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“She’s already asleep..” Seunghyun whined from the door, catching Jiyong’s attention, “put her in her bed.”
Jiyong, who was standing next to Jihyun’s bed with the sleeping little girl leaning on his shoulder, turned to face the pouty Seunghyun. “Just give me a minute,” Jiyong pressed his cheek atop of Jihyun’s head, swaying lightly, “I’ve missed her.”
“Well I miss you, too.” With an exaggerated pout, Seunghyun walked over and wrapped his arms around the two from behind, resting his chin on Jiyong’s shoulder. “Don’t you miss me?”
“Maybe,” Jiyong grinned, biting his lip, “a little.”
Seunghyun scoffed. “Are you sure?” The whisper came hot and breathy in Jiyong’s ear. He squirmed when one of Seunghyun’s hands slithered underneath his shirt, pressing the palm flat on his stomach, caressing and pulling him closer.
“What are you doing? She’s asleep.” Jiyong chided under his breath, nudging Seunghyun away with his shoulder playfully.
“I told you to put her in her bed already,” Seunghyun teased with wet kisses from the shell of Jiyong’s ear and along the slender neck, “so that I can put you in our bed.”
Jiyong was feeling giddy. He had been away to Japan for three days and there was no way in hell or heaven or wherever in between that he was not missing this shamelessly horny human being. He just came back this afternoon and Jihyun hogged his attention to herself; telling stories of what she did, asking him to read the new book that her aunt Dami bought her, showing him the drawings on her paper roll that she drew when her Papa was away. She slowed down when it was time for dinner and fell asleep almost immediately after that.
“You’re gonna wake her up if you keep on doing this.” Jiyong stifled the bubble of giggles from rolling out his throat.
“If you must know, someone is already awake because of you.”
“Yeah, I can feel that. He’s awake alright.”
“He misses you.”
“I bet he does.”
Seunghyun groaned and pulled away. “Why are you being such a tease?” Seunghyun sulked a little too loudly causing Jiyong to widen his eyes as a reminder that Jihyun was asleep. So with hushed tone, Seunghyun continued to whine. “I’m frustrated over here. I miss you, I wanna touch you, I wanna kiss you, I wanna do all kinds of things to you. But all you’ve been doing since you got home was giving your attention to her.”
Jiyong’s mouth gapped in mock surprise. But he found it a little funny and adorable too. “Seunghyun, you’re not jealous of our child are you?”
“I-I’m not.” The fact was, he was jealous, but just a little. “It’s just that, I’m right here. Don’t you miss me too? Don’t you want me to touch you, kiss you and let me do things to you?”
Jiyong let the giggles out then. This was too cute. He turned to the little bed and carefully tucked Jihyun in. He bent over to kiss her forehead before turning around to face Seunghyun.
“Of course I wanted to do those things. Since the moment I landed at the airport.” He pressed their bodies together, letting his hands smooth the creases on Seunghyun’s shirt as they roamed from the shoulders down to the sturdy chest. “But darling,” he nudged Seunghyun’s nose with his and pecked the thin lips lightly, and breathed the words out, “that was judt foreplay.” Jiyong darted his tongue out to lick his lips, deliberately letting the tip ghost along Seunghyun’s lips.
The elder swallowed hard. His throat was suddenly dry.
Jiyong smirked and leaned closer to Seunghyun’s ear and whispers. "Close the door behind you.”
Before Seunghyun could register what Jiyong meant, Jiyong pulled away and dashed out of the room with giggles echoing around the hallway towards their bedroom.
“You little fox!” Seunghyun bit his lip and gave Jihyun a quick peck on her forehead before following Jiyong, closing the door carefully; wouldn’t wanna wake Jihyun up with a loud bang.
Jiyong almost had their bedroom door slammed flat on Seunghyun’s face when the elder stopped him and slipped into the room, grabbing Jiyong by his wrist. Breathless giggles and laughter filled the room as Seunghyun crowded Jiyong against the door and kissed him for what he was worth.
“You think you can get away from me?” Seunghyun growled, playfully nipping at Jiyong’s earlobe, fingers tickling the sides of Jiyong’s torso, making him laugh even more, throwing his head against the door. His effort of squirming away from Seunghyun was useless; the more he laughed, the weaker he became.
But he decided to tease Seunghyun anyway and yelped a ‘yes’ in between his laughter.
“Oh, really?” The tickles intensified and Jiyong’s pleas laced with his laughter like music to Seunghyun’s ears. Grinning widely, Seunghyun stopped his attacks and kissed Jiyong again; languidly.
Tired of standing on his toes to meet Seunghyun’s passionate kisses, Jiyong lifted himself up to wrap his legs around Seunghyun’s waist, clutching his arms around Seunghyun’s neck. It didn’t take long before the giggles and laughter were replaced by moans and whimpers.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Jiyong smiled, looking down at Seunghyun; still standing in the doorway. He carded his hands in the elder’s hair, brushing them away from the forehead. And then he brought his hands over Seunghyun’s eyes, causing them to flutter closed. He pressed the pad of his fingers gently over the eyelids.
“I’ve missed these,” he muttered. The smile in his tone widened the smile on Seunghyun’s face.
And on to the high of Seunghyun’s cheekbones, “I’ve missed these, too.”
Seunghyun looked up at him.
“And also this,” the little fingers crowded onto the bridge of the elder’s nose, gaining soft chuckles from the owner.
“And of course these,” he pressed a thumb along Seunghyun’s lips, pressing them out of shape, before leaning down for another soft kiss. Jiyong deliberately let out a low hum, knowing its effect on Seunghyun.
When they pulled away, the elder had this impish grin across his face, wiggling his eyebrows. “Well, now do you want me to show you what I’ve missed?”
Jiyong laughed at Seunghyun’s perverted tone. But he didn’t answer. Instead, he tightened his arms around Seunghyun’s neck, burying one hand in the mop of the dark hair, and leaned close to the man’s ear.
“Take us to bed,” Jiyong whispered in what Seunghyun ranked as the dirtiest moan he’s ever heard causing him to freeze for a few seconds. “Now.”
Seunghyun spun around and took the few steps to the bed hurriedly and practically threw Jiyong giggling into the mattress when his knees knocked the edge of the bed.
Jiyong watched, tilting his head to the side with an index finger between his teeth, as Seunghyun stripped down. He extended one leg to let his foot trail along Seunghyun’s thigh up to the crotch area, teasing Seunghyun's half hard member. He let out a whimper, arching his back lewdly, glancing at Seunghyun with hooded eyes causing the elder to grunt as he threw his shirt mindlessly onto the floor and crawled into bed, hovering above Jiyong.
With his lip behind his teeth, Jiyong pulled Seunghyun down into a kiss and smiled when he felt Seunghyun fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt. He squirmed out of his shirt while his hands immediately latched onto the waistband of Seunghyun’s sweatpants, tugging it playfully, pushing it down.
Seunghyun pulled away as he got the hint; he stood back up and stripped naked.
“Now you strip!” Seunghyun approached Jiyong and smacked the side of the younger’s thigh playfully.
Jiyong fake a cry of pain, already unbuckling his belt, pushing the waistband down. Seunghyun helped him to pull the rest of the leather pants off.
“These pants are too tight for your own good, you know?” Seunghyun settled back in between Jiyong’s leg.
“Oh yeah? Why?” Jiyong teased, shifting a little bit at the feeling of Seunghyun hardness pressing against his own.
“You know why,” Seunghyun silenced Jiyong with yet another kiss, rocking his hip slowly. The tiny, subtle sounds that Jiyong made, whether they were deliberate or came out naturally, they were equally sinful. And they sent Seunghyun’s heart on a race.
One of his hands headed south and it paused when it came in contact with a sticky, damp spot. Seunghyun hummed, “I didn’t expect you to be this wet from the way you were resisting.”
“Please,” Jiyong sucked in a breath, “your voice alone could get me this wet.”
Seunghyun growled, taking Jiyong’s length into his hand, stroking it slowly. The view in front of his eyes was just spectacular; Jiyong arching his neck in pleasure, eyes tightly shut, a dopey smile across his flushed face, humming blissfully every now and then. Seunghyun lowered down and nuzzled at the crook of Jiyong’s neck, ghosting hot breaths against the soft skin before branding wet kisses along the protruding collarbones.
Jiyong gripped the elder’s arms when he felt Seunghyun nibbled and sucked on a little spot on his neck. His breaths became shallow and erratic as Seunghyun sucked harder; leaving his mark, driving Jiyong crazy. His little hand sought for Seunghyun’s and brought it to his mouth to then lathered the middle finger with his own spit.
Seunghyun smirked, watching Jiyong lavishly--lewdly--coating the finger with wetness. When he was satisfied, Jiyong let go of the finger with a pop. “That should do it,” Jiyong bit his lip down.
“Na-ah,” Seunghyun propped up and grabbed the tube of lube on the nightstand, “No way I’m gonna do it dry like that. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He smothered a good amount of the cool lubricant around the same finger and looked up to meet Jiyong’s eyes, but they were already tightly closed in anticipation.
Seunghyun gently nudged at the entrance, relishing the sound of Jiyong’s short breaths as the finger pushed in. He leaned down to peck Jiyong on the lips and asked if he was ready. It was a rhetorical question because Seunghyun pushed the finger in up to his first knuckle before Jiyong even got to respond. He captured Jiyong’s lips yet again, leaving the younger with no choice but to swallow the tiny whimpers forming at the base of his throat.
Jiyong rocked his hips for more. His arms clinging onto Seunghyun’s shoulders like his life depended on the sturdy frame. The elder indulged Jiyong with another finger after a while. His fingers clawed deep into Seunghyun’s back as he sighed and hummed at being pleasured. He became impatient by the second and urged Seunghyun to push the third finger in. Jiyong winced at the pain at first but adapted to it almost immediately. He sought for Seunghyun’s lips once again to distract himself from the stings.
“Now, Seunghyun. Now.” Jiyong panted again Seunghyun’s lips. The elder wasted not a second more to pull out and lathered his dick with the lube. He was ready to take Jiyong when the latter stopped him.
“Seunghyun, wait..” Jiyong pulled away, breathless. “Condom..” he dropped his arm, pointing at the general direction of their nightstand.
But Seunghyun didn’t hesitate when he shook his head. “No. Not tonight.”
“N-No?” Jiyong frowns.
“No. Tonight we’re trying.” Seunghyun locked his eyes on Jiyong’s hooded ones.
“We are?” Jiyong sounded hopeful.
It had been almost five years since Jihyun was born. Although the doctors had said too many times that it was impossible for Jiyong to get pregnant again, the couple insisted that they had nothing to lose if they still wanted to try. So with that in mind, they gave it a try several times over the years but with unfortunate outcomes. Jiyong even had a few false pregnancies after these tries. He wanted it so bad that he started experiencing typical signs of pregnancy, like morning sickness and gaining weight, when he was not pregnant at all. A few visits to the hospitals started with hopeful smiles and ended with crushed frowns. They got frustrated, yes, especially Jiyong. But luckily, they were pretty optimistic about the whole thing; if they got pregnant again, yay! If not, they would still get the pleasure of sex out of it.
So when Seunghyun said that they were gonna try again tonight, Jiyong was all up for it. He missed being pregnant and he would do anything to get pregnant again. And also because he knew, when Seunghyun was trying, the night was going to be wild and rough and long.
There was nothing more rewarding--and arousing--to Seunghyun than waking up to the view of Jiyong’s bare back curled up next to him. Inked words stood out on the otherwise pale and unblemished skin of his shoulder. Seunghyun sneaked closer, nuzzling at the curve of Jiyong’s neck, pressing light kisses on the permanent series of Roman numerals.
Jiyong took a deep breath, stirring out of sleep, turning on his side to face Seunghyun.
“Aren’t you cold? Why are you sleeping so far away?” Seunghyun curled his arm around Jiyong and pulled him closer.
“Because you seemed to be doing some kind of martial arts in your sleep and kept hitting my sore back, so..” Jiyong replied without even bothering to open his eyes.
Seunghyun chuckled, pressing a kiss on Jiyong’s forehead. “Sorry..”
Jiyong hummed and nuzzled against Seunghyun’s chest. “Go back to sleep! It’s still so early and Jihyun is not up yet. So please let me have some more sleep.”
The elder huffed a smile, pressing a kiss on Jiyong’s temple. “Okay, okay..” He ran his hand mindlessly along Jiyong’s back, watching him drift back to sleep. Seunghyun slipped back under the covers, snuggling with Jiyong in his arms.
So now, they wait.
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