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“Six weeks is too long.”
“Good thing it was only five.”
The hand that was just leaving warm caresses along Taehyun’s arm moves to deliver a light smack to his side. Maybe he deserved that.
It’s unfamiliar and familiar all at the same time. In fact, it’s nothing short of ordinary: Taehyun and Beomgyu cuddled in bed, Taehyun’s back resting against Beomgyu’s chest as the older lets his hands wander, and his chin occasionally nuzzling into Taehyun’s hair. But it’s just that that makes it extraordinary because Beomgyu isn’t supposed to be home. He’s supposed to be hundreds of kilometers away in Ulsan finishing up his six week on-site work trip.
“Couldn’t let you be alone for your birthday.”
Taehyun has never made a big deal of his birthday. It’s just another trip around the sun as far as he’s concerned. But the people around him do which is why Taehyun really should have seen it coming. He should have known that he would enter the apartment two hours ago – fresh and sweaty from the gym – to Beomgyu sitting on the couch in his sweats and t-shirt, a cheeky smile on his face as he took in Taehyun’s surprise. He’s never missed a birthday, afterall.
Beomgyu loves to make Taehyun flustered. In fact, he takes great joy in still finding ways to surprise him after all these years. Like now, when he leans down to deliver a bite to Taehyun’s shoulder, worlessly demanding Taehyun’s acknowledgement of his ‘grand romantic gesture’ (as if Taehyun didn’t already kiss him silly on the couch once his legs caught up with his brain).
“Don’t act like your being here is a purely selfless act.” Taehyun glances over his shoulder to deliver a pointed look to Beomgyu. The hand currently grazing the inside of his clothed thigh only further proves his point.
Beomgyu smirks before leaning in. “Maybe I don’t like missing you that much,” he whispers against Taehyun’s lips, just enough to tease.
Taehyun doesn’t close the short distance between their lips because he can tease, too. Instead, he removes Beomgyu’s hand from his thigh and begins to play with his fingers in his lap.
“I don’t like missing you, either.”
Back when this whole thing started – Beomgyu being away a couple weeks out of every month – they decided that they would save the I miss yous for once they’re back together. It’s easier that way for both of them. Though, as Beomgyu’s work trips gradually became longer, a few inevitably ended up slipping into their daily texts and facetimes, mostly from Beomgyu’s end.
That’s the thing. For Taehyun, Beomgyu is always there. He’s there in the second toothbrush in the cup in the bathroom, the left side of the closet that is far more colorful than the right, and in the amount of carefully curated playlists on their shared streaming account. He’s everywhere, even when he’s absent because Beomgyu is home; physically present or not, their lives are always intertwined.Taehyun supposes he has it easier out of the two because he’s the one staying behind, while Beomgyu is the one forced to live in company dorms with nosey coworkers and too much instant ramen instead of proper meals.
Taehyun takes advantage of the silence that falls between them after the small confession to finally ask the question he’s been meaning to ask all evening – before he got distracted with Beomgyu’s (disastrous) attempt at cooking his favorite food and bickering about how much garlic one can deem ‘excessive.’ And well, Beomgyu.
“How’d you get off work, anyway?”
They had had a plan: their mutual friends would keep Taehyun busy his entire birthday weekend (Beomgyu’s suggestion), and then Taehyun would drive down to Ulsan next weekend to pick Beomgyu up and go celebrate with his family in Daegu. Leave it to Beomgyu to throw a wrench into things – not that Taehyun is complaining. He has Beomgyu’s warm hands teasingly slipping under his shirt right this very moment.
“I said my sexy boyfriend was celebrating his birthday and I needed to be home.”
Home.
Nonetheless, Taehyun rolls his eyes. He knows Beomgyu’s office life, and it isn’t that straightforward.
“Yeah, right.”
“Okay, maybe I said my partner. That surprised them enough.”
As far as Beomgyu’s company is concerned, Beomgyu is unmarried, unattached. That’s why it’s easy to send him off to residential construction sites all over the country for weeks at a time. Just knowing that Beomgyu revealed even a sliver of their relationship to his superiors is a shock to Taehyun’s system. At the same time, it makes him feel proud to exist in some small way in Beomgyu’s work life.
“How’d they react?” Taehyun nuzzles even deeper, loving the way Beomgyu’s hands almost tickle against his skin. Beomgyu’s legs widen to accommodate him better, his hands becoming more bold with each shallow exhale he’s able to produce.
Taehyun feels Beomgyu huff against his hair, most likely rolling his eyes at the same time. “My boss asked if you were pretty.”
Of course she did. “And what did you tell her?”
Another quick kiss into Taehyun’s hair. “I said you’re the prettiest.”
Taehyun fakes a gag at the same time his cheeks warm.
Beomgyu pushes Taehyun’s shirt up as much as he can in their position, allowing his left hand to traverse the planes of Taehyun’s stomach before reaching up to rub along his chest. The gentle brush of Beomgyu’s fingers against his nipple makes Taehyun release a contented sigh as he leans back. He’s happy to let Beomgyu explore, to take things slow and just feel him.
“Everyone knows you’re the pretty one.”
Another pinch, this time to Taehyun’s nipple. In this position though, it feels more like a reward for the compliment than a punishment.
“Do you expect me to lie to my boss?”
“I expect you to be at work and not taking time off to cook for me.”
“I know my priorities.” Combine the conviction in Beomgyu’s voice with the delicate kiss to Taehyun’s shoulder and it’s overwhelming and flattering at the same time. After all these years, Beomgyu still chooses him.
Contradicting the sweetness of Beomgyu’s words is the way Beomgyu’s other hand has now moved away from the inside of Taehyun’s thigh to properly palm him through his sweats. It’s lazy as Beomgyu’s lips begin to kiss along the skin of Taehyhun’s neck that he can reach in their position. At the same time, it’s practiced, his palm moving in easy circles before cupping Taehyun’s balls with a bit more force. He’s taking his time, probably teasing a bit, too. Taehyun doesn’t mind, and instead shows his appreciation by tilting his head to the right, giving Beomgyu more access.
“What are you doing?” Taehyun already knows full well what Beomgyu is up to, and he has no plans of stopping him. He just wants to hear Beomgyu speak a bit more with his lips against Taehyun’s skin.
“Holding you.”
They’re far past the giddy sex drives of their early years. But that doesn’t mean time apart without sex isn’t hard, mostly for Beomgyu. Sometimes he drunkenly calls Taehyun after a wild night out with coworkers, horny and wanting to hear his voice so he can get off. Generally, those calls end in Beomgyu slurring apologies and cursing his whiskey dick while unnecessarily reminding Taehyun that he is in fact very much attracted to him and it’s just his dick that isn’t cooperating. Taehyun laughs at Beomgyu’s expense, never offended, before easing him to sleep.
But those calls are nothing compared to being properly held by Beomgyu, resting against his chest as Beomgyu’s hand slides inside his sweats and begins to stroke him to full hardness.
Nothing has to be rushed anymore. The warmth of Beomgyu’s hand against his chest soon disappears, and the same fingers trace their way up along the length of his arm, along his collar bones leaving goose bumps in their wake. Beomgyu’s hand moves agonizingly slowly, higher and higher, until Taehyun feels a thumb brush against his bottom lip, wordlessly beckoning him to open his mouth. Of course he complies, but only after playfully taking the thumb between his teeth.
Beomgyu likes this, likes having his fingers in Taehyun’s mouth and his hands everywhere he can touch. Taehyun, too, likes the little groans of approval he gets when he swirls his tongue just right, or sucks harder. The kisses against his neck don’t stop, but Beomgyu does take his time to pull the skin between his lips enough to bruise before running a tongue over the same patch of skin. The cool air that soon hits the spot makes Taehyun shiver in Beomgyu’s hold, his hips rutting just enough to match Beomgyu’s lazy strokes to his dick.
It’s far from sloppy, what they’re doing. Instead it’s familiar, practiced. They know the little ways to make each other just crazy enough while still appreciating every sensation. Taehyun likes to think he knows every detail about what gets Beomgyu off – the simplest ways to turn him on like running his free hand along the skin of Beomgyu’s calf at the same moment he takes the fingers a bit deeper. This knowledge comes partially from months of phone sex, but more from years of touching, just like this.
Five years. A few breaks during university and after for each of them to take turns figuring their shit out, but they always came back to each other. At this point, Beomgyu is as much of a certainty as anything can be in Taehyun’s life. Sure, he’s a certainty that comes and goes physically, but Taehyun is past the point of thinking that it changes anything between them. Each memory, each moment they’ve shared is still there. The current of their connection is always bubbling under the surface even with kilometers between them. Beomgyu with his silly headband to wash his face and his refusal to wear underwear will always be home for Taehyun, whether that’s on the screen of his phone or standing next to him and stealing kisses in the bathroom as they brush their teeth.
Beomgyu touches Taehyun like he knows him because he does. Coupled with that is Beomgyu’s desire to explore; to touch his favorite parts, produce new reactions, to get to know Taehyun’s body all over again like it’s new to him and still fascinating. Maybe it is.
After what could have been seconds or minutes, Taehyun really isn’t keeping track, the fingers retreat from his mouth and he dazedly tries to follow them with his tongue. Beomgyu’s hand, as well, slides out of his boxers. He wants to whine, but he knows he won’t have to wait for long. There’s no way Beomgyu will stop here.
Already blissed out, he leans his head back against Beomgyu’s shoulder and closes his eyes to catch his breath for a minute. He feels Beomgyu shift under him, followed by the sound of the bedside table drawer opening and the click of the lube bottle. He lifts himself just enough to rest half his weight on Beomgyu’s thigh when he feels Beomgyu’s lubed fingers sneak inside the back of his boxers, down along the curve of his ass.
“Can I?” Beomgyu’s breath is warm against his ear as fingertip traces between Taehyun’s cheeks.
“Yeah.” Taehyun doesn’t hesitate. Instead, he helps Beomgyu by pulling his own sweats and boxers down just enough to free his dick and rest his bare ass back on Beomgyu’s still clothed thigh. “Do you want me to move?”
“No, stay like this. I like holding you.”
Taehyun gives a lazy smile. It’s been a while – far longer than the five weeks they’ve been apart – since he’s had fingers inside of him. He’s never much enjoyed fingering himself, he usually leaves that to Beomgyu when they’re on the phone missing each other and trying to get off. But tonight, when he’s being held like this, nothing feels more right than the slow circling of Beomgyu’s lubed finger around his entrance before he slowly slides it in.
He knows that the angle they’re at definitely won’t be enough to get him off with fingering alone, even if Beomgyu’s slender fingers fill him just right. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy the sensation, especially when Beomgyu’s other hand returns to his dick once he’s worked his way up to two fingers. He melts into Beomgyu who seems to envelop him even more.
Beomgyu lifts his head from where he’s been kissing Taehyun's jaw. “Do you want more?”
“No, this is enough.”
Taehyun is happy to let Beomgyu set the pace, to take his time while Taehyun gets lost in every sensation. Beomgyu’s fingers curl deeper inside him just brushing against the right spot. When Taehyun moans, Beomgyu starts to stroke him harder. Whines that are beyond his control slip from his throat. They’re only encouraged by Beomgyu’s heavy breath near his ear.
“I’ve missed those whines.”
Taehyun has missed the little noises Beomgyu is capable of, too. He’ll get to hear them tomorrow, he’s sure. Beomgyu seems to be in a self-indulgent giving mood tonight, and Taehyun is happy to take.
He knows he won’t last much longer, and Beomgyu reads the signs clearly. He flicks his wrist with intent, letting his thumb trace along the slit in just the right way. Taehyun’s muscles clench in a telltale sign of his approaching orgasm. Half of it is from Beomgyu’s hands, the other half is simply from the pleasure of having Beomgyu here. Having him home.
“I’m gonna come.”
Beomgyu almost giggles, but his tone remains soft as he whispers, “Then come.”
He spills into Beomgyu’s hand and along his own chest to the sound of Beomgyu’s little praises and delicate kisses to his shoulder. It takes him longer than usual to come down from the high, his body all too comfortable in Beomgyu’s arms. Beomgyu eases him through it, and eventually turns his head to kiss him properly for the first time since they laid down. The angle is awkward, and Taehyun’s mind is still fuzzy, but he smiles into the kiss anyway. God, he’s missed this.
Eventually they break apart, and Beomgyu makes quick work of reaching for the wipes to clean Taehyun up.
“But what about you?” Taehyun asks, still feeling like jelly but more than content with snuggling into the sheets as Beomgyu wipes down his stomach with care.
“I’m fine for now.” Beomgyu gives a reassuring smile. “Tonight’s all about you.”
Taehyun almost feels a sense of relief because he knows that, after what just happened, he’s too spent to properly get Beomgyu off the way he wants to tonight.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“Just wait until tomorrow.” He says it in the most Beomgyu way: a little teasing but the underlying promise loud and clear despite the exaggerated wink. He soon lays down next to Taehyun and pats his own chest, prompting Taehyun closer.
“What’s the plan?” Taehyun asks as he snuggles in the crook of Beomgyu’s arm. Beomgyu always has a plan. Not a second later he feels Beomgyu’s legs wrapping around his own, caging him in.
“First, I’ll start off the day by giving you the best blowjob of your life.”
Taehyun can’t help but roll his eyes at that. “You say that every year.”
“And I like to think that they get even better with each birthday.”
Everything is warm, and a little dreamy, but he knows Beomgyu’s thought about this and wants to share. So, he indulges him to the best of his sleepy ability.
“And then?”
“Dinner with the guys, drinks, but not too late...” Beomgyu unconsciously taps his finger against Taehyun’s arm for each item on the list, one of his silly habits Taehyun has learned to expect. “Cause when we get home, I’m going to let you have your way with me.”
“Is sex with me all you think about?” Taehyun knows it isn’t, but it’s fun to tease.
Beomgyu’s voice softens. “I think about everything with you.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like how nice it will be to take you home next weekend. How someday we’ll move out of Seoul, maybe closer to my parents, and I won’t be gone all the time.”
“Sounds nice.” More than nice.
“But that’s all for the future.” Taehyun’s so sleepy that he barely registers Beomgyu reaching to turn off the light on the nightstand before he continues. “Tomorrow, I’m all yours. Any way you want me. Maybe I’ll even try the buttplug Yeonjun hyung got us for Christmas.”
Beomgyu’s rambling instead of letting himself fall asleep, each thought getting more and more ridiculous. It’s a habit he picked up the more time he started to spend away. Taehyun knows it’s Beomgyu’s way of trying to get the most out of their time together – to voice every thought he has and not waste time on sleep. But Beomgyu’s voice is comforting even when he’s being crude, and Taehyun can’t help the way his eyes fall completely shut.
“Please don’t use ‘Yeonjun hyung’ and ‘buttplug’ in the same sentence ever again,.”
As much as Taehyun would love to hang on to every word, tease Beomgyu some more, his eyes feel heavy. He’s too content wrapped in Beomgyu’s arms to not start to doze off.
That is, until there’s a soft shaking of his shoulders.
“No, Hyun-ah, you can’t go to sleep with Yeonjun hyung being the last thought on your mind.”
“I’m thinking about you, don’t worry.” Isn’t he always?
“Me with a buttplug?”
“How much I love you being home.” With his eyes still closed, Taehyun presses a lazy kiss to Beomgyu’s chest, as much as he can manage after an orgasm. ”How much I love you.”
It’s a sleepy confession, but it’s true. Beomgyu is always the one professing his love. Taehyun just clings harder, pours his heart into his actions and sacrifices his sanity at times. Beomgyu doesn’t need to hear Taehyun say it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve to.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He can’t see Beomgyu’s smile, but he can feel it in the way he squeezes him tighter. “Happy birthday, Hyun-ah. Love you too.”
Taehyun knows. He’d never doubt it.