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Dongmin woke up this morning in cold sweat along with the feeling of a thousand pins prickling his skull. It hurts a little to breathe, and his throat feels stuffy yet hollow at the same time. His body is warm and weak, even trying to swallow plain water takes a ton of effort.
In short, he’s come down with a not-so-typical summertime cold. What kind of boyfriend would Donghyun be if he didn’t come over and nurse him back to health?
So here he is, standing in the middle of Dongmin’s entryway holding a small thermos of warm broth in one hand and a plastic pharmacy bag in the other, half filled with pills. It didn’t take long for him to arrive after he finished his part time job, he’d been so restless he’s sure Dongmin could almost feel it seep through the door before he even pressed in the passcode. He probably sensed it before that, too, through his voice on the phone no matter how hard he tried to sound normal.
“Dongmin-ah, I’m coming in,” he calls out to the empty living room, convinced his boyfriend is fast asleep judging from the turned-off lights. The stillness of the space would be unsettling if he didn’t know any better. Donghyun takes the next ten steps to the bedroom carefully without the lights’ help, having already memorised the layout of Dongmin’s apartment.
Two knocks on the door before the handle is turned and he’s met with a Dongmin who looks more like a bundle of blankets and pillows than the shape of a person. He studies his appearance as he pulls along Dongmin’s desk chair to sit on and places the things he brought on the nightstand. A fever patch is slapped against his forehead, more angled than properly stuck, with small strands of his bangs caught under it. His skin is less pale than usual and more flushed red from the neck up, and it’s warm where Donghyun caresses his cheek.
Donghyun’s fingers are colder than Dongmin’s skin at the moment, the sudden sensation makes his brows furrow in his sleep and he’ll probably be awake soon after. Donghyun’s heart stutters, didn’t mean to wake him so soon, but before he could whisper a short apology, he finds that he doesn’t feel that guilty. Not really, when Dongmin is looking at him as if in a daze after blinking repeatedly like he can’t trust the sight before him.
“Hey,” Donghyun initiates with a hand brushing back the strands of hair obstructing a part of his face, careful not to startle him. He gets a sigh in return, or it sounds more like a deliberate push of air out of Dongmin’s mouth.
His hand moves slowly from under the blankets to reach up and settle on Donghyun’s wrist. “You didn’t have to come,” he says, voice thick with sleep and hoarse from the fever.
“I wanted to. You don’t have to act all tough with me when you’re sick out of your head,” Donghyun says, his voice filled to the brim with worry even when he tries not to let it seep through. “I brought some soup if you’d like to have some,” he lets him know as Dongmin leans into his touch, humming in response as if to say ‘thank you’. Cute.
Even in this state, Donghyun can’t help but stare down every crevice of him. The sunset-like glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across his features, his cheeks washed with a lovely pink along with the tips of his ears. Just the right amount of cold sweat glistens on Dongmin’s skin, and he wants to lick it off just to taste. His lips look cracked and dehydrated, and Donghyun would gladly—even eagerly—wet them again with his own tongue if he was just given permission.
What the fuck.
He feels like a total pervert. Dongmin’s unguarded and vulnerable, yet he can’t deny that he’s still insanely attractive. Donghyun kind of wants to bite him, inappropriately. Guess that makes him sick too in its own way. The thoughts are as fleeting as singular ocean waves, just as much as they are repetitive like multiple waves no matter how hard he tries to stop them.
Dongmin moves to sit up then, the struggle clear as day in his unsteady motions. Donghyun snaps out of his fantasies and helps by pressing a hand on his back in case the movement alone is too much. Once he knows Dongmin is comfortably propped up against the headboard, Donghyun reaches for the thermos again, twists the cap off and carefully pours some broth into the lid. A breathy laugh makes its way into his ears as he does so.
He glances up to see Dongmin grinning in his direction. Donghyun subtly questions him with a quirk of his eyebrow, bringing the warm soup to Dongmin’s lips at the same time. “You’re fussing over me like you’re my grandma or something,” he points out, amused, then drinks out of the lid he was offered.
Donghyun makes a face at that, but decides to ignore the remark. “How are you feeling now?” The lid is back on the bottle when he asks, and he watches as Dongmin lets the soup go down. “Fine,” he simply replies at first, taking the fever patch off his forehead and letting his bangs fall. “Feeling better than earlier, at least. Think it’s ‘cause I slept well.” His words are still the slightest bit slurred, but Donghyun’s relieved to hear it clearer compared to this morning.
“I got you some flu pills from the pharmacy, in case you need them,” Donghyun says, nodding his head toward the small plastic bag on the bedside table. Dongmin only looks at it dismissively before telling him he already took some before his nap. Donghyun hums at that, then moves on to other things to talk about just to fill in the quiet.
In the middle of their conversation, Donghyun watches as Dongmin stretches his arms over his head, loosening his joints after hours of being cooped up between blankets. His hands lower back into his lap, and he fidgets with his fingers in the way he does when he wants something, but much too flustered to ask for it. Donghyun would know. He offers his silence to make way for Dongmin’s next words.
“Can you come here? It’s cold,” the offered silence breaks when Dongmin pipes up with his sudden request. A beat passes, then without any question, Donghyun’s immediate response is to move from the chair to sink his knees into the mattress. He lifts the blanket up to find his place under it, but he doesn’t need to try when Dongmin scoots further towards the wall to make space for him.
As soon as he slips under the sheets, Dongmin wastes no time to shift closer and curl up against Donghyun’s chest, long arms subtly squeezing around his waist as if he’ll disappear into thin air if he were to let go. Donghyun gives his head gentle strokes as he asks, “feel better?” He feels more than sees the nod of Dongmin’s head, soft dark hair tickling his neck and chin.
They lie in the dim quiet as Donghyun continues to soothingly rake his fingers against Dongmin’s scalp. The calmness eventually creeps up to Donghyun like it always does when they’re curled up in bed together without any other intentions, and he’s almost drifting off to sleep with Dongmin latched onto his torso.
He figures Dongmin doesn’t share the same thought, because Donghyun feels a sudden press of lips on his neck and it’s all it takes to wash away the earlier drowsiness. Then he feels another, and another, until Donghyun gets somewhat tingly from the feeling.
He pulls away from the contact, not out of discomfort, but to meet Dongmin’s gaze. Donghyun knows the implications behind his actions. The look in Dongmin’s eyes is something he’d recognise even if he was drunk, already witnessed it in the (not very far) past. Mixed emotions compete in his head, gears trying to operate yet getting jammed because Donghyun’s screws turn a lot looser than they usually are when Dongmin’s added into the equation.
“I’m… not that tired anymore,” Dongmin says in a tone dripping with something Donghyun can’t name without feeling too eager, recalling all his dirty thoughts from earlier. He sinks back into his original position in the pillow, hesitantly because he’s not sure if it’s really allowed. But then Dongmin’s gaze catches his again and the air conditioned room suddenly feels a couple degrees warmer.
As if on instinct, Donghyun’s eyes land on Dongmin’s lips like they’re his only target, but he only gets to lean in so close before a palm covers his mouth. The only barrier between them is Dongmin’s hand, and it’s a distance Donghyun so badly wants to close.
“You’ll catch my cold if you kiss me, stupid,” Dongmin says as if it isn’t obvious. As if the risks would be lower if they don’t kiss. As if the sole reason why they shouldn’t be doing what they’re both thinking about is because he’s worried Donghyun would fall sick too, and not because of his own current condition.
The hand planted against half his face barely has any strength—it wouldn’t take much effort to pry off. Even so, Donghyun doesn’t try to. Instead, he parts his lips just wide enough under Dongmin’s hand to slip his tongue out between his lips. Dongmin’s palm feels the wet warmth in an instant, and he’s clearly caught off guard, but he does nothing except watch in awe as Donghyun’s tongue presses through the gaps between his fingers.
Only when two of his fingers are coated in spit is his hand pulled away from Donghyun’s mouth by the wrist, suspended in the air, the layer of saliva making it feel chillier than the rest of him as the air dries it back off. “You started it,” he reminds him just to tease, and Dongmin has enough energy to roll his eyes at that. Donghyun giggles because he finds his boyfriend adorable when he’s a little ticked off if he’s not the one doing the taunting.
Dongmin couldn’t manage another word out before Donghyun gently grabs hold of his neck, tugging him only a tiny bit closer. “I’ll try not to catch it,” he whispers before closing the rest of the gap himself. Dongmin’s lips feel a little dry against his own, but Donghyun can’t care less as he licks into them tentatively. The choked noises he receives in return is more than enough to make up for it.
It starts with chastity, like it always does before it bubbles up into something more passionate. Dongmin’s fingers find soft curls and decide to tangle themselves into it, while Donghyun slips a hand past the hem of his shirt, feeling the warm skin there, the only audible sounds being the hum of the streets outside and their heavy breaths mixing together. Donghyun thinks his boyfriend’s tongue is the sweetest thing he’s tasted all day, and heat pools steadily in his gut when Dongmin’s teeth briefly catches his lower lip.
Without breaking apart, Dongmin wordlessly urges Donghyun to shift their positions by grabbing at his cardigan, and he follows with practised ease. Before either of them realise, Dongmin is laying on his back again, one of Donghyun’s knees planted on his side and the other finding its spot somewhere in the space between his legs like it belongs there.
They part while still leaving the shortest distance between them, warm breaths mingling in the remaining space. Dongmin’s gaze flits to Donghyun’s wet lips then back to his eyes again. “More,” he requests, and more Donghyun gives. When they find each other’s lips once more, it’s slower than before but still just as intoxicating. Their movements are clumsy and the kiss is everything besides calculated, but they move together in sync as if it were muscle memory.
The kisses continue to flow from Donghyun’s end even after they separate, down to Dongmin’s jaw then the column of his neck. Every press of his lips makes him feel warmer than he already is, restless, leaves him squirming and ticklish. He’d tighten the grip he has on Donghyun’s hair, but his lack of strength simply lets him tug when he feels a kiss somewhere against his collarbones.
Donghyun licks up his neck, savoring the taste of salty sweat on his tongue, and Dongmin responds with a whimper caught in his throat. He leaves a faint red bruise on his clavicle that will surely bloom in colour later, and plants a kiss on it before pulling away. He only takes the chance to admire Dongmin now, and the sight makes his heart clench in his chest. His lips shine under a layer of spit mixed with the lip balm Donghyun uses (Dongmin hates the feeling of lip balm, but coming from Donghyun’s lips, it becomes an exception), and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful.
“Hey,” Dongmin manages to choke out while Donghyun is busy raking his gaze over him, getting self-conscious from being the object of his attention. His eyes drift back to Dongmin’s own—teary and glistening with a layer of lust—to show that he’s listening well. “You gonna do everything for me when I’m like this?”
Donghyun pauses then, taking a moment to reconsider; he should be the one taking care of Dongmin, but it feels like he’s taking advantage of his boyfriend’s lack of vigour instead. If Dongmin’s condition worsens, he wouldn’t like to be the cause. “We don’t need to if you can’t—“ he attempts to offer the choice, but Dongmin cuts him off before he can finish and all speech dies instantly on his tongue.
“No—I want this. Anything, please,” his voice comes out raspy and desperate, and Donghyun can’t find it in himself to make the rational decision when he feels something solid against his thigh. The contact makes Dongmin shiver with a gasp, his arms suddenly tightening around Donghyun’s neck.
He sighs in resignation, tired of pretending he doesn’t want to undress Dongmin and himself, and says “okay” with a shuddering breath, because there’s no option other than to agree when Dongmin is being needy and pleading for more of him.
“Can you lift up a little?” Donghyun asks with a hand against Dongmin’s ribs. He nods, feverish in both mind and body, raising his arms to let Donghyun strip his shirt off and discard them somewhere beside the bed. If the cold air affects him, Donghyun doesn’t notice because of how rushed Dongmin’s next movements are. “Off,” he demands like it’s the only word he can manage, already shoving the offensive piece of knitwear past Donghyun’s shoulders. For a sick person, his enthusiasm definitely seems to be free of bounds. Donghyun finds it endearing all the same.
He lets Dongmin peel the cardigan off of him while he steals a few kisses from his boyfriend here and there in the meantime. One on his cheek, another on his temple, an eyelid, his nose, anywhere he can reach. “Mm, stop. It tickles,” Dongmin complains, his hands busy fumbling with the hem of Donghyun’s shirt with much difficulty considering their current position. He breathes out a chuckle, enamoured, before gently prying Dongmin’s hands away from that area and guiding them up to sandwich his head instead. That leaves the boy beneath him plenty displeased.
“You’re rushing, hyung,” Donghyun simply points out in his usual mellow tone when Dongmin looks up at him as if he was personally insulted. As much as he wants to touch Dongmin the way he’s basically begging to be touched (even if not verbally), Donghyun still needs to keep their pace in mind so he doesn’t get overwhelmed by the end of it. Dongmin’s more out of his regular headspace than Donghyun thought—being reckless is out of the question.
“…shut up,” Dongmin says, visibly flustered by the honorific. At the next second, he pinches Donghyun’s ears and pulls them slightly with the hands that were forced to be put within reach, earning him a wince and a pained grunt. Above being sick, he’s still himself. Dongmin smirks in satisfaction as he lets go, leaving him the sight of Donghyun pouting at him with reddened ears.
“That hurt a little,” Donghyun complains with his bottom lip slightly jutted out, and Dongmin scoffs at that. “I didn’t even pinch that hard,” he says, and it’s true because the fever still has an effect on his muscles. But his hand moves to release themselves from Donghyun’s grip anyway and reach toward his ear, rubbing it gently between his thumb and index. Donghyun can’t help but indulge in the tenderness of it for a little while.
The smirk is wiped off quickly when Donghyun dips down to capture Dongmin’s lips for the nth time this evening, this time rougher with the intent to kiss his lips until they go numb. Dongmin’s hips jolt up involuntarily against Donghyun’s knee, chasing the relief he’s been seeking since the minute he started all this. The added pressure elicits a pitchy moan out of his lungs, knocking the winds out of them at the same time. Donghyun takes it as an invitation to grind his own hips down against Dongmin’s thigh. The filthy sounds spilling between them from the stimulation has their heads reeling.
Donghyun’s hand finds Dongmin’s somewhere amidst the kisses and heavy breathing, intertwining his fingers with his own just to have something to hold on to. He’s so pent up to the point where he swears his dick is about to peek out of his waistband. Not like Dongmin’s any better, but he’ll take care of him soon anyway.
When he pulls away, Dongmin’s bottom lip is bruised and bitten red, and Donghyun’s sure he’s in a somewhat similar state if the way Dongmin’s eyes are locked onto his mouth is anything to go by. He brings their clasped hands to his lips to press a kiss on Dongmin’s knuckles, taking in the way he looks at him all flushed and starry-eyed.
Unfortunately, the moment doesn’t occupy his full attention when he can feel his hard-on practically begging to be released. He can tell Dongmin’s getting impatient, too. Donghyun reaches for the hamstrings of Dongmin’s sweatpants to untie them, then hooks his fingers on the waistband to pull them off.
“Let me take these off for you, hm?” Donghyun gestures vaguely towards Dongmin’s boxers and waits for the eager nod he already knew is coming. The second he starts removing the piece of clothing, Dongmin’s dick basically springs up, pearls of precum beading at the tip. Donghyun doesn’t even bother to finish stripping Dongmin’s pants off his legs before laving his tongue over the slit just to get a taste, and the added sensitivity from the feverish haze makes Dongmin shudder all over.
With Dongmin laid fully bare, Donghyun can noticibly feel the heat radiating off his body on his own skin. He’s sweating so much Donghyun thinks there’ll be an imprint in the shape of Dongmin on the bedsheets, and all they’ve done is a little bit (a lot) of kissing and licking. Donghyun’s hands wander around Dongmin’s hips all the way down to his thighs to pull them further apart, and he’s met with the sight of his tight hole waiting to be loosened. Dongmin peeks through an arm over his half-lidded eyes, overly warm skin buzzing with anticipation.
“You okay so far?” Donghyun asks just to make sure, because the skin under his palms is so much warmer than his that he’s worried about taking things too fast. But then, Dongmin responds in such a manner that turns all his senses and thoughts into mush.
“Just fucking touch me already, Donghyun-ah,” a voice so low in volume that Donghyun wouldn’t have heard it if the room was any louder, accompanied by a crack heard in between.
Dongmin’s waited long enough. It’s about time Donghyun gives him what he’s been waiting for.
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Things weren’t supposed to escalate this much.
Dongmin knows having sex isn’t a good idea when he’s sick. So many things could go wrong. Donghyun could get infected (he definitely will since they were basically eating each other’s faces), his own condition will most likely get worse, and he might even pass out from exerting himself more than he should. The pills didn’t even do so much as help him feel better, but just served more as a placebo.
But inhaling Donghyun’s natural scent infused with whatever detergent he uses, engulfed in his warmth, senses all fuzzy and full of just Donghyun Donghyun Donghyun; Dongmin can’t help but feel like he needs.
Needs Donghyun’s slender fingers around him, Donghyun’s blunt teeth on his skin, Donghyun’s hair in his hold. Donghyun’s anything to be his at this moment in time and forever if he wants to be greedy. Right now, Dongmin’s greed is telling him he needs Donghyun’s dick inside him or he’ll seriously burst into real tears.
“Bottom drawer,” Dongmin breathily croaks out, pointing weakly to the bedside table, or at least where he remembers the bedside table is because he isn’t really seeing anything else besides the backs of his own eyelids. He feels Donghyun lift himself off the bed, then hears the sound of the drawer opening and closing back up. Dongmin doesn’t even have the chance to miss his warmth when Donghyun returns to his previous position almost immediately.
The sound of the bottle lid being snapped open fills the ambient silence of the room. Dongmin moves his arm to brush his bangs back to see Donghyun squeeze out more of the lube than usual, eyes fixed on the cool gel warming up on his fingers. The lid is snapped shut and put aside somewhere on the floor, then Donghyun’s eyes trail back to meet Dongmin’s own as if to gauge out a reaction.
With minimal hesitation, he reaches down to slowly push his middle finger in, and the insertion makes Dongmin gasp with pent up relief.
Dongmin latches his teeth onto his finger to try pacify whatever noises are threatening to escape his throat. A shuddering breath escapes through his nostrils every time Donghyun’s finger moves inside him. His attempt at muffling his own noises becomes futile the moment Donghyun decides to add a ring finger into his hole, and Dongmin inevitably lets out a loud moan into the space between them. The hand that isn’t lodged between his teeth goes to his own hair, disheveling it more with every pump of Donghyun’s fingers.
It feels good. Too good. Dongmin’s feverish body doesn’t know how to handle it.
“Dongmin-ah, look at me,” Donghyun says with an alarmed tone of voice, and it’s only then Dongmin realises too late that his vision is blurred by hot tears pooling over. He frantically tries to wipe them away, but they keep flowing out like water through drain pipes in the rain. His breathing grows ragged and hot, until he almost chokes on his own sobs.
“Sorry, I don’t— just keep going,” Dongmin urges, sniffling, and he’s so embarrassed he wants to curl in on himself. He feels Donghyun pull out, and it would cost him his pride if he were to beg Donghyun to put his fingers inside him again.
The next thing he knows, Donghyun is leaning back into his space, kissing and licking the tears off his face like some sort of dog. Dongmin would be mortified if it weren’t for how Donghyun kisses his mouth right after, giving him a taste of salt melting into sweetness.
“Better?” Donghyun asks, tender in his touch as he strokes Dongmin’s hair with his clean hand, and it makes him feel like crying all over again. He gives Donghyun a small nod even with his eyes still shiny with tears, then earns a short peck on his lips just for doing so. Among everything they’ve done this evening, Dongmin thinks none of them even comes close to being as intimate as this.
Dongmin thinks again, that Donghyun is gentle with a lot of things. Dongmin knows. People, animals, even plants. He’s gentle in the way he speaks, how he takes care of his pets, the way he loves the people he holds dear. It dawns on Dongmin all over again that he is no exception, and it claws on his chest just like it did the first time Donghyun ever kissed him with the most careful of touches as if he’d break.
“Tell me if it gets too much,” Donghyun says softly, pulling a condom on and lining himself up with Dongmin. He belatedly notices Donghyun’s pants already being off, probably left somewhere on the edge of the bed. Dongmin can’t care to look for it when he feels the tip of Donghyun’s dick rub against the sensitive rim of his hole.
“Please… won’t last long,” is the last sentence Dongmin utters before Donghyun slowly slides himself into him, and it’s with so much care that it almost hurts. Donghyun starts with slow thrusts, letting Dongmin get used to the feeling of him before he picks up the pace. Every push of his hips makes Dongmin clench just to feel him inside. He isn’t exactly being slow, but he’s not being rough, either. God, never rough.
The entire room feels humid with their sweat and hot breaths and the noises they make in the heat of the moment. Dongmin sees stars every time he blinks his tears away, and Donghyun tries to keep his eyes on the beautiful sight beneath him. The familiar rush of heat comes too soon, Dongmin doesn’t even have the chance to get a word out before he’s driven to completion.
Dongmin’s orgasm hits in spurts of white warmth without any warning, coming untouched and spilling all across his chest and abdomen. The sight of it is enough to push Donghyun over the edge of his own release, filling up the thin piece of rubber acting as the only barrier keeping them apart. Donghyun doesn’t stop moving even through the aftershocks of it all, and it takes all of the energy Dongmin can muster to hit his forearm, wordlessly conveying his discomfort.
He winces a little as Donghyun pulls out, hearing a mumbled apology come out of his lips in the most timid manner. All he can do is watch as his boyfriend takes off his shirt to wipe himself off, then proceed to do the same with his soiled torso. He’s careful so as to not set off Dongmin’s nerves, still recovering from the post-sex sensitivity. Dongmin can’t help but reach out to comb his fingers through the other’s hair, just to anchor himself back to reality. Donghyun smiles at him in the same sweet way he always does, the same way that never fails to pull at his heartstrings.
Donghyun pulls the covers over both of them once he’s done tidying them up and replacing their soiled underwear with whatever else he found in the closet, and Dongmin doesn’t know why he feels his chest tighten when his own lover tucks himself under his chin and holds his warm body tight beneath the sheets.
Dongmin tends to drown in his own feelings once his libido tires itself out, and all sorts of emotions come crashing on him like tidal waves after the initial exhaustion.
“I love you,” he tells Donghyun, even with a scratchy voice, just because he feels it so much it’s uncontainable. “I love you so much,” he tells him again, with a kiss to the crown of his head this time, because he deserves to know that Dongmin loves him so much more than he normally says it. He feels Donghyun shift under him, and it’s a little uncomfortable when their bodies are still sticky with cold sweat, but Dongmin wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
“Love you so much, too,” Donghyun murmurs back, but it only gets trapped between the heat of their bodies when Dongmin’s breathing starts to even out, and fatigue overtakes him faster than Donghyun can tell him how much he loves him back.
And when they both wake up later that evening, with Donghyun feeling sluggish and a stuffy nose obstructing his breathing, it’ll be Dongmin’s turn to take care of him, properly this time.