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Winters in Seattle don’t compare to Seoul, Sunoo learns.
“It’s fucking cold!” Sunoo curses aloud, holding onto the hot pack in his hands for dear life.
Jongseong chuckles as he luges their suitcases behind him. “I told you so.”
“Okay, I take back anything bad I’ve ever said about Seoul,” Sunoo huffs. His nose and cheeks are flushed pink, a hilariously similar shade to his pink hair. “How do people live here?”
The ice blanketing Jongseong’s driveway makes it almost impossible to walk on without slipping, so the older man forces Sunoo to hold onto his hand. They slowly walk side by side, hands interlocked and feet moving in tandem.
“Who’s being the drama queen now?” Jongseong muses. The face Sunoo pulls is adorable enough to have him grinning from ear to ear. Raising their interlocked hands to his lips, Jongseong pecks at Sunoo’s gloved knuckles gently.
“I’m kidding,” Jongseong chuckles. “Don’t worry, my house is warm and toasty.”
Jongseong’s house isn’t as grand as Sunoo imagines - because if he’s being honest, Sunoo expected a massive castle as the Park’s humble abode. He’s seen their home in Daegu - marbled floors and chandeliers hanging in the dining room. But Jongseong’s Seattle home is a quaint, two-level home with the typical white picket fence and red brick exterior. Jongseong shoves a key into the lock and pushes open the door with his feet.
The house is empty, but Jongseong’s words render true when Sunoo feels the immediate relief of warmth envelope his body. He lets Jongseong pull him over towards the stairs, marveling at how minimalistic the family home actually was. Most of the furniture was modern with a hint of elegance — even the pictures stuck on the wall were all bordered by sleek-looking frames. A smiling baby Jongseong greets Sunoo as he reaches the top of the staircase.
“You were so cute.”
“What? Am I not cute now?” Jongseong pokes at Sunoo’s waist playfully, hooking his chin over his shoulder. Sunoo smells like the Jo Malone perfume Sunghoon had gifted to all of them for Christmas — it’s a weird scent of oranges and wood that Jongseong honestly would hate if it was coming from anyone else. But his trivial dislikes obviously don’t matter when it comes to Sunoo. He’d gladly inhale the atrocious scent into his lungs if it meant that he could bury his nose into Sunoo’s neck whenever they’re laying around.
Sunoo hums and leans back into Jongseong’s chest, shrugging wistfully.
“I don’t know,” Sunoo sighs dramatically. “It’s not like you’re the best at aegyo either.”
Jongseong crinkles his nose. “I don’t need to do aegyo to be cute.”
Well, he has a point, Sunoo thinks to himself.
Because Jongseong is absolutely adorable when he’s trying to pull Sunoo into his bed nonchalantly, a wordless plea dancing on his pouty lips. Sunoo falls on top of Jongseong’s bright blue bedsheets with a yelp as he feels the older boy cage him in with his arms and legs.
Just to be a dick, Sunoo pretends to struggle out of his grip. “Ah, hyung!”
“Where are you going?” Jongseong whines so cutely that Sunoo can’t help but grin. “C’mere.”
Sunoo yields to his boyfriend’s sulking and crawls up to meet him face-to-face, Jongseong’s warm breath fanning over his face as Sunoo lets himself be swallowed whole by his arms. Their noses are only two inches apart.
Jongseong is surprisingly warm despite the weather outside, his skin radiating so much heat that Sunoo can feel it underneath his hoodie. The low hum of the room heater accompanies their quiet that follows.
Sunoo folds his hands over Jongseong’s chest daintily. He can see every freckle dotted all over the older boy’s cheeks.
“Hi,” Sunoo whispers, almost preening at the way Jongseong’s eyes twinkle back at him.
“Sup?” Jongseong grins dumbly. He reaches his hand up and digs his index finger into Sunoo’s cheeks gently. “Still cold?”
“A little bit.”
What happens next is so ridiculous that Sunoo can’t stop the boisterous laughter booming throughout the room.
Jongseong kicks his feet up in an attempt to gather his duvet at his feet, but only ends up flopping around aimlessly with Sunoo swaying in his arms. He keeps throwing his legs around, looking like a suffocating mermaid. In true Jongseong fashion, he doesn’t give up though. Sunoo watches with mirth in his eyes as his boyfriend continues flopping around on the bed.
Sunoo’s choking on a giggle when he finally feels the comforting weight of a blanket on top of him. He snuggles closer into Jongseong’s chest, his giggles echoing from underneath their little blanket cave.
“You’re so stupid,” Sunoo ridicules fondly, his eyes slanted into crescents as he shakes his head slowly. “You could’ve just gotten up to get it.”
“I was too comfortable,” Jongseong says defensively. “Not my fault you’re so nice to cling onto.”
Sunoo props himself up on Jongseong’s chest, looking down at his boyfriend’s smug face. It’s hard to resist so he presses a quick kiss onto Jongseong’s lips as his heart does a cartwheel. There’s a sweeping flourish of warmth that barely scrapes past Sunoo – a feeling Sunoo only gets whenever he’s with Jongseong. It had been there since that fateful day at their kindergarten and it had been there when Sunoo was fourteen, on the way home with Jongseong and a warm hotteok right next to him.
There’s a flicker of hesitance that crosses over Jongseong’s face as he licks his lips anxiously.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Jongseong asks softly.
Sunoo’s smile weakens a little. “Is it weird that I am?”
“No,” Jongseong shakes his head. “Of course not. You’re meeting my family for the first time. Like, my whole entire family. You’re meeting my halmeoni, for God’s sake.”
A hum. “It would be weird to not be nervous about that, huh?”
He’s heard stories about Jongseong’s halmeoni multiple times – even before they’d gotten together. There’s the notorious story about how she yelled at one of Jongseong’s cousins’ girlfriends, one that keeps Sunoo up at night more times than he’d like to admit. One ugly outfit was enough to have his grandmother into a nagging fit.
(“To be fair,” Jongseong muses once when he’s retelling the story to Sunoo. “She wore a hoodie to Chuseok dinner. That’s kind of… you know.”)
It would be an understatement to say that Sunoo was nervous. Sunoo feels his legs tremble every time he thinks of walking into Jongseong’s living room on Christmas morning. Hell, he’s going to need Jongseong to approve of his outfit for that occasion later.
“But she loves you already,” Jongseong reassures. He rubs Sunoo’s back comfortingly. “I sent your picture to our family group chat and she said you’re prettier than me. She also asked me how I managed to get a boy so attractive to date me. Should I be offended?”
Sunoo gasps, his eyes widening. He tries to sit up but Jongseong’s arms are practically locked around him so tightly that he falls back forward. “What? Really?”
“Yeah. She said you look like a model. Like those high-fashion ones she always sees at the Gucci store. I don’t know why she still shops there when she’s pushing eighty but if you have the money, why not I guess.”
“No, I mean,” Sunoo’s heartbeat thumps in his ears. He stares down at Jongseong with his mouth slightly agape. “You sent my picture to the family group chat?”
Jongseong stares back at him with one eyebrow raised. “I did. Did.. did you not want me to do that?”
Sunoo ignores his question as he tilts his head. “And she knows I’m your boyfriend?”
The confusion doesn’t leave Jongseong’s furrowed face. “Yes, she knows”
“I.. I don’t –” Sunoo blinks frantically. “So you’re introducing me to your whole family as your boyfriend?”
“Baby,” the pet name slips out as Jongseong gently pushes Sunoo up to a sitting position, the blanket bunching over their legs. Jongseong holds onto one of Sunoo’s hands softly. “Why do you think she flew us out here for Christmas break?”
“I knew that she wanted to meet me,” Sunoo’s cheeks heat up as he mumbles. “But.. but I didn’t know she wanted to meet me, your boyfriend.”
It takes a few seconds for the smile to creep up on Jongseong’s face, but it nearly reaches the edges of his face as he starts to chuckle.
“Aigoo, my clueless Ddeonu,” Jongseong teases lightly, pinching Sunoo’s pink cheek. The younger boy swats his hand away with an embarrassed whine. “What do we do with you?”
“Shut up,” Sunoo covers his face bashfully. “I didn’t know! Oh my God, I should be panicking now, right?”
Jongseong clicks his tongue playfully before pulling Sunoo closer to him so that he’s holding onto both of Sunoo’s arms in his hands. “No, baby. I told you – they all love you already. One cute eye smile from you and it’s over for me, I’m probably going to have to fight off all my other cousins for you.”
Sunoo blushes even deeper. “Hyung.”
“I’m serious!” Jongseong wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “Do you know how many of my cousins asked for your Instagram? I said no because I don’t want anyone trying to slide into your DM’s.”
Throwing his head back, Sunoo lets out a loud giggle. Jongseong’s grin grows impossibly wider.
“You have nothing to worry about, Sunoo-yah,” Jongseong says earnestly once they both calm down.
Sunoo feels his shoulders relax, all the tension in his muscles disappearing as Jongseong gazes back at him with so much in his eyes. They’re sparkling almost – eyes that Sunoo has gotten so used to for so long showing more than words can say. It makes this overwhelming sense of pride swell up in Sunoo’s chest, the air in his lungs compressing to make way for all the love Jongseong pours into him.
“Thank you,” Sunoo mutters.
“Hm? For what?”
“I don’t know,” Sunoo shrugs shyly, looking down at Jongseong’s duvet as he traces a random pattern on the material. “For telling your family about me. For feeling like you like me enough to let everyone in your family know that I’m your boyfriend.”
Jongseong angles Sunoo’s face up to look at him, his thumb perched under Sunoo’s chin.
“Hey, I love you,” Jongseong says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You know that, right?”
Sunoo’s heart nearly comes barreling out of his body. He smiles so widely that his eyes disappear cutely. He crawls towards Jongseong and presses his lips against Jongseong’s quickly, their noses bumping as he pulls away. “I love you too, hyung.”
Jongseong doesn’t let Sunoo move away further as he pulls the younger boy into his lap. They slot into each other perfectly, Sunoo’s thighs encasing around Jongseong’s legs as the elder cups both hands on Sunoo’s cheeks. He reaches up and peppers kisses all over his face.
“You.” A kiss to Sunoo’s right cheek.
“Are.” A kiss to Sunoo’s left cheek.
“So.” A kiss to Sunoo’s forehead.
“Fucking.” A kiss to Sunoo’s chin.
“Cute,” a kiss to Sunoo’s pouting lips.
Sunoo digs his hands into Jongseong’s hoodie as he pushes into Jongseong’s lips strongly, not letting the other boy pull away either. They move their lips slowly in tandem, taking time to breathe into each other’s air. Jongseong swipes his tongue over Sunoo’s bottom lip boldy and uses Sunoo’s delectable sigh to slip his tongue in.
The sound of their breathing is drowned out by the noise of their lips, Jongseong’s hum softly echoing out through the room.
Jongseong’s hands slowly travel down to the edge of Sunoo’s hoodie, his fingers ghosting over Sunoo’s warm skin. He fully delves his hands underneath the clothing slowly. Sunoo licks into his mouth as if he’s trying to find something in there and Jongseong can feel that familiar warm swirl stir up in his gut. He grips onto Sunoo’s tiny bare waist with both hands before sinking his fingernails into the skin tenderly.
And then, Sunoo makes a strangled noise.
Jongseong pulls away with a loud pop of their lips, his eyes flying wide open as his chest heaves up and down quickly.
“Shit,” Jongseong croaks out, his voice all raspy and scratchy. “Sorry, did it hurt?”
He moves to let go of Sunoo’s waist but Sunoo forces his hands back. Resting his forehead against Jongseong’s, Sunoo shakes his head vigorously as he breathes heavily.
“No,” Sunoo practically whines. “Felt good.”
Good God, Jongseong thinks. He chomps down on his bottom lip as he resists the urge to do something dumb, like rut up onto Sunoo. Control yourself, you horndog.
“Oh,” Jongseong blinks up at the ceiling, trying not to move as the younger dips his head down to the crook of his neck. He nearly loses his mind when he feels Sunoo kiss his birthmark lightly. “R-Really?”
“Want you,” Sunoo mumbles. “Please, hyung.”
His heart is beating so quickly that Jongseong is sure he might go into a cardiac arrest.
Jongseong wiggles his body so that Sunoo’s forced to lean back and look down at him. The adorable crescent eyes he’d been so accustomed to are different now, Sunoo’s peering down at him with eyes half-lidded.
“Wait, Sunoo,” Jongseong gulps. “Are.. are you sure?”
They’ve never really had this conversation before – it’s a topic that always has Sunoo scurrying away with his cheeks pink and ears red.
Sunoo admits once over a quiet night in Jongseong’s bed that he’s never done anything remotely sexual with anyone else – years of pining over Jongseong being the sole reason why.
It’s not like they’ve never made out before, but they've never done anything beyond some heated kisses and hickeys. Jongseong is always too cautious with it, making sure to pull away whenever things get too heavy. At first, it was cute.
But Sunoo’s just like any other twenty year old. He’s horny and wants his boyfriend so badly now that he doesn’t think he can pretend to be naive about it all anymore.
“Yes,” Sunoo whispers breathlessly over Jongseong’s lips. “I need you.”
“O-Okay,” Jongseong swallows the lump in his throat. “Are you super sure? I-I probably have the uh –” Sunoo starts moving his hips experimentally on Jongseong’s crotch and he feels his cock practically harden in a nanosecond. “Oh, fuck! Wait, baby, I can’t think.”
“Don’t think,” Sunoo whimpers, his eyes fluttering shut as he continues to grind on Jongseong. “Let’s just do it, hyung. I trust you.”
The words flip a switch in Jongseong as he groans loudly, tangling his feet around Sunoo’s so the younger boy is flipped onto his back. He swings his leg over Sunoo and watches with lust seeping into his body. Sunoo’s breathing so hard that his chest is moving up and down so feverishly, his hair spreading over Jongseong’s pillow like a dark halo.
Jongseong sweeps some of Sunoo’s bangs away from his forehead. He leans in to kiss the edge of Sunoo’s jaw, taking in the soft sigh of relief that escapes Sunoo’s mouth.
“What do you want me to do, baby?”
Sunoo trembles when Jongseong starts rocking his hips slowly. “I-I don’t know. Anything. You lead, hyung. I trust you.”
The swirl of lust in Jongseong’s belly begs to spiral out of control when he hears Sunoo’s words again. He swallows hotly before nodding.
“Do you.. Do you want me to be on the bottom?” Jongseong asks. “I don’t mind because it’ll hurt for you and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable –.”
“Hyung,” So much need bleeds into Sunoo’s voice when he locks eyes with Jongseong. “I don’t care. Just.. please. Make me feel good.”
Jongseong huffs lowly. “Shit, okay, okay. Okay.”
He leans down to kiss Sunoo again but everything feels more intense this time. Sunoo’s balling up his fists in Jongseong’s hair and there’s so much tongue and spit gathering between them. Jongseong doesn’t even hide how much he wants to touch Sunoo. The temptation has been strangling him for the past few months, so to finally brush his hand over Sunoo’s crotch and have it be welcomed makes Jongseong go light-headed.
Jongseong wants to cry when he hears Sunoo’s whine, the sound rolling out of him as the elder palms his crotch. He takes it as an invitation to keep going, to trail his hands up to the button of Sunoo’s jeans and to pop them open. Jongseong bites gently on Sunoo’s bottom lip as he slips his hand into his jeans, past his boxers and straight to his cock.
He can feel Sunoo hardening in his hand, the sticky pre-come coating some of his fingers. Sunoo starts whining into Jongseong’s mouth.
“Hyung,” he whimpers.
“It’s okay,” Jongseong whispers back. “I got you, baby.”
Sunoo wordlessly nods and helps Jongseong tug off his jeans. He’s left in his hoodie and socks as Jongseong sits up to remove his own top, throwing it recklessly across the room. In any normal circumstance, Sunoo would’ve started nagging at Jongseong to pick it up now and put it somewhere else.
Right now, Sunoo is honestly more focused on the fact that Jongseong’s crawling back on his heels and lowering his face right next to his boner. Sunoo shuts his eyes with a gasp when he feels Jongseong lick a stripe along his cock.
“Ah, hyung!”
In one swift movement, Jongseong swallows Sunoo whole in his mouth. The sound of it all is so vulgar – Jongseong’s gagging as spit begins to trickle out of the side of his mouth. Evil as it sounds though, Sunoo can’t bring himself to care. Everything about Jongseong’s mouth feels so warm and good that Sunoo buries his fingers into Jongseong’s hair, tugging at the roots slightly.
Jongseong moans on Sunoo’s cock, the vibration of it sending Sunoo through another fit of shivers.
“Jongseong hyung,” Sunoo chokes out. The elder does not slow down, instead bopping his head up and down even faster. He looks up at Sunoo through hooded eyes, his hands holding Sunoo’s hips down as they keep lifting up on their own. “Ah – I can’t – shit!”
The moans Sunoo lets out encourages Jongseong to take him deeper into his mouth, desperate to make Sunoo feel even better. He watches Sunoo as a frown etches itself over his pale features, his eyebrows furrowed closely together. Sunoo’s grasping onto his hair even tighter now and his breathing starts to uneven. The younger boy’s thighs start shaking as Sunoo twitches violently.
“Hyung, I’m close,” Sunoo cries out brokenly, thrashing against Jongseong’s strong hold down on his hips. “I can’t –”
The salty taste of pre-come floods Jongseong’s mouth as he feels the warm spunk shoot down his throat. Jongseong palms his own crotch as he stares up at Sunoo, watching the younger boy’s mouth hang open as he jerks into Jongseong’s mouth.
Sunoo’s rambling at this point, his eyes rolled back as he feels Jongseong give his softening cock kitten licks.
“I’m sorry,” Sunoo mumbles. “I’m sorry, hyung.”
Jongseong sits up and wipes the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Why are you sorry?” Jongseong’s voice comes out husky and low, a combination that is sexy enough to possibly get Sunoo hard again within seconds.
Sunoo avoids Jongseong's gaze as he covers his face. “I came too fast.”
“Nonsense,” Jongseong tuts. He lazily strokes Sunoo’s cock in his hands, a smirk resting on his face. “The goal here is to make you cum, isn’t it?”
“I-I guess,” Sunoo gasps, feeling his body tingle with overstimulation.
Jongseong kisses Sunoo gently on the cheek. “Do you want to keep going or are you done?”
It’s brief, but Sunoo feels Jongseong’s boner brush against his thigh and he inhales sharply.
“Keep going,” Sunoo says without hesitation.
“You sure, baby? Are you not too tired or –”
“Fuck me,” Sunoo begs. “Please, hyung. Please, I still need you inside of me.”
Jongseong’s breath hitches as he hides his head in Sunoo’s neck. “What the fuck, Sunoo-yah, why are you talking like that?”
Sunoo blushes. “Sorry. Too dirty?”
“Fuck that, it’s hot,” Jongseong groans. “So hot.”
“Oh.” Sunoo can feel Jongseong rubbing his clothed cock against his thigh, his hot breath fanning on his shoulder. “So it would turn you on if I told you to finger me until I’m all loose for you?”
“Sunoo!” Jongseong squeaks, helplessly rutting on Sunoo’s leg. “Stop talking or I’ll cum now, I’m serious.”
Sunoo giggles lightly. “I bet my fingers don’t feel as good as yours in me.”
There’s a loud noise as Jongseong pulls back from Sunoo, his face contorted into a frown that’s honestly too adorable for Sunoo not to cackle at. Jongseong glares at Sunoo as he pinches his side. “You little minx.”
“Hurry up and get the lube then,” Sunoo teases. “I know you keep it somewhere in here.”
Jongseong’s ears go red almost immediately. He rolls his eyes as he leans over Sunoo, stretching his hand out to dig at the drawer in his bedside table. “If I wasn’t so turned on right now..”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sunoo chirps. “Quickly, hyung.”
The lube is a small, blue bottle. It’s surprisingly cold when Jongseong squirts some onto his fingers. All the playfulness leaves the room when Jongseong spreads Sunoo’s legs open with the nudge of his thigh.
Despite being completely butt naked and having his cock staring right back at Jongseong, Sunoo almost feels shy.
It’s evident in the way he tries to close back his legs, his cheeks flushed again.
“Baby, I need you to open up for me, okay?” Jongseong instructs softly. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Sunoo takes a deep breath and nods, slowly opening up his legs for Jongseong. When Jongseong slips his cold finger into Sunoo’s hole, the younger boy grunts loudly.
“A-Ah.. it hurts.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Jongseong mumbles, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the inside of his thighs while stroking Sunoo’s hardening cock slowly. Anything to distract Sunoo from the discomfort, even if it means possibly overstimulating him. “You’re doing so well, Sunoo-yah.”
Sunoo tries to do just that, taking deep inhales of air as he unclenches his hole as much as he can. He’s gritting his teeth quietly, despite the uncomfortable stretch Jongseong’s fingers pry out of him.
Slowly, Sunoo begins to get used to the way Jongseong’s fingers feel inside of him. He’s no longer straining against him, instead he’s pushing down his hips into Jongseong’s hand. The elder takes it as a sign and deepens his fingers, scissoring them slightly. He feels the tip of his fingers hit a nub deep inside and Sunoo mewls, arching his back off the mattress.
“Right there?” Jongseong watches Sunoo fist the sheets beside him. He nods desperately, angling his hips down so that Jongseong hits the nub again.
Sunoo twitches and trembles all over again, his thighs shaking and hips jutting up with every harsh push of Jongseong’s fingers.
“Hngh, hyung. Please do it now,” Suno cries out. “Feels so good, please.”
A smirk dances across Jongseong’s face mischievously. “Better than your own fingers?”
“Hyung!” Sunoo whimpers breathlessly, burying his head into Jongseong’s pillow.
“Kidding, baby,” Jongseong pulls his fingers out of Sunoo to fumble with the strings of his own sweatpants. “Just give me a second, okay?”
His hands are shaking, Sunoo notices. Jongseong is trying to untangle the knot holding up his sweatpants but the string trembles in his hands. Sunoo tries to ignore how hollow his hole feels as he sits up slightly.
“Are you okay?” Sunoo asks in a hushed tone.
Jongseong visibly gulps. “Yeah, I’m just.. Nervous? I don’t know, are you okay?”
Sunoo undoes the knot and licks his lips fleetingly, his eyes fluttering up to meet with Jongseong.
The sky outside is dark outside already, only the mellow orange light of Jongseong’s little lamp on his table illuminating all the nooks and crannies of Jongseong. The curves of his cheeks, the split on his lips, the specks of pure love twinkling in his eyes – it’s everything to Sunoo.
His ears are still stained a pretty peach pink and Sunoo feels an entire colony of butterflies erupt in his stomach.
Tender, that’s the only way Sunoo can describe all of this.
And Sunoo has never wanted anything – anyone – more.
His gaze is strong and determined as Sunoo pulls down the waistbands of Jongseong’s sweatpants and underwear.
“I want this, hyung,” Sunoo’s words ring out across the cold room. Jongseong is suddenly heaving so loudly that it almost overpowers Sunoo’s voice. “I want you. All of you.”
It’s like a rubber band in Jongseong’s mind snaps, because he’s barrelling forward to push Sunoo down into the mattress gently. He rests his forehead against Sunoo’s, breathing the same air as he grasps for the bottle of lube blindly.
“I adore you so much,” Jongseong mumbles, slathering on the lube messily onto his cock. He’s so hard that it’s starting to hurt, the angry red tip of it peeking out from his fist. It only takes a few strokes for him to start leaking pre-come, so Jongseong presses a kiss onto the middle of Sunoo’s forehead and pushes in gently.
“H-Hyung,” Sunoo grunts, his hands flying up to grab onto Jongseong’s bare back. “Ah, slowly, slowly.”
Jongseong stops when he feels most of Sunoo’s hole around his cock – and it’s so warm and tight that staying still does enough to make Jongseong go crazy. Their noses bump as Jongseong tries to maintain his composure.
“You good?”
Sunoo nods quietly, moving his legs up so that they’re wrapped around Jongseong’s bottom half.
“You can move now,” Sunoo says in a small voice.
The pace is slow at first – Jongseong rocks his hips into Sunoo slowly until he stops hearing Sunoo hiss. Then, Sunoo lets out the prettiest moan Jongseong has ever heard in his life. He whimpers shrilly when Jongseong begins to move quicker, trying out different sides and angles to find what really makes Sunoo tick.
Sunoo’s legs are being pried open by Jongseong when he suddenly yelps.
“Shit, hyung, keep – fuck, it’s there,” Sunoo gasps, throwing his head back. His hole clenches around Jongseong’s cock and the elder groans.
“God, you.. You’re taking me so well, baby,” Jongseong babbles, the coil in his stomach tightening even more. “You’re so good, Sunoo-yah. So good for hyung.”
Sunoo preens at the compliment.
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Jongseong’s thrusts start to fall apart, his hips moving erratically on their own accord. His thrusts are messy and all over the place, but Jongseong couldn’t give less of a shit.
“I love you,” Jongseong’s voice goes up an octave, muffled by his own moans. “W- Want everyone to know that I’m yours.”
Sunoo’s heart swells. His cock also hardens even more.
“Hngh, hyung, I love you too. Only you, it’s always been you. I was made for you, hyung. Only you.”
Jongseong wraps his hand around Sunoo’s cock and tugs and thrusts until white spunk comes trickling down Jongseong’s fist and Sunoo’s belly. Sunoo cums so strongly that his entire body lifts off the mattress, shivering deeply. Jongseong wraps his arm around Sunoo’s bottom half as he jerks him off through his orgasm, his mouth salivating at the sight of Sunoo’s cum-stained skin.
Pulling out of Sunoo’s hole, Jongseong fists his own cock in a speed that startles Sunoo until he’s shooting his own cum onto the empty spot next to Sunoo’s spent body. He shuts his eyes tightly as he shakes through the aftermath of his orgasm. Jongseong doesn’t stop trembling until he’s soft again and his body shuts down on him.
Jongseong’s on his stomach as Sunoo stares up at the ceiling, his chest still heaving with every deep inhale and exhale of air he’s taking. There’s almost like a buzz ringing through both of their heads, a low hum of pleasure tingling all around them.
“Hyung,” Sunoo speaks after a while. “Your bedsheets.”
The wet patch is dark now, Jongseong realizes as he lifts his head up to look. He chuckles to himself before rolling himself into Sunoo’s arm, draping his own over Sunoo’s bare chest.
“Don’t care.”
Sunoo’s tone is low in warning. “Hyung. Don’t be gross.”
Jongseong only wraps his arms around Sunoo tighter.
“Oh, hush, you like it,” Jongseong muses.
When Sunoo only responds with an unimpressed frown (one that he’s trying his hardest to keep up), Jongseong giggles and kisses Sunoo softly on the chest.
“Later, baby. Let me cuddle with my boyfriend first. Aftercare and all that, you know. It’s important.”
Sunoo snorts, but he gives in – just like how he always does.
“We’re putting down towels next time.”
Next time.
It shouldn’t make Jongseong’s heart flutter like this, but it does anyways. Jongseong doesn't bother hiding his smile as he closes his eyes.
He’ll never get used to this, Jongseong can tell.
Honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.