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Suho has been nagging Sieun to spend a day with him for the better part of the year. Sieun finally landed an internship at a private vet clinic just outside of Seoul, and he's been working non-stop. Suho knows he loves the job, obviously, he can't imagine Sieun would put himself through studying in the field for 8 years just to hate it – he just wishes Sieun would take a break. Sieun told him internships are very demanding, he would have to be at the top of his game to make a good impression and be able to move into full-time practice.
It's a whirlwind of emotions for Suho, watching Sieun tackle such an important milestone in his life. He notices his tired eyes when he gets home. The headaches, the tossing and turning when they're in bed – but he also sees the way his eyes light up when he gets to share what happened during his day with Suho. How his pitch raises slightly and he talks a little more animated than usual about his new patients.
Once, Sieun showed him a picture of a snake (a ring-necked snake, he remembers Sieun clarifying), it was tiny and utterly harmless, squirming around in Sieun's hand. He tried his best to hide the fear that overtook him in the moment, but Sieun caught on and chuckled, assuring him that he's not going to be eaten by snakes while he's at work. Suho didn't entirely believe it yet, but he tried to trust Sieun's judgement.
Sieun is in the other room, talking on the phone. Suho assumes it has something to do with the clinic. He keeps his attention fixed on the TV, sinking deeper into the couch. It takes a few minutes before Sieun walks back into the living room, hair still damp from their shower earlier, sits on the couch and snuggles back into Suho's side.
“What was that about?” Suho speaks up, intrigued. Normally Sieun would have already told him, but he didn't.
Sieun looks up at him, holding back a smile.
“I'm taking a day off tomorrow.”
Suho whips his head down at Sieun.
“Wait—really? You're serious?”
Sieun nods, letting a small smile take over his face. He turns his head back to the TV.
“What did you tell them?” Suho continues, “That you're having terrible Ahn Suho withdrawals?”
“I told them you're bedridden and I need to take care of you.”
Suho smacks Sieun's arm with the hand he has wrapped over his shoulder.
“How dare you lie on my name like that!” Suho exclaims, still unable to hide the smile plastered on his face.
He realizes they must know about him at the clinic then, for Sieun to casually use him as an excuse. He smiles even bigger at the thought of Sieun telling the others about him. Someone so private yet he can't help but mention Suho.
“Did you want to wait another 4 months for me to take a break?” Sieun asks.
“No,” Suho answers immediately. Even if Sieun finished his internship 3 days from now he would still leap at the opportunity, “I'm a terrible influence.” he leans his head on Sieun's affectionately.
“No. You're not.” Sieun corrects. Suho is a great influence, more than Sieun could ever put into words. Even if he's joking, he needs to reassure himself that Suho knows the truth. He takes Suho's hand in his and fidgets with the silver ring that matches his own. He remembers how Suho had bought the matching set a year after he woke up from his coma, a full year of rehab with Sieun by his side, every step of the way. Suho kissed him for the first time that night. The memory makes Sieun's heart swell in his chest and his breathing grows unsteady, like he's relearning how to take air into his lungs. It's been over 8 years yet it simultaneously feels like it just happened yesterday and a millennia ago – like they were tethered to each other long before they were even born.
Suho squeezes him impossibly closer to his chest, taking in the scent of his shampoo. He smells like coconut, fresh laundry and home. Sieun brings his arm over Suho's stomach and hugs at his waist. He doesn't need to dwell on the past anymore. Suho is here, alive, healthy, holding him, and they get to spend the next day lazing around as much as they want. He couldn't have asked for a better life.
“How do you know I wasn't planning on hanging out with Yeongi tomorrow?” Suho asks through a yawn.
“If you were, I'd expect you to text her that you're busy and can't make it.” Sieun shuffles to make himself comfortable, lifting his bare legs up over Suho's lap.
“Fair point,” Suho chuckles, bringing a hand up to play with Sieun's hair, the other one moving to rest on his thigh, “She's been asking about you, though. The guys have too. We should all go out for dinner one of these days.”
Sieun gives him a positive hum, nodding his head slightly. He'll definitely consider it soon, but he needs a full day to recharge his Ahn Suho battery first. He owes it to himself to be as selfish as possible with Suho's time.
The sun intrudes into their bedroom in streaks through the curtains. Sieun's head is laying on Suho's chest, arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. The sunlight shines on his face and he grimaces, reluctantly letting go to face the other side of the room. The movement stirs Suho awake and he instinctively turns and wraps an arm around Sieun's waist, pulling him closer.
“Where are you going, hm? It's your day off, remember? You have to stay and take care of me, baby.” Suho pries groggily. His low voice reverberating against the back of Sieun's neck sends shivers down his spine.
“The sun was hitting my face. I'm not planning my great escape.” Sieun mumbles, nearly half asleep again.
“Good.” Suho chuckles, low and raspy. He traces shapes over Sieun's tummy through his shirt.
Sieun is lulled back to sleep with Suho's touch. The feeling of their legs intertwining, Suho's chest against his back, the soft trace of Suho's fingers against his stomach. They travel from the surface of his skin down into his soul, serving as a reminder that Suho is there. Suho merely existing is his greatest tranquilizer.
On the other hand, Suho is growing restless. Normally he would be more than content with sleeping in with Sieun, he's just so excited. They have a full day to themselves for the first time in ages. He needs to be awake for it. He doesn't mean to get antsy, he knows better than anyone that Sieun has been exhausted and deserves a good rest – but the next moment he's turning Sieun around to face him, bringing them chest to chest, faces mere inches away from each other. Sieun looks at him with tired eyes, eyebags prominent, yet the fondness he feels sneaks through. He doesn't smile with his lips, but his eyes squint in a way that Suho can tell he's at least mildly amused by him.
Then Suho kisses him. He meant for it to be short and sweet, only a peck, just to satiate the craving he had for Sieun's lips and he would let him go back to sleep. As Sieun brings his hand up to pull him in, resting it on the back of his head – Suho's self control crumbles. He refuses to break away, maneuvering himself on top of Sieun, using both hands to prop himself up and not crush the smaller man. He snakes one of his hands down the side of Sieun's torso, brushing past his waistband to run his thumb over his hip bone. His touch is feather-light in contrast with the way his lips battled with Sieun's, with just enough give for Sieun to push him away if he wanted to.
Sieun eventually pushes him away with a hand on his chest, panting.
“I'm supposed to be taking care of you today, remember?” Sieun's voice is hoarse as he attempts to catch his breath. It comes out barely a whisper.
Suho catches on and lowers his head, hiding his open mouth smile. His tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek, a tic he's had since they were teenagers. Sieun can tell he's getting under his skin and he relishes in it. He pushes Suho back onto his side of the bed, only to turn around and get up.
“Yah!” Suho furrows his eyebrows, laughing.
Sieun doesn't even turn back to face him, immediately going for the door and waddling his way to the kitchen. It only serves to rile Suho up even more as he gets up and chases after him.
Sieun reaches for the cabinet before Suho keeps it shut with his hand from behind him, pressing his body against Sieun's. He feels Suho's erection poking his lower back and tries to keep his composure, forcing his eyes shut. Yeon Sieun is truly the world's strongest soldier.
“Sieun-ah.. You're kidding, right?” Suho slides his hand down from the cabinet to wrap both arms around Sieun's waist, “How can you say something like that and then leave me high and dry?”
“Patience, Suho.” Sieun answers through gritted teeth, hands gripping the counter. He's also trying to convince himself, knowing that if he gives in they'll hardly leave that bedroom again within the next 24 hours. It's tempting, but he wants to seize the day to its fullest.
Suho groans and backs away from him until his lower back hits the cold marbled island behind him. He watches as Sieun reaches back up to the cabinet and grabs a box of cereal. He moves over to the fridge to grab the milk. He can feel a pair of eyes searing into his back.
“Are you just gonna stand there like a child?” Sieun asks.
Suho pouts. Even though Sieun can't see it, it's apparent in his voice. “I'm not hungry.”
“Liar. You're always hungry.”
“Maybe for you.” Suho replies, walking back towards Sieun and returning his arms around his waist.
Sieun sighs, obnoxiously loud and long. Suho laughs and leaves a peck at the nape of his neck before he moves to grab two bowls for them.
They sit down side by side to eat, chairs scooted closer so Suho can keep a hand somewhere on Sieun's body. It was a ritual when they had breakfast, this time he settled with a hand at the top of Sieun's thigh.
Suho sets his spoon down and looks over at Sieun's bed head. His usually silk straight bangs are all fluffed up, with a few rogue strands sticking up. Careful not to disturb him, he reaches his hand up from his thigh to straighten them out for him, craning his head over the table to look at him properly. Sieun would never admit it, but he melts at the gesture. He loves how much Suho has always fussed over him, whether it's to fix his hoodie, straighten out his shirt, grab a piece of hair or lint off of his clothes. It makes him feel special and seen in a way that other, more grand gestures didn't. Suho pretends he doesn't notice Sieun's ears turn red, keeping it as his own personal secret. Once he's done, he beams triumphantly and returns his hand to Sieun's thigh, massaging his skin with his thumb through the fabric of his pajama shorts.
The silence is comfortable, silken smooth between them. Today, however, Suho decides to cut through it.
“Have you made any friends at the clinic, Sieun-ah?”
Sieun scrapes his spoon against the bottom of his bowl, thinking. “Yubin is nice. I've been shadowing most of her practices.”
He debates internally whether he should bring up how she asks about Suho whenever she gets the chance.
“Sieun-ssi! Who is that?” Yubin beamed as she looked over Sieun's shoulder at his phone, her eyebrows disappearing into her long, thick bangs. His lock screen was a picture of him and Suho holding hands, the Han River visible behind them, lit up with the florescent lights of the Banpo Bridge. Suho convinced him to take it when they went on their first official date together. He hasn't changed it since.
“Nobody.” Sieun turned his screen off and buried the phone back into his pocket, turning his head away.
“Oh come on, don't be like that! We're friends right? I wanna know!” Yubin kneeled down in front of him, bringing her hands up together, pleading. “I can keep it a secret! I'll let you take over all my patients for the week!”
Sieun was almost swayed by that, his eyes widening slightly. He chose to tell her despite it, though.
“His name is Ahn Suho. H—He’s my boyfriend.” Sieun muttered out. His cheeks flushed as he looked everywhere but at Yubin.
Yubin’s mouth formed into a small ‘o’, and then she smiled her big tooth-y smile, raising her arms in a pretend hug, mindful of Sieun's personal space.
“Waahh… He must be a great guy…” Yubin said, her smile still not leaving her face. “If he ever messes with you though, I'll show him!” She brought her fist up to the side of her face, mimicking a punch.
Sieun smiled. She doesn't even know half of it.
Now Sieun feels a little guilty for making her believe Suho is actually sick. He thinks about making it up to her by letting her join them and the rest of their friends for dinner.
Suho tilts his head expectantly, sensing that Sieun has more to say than he's letting on. Sieun's facade dissolves ever so slightly.
“She asks about you sometimes.” Sieun blurts out.
Suho's eyes light up at the confession, the same triumphant smile returning to his face.
“Baby…” He coos, holding Sieun's face in his hands. “You told her about me?” Of course he already realized that, but Sieun basically admitting it twice is a whole new victory for him.
“I didn't say that.” Sieun keeps a straight face.
“Oh really? How would she know who I am then?”
Sieun refuses to relent. “Maybe she's psychic. I don't know her life.”
Suho doubles over and laughs, hands still on Sieun's face. “You're ridiculous. God, I love you.” He straightens his back again to lean in and plant a quick kiss on Sieun's lips. Sieun returns the kiss immediately. Suho basks in the afterglow for a few seconds, admiring the surprise on Sieun's face. He looks back at their bowls and realizes Sieun has finished his cereal, which gives him the cue to get up and drag Sieun along with a hand around his forearm.
“Time for your morning stretches, baby. C'mon.”
Sieun exhales from his nose, laced with faint annoyance. Suho had implemented it into their semi-regular routine since they first moved in together. He understands it's good for him, and frankly Suho could drag him into doing just about anything (as long as he calls him ‘baby’), he just wishes it wasn't so painful.
Suho grabs both of his hands as they stand in the middle of the living room, taking a few steps behind him before bowing to a 90 degree angle, pulling Sieun down with little force so he does the same. The stretch burns into the muscles in his arms and back, making him wince. Suho thinks Sieun would learn by now to fix his horrendous posture.
“Just a few more seconds…” Suho pulls him a little lower and Sieun yelps, letting go of Suho's hands and straightening his back again, bringing a hand up to clutch his lower back.
“Yah, I didn't say it was over!” Suho protests, though he's careful not to yell. “I already told you to stop hunching your shoulders, baby. It's only making it worse.”
Sieun looks back at him pathetically. He knows he's right, but it's a lot easier said than done. He's gotten used to standing that way for too long. Sometimes he catches himself and tries to fix it, but it's pointless as he ends up doing the same thing mere hours later.
Suho stretches his arms up over his head, instructing Sieun to do the same, which he does reluctantly. Sieun's eyebrows creased with a mix of concern and pain, a small frown donning his slightly parted lips. Suho sways his torso to the side, waiting for Sieun to follow suit. He watches Sieun's pained expression deepen into his features even more. Suho almost feels bad enough to stop. Almost.
“You know I feel bad if you keep looking at me all sad.”
Sieun nearly topples over as he tries to copy Suho's stretch. “That's the point.” He mumbles, trying to sound angry. His tone has no punch to it though. Suho lets out a small laugh as he stretches his torso towards the opposite side. Sieun does the same, puffing his cheeks out slightly. They keep the position for a few more seconds before Suho straightens out again.
They continue the rest of their stretches in relative silence, occasionally broken by Sieun whimpering in pain and Suho shushing him reassuringly. Sieun would never admit it, but he may have played up the pain a tad to get Suho to keep talking him through it.
In the end, they're sitting cross legged on the living room floor. Suho scoots closer to Sieun, bumping their knees together. He mumbles a small “Sorry”, stroking Sieun's cheek softly. Sieun melts into his touch, hooking a hand on the inside of Suho's elbow. Suho leans in to plant a kiss on his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek, then his jaw. Everywhere but Sieun's lips. Sieun looks at him with pleading eyes. Suho knows what he wants, but keeps playing dumb.
Until Sieun speaks up. “Suho-ya…” It's barely audible, only meant for Suho's ears, not daring to echo against the vast walls of the apartment.
“Hm?” Suho responds with the same softness.
“I want a kiss.”
Suho keeps trailing kisses along the side of his face. “But I'm already kissing you.”
Sieun lets a small whine escape from the back of his throat, tightening his grip on Suho's arm. Suho pulls back to look at him properly again, giving Sieun the opportunity to pull him back in by his arm, finally connecting their lips. Suho laughs through it.
“So impatient.” Suho says as he pulls away. “I was still gonna kiss you."
Suho shivers slightly as they walk side by side along their street. Sieun proposed they go on a nice morning walk, it's been a while since they've gotten to go out without it being nearly pitch black outside. It's not quite winter yet, though the temperature has dropped significantly. The sky is clear though, making it nice and sunny. The sunlight reflects on the morning dew. Sieun has learned to appreciate the beauty in nature. Spending most of his day inside a vet clinic with bright led lights has made him yearn for days like these.
Suho gets an idea as he looks down at his hands inside his jacket pockets, and then at Sieun's inside his as well. He takes one hand out and stretches it out towards Sieun's pocket, wiggling his hand in to hold Sieun's. Sieun's cold hand makes him wince slightly, but he tries to hide it.
Sieun is sucked out of his trance, looking down at the outline of their hands in his pocket. “You're warm.” He states.
“It doesn't feel like it. How are you not shivering?” Suho questions. His jaw is clenched tightly as he braces through the cold.
“I'm wearing three layers. You're wearing your sweatshirt and a jacket.”
“Your hands are freezing though.”
Sieun looks up at him. It's not the first time Suho points out how cold his hands are, but he wouldn't notice if not for Suho saying something. He thinks the contrast between their hands is nice. Suho's hands are big and warm, engulfing his smaller, cold ones. It's like the sun reflecting on the morning dew.
The streets are empty, perfectly cozy for the two men. They end up walking to the equally desolate park a few blocks down. They spot a few people scattered about, but it's nice and quiet.
The two are walking through the dirt path, hands still joined inside Sieun's jacket. Sieun is noticeably skittish whenever they pass other people.
“You okay?” Suho questions.
Sieun feels the guilt of lying weigh on him as he scans the park for any familiar faces. He doubts any of the other staff live near them, but that doesn't help his anxiety as much as it should. “Yeah. I'm fine.”
Suho narrows his eyes. He hates when Sieun lies like that. “Do you feel bad about telling them I'm sick?” He guesses.
Sieun nods.
Suho forgets they're currently attached at the hip, walking through the park. “You’re not the one who's ‘sick’. Maybe you're going out to get medicine for me like the brave doctor you are.”
“You're with me, idiot.”
“It's not like they know what I look like.”
Sieun's ears turn red. Suho notices how he avoids his gaze like his life depends on it.
“Right?” Suho asks. Sieun doesn't answer, squeezing his lips shut. His silence rings in Suho's ears.
Suho screeches to a halt, causing Sieun to double back.
“Oh my god.” Suho is in awe. Sieun showed him off. He feels like he just won the lottery. He could literally squeal.
Sieun shakes his head, like he's trying to shake Suho's gaze away from him. Suho grabs his face with both hands and squeezes his cheeks together gently. He already knows Sieun doesn't keep him like some dirty secret, but Suho's heart can never fully recover from it. He knows Sieun's secrecy doesn't come from shame, it comes from protectiveness. He was never used to people being interested in his life (let alone the most important part of it). The fact that Sieun can't help but inadvertently bring him up in his absence despite it still melts all his insides into a gooey mess to this day. And to share pictures of him? With other people? God could strike him down right now and he'd die a happy man. He has to resist the urge to tackle Sieun to the ground and kiss him.
“Can we go home now?” Sieun mumbles, still looking away. He shrugs Suho's hands off of his face.
Suho chuckles. “Okay loverboy.”
Sieun shoots him a look – a warning. “Don't.”
Suho's chuckle turns into a full blown laugh. He turns his body in the opposite direction, but he can't help teasing Sieun a little more. “Were they good pictures atleas—”
Sieun pushes him forward with a hand flat on the middle of his back. “Go.”
They've been laying on the couch for hours now. Sieun demanded they finish the show they've been trying to get through for weeks, and Suho physically couldn't bring himself to argue. Sieun plans the day, that's the rule he's compartmentalized in his head. It's his day, he takes the reins. Suho can handle that. He thinks Sieun's tendency to over plan things as mundane as watching a show on their couch is very endearing.
What he's not sure about, however, is if grinding against him as they're spooning is part of his plan.
It started off perfectly innocent. Sieun's body jolted back at a jumpscare on the TV, pressing his body impossibly close to Suho's. If they were squeezed any closer their bodies would be fused together. Suho immediately notices how Sieun's ass is pressed tightly against his groin. He squeezes his eyes shut momentarily and tries not to think about it…
Until Sieun starts ‘readjusting’ himself every few minutes, rolling his hips against Suho every single time. He can definitely feel how hard Suho is now, he knows Sieun can't be that oblivious.
Sieun hikes his body up against the couch again, his hips rolling back before Suho brings his hand up to stop them. The credits have started rolling on the TV, leaving Sieun with no plausible deniability.
“I’m not playing this game again, Sieun.” Suho breathes down his neck. He lifts his body off the couch with one arm and turns Sieun onto his back with the other. The action immediately makes Sieun weak at the knees.
The words struggle to make it out of his mouth. “I'm not playing either.” It comes out plain, forced, in an attempt to hide his barely concealed lust.
Suho leans down to pepper kisses down the side of Sieun's neck and down his chest until he reaches the top of his collarbone. Each kiss is like an electric shock to Sieun's nervous system.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” Suho asks, rhetorically. Sieun doesn't have the chance to quip back before Suho bites down on the skin, making Sieun arch his back and let out a whine.
Sieun wraps his legs around Suho's hips instinctively, giving Suho the opening to grind down on him. The friction between them makes both men moan.
Sieun has started mumbling incoherently. If he focused, Suho could probably make out faint murmurs of his name along with ‘please’.
Suho has successfully turned Sieun's brain off. He keeps grinding against Sieun. He can feel Sieun's cock barely restrained in his shorts, frictioning against his own. He keeps chasing the feeling over and over, head buried in Sieun's neck, moaning against his skin. Sieun wraps his arms around Suho's broad shoulders clumsily, eyes blurred with tears, mouth hanging open slightly as he whines. His nails dig into the fabric of Suho's shirt, scratching along the expanse of his wide back. He might actually cum just from Suho grinding on him while they're fully clothed.
He notices the feeling start to hit him. The sparks going off in his head, the tight coil in his stomach, the oversensitivity in his crotch as Suho keeps practically humping him. He tries to push Suho off, his whimpers trailing off into urgent ‘ahh’s. Suho's head immediately whips up, his hips ceasing all movement.
“I was about to… I didn't wanna… I need you…” Sieun babbles, panting.
Suho blinks at him for a moment before he understands and lowers his head back down, snaking his hands under Sieun's lower back and pulling him up.
“Hold on tight.” Suho lifts him off the couch with relative ease, though his hands are shaking. He walks them to their bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot.
When Sieun's back hits the bed his brain returns to reality for a split second.
Suho crawls up the bed on top of Sieun before the smaller man stops him by speaking. “Wait. I wanted to d—do something different.”
Suho is breathless. He tilts his head, waiting for Sieun to continue. Sieun has always preferred to stick to what he's used to in bed. Suho would do anything Sieun wants to do. He trusts that he could be swayed just because it's Sieun.
“You know how I said I was supposed to take care of you today…?” Sieun trails off nervously. The intimacy of the moment makes it nearly impossible for him to look Suho in the eye. He probably should've discussed this when they weren't both horny.
Suho nods softly. His mind is racing. He's trying to be patient with Sieun but he's making that impossible. His hand tightens around the bedsheets, fidgeting with the linen.
Sieun takes a deep breath and blurts it out before he can think twice about it. “I want to ride you.”
Suho freezes. Stops breathing, in fact. His entire body might've just shut down on command. He blinks once, twice, a few more times in rapid succession.
“Suho…?” Sieun starts hesitating.
Suho snaps back to reality.
“Are you sure about this? We can stop whenever you want. Or we can switch positions.” Suho checks in with him, his eyes flickering between Sieun's rapidly. He's trying to be as normal about this as possible.
Sieun nods. Suho plants a quick kiss on his lips before sitting up to take off his clothes. Sieun watches as he lifts his shirt over his head, his Adam's apple bobbing as he scans over Suho's body. Time hasn't dampened the fire Suho lights inside of him in the slightest. He wishes he could literally crawl into his skin.
Suho's eyes stay locked on Sieun's face as he moves his hands down to take off his sweatpants and underwear. A slight smirk spread across his lips as he watched Sieun's micro expressions shift. His eyebrows creased ever so slightly as he watched Suho's cock spring free, jaw going slack. Suho finishes kicking his clothes off and climbs back towards Sieun.
Sieun lifts his back off the bed, arms shaky as he props himself up. Suho reaches forward to lift his hands under Sieun's shirt. Sieun lowers his hands with his own before he can get lost in his touch. He shuffles back a little and lifts his own shirt over his head. Suho watches him in unabashed awe. His eyes flicker on the moles that adorn his chest and abdomen, taking him all in – they trail down with Sieun's hands as he takes off his shorts.
Sieun has undressed himself for him, sitting in front of him like the very definition of perfection. Perfectly his. Suho has to muster up the willpower to restrain himself. He brings a hand up to Sieun's cheek and showers his lips with kisses, his other hand coming up to rub circles against Sieun's hip.
“My pretty baby.” Suho whispers against his lips. Sieun shudders, cock twitching against his stomach.
Sieun pulls him in for a deeper kiss, hands coming up to rest on Suho's shoulders. He uses them to maneuver Suho down on the bed. His thighs hug tightly around Suho's hips, hands sliding down to rest against Suho's chest. Their cocks slide against each other, making both men moan into the kiss. Sieun gives a tentative roll of his hips, cock sliding up and down Suho's length. He can feel him twitch under him.
Sieun sits up and finally takes in the view of Suho under him. His chest riles and falls rapidly, tan skin flushed from his ears down to his neck. It makes Sieun want to sink his nails in, running them down his chest, red trails blooming on Suho's skin where Sieun's hands had been. Suho hisses.
Suho's eyes are lidded and he has a lazy smile plastered on his face. He's completely enamored by Sieun as he looks down at him, eyes blown out as he bites his lip, trying to formulate a coherent thought.
Sieun reaches his hand down between their bodies, wrapping it around both their cocks in slow strokes, mirroring what Suho would usually do.
The slight alone is nearly enough for Suho to climax immediately.
Sieun's hand can barely fit around both of them. His forefinger slots between them as he stretches his fingers as much as he can to accommodate their lengths. His cock is a little smaller than Suho's, making him have to roll his hips forward to match the pumps of his hand. Suho's groans reek of desperation as he throws his head back against the pillows.
The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and both men's moans. Sieun's thighs are already shaking as they dig into the mattress, but he pushes through it. He grinds against Suho desperately, pace unrelenting.
“Baby—Fuck—Ahh…” Suho's hips stutter as he chases the feeling. His hands knead into Sieun's thighs, fat molding around his fingers as they sink in.
Sieun's head falls into the crook of Suho's neck, forehead resting against Suho's skin as he whines. He keeps the pace of his hand, speeding up a little.
Suho can tell Sieun is close from his jittery breaths against his collarbone and the urgency in his movements. He's almost wailing against Suho's skin. The sound brings Suho closer to the brink as well.
It takes a few more strokes before Sieun unravels, hot spurts of cum painting Suho's abdomen, trailing down the head of Sieun's cock and smearing against both of their shafts. He shakes uncontrollably, biting down hard on the expanse of skin between Suho's neck and shoulder. His hand doesn't stop until Suho cums as well, which doesn't take very long. His heels dig into the mattress, dragging against the sheets as his cum mixes with Sieun's, trickling down the sides of his abs. Suho groans out a series of expletives as his back arches off the bed.
Sieun's hand stills after a few languid pumps and then drops at Suho's side. He lifts his head up as he attempts to catch his breath, breath fanning over Suho's face. They stare back at each other in a daze.
Sieun's eyes flicker down to the bite mark on Suho's shoulder. He scans over the divots in Suho's skin before leaning down to kiss the same spot. Suho chuckles softly. One of his hands relinquishes its hold on Sieun's thigh to stroke his cheek and pull him down for a kiss.
“You're doing so good for me, baby.” Suho praises him softly. Sieun makes a noise that gets stuck in the back of his throat, not trusting himself to not moan at the praise.
Suho shoots him a dopey smile before reaching his hand to the side of the bed and dips his hand into the nightstand drawer to retrieve the lube. His other hand relinquishes its purchase on Sieun's thigh, making Sieun frown slightly at the full loss of contact. He pops the cap open with his thumb and coats the fingers on his right hand. He hastily throws the bottle on the other side of the bed for later.
Suho brings his clean hand up to Sieun's waist to pull him down, Sieun's back arching instinctively, hands wrapping around Suho's neck as his face finds purchase in the crook of it again. Suho reaches his lubed up hand around Sieun's hips and circles his hole with his middle finger. Sieun lets out a low whine, hips bucking back against Suho's hand. Suho inserts his finger and Sieun hisses, tightening the hold he has on Suho's neck. Suho waits for his grip to loosen before inserting his ring finger as well. Sieun mewls against his skin, biting down on his collarbone.
Suhos fingers move expertly as they scissor Sieun's walls slowly. He trails kisses down Sieun's shoulder to calm him down. His fingers curl and hit Sieun's prostate, making him see stars. His whole body has gone weak with Suho's touch.
“So tight…” Suho whispers. He continues his ministrations until he hits a particularly sensitive spot, making Sieun double over, bodies colliding.
“Ahh… A—Ahh…” Sieun is already hard again, cock twitching against Suho's. Suho has been embarrassingly hard this whole time, waiting.
Suho's fingers slow down inside of Sieun as he pulls him up a little to look at him. “You ready to take care of me, pretty?”
Sieun nods frantically. He whines as Suho pulls his fingers out and reaches his left hand out to search for the lube bottle again, right hand returning to grab Sieun's thigh. Sieun grabs it from his hand clumsily. He fumbles with the cap as he rises onto his knees, squirting the lube down onto Suho's head and spreading it down his shaft with his other hand. Suho sucks in a breath as he watches him, eyes darting all over the smaller man's features.
Sieun lines Suho's cock up against his hole before he sinks down. The stretch burns as he tries to accommodate Suho's size. His hands return to palming Suho's chest as he sits down slowly, inch by inch as his walls grip onto Suho viciously.
Suho has to hold back from thrusting up into Sieun as he lets him adjust. Sieun's head is lowered, eyes squeezed shut as tears start to gather at his waterline. He sinks down to take the rest of Suho's cock, finally sitting on his lap. He flutters his eyes open, a few tears escaping in the process, as he looks back up at Suho's face.
Suho was staring intently at where their bodies connected until Sieun bottomed out, eyes flickering back to his face. Suho's restraint is palpable in the way he's holding onto Sieun's thigh and waist, like he's afraid he may break him – the way his eyes watch Sieun in pure awe, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Sieun can see how it starts to turn cherry red. And he likes it – a little too much, maybe. He didn't expect to enjoy seeing Suho struggle to hold back all his strength against him. It was a pleasant change of pace.
Slowly, Sieun's body starts to adjust and he gives a tentative roll of his hips, lifts them and then plops back down again. The way Suho's cock rams into him from this new position drives both men crazy. It takes a few tries before Sieun finds a steady enough pace. The sound of skin on skin, amplified by the sound of the lube squelching is filthy. Sieun's whines come out broken as drives himself down on Suho's cock. Suho's head sinks deeper into the pillow as he watches Sieun through lidded eyes. He looks absolutely breathtaking like this.
It takes a little over a minute for Sieun's legs to start getting tired. He shakes uncontrollably, thrusts turning shorter and less rhythmic. He cries out Suho's name over and over, tears blurring his vision once more.
Suho's eyebrows crease with worry. “Baby—Fuck—I can take over—” His hands circle Sieun's hips.
Sieun shakes his head. “N—No.” He keeps his unsteady rhythm as he brings a hand up to force one of Suho's hands back onto his thigh. A particularly strong thrust of Suho's cock into his walls makes Sieun falter, sinking down completely and reducing his movements to tight circles of his hips.
Sieun is a mess. Tears drip down his face and Suho lifts a shaking hand up to gently wipe them away. He feels so pathetic like this, trying to do a good job for his Suho – take care of him like Suho always does for him.
“—Doing so good for me, baby—Ahh—Feels so good…” Suho mumbles out between moans. It does its job in distracting Sieun from the burning in his thighs as he wills himself to lift his hips again. His thrusts still short but managing a more even pace.
Suho feels himself get close again and brings a hand up to wrap around Sieun's cock. He squeezes the length just under his tip and Sieun lets out a series of whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. His hips keep bouncing up and down as Suho circles his hand around his shaft. The pressure building at Sieun's waistline starts to grow unbearable, his thrusts picking up pace as he desperately tries to reach that high.
He sinks down on Suho's cock for a final time and releases, cum spilling all over Suho's hand and abdomen again. He circles his hips desperately as he rides out his orgasm, Suho following him not long after. His hips instinctively lift off the mattress as he drives himself even deeper into Sieun, hands gripping his thigh and his cock.
Sieun collapses on top of him, breath fanning heavily against his chest. Suho brings a hand up to stroke Sieun's hair, craning his neck to kiss the crown of his head. They lay like that for a moment as their breathing evens out. Suho gently lifts Sieun off of him, his length slipping out of his hole in the process. Sieun has no energy left to protest, laying on his side as Suho positioned him. Suho peppers him with kisses, whispering sweet praises for him as he explores his skin with his lips. From his face, down his arms and chest.
Once Sieun starts closing his eyes, Suho gets up slowly to retrieve a wet towel from the bathroom. He comes back and starts wiping Sieun down softly, who hums in response to his touch. Once he's done he wipes himself down as well, throwing the towel in the hamper and crawling back into bed.
He thumbs over Sieun's cheek as he watches him. Sieun's eyes peer open slightly, a small smile on his lips. Suho leans in and kisses him. It's soft and spent.
“Did so good for me. Maybe I should let you take care of me more often.” Suho whispers.
Sieun hums in response, closing his eyes again.
Suho pulls him closer, letting his head fall against his chest, a hand coming up to massage his scalp. Sieuns arm circles around Suho's waist.
“I love you.” Sieun whispers. It's tender, vulnerable. Rare are the times Sieun lets himself say I love you first.
“I love you too, baby.” Suho whispers back, eyes fluttering closed.