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“come into my wild dreams, with everything in front of your eyes covered by me”
what does sunoo think of when he hears the word, luxury?
luscious rose petals scattered over… maybe, silky billows of pristine bedsheets. or, the stillness of a piping hot bath, the milky water hidden underneath clouds of steam.
maybe a spacious apartment filled with modern facilities, large windows, and warm lighting, or perhaps, being blessed with the ability to sleep all day in feather-soft blankets and cushions.
but most of all, luxury is the feeling of being wrapped up in someone’s sweet embrace. it’s knowing that he’s someone’s one and only as they tuck his hair behind his ears. it’s the satisfaction of sensing a loving, adoring gaze on him as confident hands travel all over his body, pliant and willing to give in.
so when sunoo is fixing his hair in front of the mirror and he suddenly feels fingertips graze against his waist, a flame ignites inside of him and he turns around to submit to the suggestive embrace. his vision blurs as he’s overcome with temptation. his boyfriend — well, newly pronounced, husband — squeezes him like he’s the only thing keeping him alive, and in return he puts on a pleased front, beams sweetly and tucks a few strands of hair behind riki’s ear. but desire is churning deep inside his stomach, hot, hot strings of pitch-black, pure want. he can feel it coursing through his veins, making his fingers itch to unclothe the younger and mess him up. but he holds back because he wants riki to ruin him first, before he makes his move. when he thinks he truly has the upper hand, that’s when sunoo will strike. he knows how to make full use of vulnerability.
humming, the younger slides his hands upwards, sending shivers through sunoo, before playing with the collar of his spotless button-down shirt — left on after their wedding.
sunoo throws his head back in a silent moan as he’s assaulted by riki’s burning hot fingers tickling his sensitive, sensitive neck. the younger tugs on said collar teasingly, prying his shirt apart gently so that his collarbones can barely be seen. through his half-lidded eyes, sunoo watches him lean his head in and press kisses to the base of his neck.
the lipstick riki never bothered to take off is sticky as it lingers on his previously porcelain-clear skin. his lips tremble in anticipation, the recess between them widening as he takes in deeper, shakier breaths. hardly able to feel the rest of his body, sunoo brings one of his hands to the back of riki’s head, letting his fingers sink into the soft hairs at his nape. he’s never, ever going to let him cut his hair, his mullet is way too precious for that.
sunoo lets his gaze travel downwards to where his husband is continuing his ministrations, biting back a moan when he notices the many lip-shaped smudges coating the stretch of skin around his collarbones. his knees begin to grow weak and his legs wobble. it’s all so sudden, but he should’ve expected this. after all, it’s definitely riki behaviour to launch an attack on him as soon as they get back to their hotel.
just as he gives up and rests his body weight on the edge of the counter he was combing his hair at, riki presses a final kiss to his clothed shoulder before leaning back with a fond yet enticing smile. he eyes sunoo up and down, and the latter shrinks even more as he does so. he half expects his husband to cock his head and throw him a clever quip regarding how weak he seems at the moment.
but he doesn’t, to sunoo’s immense relief. he remains silent. and the silence is pure bliss. no words are needed between the two of them; there’s always been an invisible tendril winding around them, providing them with a connection no words can explain.
another whine escapes the recess of his lips when riki throws him a carefree smirk before sliding his warm hands under his shirt. a feeling akin to a flickering fire pulsates through sunoo’s skin at the touch. he loves the pads of riki’s fingertips grazing against his back and unclothed, naturally curved waist. he’s trying so, so hard to stand up straight now, his legs nearly giving out because of the tension in the air between them.
“hyung…” riki whispers, nuzzling into sunoo’s neck. and sunoo withers once again under the soft chocolate-scented kisses.
“...”
he falls silent again, but sunoo doesn’t mind. and then, slowly, riki lifts him onto the sleek countertop. with a lick over his lips, he cocks his head to the side.
“i want you in that wedding dress again, hyung…” he suddenly leans in and confesses, and sunoo shudders in dislike. the wedding dress he wore to the wedding was so incredibly itchy that he’d had to tug on riki’s belt to get him to follow him to the changing room — where he proceeded to change out of it. the dress was beautiful, don’t get sunoo wrong, he absolutely loved the pearls and lace decorating the layers of silk as white and soft as a dove. what’s more, it was incredibly sparkly, which gave it instant points. it was just so uncomfortable to wear.
so, sunoo pouts and gazes beseechingly into riki’s eyes. “please don’t make me wear that shit again…”
“but you looked so gorgeous, hyung.”
“but it scratched at my skin.”
at this, riki’s gaze widens and he begins to rapidly pop the buttons on sunoo’s shirt, leaving him in utter confusion.
“what are you…” sunoo begins, but trails off when the younger slips his shirt off of him, exposing his torso and shoulders. it’s a miracle he’s still sitting up properly because at this point he’s shaking vigorously enough to look as if he’s experiencing an electrocution.
riki pulls him off the counter and into yet another warm embrace, making his cheeks heat up in a whirl of excitement. knots twist and turn inside his stomach – he hasn’t felt such a spark for so long. it could have been because of the increasing stress leading up to their wedding day, or it could have been the fact that their intimacy had to be reduced to quick fucks in the early morning lately. sunoo hates being busy, but when his reward is winding down with his former-boyfriend, when his reward is something like this, how could it not be worth it?
with another shudder of pleasure running through him, sunoo leans a little out of riki’s hold before stealing a short, tender kiss from his plump, pretty lips. and as he realises with a flicker of intense exhilaration, that they have all the time in the world for each other, and each other only, he smiles into the kiss and deepens it, never wanting to let go.
“you seem so enthusiastic,” riki observes light-heartedly, breathing heavily as he pulls away for air. normally, sunoo would have responded with a sarcastic roll of his eyes, or a nonchalant, no fucking shit, what a great observation! but now, he’s in no mood to fling a sassy reply at his husband – although he would enjoy the teasing that would ensue afterwards – he just wants him.
wholly and completely, he wants to let the younger ravish him until he can’t see straight. he wants to be trapped in a hazy blur of sensations unexplainable, to be taken care of so well that he doesn’t have to worry about anything at all in the moment. and the only person whom he’ll accept all of it from is the one and only, nishimura riki.
so, instead, he parts his lips slowly and throws back his head with a small drawn-out groan, hoping to tempt riki enough into taking him further into the hell-hole he’s digging for himself with great delight.
“you’re literally so evil.” shaking his head in disapproval, the younger sighs and crouches down, surprising sunoo yet again. this time, riki undoes his belt and throws it carelessly to the side, before discarding of sunoo’s remaining clothes subsequently. it makes sunoo scoff because how the hell does riki have the audacity to strip him bare naked while he’s still fully clothed himself?
sunoo quirks an eyebrow, disregarding the fact that he’s in a really awkward situation. he shouldn’t care, anyway, this is the person he’s supposed to be the most comfortable around. so, he relaxes, crossing his arms.
“you, darling,” sunoo whispers, enunciating his consonants and grabbing his tie to jerk him closer, “are much, much worse than i am.”
riki doesn’t bother arguing.
“undress, ni-ki,” sunoo tilts his head and purrs, gazing down at him with sparkling interest in his eyes. he hopes to excite riki enough to persuade him to take him sooner. he’s always been like this – impatient when his partner is taking things slow on his part, but he absolutely loves it when he’s allowed to take charge. which is rare but happens occasionally. only riki knows to be careful when he does, though, he’s learnt much from his many experiences.
to sunoo’s great satisfaction, riki does indeed oblige, maintaining eye contact as he takes off his clothes and disposes them on the ground.
“pretty,” sunoo simply whispers, admiring his husband’s toned arm muscles and well-defined collarbone.
“prettier,” riki grins in response, jabbing a finger into his chest. “i’m done.”
he glances over to the messy pile of clothes on the floor, before whipping his head back with intense eyes filled with determination. “we’re even now.”
he steals another kiss from sunoo’s eager, trembling lips and the latter slides his fingers up his torso as lightly as he can. he’s trying to feel the difference between the last time they did something like this and now. it’s like his own memory log imprinted in his mind – for only him to see. there’s a wave of pleasure that washes through him as he presses the pads of his fingertips into riki’s milky skin; the firm muscles hidden behind his slender figure are so tangible, and so attractive.
a feeling he can’t describe wells up inside him, spilling over the edge as riki squats down suddenly and spreads his two legs apart, revealing his – not to mention, slightly embarrassing – arousal. the younger’s lips curl into a tiny smile at first sight, and he grabs sunoo’s thighs before poking his tongue out at the tip of his throbbing length, silently begging for attention.
the small yet warm touch makes sunoo jolt with stimulation, parting his lips in a soft wail.
“ki,” he chokes through the thick feeling of murk stuck in his throat, “more.”
riki innocently plants a quick kiss on the exact same spot he licked, and apparently finds sunoo’s suffering very amusing as he visibly holds back a snort of laughter. looking – no, to be concise, glaring – down at his husband, sunoo bites back a moan as a telling bead of precum forms at the tip of his dick and drips onto the marble bathroom floor.
“you’re terrible,” he complains, squinting in the dizzying blurriness of his surroundings. it’s either the tears gathered in his eyes or the haze of pleasure clouding his vision. and when he feels riki’s lips enclose around his very, very painful dick, he begins to go on a ranting spree, mumbling utter nonsense. anything that he thinks of slips past his lips. and he has no idea what he’s even saying, he’s so caught up in his own world.
his hands grip the edge of the poor countertop behind him, his knuckles turning almost completely white from how tight he’s holding onto it. at the same time, riki’s licking long stripes along his entire length, his tongue fondles at his tip, and the walls of his mouth and throat are warm around his arousal. it’s been so long since riki’s sucked him off, but as a swirl of his tongue makes him jerk forwards, sunoo wonders if he’s gotten better at it anyway.
“calm down, hyung,” riki tilts his head and mumbles around his dick stuffing his mouth, “you don’t need to talk to express how good i know you’re feeling.”
warmth bursts inside sunoo, but he shakes his head deliriously, desperately trying to stop his nearing climax from slipping out of reach. he’s bitten his lip so hard he’s sure it’s going to leave a mark on behalf of riki before he even has the chance to do so.
“i… i don’t know…” sunoo struggles to say, trying to prevent drool from sliding out the corner of his mouth, agape in the immense pleasure he’s experiencing. “i…”
riki doesn’t coax him into finishing his sentence.
and slowly, to his great relief, he begins to reach his orgasm once more, with wobbly knees and trembling lips in proof of this.
“riki… riki…” he whines, clenching his teeth and leaning his head backwards once more. pleasure is taking over his body, leaving him nearly numb and very, very tense. he’s so close to coming, staccato moans are escaping his lips as if he’s a broken record.
finally, when riki gives a final, gentle suck on his head, white liquid shoots out of the tip into riki’s open, awaiting mouth. and the younger is hardly disgusted by any of this, instead taking it all with a smile before swallowing, looking ridiculously satisfied. it scares sunoo, seeing the innocent and happy content plastered over his face.
but really, it also excites him for what’s coming next. the intense lust clouding riki’s gaze should speak millions, but sunoo wants to experience it all firsthand. so as soon as his body recovers from his orgasm, he embraces riki and whispers,
“that was great, ki. now, it’s my turn.”