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Back in their hotel room for the night, Chanhee allows himself time to finally enjoy the beauty of Paris, glass of expensive wine in hand as he stands on the balcony. He also allows his thoughts to wonder, though they keep finding their way back to the man currently here with him.
Juyeon sits on a couch in their room, scrolling on his phone, his own drink barely touched. He’s out of his designer outfit and pretty makeup, dressed in comfortable sleep clothes, they both are, but Chanhee thinks Juyeon has never looked more beautiful, more kissable.
Chanhee has thought of Juyeon this way for a while, but feared the repercussions of telling him.
Something about being here is starting to change his mind, though. City of love, he guesses.
Leaning against the railing of the balcony, Chanhee sips his wine again, watching as the sun is finally gone from the horizon. Without looking back, he calls for the other man.
“Juyeon? Why don’t you come join me?”
He doesn’t get an answer verbally, but in a matter of seconds the taller is next to him, so close their entire upper arms are touching. Chanhee doesn’t dare move away.
It’s quiet for a moment as they look out into the city, sharing each others presence, and Chanhee wishes he knew what Juyeon was thinking about. He takes a longer sip of his drink now, the glass almost empty, and holds the rest out to Juyeon, who goes to grab it. He doesn’t take the glass though, large hand loosely around Chanhee’s own as he tips the glass up for Juyeon to drink, and he’s unable to take his eyes off of the way his throat bobs when he swallows. He tips it until the glass is empty, having to pull away from the warmth of Juyeon’s hand so he can sit it on the little table behind him.
When he returns to his spot, Juyeon is looking over at him, and Chanhee meets his gaze with a soft smile. Still, neither of them say anything for a moment, finally prompting Juyeon to open his mouth, almost hesitating.
“Do you… Have you had something on your mind?”
Chanhee shrugs and looks back out to the city, but in the corner of his eye he can tell Juyeon is still looking at him, “You could say that.”
Juyeon’s head tilts a little, his facial expression so clearly showing his thought process. It’s one of many of the things Chanhee loves about him.
“Do you want to talk about it? Since it’s just the two of us?”
Chanhee would like to say that he carefully weighs his options, that he debates even hinting at his feelings, yet he doesn’t, in fact it’s almost the easiest thing in the world.
“We’re in the so-called ‘city of love,’ Juyeon,” Chanhee starts, letting out a little sigh as he looks down at his hands, picks at the skin around his nails, “It’s got me thinking.”
Juyeon shifts his weight, finally looking away from Chanhee to try to follow his gaze, despite the fact that the smaller is just staring into the starry sky, “About what? Love?”
Chanhee can’t help but to chuckle a little, chewing on his bottom lip as he feels nervous yet giddy, “Yeah, Juyeonie. About love.”
Juyeon hums, moving closer to the point their sides are almost pressed together, his pinky wraps itself around Chanhee’s and Chanhee has a pretty strong feeling that the other probably has the same thought process as him, “Are you… is there anything, or any one , that you’re thinking of loving?”
“Yeah,” Chanhee looks over at him again, slips his hand under Juyeon’s so he can link their fingers, “You.”
Juyeon doesn’t look at him or respond for a long moment, but he squeezes Chanhee’s hand, unable to stop the smile on his face, “I… I love you too.”
And Chanhee laughs, light and airy like the feeling in his chest, his whole body, as he leans his head against Juyeon’s shoulder, bouncing slightly from his own silent laughs, the two of them leaning into each other like there are magnets pulling them together. They end up nearly chest to chest, hands still linked between them, Chanhee’s head still on his shoulder as they settle down into quiet again, and he presses his lips to his shoulder, over his shirt but he doesn’t miss the way Juyeon has to take a deep breath.
“We should go inside,” Juyeon says into the side of his head, “I really want to kiss you.” He admits quietly, and Chanhee near immediately pulls away, tugging Juyeon inside as they both giggle, not even bothering to close the door before Chanhee uses his other hand to cup the back of Juyeon’s neck, fingers threading through the hair there for good measure, holding him close as their lips meet.
Juyeon kisses so timidly, letting Chanhee guide his head to tilt, letting Chanhee pull away and meet again, letting Chanhee do more than just press their lips together, letting Chanhee do anything. And Chanhee is more than happy with this. Their kisses turn open mouthed, soft sounds leaving Juyeon as Chanhee slips his tongue between his lips, and it takes some coaxing for him to do the same, seemingly content with the way Chanhee is using his mouth.
They finally part to breathe, but only by a few centimeters, panting into each other's space and Chanhee is finally aware of Juyeon’s hands on his hips, gripping him tightly, forcing their bodies flush. Chanhee’s other hand brings itself up to grip Juyeon’s shoulder, pulling him into another bruising kiss, walking backwards until his knees hit the bed and he falls backwards, but Juyeon doesn’t follow, standing between his spread legs, face flushed.
Chanhee pushes himself up on his elbows, grinning up at him, “Moving too fast? We can just go to bed, if you want.” Juyeon looks nervous and anyone can see that, but that doesn’t bother Chanhee. He knows how Juyeon can be, confident in many aspects, yet completely bashful in others. He also knows that they are moving a little fast, going from their first kiss immediately to bed.
Juyeon thinks for a moment and Chanhee can tell, blinking rapidly as his fingers pick at the hem of his shirt, “We are, but I’m okay with that. I’ve just never been with another guy, you know? So… I feel like I don’t know what to do.” He speaks quietly, almost embarrassed and it makes Chanhee coo.
“Oh baby,” He says, sitting up and grabbing Juyeon’s thighs, his head even with his stomach, “It’s not rocket science. And if you want to be guided, or even bossed around, I’d be more than happy doing so.” Chanhee starts rubbing up and down Juyeon’s right thigh, grip firm and his movements slow, he can feel the way the muscles tense underneath his touch.
Juyeon nods, gripping Chanhee’s shoulders to keep himself upright, “God, yes please.”
Chanhee just smiles up at him, hand sliding more to the inner part of Juyeon’s thigh, gradually going higher, “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy and listen?”
The physical reaction he gets from the taller makes Chanhee quietly chuckle, feeling more than seeing the full body shudder that wracks Juyeon. Chanhee’s left hand slides up, pushing up the form fitting tank top to reveal his soft stomach, leaning in to mouth at the skin with wet, open kisses, at the same time the hand on his thigh finally slides up to cup him through his sweats, feeling the way he twitches underneath the touch. The grip on his shoulders tighten.
“You honestly don’t have to do a single thing, baby.” Chanhee continues in a whisper, watching the way goosebumps break out on Juyeon’s skin, palming him a little harder, feeling him get harder, “all you have to do is stand there and let me play with you. Would you like that?”
His answer comes in the form of a soft moan and a rapid nod, Juyeon going ahead and removing his shirt, allowing Chanhee more access to his torso. Chanhee starts using teeth, nipping at the sensitive skin of Juyeon’s belly teasingly, all the while his other hand slides down to grip his ass over his sweats, and Juyeon is slowly and barely grinding against his hand.
After Chanhee feels satisfied with the small red marks adorning Juyeon’s skin, his hands find their way to his waist band, fingers dipping in and tugging them down enough to free his cock, and Juyeon whines.
Chanhee wraps a hand around him in a loose grip, “So pretty,” he whispers, having to lean down a little so he can lap at the tip, feeling the way Juyeon practically jolts under the touch, “You’re so sensitive.” He grins, looking up at the taller.
Juyeon’s ears are red, mouth parted slightly as he looks down to meet his eyes, “Sorry.” he mutters, holding eye contact as Chanhee takes the head into his mouth for a moment, swirling his tongue in a way that has his hips twitching.
“It’s okay,” Chanhee hums as he pulls away, hand palming over the head as he does, “Just makes you more fun to play with.”
Juyeon’s response comes in a choked off moan as Chanhee wraps his lips around his cock, sinking down a little farther. He can’t go very far, his gag reflex is horrible, but his hand wraps around what he can’t reach, using excess spit to ease his strokes. He does this for a while, gently bobbing his head and swirling his tongue, drawing quiet moans out of the other, trying to keep his noises low.
Just as Chanhee can feel a slight ache in his jaw, Juyeon’s pushing on his shoulders, not hard, but enough to get him to lean back, wiping the spit from his lips as he looks up at the taller, “Something wrong?” He pants, and Juyeon shakes his head,
“I- I’m close- and you-” Juyeon doesn’t finish his sentence, closing his mouth and swallowing hard before speaking again, “Do I get to touch you?”
Chanhee smiles, “I never said you couldn’t.”
The hands on his shoulders tighten, then Chanhee is pushed a little harder, pushed to lay flat on the bed, and Juyeon’s eager. One of Juyeon’s hands on his thigh guides him to open his legs, and the taller easily settles between them as he presses their lips together again, open mouthed and messy. The hand slides up and up his thigh until it finds its way under Chanhee’s shirt, smoothing up and down his bare side, thumb brushing his nipple with every pass.
Then Juyeon rolls his hips, aligning their cocks in a way that has both of them breaking the kiss to gasp. Along the way Juyeon had kicked his pants off without Chanhee noticing, and even through his shorts he can feel Juyeon’s cock against him, making him let out a needy whine and the other quickly makes it his mission to get Chanhee’s clothes off. Juyeon pulls his shirt off with such neediness it makes Chanhee laugh, happy to let the other eagerly strip him with a matching smile.
Juyeon begins to kiss his neck, their fronts pressed together as they slowly grind against one another, and Chanhee wraps his arms around Juyeon, one smoothing up and down his back while the other grips at his hair, sighing at the feeling of Juyeon on top of him.
“Fuck, Juyeonie,” He breathes, “You’re excited, aren’t you?”
Juyeon nods, sitting up from his place at Chanhee’s collar bones to hold himself over him, palms on the mattress either side of Chanhee’s head. “Yeah, I…” He pants, stopping for a moment as Chanhee’s hands cup his face, “I’ve been wanting to do things like this for a while.”
“Oh yeah?” Chanhee hums, hooking his legs more firmly around Juyeon’s hips, keeping him close, “For how long? What do you want to do?”
“I- a couple of months.” Juyeon adverts his eyes, looking off to the side as he presses his lips to Chanhee’s palm, and pauses for a moment, “I want to fuck you.” He finally says, whiny, and there’s a hot feeling that settles in Chanhee’s gut.
“Yeah?” He breathes, moving his hands to grip Juyeon’s shoulders, “I want that too.”
Juyeon perks up a little, “Right now?”
It makes Chanhee laugh a little, shrugging, “If you brought lube with you, then yeah.”
Juyeon genuinely thinks about it for a moment, sitting back on his heels, “I think I do, actually.”
Chanhee sits up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow, “You brought lube with you for, what? A two day trip?”
“I forgot to unpack it last time!” Juyeon defends, standing from the bed so he can look through his bag, and Chanhee does not feel ashamed in the slightest to admit he was staring at Juyeon’s ass the whole time, until the taller turned to make his way back across the small room. Chanhee moves himself up on the bed, settling against the pillows with his legs fallen open, not missing the way Juyeon is looking him over, even as he fills his spot between Chanhee’s legs again, small bottle of lube in hand.
He spreads the lube on his fingers, and the other hand finally gives attention to Chanhee’s cock, making him whimper. Juyeon’s finger circles his hole and Chanhee closes his eyes, indulging in the feeling that he hasn’t had in a while, his own hands gripping tightly to one of Juyeon’s wrists, the other grabbing the bed sheets as a long finger enters him, the initial uncomfortable feeling that comes along with it fading away after a few moments.
“Okay?” Juyeon whispers, stroking him in a slow, loose grip, thrusting his finger in time with it, and Chanhee nods quickly,
“Yeah- just, god, keep doing that, okay?”
And Juyeon does, taking his sweet time in opening Chanhee up with two of his large fingers, until the latter is demanding for more, gripping his arms almost painfully.
“God, Juyeon-” Chanhee moans as his fingers are pulled out, close to begging as Juyeon lines his cock up with his hole, other hand settled on Chanhee’s hip, short nails digging into his skin as he pushes in. The both of them moan, Chanhee’s back arches as Juyeon keeps going, almost torturously slow, until he bottoms out and the two of them still.
Juyeon settles to hold Chanhee’s hips, giving him a moment to get used to him, and then Chanhee’s nodding, his hair is a mess.
“Come on, Juyeonie, be good for me.” Chanhee breathes, and Juyeon gives him a curt nod before pulling out about halfway and thrusting back in, eyes falling closed and mouth falling open at the feeling of Chanhee’s heat, starting to fuck him with slow, deep thrusts.
But then Chanhee suddenly reaches up to grip Juyeon’s hair, forcing him closer with a gasp, weakly bucking his hips, “ Please, just- I’ve waited so long for this- just fuck me. ”
Juyeon can barely nod due to the hold on his hair, and he keeps one hand on Chanhee’s hip while the other plants right next to his head, and immediately Chanhee grabs hold of his bicep, and he starts fucking into him faster.
Chanhee seems to have stopped caring about the fact that they’re in a hotel, moaning and rambling praises as Juyeon fucks into him, legs locked around his waist, pulling on his hair to guide him closer, whimpering a soft good boy, such a good boy in his ear that has Juyeon’s hips stuttering. The taller leaves sloppy kisses up and down the column of Chanhee’s neck, having half a mind to not leave any marks, but even that doesn't stop the fact that he knows his nails are leaving bruising indents in his pale skin.
Due to earlier, Juyeon is close, and Chanhee’s near constant muttering isn’t helping, neither is the nails clawing down his back, the sting making him feel things he can’t quite describe.
He can’t quite describe the feeling of seeing Chanhee like this, either. The only word that comes to his mind is gorgeous. Chanhee looks gorgeous laid under him, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, trying to stroke himself in time with Juyeon’s thrusts, precum leaking over his hand, looking even better than what he had been imagining.
Juyeon’s cuming before he knows it, still buried inside of Chanhee with no warning, and he would feel bad if it weren’t for the way that Chanhee moans, back arching as he cums too, over his hand and stomach, praises sounding unintelligible as Juyeon fucks them both through their orgasms.
Eventually the feeling starts to get overwhelming, evident in the way Chanhee is lightly hitting him on the shoulder, and Juyeon pulls out, collapsing on the bed next to him as they catch their breath, the room silent besides their panting.
And then Chanhee speaks up, starting with a dry laugh, “Oh my god, that was amazing.”
Juyeon looks over at him with a smile, Chanhee meeting his eyes, faces flushed, “Yeah, it was.” Juyeon then sits up, but Chanhee doesn’t move an inch, “Let me clean you up?”
Chanhee just nods in response, and Juyeon stands, finding his pants on the floor and putting them back on before making his way to the bathroom, retrieving a damp towel. He takes care in cleaning the other, wiping his stomach and the cum leaking out of him, getting his clothes for him as well, helping him get dressed again.
Their room has two beds, so they make their way to the clean bed, Chanhee immediately snuggling under the blankets as Juyeon takes the time to finally close the balcony door, laughing at Chanhee’s muttered oh god do you think a lot of people heard? He turns off some of the lights as well, sets their alarms, and finally gets in bed with his lover, who clings to him.
The lamp is already turned off, and Chanhee’s hand smooths up and down Juyeon’s bare chest, “I really enjoyed tonight, Juyeon.” He whispers.
“Me too.” Juyeon says through a yawn, mouth pressed against the crown of Chanhee’s head, “I think we should keep doing this.” he hums, and Chanhee chuckles, nodding.
“I love you.” Chanhee says quietly, pressing a kiss against Juyeon’s jaw, sighing at the arms around him tightening.
“I love you too.”