sunoo grins around the head of riki’s cock and sucks even harder.
“nnghh, hyung… fuck,” is all that he manages to let out, the remaining incoherent words he babbles staying as mumbles. sharp waves of searing desire shoot through sunoo’s gut and threaten to make him stop, stand up and pick up the pace.
sunoo continues sucking on the hard, leaking dick like he’s an infant again, as if he were enclosing his lips around his mother’s nipples for milk. the only difference is, riki isn’t his mother. the seeking a warm liquid gushing into his waiting mouth so he can feel sated by his own vigorous efforts part… yeah, it’s definitely a similarity.
returning to the tip and swirling his tongue expertly around it, sunoo nearly chokes as riki lets out a sharp gasp and his dick begins to grow even bigger in his mouth — sunoo’s so afraid it’s about to burst. sunoo can feel every single inch of his length pressed against the walls of his cheeks but he doesn’t mind, he’s focusing on how riki’s already reaching his climax, his fingers tangling tighter in his hair like a fly in a spiderweb.
“hyung! please, please stop,” riki gasps, and sunoo instantly retracts, worry shooting through him. but it quickly dissipates when the younger leans down and presses a reassuring kiss to his lips. “i don’t wanna cum yet.”
something ignites inside of sunoo as he hears that, and he gets up from his knees to deepen the kiss, relishing the way riki’s already swollen lips fit against his. if he’s a puzzle piece, then riki’s the four pieces around him, his perfect match in every single way.
“then when do you want to cum?” sunoo murmurs softly, allowing honey-drizzled sugar into his voice. his fingers slide down riki’s defined abs, and begin to tease his dick again, drawing out another long moan from the younger. with his head thrown back, sunoo can see the beads of sweat decorating his neck.
“when i’m inside you and when you’re ready to cum, i’ll be ready to cum,” riki hums, swinging his head back to face sunoo and they share another sweet kiss before riki’s half-lidded eyes glint with something more, and he deepens the kiss greatly once again.
sunoo falls into his husband’s embrace as his knees go weak, and for a few moments all he can feel is his body pressed up against his, as close as they possibly can without merging into one another. the love emanating from every touch of riki’s skin against his is enough to paralyse sunoo like this.
his mind is such a haze of overwhelming sensations and emotions that it’s nearly impossible for him to see straight when riki swoops him up into his arms and lets him wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist.
more deep, sensual kissing ensues. sunoo’s slender fingers dance lightly over the back of his husband’s neck, resisting the urge to grab him and devour him whole. honestly, it’s all riki’s fault for being so insanely good at kissing.
even with his eyes closed, sunoo’s eyelashes flutter softly when riki lets out a happy sigh. every small sound his husband makes during their moments of intimacy are so precious because for once, the usually protective man sounds like he just wants to fall more into him. the beginnings of a smile creep up into his lips and he allows more passion to seep into his kisses. this feels like the first time sunoo had the honour of feeling riki’s lips against his.
youth at its finest, at the ripe ages of 15 and 17 respectively. teenage hormones had probably gotten the best of riki, leading him to press sunoo against the wall of his bedroom and kiss him like there was nobody else on earth. it’d been so enjoyable, at least on sunoo’s part. the flashback fades back into reality and melts into extra pleasure when riki hums quietly and slides both his hands down, kneading at his ass and spreading him apart. sunoo gasps at the sudden sensation of his long slender fingers so close to his hole.
his ears threaten to burst from how loud his heart is beating. really, he can’t seem to focus on anything else when his husband continues to grope at him greedily – he’s not even trying to tease him by pressing his fingers to his entrance. it just feels like… he’s trying to take things slow. like he’s trying to spend as much time as he can with him while they’re still in this secluded space with no worries.
this is the happiest day of their lives, and sunoo knows, with an aching heart, that riki wants it to be special. his own arms (which have fallen to his sides in all of his haziness) slide unconsciously up his husband’s back and rest on his nape again. the warmth between their two bodies… god, it feels like ecstasy. usually, it takes sunoo a while to realise properly, that they’re about to fuck, but fuck, he’s awaken from the blurry dream really quickly this time, when riki’s lips refuse to leave his and he feels the way his half-hard cock twitches against his stomach. they’re having intimacy! they’re about to have their first fuck as newlyweds!
as soon as this strikes his mind, riki breaks the kiss and angles his head such that his breath is like a strong flame against his ear. sunoo should be embarrassed by the high-pitched moan that leaves his mouth when playful teeth bite at his – very – sensitive earlobes. of course riki knows by now, every single erogenous zone in his body. and vice versa. sunoo intends to take his lover on the best ride of his life tonight.
“i love you, hyung, i love you.” the younger repeats slowly, with a relaxed lilt to his voice in sunoo’s ear, awaking the vivid memory of a mantra of first confessions. riki’d been so cute when they first kissed, his hands awkward and unsure, feet scrambling about as he stumbled over himself in a haste to close the gap between them. but the love there had been pure as ever, intentions remaining clear and firm.
“i can’t believe all of you is mine,” riki whispers, straightening up but keeping his lips pressed firmly against sunoo’s ear. “all mine.”
basking in all the attention he’s receiving, sunoo hums, tilts back his head and allows riki to kiss at his neck, all the way down to his collarbones — while he’s moving them off to the shower. his kisses grow gradually more desperate and quick, more biting and especially, more wet. sunoo can’t help but feel his dick twitch when riki sucks another hickey into his already bruised skin.
“hurry up… you’re going… too… slow,” he manages to pant, even though he’s not the one carrying out the pleasurable ministrations. every muscle inside him is burning for more and he wants to ignore the multitude of sweat dripping down his back but he can’t. every drop is a mark of his desire for his lover.
“am i?” riki gazes innocently up at him as he’s still hoisted up in his strong, beautifully toned arms. his puppy eyes are big and beseeching, a curious yet all-knowing glint surfacing in their hazel depths. “you want me to go faster?”
god, the lull in his deep voice makes sunoo want to cry. “yes, hurry the fuck up.”
pouting his lips almost tauntingly, the younger gives him a fond stare and presses their lips together again. sunoo moans at the way his fingers begin playing with his ass again, thumbs pressing at his puckered hole.
suddenly, riki swings him around and slams him against the shower wall. sunoo lets out a sharp gasp, his heart palpitating from the shock. “fast enough for you?”
too stunned to say a word of response, sunoo merely lets out a quiet whine and leans his head back against the slick black walls. his hands fumble for his husband’s waist to pull him closer, pull him more against him. he needs more, right now. if he doesn’t have his dick inside him, stretching him out in the best way possible. so when riki lifts both of his legs up beside his head and presses his lips to his sensitive inner thighs… it truly feels like there’s a god coming to save him from everything.
greedily, he tries circling his hips in hopes that riki would move his lips upwards and sink his warm, wet tongue into his awaiting hole. he can’t help it—he really needs every part of the younger.
sure, they’ve just gotten married, and sunoo definitely wants to make this the experience of a lifetime. but he really can’t help but try to make everything a little faster because he’s about to explode from how long riki’s taking. seconds feel like fucking hours because his husband refuses to even take baby steps forward.
yes, he knows he already came once, but his impatience for a shared experience is taking over him. he wants riki in him. he wants to be fucked into a climax. he wants dick to take over his mind until everything else is hazy and there are tears rolling down his face from how good everything feels.
but even through his impatience… it hits him that the phrase “nothing lasts forever” must not be a thing because one glance at riki’s loving gaze and he melts against the cold wall. he lets out an uncontrollable shiver when finally, fucking finally, he uses two fingers to spread his hole apart and begins to eat him out like an expert.
he’s truly a pro, sunoo believes with a whole heart, because he’s withering against the wall, tremors dancing down every bone in his spine. the pads of his fingers grasp at the slick wall, searching for something to ground him from how he’s disintegrating from the slightest wet touch of riki’s tongue brushing over his gaping entrance. he’s long forgotten about how staccato moans escape the recess of his mouth.
there’s even a glob of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth but he’s in too much pleasure to even remotely care.
“you really can’t wait, can you?” riki pouts again mockingly, a mischievous grin taking over his face. why does he look so gorgeous like this? inches away from fingering him, after having eaten him out like he’s a delicacy being fed to ravished animals.
sunoo shakes his head vigorously, just wanting everything. he doesn’t care anymore. he’s so deprived that he’s literally aching from not having dick inside him. another huge shiver passes through him, causing the younger to frown at him in concern. he pulls back, to sunoo’s dismay, but his attentiveness is so hot that he has no right to complain.
“you’re cold?” one of his eyebrows quirk upwards, and sunoo watches as a hand sneaks to the left and twists the shower tap to turn it on. the water, somehow instantly warm and soothing, bathes sunoo in the stuffiness of steam and suffocating heat. he’s nearly about to lose himself in his own sensations, when riki’s hands come back to him, drawn to him like a magnet.
but this time, each movement carries so much more heat and weight with it, not only because of the nearly-hot enough-to-burn water running down both their bodies, but also because riki’s finally making his moves. his eyes, rid of the clever glint in them, have begun to burn with intensity. it’s at that moment when sunoo realises, with a telling smirk, that riki’s been holding himself back the entire time.
and it’s definitely because of his desire to make it a memorable night for both of them. his heart nearly shatters into a million pieces.
closing his eyes to feel the warm water trickle down his face, sunoo tightens his legs around his husband’s waist and kisses him deeply. the steaming water makes their lips slip against each other lazily but it’s the least of both of their concerns.
“wait… wait… nnnggggh…” sunoo lets out a wail of despair when riki slides two fingers into him easily like it’s part of their routine. funny how he’s now the one trying to prolong everything because he’s afraid he’s going to become overstimulated.
actually, he should expect that with riki already. what is he thinking?
two turn into three within a matter of minutes, three turn into a barely managed four… and sunoo feels like he’s being gutted when all riki’s doing is thrusting his fingers against his prostate in hopes of bringing him over the edge.
moan after moan escapes him and his subconscious actually worries for the state of his throat tomorrow morning. how’s he going to talk at all?
he’s so close to coming again, but he really doesn’t want to. coming too many times before the actual sex will ruin the ecstasy he obtains from having riki’s seed spewing into him at the same time he climaxes.
“don’t waste the fucking water, riki,” he urges his husband
urgently, “please hurry up and fuck me before i come all over you right here.”
his thighs shake with the need to release when the younger merely lets his fingers still inside him, instead of pulling out and ruining the orgasm completely. the anticipation just remains simmering and ready to blow like an active volcano.
another huge moan is ripped from his throat when their eyes lock, and in a swift motion out go the fingers and in goes the dick. his milky legs are thrown over muscular shoulders and suddenly riki’s thrusting into him desperately.
sunoo doesn’t think about the surprised face he’s probably making, his eyes wide open in shock, mouth half-open in the midst of a whine. he thinks about the beautiful orbs staring back into his, thinks about the way there are pretty, plump lips chasing after his, longing to kiss him, wanting to have him. he thinks about everything all at once and he just can’t remember to breathe.
he should have long gotten used to the burn of the water against his skin but it suddenly feels like being burnt alive a thousand times over. his husband refuses to break eye contact with him as his sharp thrusts never break pace. how’s his stamina so strong anyway? beats sunoo, as he’s leaning his head back against the wall, unsure what else to do with himself.
riki’s taken it upon himself to suck fifty more dark hickeys into his neck, somehow not needing to breathe while he’s slamming his hips into him.
as for sunoo… he has no words to describe how alight with pleasure he feels. out of body experience would be an understatement. too much of an understatement. his heart is brimming with a mixture of overpowering love, ecstasy, fondness… need… longing, desire…
… his thoughts keep trailing off, getting messier and messier. his head echoes with the grunts riki’s letting out as he continues holding his legs up and fucking into him like it’s their last time, as well as the high-pitched screeches he’s making.
soon, there’s a wave of foreshadowing, anticipation, shaking through his lower stomach (aching with the intrusion of dick) his thighs (sore from being held up for so long) and his chest (bruised with a thousand hickeys). he knows he’s about to come soon, he knows it like the back of his hand.
riki pulls back after a stinging, slobbery kiss against his lips, and they share a knowing look. his lips murmur, or rather, mouth, a thank you and as if on cue, tears spill out of sunoo’s already glossy eyes.
this has been their dream ever since they were teenagers. to be able to call riki his is now sunoo’s most prized bragging right.
and with a whimper before a storm of moans hit him, sunoo’s taken over by a bunch of sensations all at once. of course, one’s the wondrous feeling of his orgasm rushing through him, being filled up by his newly-proclaimed husband’s own cum. aching love for him rushes through him too, as well as a strong sense of gratitude for him.
his tears are uncontrollable now, even as riki kisses him fondly and pulls out, even as he turns off the shower, carries him out, wipes him down, brings him back into the bedroom… sobs continue wracking through him.
“hyung,” riki whispers finally, cutting through the blissful darkness. “hyung?”
sunoo needs to stop crying, this is supposed to be a happy occasion, he’s supposed to celebrate their first night together as newlyweds like a sane person…
he breaks down into more tears.
but riki, oh, riki… he’s just the perfect guy. he pulls him into a sweet, soft embrace and assures him that he’s here. “you are the best thing that’s ever been mine, hyung. thank you, thank you so much for coming into my life. thank you for showing me all your special lights. thank you for never leaving me alone. thank you so much, let’s make this moment last into eternity.”