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The first rays of the morning light make their way through the slightly closed curtains of the hotel room, illuminating the white sheets of the bed that is placed right in front of the window. It’s early, just past the sunrise, and the weak yet warm bundles of light kiss Heeseung’s skin just right to make him stir in his sleep.
He stretches his long limbs and slowly opens his eyes to see the room painted by a golden glow. The soft sighs coming from the other side of the bed are enough to tell him he was the first to wake up.
When he turns his head to look at Jaeyun he finds him on his side facing him, an arm under the pillow and the other stretched out in front of himself, his fingers brushing the bare skin of Heesueng’s shoulder. He looks gorgeous. His dark hair is splayed on the pillow under him and the sun is lighting up his face just right to make his skin glow in the dim light of the room.
The older one checks the time on his phone. 6:05 am . They still have about two hours and a half before they have to leave for the airport. Once he turns around again he instinctively brings a hand up to caress his boyfriend’s cheek but hesitates for a second, wondering if he is willing to risk waking him up.
He softly brushes his hair instead, fingers carding through black, long locks. Jaeyun hasn’t had his hair cut for a while now and Heesueng can’t help but think he looks stunning with his hair this long. It would sometimes brush past his eyes and lately Jaeyun has taken the habit of tucking it behind his ear and oh , Heeseung goes crazy at the sight every time. So, so pretty .
His hand grows bold with each soft touch and he eventually ends up caressing the soft skin of his cheek, thumb sliding lower to slowly trace the seam of his boyfriend’s plump lips. Those lips he loves so much, those lips even now he has a hard time trying not to touch with his own. A light kiss on his finger startles him out of his thoughts.
Jaeyun is slowly opening his eyes as if to adjust to the light and then he’s looking right at Heesung. His face nuzzles a bit more in the older’s hand, seeking warmth.
“Good morning, hyung.”
His eyes flutter closed for a second when Heeseung properly holds his face and strokes his cheek with a finger. “Good morning, baby.” He says as he shifts a bit closer to Jaeyun. When he tries to take his hand back, the younger just holds his wrist and brings it to his mouth to leave a soft kiss on his knuckles. Only then, he lets it go.
“What time is it?”
“Only six am. We have some time before we need to leave.”
Jaeyun hums in agreement and presses his body flat against Heeseung’s chest, his hands resting on the planes of his bare stomach, loving the warmth his skin radiates. He’s only wearing one of his boyfriend’s big t-shirts, so it’s easy for Heesueng to slip his hands under it and gently hold his waist. Their legs move on their own accord and tangle together, their bodies being so used to each other that they just know what to do. Jaeyun presses another kiss on the skin of Heeseung’s collarbone. Heeseung reciprocates with one in his hair.
They tend to be really touchy in the morning when they’re still wrapped in the feeling of sleepiness and when they feel most vulnerable, Heeseung loves that a lot. It’s probably his favorite thing about their mornings together, when they have the time to indulge in each other’s touch and bask in the sweetness of those moments.
The hands on Jaeyun’s waist start caressing the skin there, one of them making its way up his spine and sensually tracing it, a gentle tease who earns the older a little shiver from the boy in his arms. One of Jaeyun’s thighs wraps itself around Heeseung’s waist and the older lets a hand gently get a hold of it, reaching up just where the skin meets the end of his backside and squeezing.
Even if the silence between them is everything but awkward, Heesueng breaks it first.
“How did you sleep?” He asks the younger, his hands busy caressing every inch of his body.
“Good,” Jaeyun replies. “Really good. This bed feels like heaven, especially after a long day of work.” He finishes with a laugh and Heeseung joins him. The bed they shared was indeed, really comfortable, the right amount of softness and big enough to even fit a third person. They both slept soundly the past few days, and cuddling there never felt better.
One of Heeseung’s hands goes up to gently tuck a strand of black hair behind Jaeyun’s ear, making him lift his head slightly and flash gentle smile. The older one can't help but look at his lips, those pink heart shaped lips he loves so much. They’ve been awake for a while now and Heeseung still hasn’t had a taste of them, he needs to change that immediately.
“Can I have my morning kiss?” Heeseung asks, eyes looking up and down from his lips to the younger’s eyes. Jaeyun’s smile widens, and he’s slowly reducing the space between their faces, one of his hands sitting on his boyfriend’s neck.
“You can have all of me, if you want.”
Heeseung doesn’t need to be asked twice.
When their lips meet halfway and press together, it’s like the world stops and suddenly, it’s just the two of them. Heeseung gets a hold of Jaeyun’s cheek and tilts head, he presses himself closer and breathes out from his nose when he finally feels like all of them is connected. It’s like something clicks inside of him, and the feeling of peacefulness spreads inside his body. His sweet, lovely Jaeyun .
After a moment of just enjoying the feeling of their lips touching, they part, leaving enough space for them to inevitably smile and press their foreheads together. “I do,” Heeseung whispers. “I do want all of you.”
Jaeyun is tugging him forward and their lips meet once again, only this time, they move against each other steadily and vigorously. Heeseung blindly gets a hold of the younger’s waist when he opens his mouth, tongue darting out to run the length of Jaeyun’s bottom lip and then slipping inside. Their tongues take their time languidly caressing each other, making their kiss that much passionate.
It’s like a dance, when they kiss. A game of leaning in and pulling away, their mouths chasing and pressing against each other with so much passion. If breathing wasn’t necessary, Heeseung thinks he wouldn’t mind never separating from his boyfriend’s lips.
One of Jaeyun’s hands presses flatly against Heeseung’s chest while the other comes up and tangles in his hair to gently grip it. The older only lets out a strangled noise absorbed by his lover’s lips. When they eventually part for air, Heeseung gently bites Jaeyun’s bottom lip before trailing wet kisses down his jawline and right against his ear. The shiver he lets out is nothing but obvious.
Jaeyun tilts his head a little and they’re looking at each other. Heeseung takes in the view of the blush that is slowly painting the younger’s cheeks and how his eyes are already hazy, his lips now red and shiny with spit. Oh , how he wants this to be more than a morning kiss.
His hands tighten their hold on Jaeyun’s waist, the skin warming up under his touch. He tugs him closer, feeling the need to feel his body pressing against his without any space in between them. He wants nothing more but for Jaeyun to take his every breath away. The hand that was pressing on his chest slides up and goes around his neck, tying them in a sort of embrace.
Heeseung bends his head to kiss the skin of Jaeyun’s neck and the younger only bares it, silently asking for more. When there’s nothing more he can hold on to, he feels Jaeyun’s front press against his hip. He’s half hard, and the feeling of it makes Heeseung’s own cock twitch in his sleeping pants.
“Want me to take care of this?”
He’s speaking the words against the younger’s neck, his hips subtly thrusting forward to make a point. Jaeyun lets out a breathless moan and Heeseung takes the opportunity to kiss him again. This kiss is intense and way messier, their mouths sharing spit and their breaths ragged by the end of it.
“What I want,” Jaeyun says “Is you inside of me .”
His voice is still a bit raspy from his sleep and his cheeks are now blooming pink, the blush spreading down his neck into his shirt. He looks so hot Heeseung has a hard time stopping himself from ruining him completely. When his words eventually set in he can only mutter a curse under his breath as he feels his cock hardening.
“Yeah?” He asks. “You want that? Want me to take you?” One of his hands goes down to squeeze his ass and Jaeyun is whining. “Yes. Yes, please .” He replies, his hips uncertain between grinding against Heeseung’s front or pushing back into his hand. Seeing him so desperate already makes something stir deep down Heeseung’s belly; he’s like this because of him , and he fucking loves it.
He feels Jaeyun’s hands on his chest closing to a fist when he pushes him forward until their hips are meeting. Their erections brush against each other and they both can’t help the moan of relief they let out. Heeseung probably likes this best: when it’s just the two of them, early in the morning, lazily grinding against each other without any pressure for incoming schedules. It’s one of those moments he loves to savor completely.
One of Heeseung’s hands slips inside Jaeyun’s boxers, kneading the plushy skin of his ass and using his hold to help the younger set a steady rhythm of his hips. Since the material covering both their fronts is minimal, the slide feels tremendously good and Heeseung can feel himself starting to leak precum, his cock now fully hard and wanting. Jaeyun is just as affected though, the dark spot on his gray underwear telling him just as much.
They go on like that for a while, teasing each other and almost reaching the finish line only to pull back and do it all over again. Heeseung can’t stop nipping at the soft skin of the younger’s neck and he’s sure there’s a dark red bruise there that won’t be so easy to cover with makeup but none of them cares. He doesn’t care when he’s got a whiny and sensitive Jaeyun in his arms who is constantly asking for more, please .
Heeseung’s index finger slides down the crease of Jaeyun’s ass and the moment he presses on his entrance the younger is thrashing in his arms.
“F– Fuck .”
His voice is broken and shaky, and he starts moaning when Heesueng circles his entrance with his finger, applying just the right pressure without actually pressing inside. “Please.” He sounds desperate, and this, Heeseung thinks, this is not where he wants him to beg yet.
With a swift movement, he takes out his hand and brings three of his fingers in front of Jaeyun’s slightly parted lips. The younger takes them in his mouth without a word and after closing his eyes, he starts wetting them the best he can. When his tongue slides against the digits in his mouth his eyes snap open and he makes direct eye-contact with Heeseung.
He looks downright sinful with his mouth full of the older’s fingers, messy hair and teary, round eyes. He looks so fucking gorgeous and for a moment Heeseung forgets how to breath. Because as much as this view is nothing sort of new to him, it will never fail to feel like a punch in the guts.
“Christ– Jaeyun-ah. ”
When he takes the fingers out, he doesn’t waste time to shove his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. It’s filthy and wet, but he couldn’t care less.
His hand goes back inside Jaeyun’s boxers and two of his fingers get his hole wet before carefully pushing inside. He’s still loose from the bit of fun they had last night in the shower, and that comes in handy for his fingers to slide in without any kind of pressure. The loud moan he lets out is absorbed by Heesueng’s mouth, the hands on his chest scraping down his skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.
After the younger gets used to the feeling, Heeseung starts moving his fingers in and out. It’s slow at first, maddening thrusts careful to avoid that sweet spot deep inside Jaeyun, but then it progressively gets faster and he’s asking for more , more , more . A third finger pushes in and Jaeyun is melting in his arms.
This time, when he pushes in all the way, he lets his longest finger caress that bundle of nerves and causes Jaeyun’s body to spasm. His fingers press inside, scissoring and stretching him but also making him feel good. Heeseung knows how much his boyfriend loves his fingers, sometimes asking him to get off on only them.
“Fuck. I’m ready, please . I want you.”
He’s whispering those words right against Heeseung’s lips, his ragged breath hot against his mouth. When one of his hands slides down to cup him through his pants does he realize how painfully hard and leaking he is. He was so busy pleasing Jaeyun he almost forgot about his own, demanding needs.
Jaeyun slides the front of his pants down to release his length and loses no time to wet his own hand and get it around his cock. Heeseung groans at the contact, a tingly feeling spreading in his lower abdomen. Caught up in the feeling, his fingers inside the younger stop moving for a moment.
“You’re so hard.”
The hand on his cock starts stroking him, the slide made easier thanks to the copious amount of precum. “Get inside of me.” He whispers, lips suddenly brushing against his ear. “Wanna feel you, want you to make me yours.”
“Fuck, baby.”
Heeseung is moving fast now. He takes his fingers out the younger and turns to grab lube and a condom from the bedside table. When he turns back around and meets Jaeyun’s lustful eyes looking at him he stills. The condom is taken from his hand and put aside.
“No condom,” Jaeyun says. “Wanna feel your skin on mine.”
Heeseung is actually having a hard time breathing right now, because when he thinks his boyfriend has done the worst to make him feel on fucking cloud nine, he goes and pulls stuff like this. “Love,” He says, trying so bad to listen to that little, rational part that’s left in his brain. “We have a flight later, it’s gonna be a hassle to clean–”
“I don’t care, I’ll shower.” Jaeyun doesn't give him the chance to object. He gets closer, whispers his next words right on Heeseung’s parted lips. “Just please , fill me up.”
He’s not sure he can handle himself after that. Their lips are crashing against each other once again as they struggle to take off every piece of clothing that’s still separating their bodies. As much as Jaeyun’s a sight when he’s wearing nothing but one of his big t-shirts and boxers to sleep, Heesueng needs to feel their skin press together or he thinks he’ll go insane.
Clothes discarded, they fight to stop devouring each other in order to satisfy the need that’s eating both of them from the inside.
“How–how do you want me?” Jaeyun is breathless, and Heeseung wants nothing more but to make him wholly his. “Turn around for me, baby? I’ll take care of you.” The younger just hums and turns around to lay on his side, his back to Heeseung’s front.
Heeseung presses himself so close to Jaeyun that now all of them is connected– almost , all of them. His chest is heaving against his lover’s smooth back. Two of his fingers caress the length and curves of Jaeyun’s side, leaving goosebumps in its wake and making their way to his thigh. He gently grabs a hold of it and pushes it upward by the inside of his knee, the action giving him easier access to Jeyuns’s body.
He squirts some lube on his palm and gives himself a couple strokes, sighing as the motion brings some kind of relief to his achingly hard cock. He presses the head against Jaeyun’s entrance, circling it as if to test the waters, but that seems to only drive both of them that much crazier.
Jayeun is holding onto the forearm that’s draped under his neck, his breath coming out hot against the older skin as he mumbles a string of please, please, please . Heeseung’s lips are kissing his neck when he thrusts inside with one solid motion, and everything seems to be stopping for an instant.
As the warmth and tightness envelops him, Heeseung is reminded of why they both like this position so much.
They’re pressed together, all of them are pressed together. Heeseung is hugging Jaeyun tight against his chest and everything feels hot . Their hearts are beating in sync, and given the speed they’re going at they can both feel it. Heeseung feels Jaeyun’s against his chest, and Jaeyun must be feeling his on his back. It’s like their hearts, too, are trying to jump out of their chest to collide in a hug. And this , all of this is so intimate Heeseung doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to share it with someone else but Jaeyun.
“Fuck,” He moans, sweat already clinging to his skin. “Fuck you feel so good around me.”
“You t-too, hyung.” Jaeyun whimpers, his voice so thin the older one almost can’t hear him. “God, you’re so big. Always so big for me.”
When Heeseung feels Jaeyun relax around him he starts moving, setting a slow pace at first, trying his best to enjoy the drag of his cock against his walls. It’s not often they get to fuck without a condom and the raw feeling of skin-agaist skin is almost maddening, so much Heeseung has to stop himself from giving into the pleasure and chasing his orgasm too soon.
It’s been a while since they even had the time to go all the way, and the now familiar feeling of being deep inside his boyfriend is nothing but amazing. The intimacy of it all always reminds Heeseung how deeply in love he is with the boy in his arms.
He places one of his hands on Jayeun’s lower belly to ground himself when he picks up the speed of his thrusts, the younger’s waist so small he can almost cover the whole area with his fingers. A hand comes down and wraps around his wrist, making it clear that Jaeyun also needs something to hold on to. His head falls to the side, giving Heeseung free access to bite, kiss and lick at his neck, making him tremble that much more.
His thrusts are rapid and precise, his cock pushing out until the head catches against his rim only to strongly push back inside all the way. When Heeseung angles his hips just right and hits Jaeyun’s sweet spot the younger immediately clenches around him and lets out a moan so loud he’s afraid he’ll wake up the others in the room close to theirs. “There it is.” He groans as he takes his time pushing his cock as deep as he can to press to that bundle of nerves who makes Jaeyun see stars. “Shit– Heeseung .”
“Yeah, baby?”
“F-fuck, right there.”
The older tries his best to angle his thrusts so that he’s hitting that spot every time, focusing so much on making Jayeun feel good like he promised.
The feeling of the tightness around him is so good he unconsciously presses his hand down on Jaeyun’s belly while thrusting inside him hard and deep. In that moment, he feels a small bulge under his touch and the realization nearly makes him come on the spot. He grabs Jayeun’s hands and holds it on his skin instead. “Can you feel me here, Jaeyun-ah? Can you feel how deep I am?” He asks, voice dropping an octave lower.
“No one can ever own you like this, baby. You’re mine .”
“Y-yours, I’m o-only yours– Ah !”
Things start blurring soon and Heeseung feels his orgasm nearing, the force of it gathering in the pit of his stomach, ready to unleash. Jaeyun seems pretty out of it as well, his head thrown back on the older’s shoulder and his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. He also looks pretty fucking hot.
“I’m close.” He mutters, lips brushing Jaeyun’s forehead and kissing it from time to time. “Me too,'' the younger gasps. “Turn– turn around please. Wanna see you.”
Heeseung moves fast, he slips out of Jaeyun to position him on his back again and get between his legs. He doesn’t give him the time to complain about the loss because he’s slipping back inside of him immediately.
As the heat of the younger engulfs him again, he lets out a moan, hands going down to grab the skin of Jaeyun’s parted thighs. He picks up his speed once again, thrusting inside with full force and the need to bring the both of them to their orgasms. Jaeyun is panting under him, moaning so loud the sound covers the obscene smacking of their skin. The view Heeseung has in front of him is lewd, obscene even, his cock pushing in and out of Jaeyun’s hole, but he finds it so captivating and beautiful he has trouble looking away.
Jaeyun is gripping the sheets so hard they could rip, thighs closing around Heeseung’s waist and bringing them closer, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“P-please.” He moans. “Please touch me. I-I’m so close.”
And how can Heeseung deny him anything?
While one of his hands helps him brace himself on top of the younger, the other slides down and wraps around Jaeyun’s wet cock, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts. His body starts trembling and he unconsciously tightens up around Heeseung, almost making it hard for him to move. Unrestrained pleasure starts pooling in the pit of the older’s lower abdomen, like a string ready to snap.
“Come with me, Jaeyun-ah, together .”
Jaeyun throws his head back, face painted by pleasure, his hands flying on Heeseung’s back and scratching down his skin. The hand working on his cock doesn’t stop, flicking his wrist just right and pressing that bit harder on the up-stroke. Then, Jaeyun lets loose. His mouth opens in a silent, breathy moan and his body goes taut. He comes hard, paints his chest and wets his chin, his body moving to ride the wave and intensity of it. He looks like a fucking vision and Heeseung is so, so close.
“Inside. Inside of me, please .”
The string breaks, and Heeseung’s vision whites for a second. He comes inside Jaeyun with a low groan he tries to muffle biting on the younger’s skin, he fills him up to the brim like he asked. The feeling of his orgasm washes over him intensely, erupting and spreading inside of his body like a wildfire. He thrusts inside the younger just a couple times more, enjoying the last feeling of pleasure before he collapses completely on his boyfriend.
The room is quiet, the sounds of their heavy breaths the only one that can be heard while they gasp for air. One of Jaeyun’s hands goes up and tangles in Heeseung’s sweaty hair, caressing his neck without caring for the dampness of his skin.
“God.” Heeseung mutters when he feels like the earth starts spinning again and he can move to lie sideways so as not to crush the younger. Jaeyun lets out a laugh from under him. “Yeah, that was intense.”
He brings up a hand to caress Jaeyun’s cheek and opens his eyes to look at him. Even like this, he looks breathtakingly beautiful. The younger smiles at him and leans into the touch and Heeseung feels his heart shake.
When he feels himself starting to soften he pushes up to his knees once again and carefully slips his cock out of the younger. The sight that greets him is almost addictive: cum oozes out of Jaeyun, so much of it that his hand moves of his own accord. Two of Heesueng’s fingers scoop up the mess and push it back inside, the tightness accommodating him once again.
“Ah– Heeseung! ” Jaeyun moans. “S-stop.” His legs unconsciously start to close but Heeseung keeps them open with his free hand and a knee. His fingers push inside again, deep enough they brush against Jaeyun’s prostate. Heeseung catches a glimpse of the younger’s cock twitching despite his flebile protests.
“Can you give me another one, love?” He asks, his hand slowly setting a rhythm.
“I-I don’t know. I-I’m still sensitive.”
Heeseung bends then, his lips brushing against Jaeyun’s chin and leaving kisses along his jawline. “You’re so good for me. So beautiful, Jaeyun-ah.” He captures his lips in a sweet kiss and that’s all it takes to have his boyfriend pliant in his hands once again.
Jaeyun lets himself be guided and in no time he’s spilling again on his stomach. By the end of it, he can barely move a limb. When Heeseung finally takes his fingers out and cleans them on the sheets he can’t help but smile widely.
“Stop smiling.” Jaehyun groans, his arms going up to cover his face. “I hate you.”
Heeseung smiles even more, moving closer and wrapping Jaeyun in a warm hug. “Not true.” He says, kissing the younger’s forehead and pushing his arms away. “Yeah, not true…” The words come out more like a mumble but he hears them anyway. He brushes Jaeyun’s hair away from his face, grazing his knuckles against his cheek.
“I love you, baby.”
“Mhh, love you too hyung.”
When he throws a look at the clock he realizes they should probably start washing up if they want to make it out of their room to catch breakfast with the others in time. Their plane back to Korea leaves in no more than three hours. “Do we need to wash up?” Jaeyun asks from where he’s pressed against Heeseung’s chest. “We should do that soon, yeah.”
Instead of making a move to untangle from their hug and stand up, he tightens his arms around Jaeyun, pressing his face in his hair. He feels fingers rubbing circles into his back. His heart is beating at a normal speed now, his body is restful and he feels at ease. The feeling of having his boyfriend safe and sound into his arms can’t compare to anything else in the world.
There are times where things get rough, times where their career doesn’t allow them to just live a simple life, and in all these times he couldn’t be more grateful to have Jaeyun, the boy who completes him and holds his heart in the palm of his hands, the boy who holds their future in his eyes.
“Five more minutes?” Jaeyun asks, and Heeseung’s lips break into a smile.
“Five more minutes.”