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Drifting towards consciousness, Suho’s arm tightens around Sieun’s waist. He noses into the back of his Sieun’s neck, feeling so warm and comfortable as he breathes in the smell of their shampoo, faint and citrusy and so familiar.
Still, urgency vaguely nags at Suho and he slowly realizes there was a reason for waking up. His bladder is calling his attention and with a little sigh, he carefully pulls away from his still sleeping boyfriend.
Sliding out from under the sheet he’d pulled over them haphazardly the night before, chilly morning air is a subtle irritant along bare skin as Suho makes his way to the bathroom, eyes open just enough to keep him from tripping. He pees, still mostly asleep, and it’s only a couple of minutes later that Suho is padding clumsily back into their bedroom. On his way, he yawns, wide enough to feel his jaw crack.
Suho burrows under the covers. In his sleep, Sieun had shifted onto his back and Suho slides over until he’s cuddling into his boyfriend’s side.
Rubbing his nose against Sieun’s ear, Suho has no compunction about moving right into Sieun’s space, hitching a thigh over his boyfriend’s, arm spanning Sieun’s waist with a sleepy hum of contentment.
The two of them had fallen asleep last night almost immediately in the aftermath of a great fuck, with Suho barely having the wherewithal to clumsily wipe away come from Sieun’s stomach, Sieun pliant and tired and mumbling that they’d just take a shower in the morning– all while being cute and a little bratty, pulling Suho’s arm around his waist as it became obvious that he was perfectly content to fall asleep like this, still soft and buzzing from the couple of orgasms that Suho had given him.
Now, in the morning, something about waking up in such disarray is deeply pleasing to Suho.
It’s nothing new but the way Sieun lets himself be messy for him, a little dirty, is irresistible. It turns him insatiable. Suho’s hand flexes in Sieun’s side and he can’t help the way his hips shift, soft cock finding the suppleness of his boyfriend’s hip.
Morning light spills into the bedroom. It’s still a little weak, casting everything in shadow, and Suho drifts for a while.
He’s happy enough to simply enjoy this closeness with Sieun. After all, the two of them don’t make a habit of falling asleep naked. Sieun’s usually fastidious about pajamas, likes to complain that he gets cold too easily, that it’s unsanitary to sleep bare.
A sleepy smile pulls at Suho’s mouth as he smugly thinks that Sieun’s not cold now– Suho takes great pride in keeping his baby warm.
It’s with that thought in mind that a thought flits through Suho’s head.
The idea makes Suho shift, preemptively restless. Warmth suffuses his core as Suho rocks gently into Sieun’s side.
Suho lays a soft kiss on Sieun’s shoulder.
He’s caught between wakefulness and the lure of drowsiness. In that ephemeral space, the only thing Suho can think about is how good he feels– how good he wants Sieun to feel.
Every touch is lingering, a little clumsy.
Still, Suho’s hand is unerring as it moves from where it was draped over Sieun’s waist. He sweeps his palm over his boyfriend’s stomach, thumb sweeping over soft skin until his palm lands low on Sieun’s middle.
Because Suho had woken up a little while ago because he had to piss. Sieun hadn’t woken up at all during the night and the heat of awareness at the cascading presumption makes Suho’s cock fill out, slow and steady.
Sieun’s stomach is achingly soft and warmth seeps into Suho’s palm. He adjusts a bit, drifting even lower and then Suho spends a long, interminable moment simply resting his hand right over Sieun’s bladder.
He doesn’t press, doesn’t do anything except sink into the giddy knowledge of what’s going to happen next.
It doesn’t take as long as Suho thought it might.
Only a minute or two passes until Suho feels Sieun shift against him. A subtle tensing of his abdomen, a shaky inhale.
Suho rocks into Sieun’s hip absently, arousal coiling in his core.
Suho lets his gaze flit from Sieun’s slumbering expression down to where his cock has started to stir. Not wanting this to be too sudden, too soon, Suho restrains himself from sliding his thigh up to nestle against his boyfriend’s dick.
Not yet, Suho thinks.
No, for now, Suho just wants to watch. He wants to play.
His hand looks so big on Sieun’s abdomen and Suho teases them both by letting the base of his palm nudge deeper into silken skin.
Sieun lets out a tiny noise at the incremental pressure, an unintelligible murmur.
Moving a bit until his head rests next to Sieun’s on the pillow, Suho’s cock twitches as he spreads his fingers, feeling how warm and pliant Sieun is beside him.
It thrills him, deep and depraved, as awareness blossoms.
Own breath becoming a little uneven, Suho oh so carefully starts massaging over Sieun’s bladder. At the same time, he can’t stop the way his hips have starts to grind against his boyfriend in earnest.
There’s no room for uncertainty or bashfulness. Pleasure drips through Suho and it collects in his gut, cock already smearing precome along his boyfriend’s hip, messy and sticky.
He’s well aware that if Sieun were awake, he’d be wiggling in his arms. Suho can already hear his whining, the way he’d act all huffy and shy even as he rocked up into his hand.
But Sieun’s not awake.
No, Suho thinks with a sharp breath. His boyfriend is sleeping.
Suho bets he’s having a hell of a dream.
Suho has no concept of time like this. He’s vaguely aware of the way sunshine strengthens, pushing the shadows into the corner.
It’s still so early, though.
For long minutes, Suho rubs over Sieun’s bladder, just above his cock. It’s hard now and Sieun’s letting out all of these sleepy noises that make Suho so, so hot.
Sieun turns his head on the rumpled pillow. He’s not facing Suho anymore but Suho takes in all the ways his boyfriend’s body is responding to him and it sears into him, seeing– feeling– Sieun’s pleasure.
Because his boyfriend is still drifting, lost in sleep, but it’s clear that he really is having a good dream. His cock is hard, leaking, dribbling precome in a continuous stream, beading at the slit just to spill down the shaft.
Suho can’t stop himself. He lifts his hand from Sieun’s bladder and reaches out, collects a few drops of precome and brings it up to his mouth for a taste. He licks at the pad of his finger almost daintily.
As soon as his hand left Sieun’s middle, his boyfriend had shifted, restless and seeking. Face turning back, Suho’s gaze flicks up to see a frown mar Sieun’s brow.
Heat spools through Suho– yeah, he thinks, dazed as the bitterness of precome coats his tongue. Sieun can’t hide like this. And one of the fastest ways to make his baby hot is piss play.
Even asleep– especially in sleep– Sieun’s shameless.
Sieun doesn’t settle back down until Suho puts his hand back where it was.
Biting his lip as he grinds his cock against Sieun– hard and rough and more than a little intemperate– Suho feels greed claw up his spine.
He watches as Sieun’s mouth drops open as he presses his thumb into Sieun’s bladder. The noise that spills out of his boyfriend is soft, the hint of a whine making Suho a little crazy, blood rushing in his ears.
And Suho is starting to wonder when exactly Sieun will wake up properly, though he knows very well that Sieun can come while still fully asleep. It makes Suho feel so dirty, the way he loves making Sieun come– when his boyfriend isn’t even aware of it, melting and boneless. It’s always such a special treat, Suho losing himself in the way Sieun lets himself simply be for him.
The greatest privilege, love and lust rocking through Suho every time he gets to see Sieun like this– knowing, of course, that no one else would ever get this, that what they have holds such a foundation of trust and devotion that they can both enjoy themselves like this, stripped down to nothing but feeling and a craving for closeness.
Because Suho is well aware of what it’s like to be on the other side of things, too. He loves nothing more than waking up with Sieun’s mouth around his cock or already buried in his baby as Sieun gets off on top of him, fingers shoved in his mouth to keep desperate noises in, to keep Suho sleeping just a moment more.
Head feeling light, Suho forgets to restrain himself and he starts massaging Sieun’s bladder with deliberation, thumb pressing deep as his hips jerk, fucking into Sieun’s thigh with a little bitten down grunt.
The sudden pressure makes Sieun cock jerk and Suho watches through heavy-lidded eyes as his boyfriend’s back arches, hips bowing up into Suho’s hand, a little stilted in sleep.
Sieun whimpers, something low and punched out.
And he doesn’t stop moving.
No, Sieun starts rocking into Suho’s hand in a clumsy rhythm, uneven and desperate. His cock nudges against the back of Suho’s hand, curving hard against his stomach, and drool floods Suho’s mouth.
His own breath is unsteady as his hips kick up a notch.
It devolves into something slow and filthy as Sieun gets off in his sleep, Suho feeling sparks of pleasure drag through him at the view, at the sound of Sieun feeling good.
His palm presses down over Sieun’s achingly full bladder in deep circles. Suho’s cheeks flush as he wonders what’ll happen next– if Sieun will come or if he’ll piss himself first.
Biting his bottom lip hard, Suho’s next thrust against Sieun is sloppy, uncoordinated.
Somehow, he’s not startled as Sieun suddenly moves, hand coming up to lay over Suho’s as his hips buck up until both of them are digging painfully into his bladder together.
“Fuck,” Sieun bites out, voice wrecked as it slides into a moan that echoes in their bedroom. “Goddamnit,” he slurs and his hips don’t even untense before he’s fucking up hard into their combined pressure again.
Suho grins at the realization that Sieun’s finally awake.
“Took you long enough,” Suho mumbles into Sieun’s ear, leaning in until he can lick at the shell, sucking the lobe into his mouth and laving at it with his tongue.
Sieun gasps, planting his feet in the mattress as he grinds up, guiding Suho to push down even harder. “Thought it was a dream,” he rasps, eyes rolling back at the pain that’s lighting up every part of his body.
Sieun feels like he’s on fire.
He has to pee so bad. At first, he’d really thought that he’d just been having an outrageously good dream, used to waking up and feeling pleasure spark in his gut at the urgent need to piss.
Sieun has long since made peace with the fact that he likes this feeling– the urgency, the fullness, the hot, shivery pain as he has to work to keep from leaking. It’s filthy but he does, he loves it so much.
And Suho indulges him so easily.
In his sleep, he’d dreamt that Suho was fucking him. A nice holdover from last night, Sieun half aware of the way the sheets stuck to his skin, bare and sweaty the morning after.
The shift from dreaming to wakefulness shoves everything into a hotter lens, desperation flooding through Sieun as he realized that he was actually about to piss himself.
It took every bit of sleepy determination for Sieun to stop himself in time.
The pleasure burning through his veins was syrup slow and all consuming. Completely devastating. God, he just felt so good.
But now, as he and Suho work his bladder together, Sieun’s glad that he hadn’t given in.
No, he wants a little more of this– the ache of needing to piss, the pain of a bladder that’s full to bursting.
Sieun’s gasp is wet, obscene as he wraps a hand around himself, all while keeping pressure low against his middle with Suho. Head tipping up on the mussed pillow, Sieun is so overheated as he feels the way Suho’s cock is rubbing against his hip, hard and smearing stickiness all over flushed skin.
Flicking his thumb over the drooling head of his cock, Sieun rolls up into the pressure. A flash of pure heat scorches his core.
It’s addicting– the way Sieun can’t think of anything else except the urgent need to pee, all of his focus on keeping it in. His bladder feels so full, swollen, and his mouth drops open on a loud moan as Suho crowds even closer, using the hand on Sieun’s middle as a steadying point.
Suho pushes so hard and it’s just a little mean. He doesn’t realize just how much of his weight is on that single palm and Sieun’s toes curl as he lurches right towards the edge of letting go and pissing all over himself.
Nosing along his blushing cheek, Suho murmurs, “You’re so dirty, Sieun-ah. Why don’t you just go to the bathroom?”
Sieun can barely hear him over the sound of his breathing. He’s panting, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries to find his footing.
It’s too good, though.
“Don’t want to,” Sieun manages to reply, voice so low it cracks.
Suho shifts over until he’s straddling Sieun’s thigh, dripping cock finding the hollow of his hip as he buries his face against Sieun's throat. He ruts into Sieun and it’s rough and heavy, all while he keeps his hand an overwhelming weight low on Sieun’s abdomen.
Feeling unmoored, like he’s floating, Sieun lifts his arms until he’s wrapping them around Suho’s shoulders, pulling him down even further. It’s nice, like this. All Sieun has to do is feel, giving up control to Suho.
Yeah, Sieun thinks as he noses clumsily at his boyfriend’s cheek, a little whimper escaping him. Suho can do whatever he wants.
Suho keeps fucking into Sieun’s hip while he massages his bladder and tears prickle at the corner of Sieun’s eyes because it hurts so much. The pain melds into a pleasure so intense that Sieun really can’t think of anything else except the way his bladder is about to burst, the way Suho teases it, manipulating it, massaging it until the place he presses down on is sore and aching.
Every tiny movement pushes Sieun closer and closer to leaking.
He can feel the need clawing at him. The temptation to relax is deliriously close. Sieun knows that it would feel so good, can perfectly imagine those first few seconds when he decides to piss himself– the warmth, the wetness, the sheer pleasure of surrendering and the relief therein.
“Suho-yah,” Sieun mumbles, taking a desperately sharp breath. He arches up into his boyfriend’s body, every muscle trembling with the control he’s exerting, dual desires tugging at him.
“Baby,” Suho says and when he pulls back just to see his face, his eyes are dark. “You’re so pretty, Sieun-ah.”
His voice is low and so warm. It curls around Sieun and even Sieun can’t decide if it’s delivered in a tone to make him hold on or if Suho’s urging him to break.
Either way, Sieun’s mindless with want.
The pain rides him hard, wave after overwhelming wave. It’s like as soon as Sieun gains any sort of ground, another impulse sears into his gut and wrenches him right back to the edge. His bladder sends signal after signal rioting through his body.
Each time, Sieun’s control frays further.
Desire courses through every limb and Sieun closes the minuscule distance between them to kiss Suho. It doesn’t matter that it’s the early hours of the morning, that neither of them have had a chance to brush their teeth yet.
Something deep settles in Sieun at the press of their mouths together.
It must be the same for Suho because he shoves his tongue into Sieun’s mouth without further prompting. It’s wet and filthy and mirrors the way they’re fucking against each other.
Sieun is sweaty, totally overheated. The dueling pain and pleasure fans the flames higher. All the places their thighs touch are sticky with sweat, Suho’s abdomen achingly warm as it brushes against his own. His nails dig into Suho’s shoulders and Sieun has no idea just how sharp they are– Suho jerks at the feeling, the pain that lights up his nerves.
He groans, harsh against Sieun’s mouth, as he feels his boyfriend rake blunt nails down, desperately scrabbling. Breaking the kiss at the slice of pleasure, Suho switches his touch on Sieun’s bladder, going back to working his thumb over the spot.
He moves it in slow, deliberate circles. He presses hard, too. Intense and reaching so deep into Sieun that Suho is smug, breathless, as his eyes flick up to see Sieun actually drooling for it.
Suho leans close, licking up the warm trickle. Sieun shivers, thigh twitching against his.
Losing track of time, Sieun hangs on through sheer force of will.
He doesn’t want it to be over yet– he’s always greedy when it comes to this.
Silence stretches in their bedroom, only the sounds of their pleasure breaking the spell. Suho grunts, grinding into the soft, sensitive skin of Sieun’s hip, humping high up on his thigh with jerking, intemperate movements. An endless stream of noises spill out of Sieun, Suho letting them egg him on further, pushing him closer and closer.
Suho comes first, biting off a curse as he feels that tug in his core snap, pleasure suffusing his entire body.
He doesn’t realize it but as he comes, he puts more of his weight on the hand over Sieun’s bursting bladder and a tear spills down Sieun’s cheek as the heady mix of pain and pleasure makes him melt into the sheets under him.
Sieun is lost in that sea of feeling, breathing harshly as Suho comes down.
It’s only once Suho’s head clears a little that he comes up on an elbow to look down at Sieun.
Sieun looks up at Suho with dark, unfocused eyes.
Suho noses gently at his cheek. “Come on, baby. Don’t you want to go?”
It takes a moment for the words to register. When they do, Sieun shakes his head. His breath is shaky. “Can’t,” he whispers, slurring a little. “Sheets are wrong.”
Suho is so achingly fond. It’s true and Suho is a little surprised that Sieun has the wherewithal to remember that their bed has regular sheets on it right now, not one of the sets they use when they’re in the mood for something a little filthier.
“Hyung,” Sieun mumbles and Suho looks up, attentive and gaze so warm.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Suho’s heart skips a beat as he suggests, “Need hyung’s help?”
Sieun’s hips shift restlessly, tremors wracking down his body. He nods, clumsy. “Please.”
Suho kisses Sieun, planting a full kiss on his bruised mouth. “Let’s go to the bathroom, baby.”
Suho climbs out of bed first. He looks down at Sieun and the view is so hot, strikes Suho right in his core.
Because his boyfriend is sweaty, flushed, hair a mess against his pillow. Suho’s come spills across his groin and his dick is hard, adding to the mess–
And even now, as Sieun’s a hairsbreadth from pissing himself, he still can’t stop. He’s fucking up into his hand, still working his bladder, keeping himself right on the thinnest precipice. He doesn’t care that Suho’s watching him– it makes him feel good, light and wanted and almost smug.
Coaxing Sieun to sitting up, Suho watches with a rapt expression as an abrupt noise falls from Sieun’s mouth, the repositioning sharpening the pain into something tangible.
Giddily, Sieun thinks he can actually feel his bladder stretching, piss sloshing around as urgency turns into a razor’s edge.
Suho guides him into their ensuite and arousal floods through them both at just how out of it Sieun is.
“Baby,” Suho says, huffing out an endeared laugh. Its undertone is dark, knowing. “You have to relax.”
Crowding close to Sieun’s back, Suho nestles his cock between Sieun’s cheeks. One of his hands wraps around Sieun’s dick while the other lays over Sieun’s bladder– trying to soothe now instead of stoke.
Sieun just stands in front of the toilet, almost boneless, toes curling against tile as he sinks into the pleasure warming his gut, trickling down his hips and thighs, turning his head so deliciously light.
He listens to Suho, though.
It’s so hard to pee when he’s hard and it takes an interminable amount of time for Sieun to soften enough to let go, the feedback loop of pain into pleasure and back again utterly thrilling. It’s so difficult because Sieun really does love the feeling of holding in his piss so much– he loves coming with a full bladder and then immediately pissing all over himself after.
Fuck, Sieun thinks, tipping his head back on Suho’s shoulder and moaning lowly. He feels so good.
Suho is patient, his own cock slowly filling out again as Sieun writhes and shakes against him. Suho is well aware that Sieun gets off on this, that him letting Suho guide him is something they both like indulging in.
It feels like Sieun’s been tense forever and it’s a conscious decision to relax, muscles in his abdomen aching.
Sieun relaxes– into Suho’s strong frame behind him, into the warmth of his boyfriend’s fist wrapped so firmly yet gently around his pulsing dick.
As he starts peeing, Sieun bites down hard on his lip at the relief that singes every cell.
“That’s it,” Suho murmurs against his ear. “Let go, Sieun-ah.”
Sieun pisses for what feels like forever. It’s a slow stream at first, weak after holding so long, but Sieun keeps himself relaxed and the sensation of his bladder emptying makes him feel– light. Free. He’s completely floating as the stream intensifies, the only sound in the bathroom his heavy breathing and piss hitting the toilet.
In the aftermath, Sieun’s thoughts are slow. Everything else is pushed far away. All Sieun is aware of is Suho behind him, the almost covetous touch of his boyfriend’s hand around his cock.
Because Suho’s working over Sieun in lazy pulls. He rubs a thumb over the head of Sieun’s cock, spreading wetness around, and Sieun feels almost sated, bone deep warmth pooling in his middle.
Suho turns him around, shuffles them the few steps to the counter.
Sieun smiles into the kiss, dazed and happy. Suho’s hard against him again.
“So hot, baby.” Suho’s voice is rough as he echoes, “You’re so fucking hot.”
Leaning down to suck a trail down his neck, Sieun’s cock twitches in the space between them, filling back out again.
Without warning, Suho continues his path over Sieun’s body. He gets down on his knees, right there, and licks at the tip of Sieun’s cock, rubbing his tongue over it, rough and silken.
Sieun sighs, threading his fingers in Suho’s messy hair.
Suho sucks him off for a few minutes, closing his mouth around the head, licking along the length, bobbing down a little more each time until he has half of Sieun’s cock in his mouth, wrapping a hand around the base.
Pleasure zips through Sieun and he adjusts his stance, hips gently rocking into the wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth.
Sieun feels the faint beginnings of his orgasm in his periphery, just as Suho pulls off with a filthy pop.
Lashes fluttering open, Sieun looks down at Suho and Suho feels– incandescent. Sieun’s expression is adorably pleasure drunk, eyes dark and full of pliant desire.
“Can hyung fuck you, baby?”
Sieun nods, quick and so cute. Completely fucked out.
Lust scorches down Suho’s spine as he rises to his feet, guiding Sieun to turn around.
Suho reaches for the lube they keep in their cabinet, carefully making sure Sieun’s head is out of the way. Uncapping the bottle, he pours some into his hand, warms it up as he starts kissing a line over Sieun’s shoulders.
“Let me in, baby,” Suho whispers against his neck. He eases two fingers into Sieun, testing.
Sieun’s rim is warm, hole still a little stretched from last night. Suho fingers Sieun, scissoring them gently to get him ready for his cock.
“Suho,” Sieun whines, ass arching into him. “Another.”
Knowing Sieun likes to feel it in the morning, Suho adds a third. He thrusts in to the knuckle, angling just right to hear Sieun let out a choked gasp, to feel his ass clench around his fingers in reflex.
Sieun rocks back on his fingers, shameless and so stunning that Suho swears his brain is melting. Suho ruts into the plushness of his ass cheek.
His baby is letting out all these cute little sobs as he starts begging Suho to just get in him already.
“Please, Suho-yah,” Sieun mewls and arousal reaches a fever pitch and tugs hard as he actually sounds near tears. “Fuck me. Fucking get in me.”
“Yeah,” Suho breathes out, feeling a little overwhelmed himself. He smears the rest of the lube over his throbbing cock, gives himself a harsh squeeze as he lets out a shaky breath.
He lines up and starts pushing into Sieun’s tight heat. The head of his cock slips in and Sieun’s immediately arching back to get him deeper.
Suho follows his lead and bottoms out in the next thrust.
It’s just a little too tight. Sieun’s walls are working Suho’s cock as he tries to relax and adjust. Sieun falls down to his elbows on the bathroom counter and something clatters but neither one of them care enough to see what it is. The movement pushes his ass back and Suho’s balls are pressed flushed to his boyfriend’s gorgeous ass. Suho actually feels lightheaded at the view.
Sieun’s fingertips are white where they’re pressed into the counter.
Feeling his pulse in his throbbing cock, Suho feels out of his mind. Sieun is hot and snug and Suho’s head hangs down, mouth open as he tries to keep some semblance of control.
“Move, Suho-yah.”
Suho doesn’t ask twice, just pulls back until he’s half out before rolling his cock back into Sieun’s slick hole.
He starts a hard rhythm, so slow and intense that it steals their breaths.
Sieun’s moaning under him and Suho’s grip is bruising on his hips. He rocks into Sieun, gaze caught on his boyfriend’s cute ass, the way he swallows his cock, rim stretched wide, red and warm, flushed so pretty.
His pace picks up as need coils tighter. Suho fucks into Sieun desperately, breathing hard as he bottoms out, again and again.
One of Sieun’s hands move and Suho knows he’s jerking himself off in time to his thrusts, stance widening and shoulder flexing as he fists his cock.
Suho switches to a deep grind, makes sure he’s angled just right to make stars burst behind Sieun’s eyes. He leans over Sieun’s back, knocks his boyfriend’s hand away until he’s fisting Sieun’s dripping cock himself.
“Good?” Suho’s voice is low, breathless. Sieun shivers.
“So good,” he slurs and all he can do is hang on as Suho fucks him, stroking his cock– twisting his wrist on the downstroke, digging his thumb into the slit.
They’re both sweaty, panting, and Suho puts his entire focus onto making Sieun come first. It only takes a handful of filthy nudges over Sieun’s prostate for his baby to start spilling over his fist.
Distantly, Suho knows it’s dripping onto the floor, making a complete mess, but he doesn’t care about that right now. No, all Suho can think about is following Sieun over the edge, flooding his baby’s ass with his come. Sieun always looks so beautiful, messy and dirty and covered in come.
It’s silent except for their harsh breathing a few moments later, Sieun keeping both of them standing, Suho leaning most of his weight on his baby, feeling utterly ruined.
Also feeling a little playful– a little in awe, if Suho’s being honest– he lets his hand drift up and ghost over the sensitive skin of Sieun’s lower stomach. A grounding weight over Sieun’s bladder.
Sieun immediately slaps his hand away.
Suho notices the sharp inhale, though.
“What,” Suho mutters against the back of his neck, smiling. “I love you, baby. Every part of you.”
Sieun shifts, restless, but Suho’s still buried in him so there’s nowhere he can really go.
“We need to take a shower. We’re disgusting.” Sieun’s voice is low.
Suho is delighted as he notices the edge of his boyfriend’s ear turning red. He licks an obnoxious stripe up Sieun’s neck just to hear the annoyed yelp Sieun lets out. The taste of salt is at once grounding and thrilling.
Still, Suho is feeling a little worse for wear now, too. He pulls out slowly, gently, and turns Sieun around again, wrapping him in his arms.
For all his pretend annoyance, Sieun is warm, pliant as he tips his head up to meet Suho for a kiss.
The two of them kiss for a long moment. Rubbing their lips together, Sieun kisses Suho’s full lower lip between his, clinging. They breathe against each other, nice and slow, half melting into each other.
Sieun guides them towards the shower, turning the water on hot.
He gasps a little as Suho follows him in, immediately crowding him against the far wall. And Sieun really should be used to it but he still feels a blush scald his cheeks as Suho grabs his ass with both hands, pulling his cheeks apart to watch the way come leaks from his puffy hole.
“Gorgeous,” he hears Suho mumble behind him and Sieun bites his lip as he spreads his legs apart, bracing his hands on the tiled wall and giving an even better view as steam starts rolling around them.
They spend way too long in the shower.
It’s a long while later that the two of them are in the kitchen. Sieun’s making coffee for them while Suho cooks breakfast.
When he hands Suho his cup, Suho grins brightly, ducks close to kiss him in thanks.
Sieun feels a rush of pure affection fill him.
Suho, who Sieun knows is the love of his life. His boyfriend, who keeps Sieun on his toes, who makes him feel so good– awake or in sleep, Sieun loves the way Suho loves him.
Biting his lip a little as he watches Suho effortlessly scramble eggs while taking a sip of his iced coffee, Sieun’s thoughts drift.
Distantly, he starts plotting.
Because Suho makes him feel so good and Sieun warms at the awareness that Suho really does have total access to his body, that Sieun has handed himself completely over, that even if he doesn’t know it, Suho is possessive, his touch always wonderfully firm and assured.
But for all that Suho can take, Sieun knows that he has the same privilege.
Yeah, Sieun thinks, smiling at Suho as his boyfriend looks over and excitedly asks if he saw that perfect scramble. Sieun enjoys taking advantage, too–
After all, it tastes so sweet knowing that Suho wants it, that they both feel the same tendril of possessiveness and enjoy the way it manifests between them.
Suho is so perfect, Sieun knows, moving closer to rest his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder.
So absolutely perfect.