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Inho woke up to the calming noise of the rain. Half awake, he checked if Gihun was still sleeping. He was, like usual. Inho was always the one who woke up earlier. He would bring Gihun coffee to wake him up, they would cuddle for some time, or make love. It was a part of their morning routine. But today, Inho was too excited to know what to do. It was New Year’s Eve. Their first one together as a married couple. He didn’t want to mess this up at all, so he barely slept the night before. He wanted everything to be planned perfectly. Just like how Gihun deserves. He started thinking about what they would do for today, while watching Gihun.

To Inho, this was the best way to wake up. Sometimes, when he couldn’t sleep, watching his husband would bring him calmness. Minutes would turn into hours when he adored each pore, each wrinkle on Gihun’s face. He wanted to hear all of his stories; each time he was left out, each time he was invited. He would laugh to himself, thinking how Gihun raises his eyebrows so often that the worry lines are so permanent. He would find himself wondering when Gihun got his first gray hair, who had made him laugh so hard that crows’ feet fell beside his eyes in the sweetest way. Getting jealous of the past makes no sense, he knew that, but he could never shake the feeling. Inho always wished that he had met Gihun earlier and been there when he experienced all his firsts. Hoped that he was the one who made Gihun laugh the hardest.

He buried his face in Gihun’s hair. The faint scent of shampoo always made him feel home and safe. Maybe he wasn’t the first, nor the reason for all those lines on face but he was glad just to be here, living this life with him. His permanent line. Not the earliest but the one that would last forever and keep fighting to be the deepest.

The warmth of his husband, the sunlight making its way through the curtains… He wanted to stay like this forever. From time to time, he had to remind himself that this was real. He was finally at peace, with a stable life. He would look around their house and smile to himself; seeing how each object, each frame, the furniture told a story of them. After all those years of void and loneliness, they finally built a secure connection. He looked at their photo on Gihun’s bedside, with Gayeong sitting between them. Next to it, there was another frame with just them, looking at each other in admiration. Gihun’s ring was sitting close to the frames, while Inho slept without taking his off.

His fingers were threading through Gihun’s hair cautiously now, still not wanting to wake him up. Gihun must have felt it, since he shifted closer to Inho, almost unconsciously. His eyes were still closed, but that was something Gihun liked to do, it meant that he wanted Inho to wake him up with a kiss. Whenever his uneven breath was giving away that he was awake, Inho would smile to himself and slowly kiss him. 

So that was exactly what he did, he kissed Gihun gently, whispering pet names into his mouth, trying to wake him up. Gihun finally responded back by nuzzling into his chest, breathing him in.

“Mm… you smell so good,” he murmured.

Inho laughed at his comment, his heart fluttered at Gihun’s morning voice. All soft and sleepy, and very much sexy to him.

“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” Inho asked softly, while leaning to plant a kiss on Gihun’s forehead. 

Gihun was still resisting to wake up, he put Inho’s arms around himself, which made Inho hug him tighter. 

“Yeah, I did. How long did I sleep? When did you wake up?” he asked, finally blinking his eyes open, trying to adjust to the light.

“Not too long ago, you were sleeping so peacefully that I couldn’t wake you up. But we need to get up, we have a lot of stuff to plan for today, yeah?” Inho replied, knowing they both did not want to leave the warm bed, and keep cuddling all day instead.

Gihun grunted in protest, still sleepy and lazy. He knew he had to get up so they could start the day, since they had a bunch of things to do. 

“I really need coffee right now.” He said, rubbing his forehead. This was the code for “I really want you to bring coffee to me so I can drink it while lying down in bed.”

Inho took the memo and slowly got up, leaving his husband in the bed to keep resting. He came back with two cups of coffee shortly after. 

“Get up, sleepyhead. Here’s your coffee.” He said with pure adoration in his voice, while giving one of the cups to Gihun, who immediately wrapped his hands around the warm drink with a thankful expression.

“I really have the best husband in the entire world!” Gihun said playfully. He was sitting up now, his back against the soft pile of pillows. The smell of coffee mixed up with the faint cologne of Inho made him close his eyes and sigh in pleasure.

Inho was watching him with the biggest smile on his face. Gihun’s appreciation for even the smallest things was one of the things that made Inho fall in love with him. Even a warm cup of coffee, or holding the door open for him would make Gihun act as if he’d been given the world. 

He decided to initiate the conversation. “Well, what are our plans for the day, baby? What do you want to do?” he asked. He wanted everything to go the way Gihun wanted.

Gihun replied after taking a big sip of his coffee. “I was thinking that we could prepare a nice dinner, light up some candles, put on your favorite Sinatra record and… Maybe we could dance while listening to it.” He said, not looking at Inho, nervous that he would laugh at his face for even suggesting that. “And yeah, that was what I was thinking… Do you have any other ideas? I mean, we don’t have to-”

“I love it, I love it so much. I want us to do everything you thought about. We can drink your favorite wine; I’ll make your favorite dessert. I want tonight to go perfect, just the way you deserve.” Inho interrupted him immediately, knowing Gihun was getting insecure of this idea. He loved the way Gihun had already imagined all of it, even the dancing part, and didn’t forget to include his favorite record. The smallest signs of love from Gihun always made him feel secure, so he wanted to give the same feeling back. 

Gihun turned to him, smiling. Inho knew just how to make him happy. “Thank you.” was all he could say and Inho just held his hand as a response, they didn’t need to say more. 

“Let’s get up then, we have a lot to do, yes?” Inho said, even though he wanted to stay all cozied up in bed, he was much more excited for their night. 

Gihun was feeling delighted by his enthusiasm, so he didn’t have it in himself to protest any more. Without letting Inho’s hand, he moved to get up, which Inho mirrored. They walked to the bathroom, holding hands lazily. They washed their faces and brushed their teeth together. Gihun was drying his face with the towel as Inho slowly leaned to hug him from behind, leaving trails of hot kisses on his neck, down to his shoulders. 

Inho’s hands wandered around Gihun’s waist, slowly making its way to the waistband of his briefs, and Gihun stopped him with a nervous laugh.  

“Baby… What are you doing?” He asked, knowing exactly what he was doing. 

Inho froze. He looked at Gihun over his shoulder, from the mirror. This was not the response he was expecting from him. “I was thinking that… We could shower together?” He asked, hoping to get a positive answer.

Gihun was watching Inho’s hopeful eyes in the mirror, checking him out. “Inho, you know we would spend too much time… We have a lot to do, so let’s save it for another time, yeah?” Now he was feeling bad for rejecting Inho’s offer, but they have already wasted a lot of time on the bed. He quickly got rid of his clothing and walked straight to the shower, leaving Inho behind with his arms open, a shocked and down look on his face. 

“Oh… Okay then, I guess you’re right.” Inho said, while watching his husband walk in the shower. “I… umm… so what should I do, then?” He asked. 

“Well, you can start making breakfast for us, and I’ll come and help you right after I’m done with my shower. Is that okay?” Gihun suggested.

Inho couldn’t say no to him of course, so he just nodded. “Have a nice shower, tell me if you need anything.” was all he could say without making the frustration in his voice obvious. He walked back to the kitchen with a hard-on.

“Fuck my life.” He said as he was taking out the ingredients from the fridge.

Gihun did not help him with the breakfast, of course. When he got out of the shower, everything was already prepared so he just watched Inho instead. He thought about how sexy Inho looked when he was focused, doing something for him. Maybe he should have said yes to the shower offer…

While eating, they talked about what to make for dinner, Gihun asked about what he should wear, he was listing down the decoration ideas for the table, Inho was responding to each question without getting tired. It was almost noon when they were done with breakfast, and they decided to get to preparing stuff so they wouldn’t have to do everything in a rush.

Hours passed while they were cooking dinner, making dessert, decorating stuff and when everything was finally done, Gihun looked around proudly. He loved how everything looked, the scent of the candles around the table surrounding the living room, the dim light creating a cozy atmosphere. He looked in the mirror, trying to decide what to wear, he wanted to impress Inho but when he asked, the answer he got was nothing more than “You can wear whatever you want and I would be impressed the same, so just wear something comfortable. Or nothing at all. That would make me a very impressed man.”, which made him decide on a pair of hoodie and sweats. 

Inho was wearing one of his turtleneck sweaters, the one which Gihun liked the most, whenever he wore this one, Gihun would always let his hands roam around the soft fabric. It was pretty simple, but still put together and his husband’s favorite.

While Inho was trying to decide which record to put on, Gihun walked into the living room, straight to Inho. As he hugged him from the back, he watched him, trying to guess which record they would be listening to tonight.

“Hey, you. What will we be listening to tonight?” Gihun asked, while massaging Inho’s shoulders gently.

Inho’s muscles relaxed into Gihun’s touch, the alluring scent of amber mixed with sandalwood melted into his shoulders from Gihun’s body. Inho liked this perfume on him, and he definitely loved smelling like his husband. “Hey, beautiful. I was thinking of Nothing But The Best. What do you think?” He asked.

“I’m thinking that… You have a great taste, and you picked the best one.” Gihun replied, affirmatively. 

They moved to the table, the food looked delicious, a bottle of Gihun’s favorite wine, the red roses Inho bought him occasionally, and some minimal decorations. Everything was perfect. They made it perfect. They were chatting, talking about daily stuff, Facetiming Gayeong and Junho shortly as they had their dinner.  

As they were almost done with their food and they were taking bigger sips of their wine, The Way You Look Tonight started playing. It was one of Inho’s favorite songs that he dedicated to Gihun, so he reached out for his hand, asking him for a dance.

Gihun looked at him with his big glistening brown eyes, as he was dumbfounded by this. Sure, he wanted to dance with Inho, it was very romantic to him. But he had no clue Inho would actually be pursuing this idea. He let Inho hold his hand as he got up from his chair, letting Inho lead him. Inho hugged him by the waist, swaying them both slowly as he kept eye contact with Gihun, singing the lyrics while doing so. Gihun wrapped his arms around Inho’s shoulders, watching him as he laughed at the way Inho was very devoted to this special performance. Inho looked adorable, and it made Gihun blush how he made sure every single wish of his for tonight was done in the most beautiful way.

After dinner, Inho unfolded the couch, turning it into a wide, comfortable bed. He grabbed the remote, turned the TV on and started lazily flipping through the channels. He suddenly stopped when he saw that The Matrix was playing on one of them. 

In the meantime, Gihun went to grab a blanket from the bedroom and draped it over his arm. On his way back to the living room, he stopped by the kitchen, picked up another bottle of wine, and took two wine glasses from the cabinet. With his arms already full, he struggled a bit to keep everything balanced, adjusting his grip more than once.

He carefully carried everything to the living room, placing the bottle and glasses neatly on the coffee table in front of them. ​​Without looking away from the TV, Inho reached for the bottle. He opened it with ease and poured them each a glass.

Gihun settled next to him and pulled the blanket over them. He glanced at the TV screen and immediately recognized the scene.

Neo.

Gihun pressed his lips together. It was ridiculous, he knew that, but still couldn’t help it. 

“Baby, will you check the other channels?” He asked.

Inho didn’t reply.

Gihun tilted his head, watching him for a second longer.

“Hey, Earth to Inho!” He waved his hand in front of his husband’s face.

Inho blinked, and finally looked at Gihun.

“Yeah, I heard you. I just thought that… maybe we could watch a little bit? It’s been a while since the last time we saw it,” he said. “Besides, I couldn’t really find anything else.”

Gihun sighed, careful not to let the irritation seep into his voice, because he still didn’t want to ruin his husband’s excitement. 

“Fine,” he said lightly, lifting his glass. “A bit.”

A small smile tugged his lips. He had a plan.

They kept watching for some time. 

Ten minutes at best.

Gihun shifted under the blanket, crossing and uncrossing his legs, adjusting the fabric for no reason at all. He let out a quiet sigh again and leaned closer to Inho until their shoulders brushed. When it wasn’t enough, he put his hand on Inho’s thigh and deliberately started moving it up and down. 

Suddenly, Inho put his hand on top of Gihun’s to stop him. 

Gihun was shocked at this response. Really? Did Inho just choose the movie he has watched a hundred times over him? He decided to move away from Inho and reached under the blanket. If this was what Inho wanted, he would give the same energy back. His hand slowly moved to his crotch and slipped under the waistband of his boxers. His breathing got heavier as he started stroking himself. 

Inho seemed to notice some movement under the blanket and his eyes widened.

He turned to Gihun and said, “What are you doing down there?”

“Who? Me?” Gihun replied with a straight face, knowing damn well what he was doing. So did Inho.

Inho shook his head in disbelief. “You really are insatiable.” he said.

Gihun decided to ignore this snarky comment and just kept going. Stroking himself slowly, he started whimpering on purpose. As he had expected, it drew attention from his husband. 

“Are you serious?” Inho asked, without taking his eyes off the screen. He knew what Gihun was trying to do.

Gihun grinned.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’ll try to keep it down.”

Inho rubbed his forehead, then turned to Gihun, looking him straight in the eye. 

“What exactly are you trying to do? Hmm?” There was a hint of annoyance in his voice now, the kind that showed he knew exactly what Gihun was up to. 

“Well, I’m bored,” Gihun replied nonchalantly.

“I just wanted to have some fun,” He tilted his head. “Is that a problem, baby?”

“Gihun… Will you just wait until the movie ends?” Inho knew that he would not be waiting. 

“Why? You watch your movie if you want, and I’ll enjoy myself.”

Inho rolled his eyes and turned to the TV again.

“Thought so.” Gihun went back to stroking himself lazily; sighing from time to time, glancing at Inho to see if he was watching. That bastard was not watching him. Clearly The Matrix is more important, he thought to himself.

After some time, a brilliant idea came to his mind, so he came out from under the blanket and kneeled between Inho’s spread legs. Maybe that would get Inho’s attention.

He stared at Inho with a look he knew he couldn’t resist and said, “What about this?”

Inho didn’t say anything and just stared at him. They kept eye contact for a hot minute. Gihun couldn’t understand what he was thinking, so he decided to put his mouth on Inho’s crotch.

Inho’s response was a deep breath. Gihun could feel him getting harder now. He tried hard not to smile, because he was finally getting what he wanted. His husband’s attention, all to himself.

“I thought you weren’t interested.” He teased. 

“It’s biology, hyung. My husband is all over me and I got hard… How shocking.” Inho said nonchalantly. 

He slowly reached for his glass, careful not to push Gihun and took a sip of his wine. He was still trying to keep watching the damn movie, all while being half hard.

Gihun giggled. He continued for a bit, but Inho was still resisting; not making eye contact with Gihun, trying to ignore the situation. Though, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he was fully hard now, so everything was quite obvious. But Gihun was done with him trying to act avoidant. He chugged his wine and moved back from Inho. 

He could feel Inho’s eyes on him and that made him shiver. Maybe it was his gaze, or the wine that encouraged Gihun; but he slowly spread his legs and lowered his pants. A second later, he was jerking himself off in front of Inho. He wanted Inho to finally break down and get distracted, at this point it was not even about his plan working or not, but he really wanted Inho’s attention. Because if even this move couldn’t get him to take his eyes off of that damn movie and look at Gihun, he would definitely be sleeping on the couch tonight, alone. 

Inho tried to ignore him at first, but he could also sense that Gihun was getting frustrated. Not to mention that he was really enjoying this little stunt Gihun was pulling, just to get his attention. He felt himself twitching in his pants. Fuck the movie, he thought to himself. 

“Hey, get your ass up here,” he patted his thigh and called Gihun over to sit on it.

Gihun was hesitant at first because Inho had been ignoring him for the past twenty minutes. Then, Inho reached out his hand and Gihun let himself get pulled onto his lap, straddling him. 

Now Inho was the one who was giggling. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Gihun, and how adorable he was, trying to get his attention, even if it meant doing stuff he had never done before. Like jerking himself off just to get attention. It was so cute to him. In a way that turned him on a lot. 

Gihun was silent now, debating if he did too much or not in his head. He couldn’t even keep eye contact with Inho, even though he was acting very shamelessly seconds ago. But he knew he had to keep the act up, there was no backing down or getting shy. Not when his plan finally worked, and his man was looking at him like he wanted to devour him. 

Inho put his hand on Gihun’s chin very delicately to make him look at himself. The feeling of Inho’s soft hands on his hot face made Gihun remember what his mission was, so he gathered himself together. He was not going to let Inho have the upper hand.

As the room got quieter and the eye contact got more intense second by second, Gihun started feeling the heat pooling between his legs worsen as well. He was getting quite impatient, and by the looks of it, so was Inho. His mouth was slightly open now, looking at Gihun with pure admiration. And something a bit sinister. It made Gihun want to kiss all over his face without missing a single spot. And those damn glasses. Whenever Inho wore those glasses, Gihun couldn’t help but get horny. Inho didn’t even know the chokehold those damn glasses had on him. Now with all the built-up tension, he was even more aroused at the sight. He couldn’t wait anymore.

“Baby, as much as I love looking at you like this, I need to be as close to you as possible. So let’s take these off, yeah?” Gihun whispered while slowly taking Inho’s glasses off to kiss him properly. He wanted no barriers between them, especially clothing. Glasses off would also mean he can’t see the TV properly, therefore no more Matrix. Killing two birds with one stone.

Inho couldn’t help but smile at him. Gihun knew exactly what to say to get his husband flustered. Inho understood how Gihun wanted to feel as close to him as possible, because that was exactly what he was feeling. At any given time, to be specific.

“You know you’re going to pay for this?” said Inho, as his hands wandered over Gihun’s hips. 

His touch made Gihun shudder, as Inho was growing more desperate each second. Gihun felt Inho poking him, and he couldn’t help but grind against the hardness even though the plan was to break Inho first. 

“What if that was exactly what I’m trying to do?” He whispered teasingly, and Inho seemed to like it because his grip on Gihun’s hips immediately tightened.

Inho could direct Gihun’s moves while he was still trying to resist, but this time it was Gihun who stopped him. He didn’t want to start without turning this damn movie off first.

“Will you turn it off or not, baby?” He was messing with Inho even more now, as it was only a matter of time until he folded. Gihun noticed him looking around for the remote, and it made him smile.

“Are you sure? I know how much you love it.” Gihun wanted to hear that Inho picked him over The Matrix. 

Inho bucked his hips up as an answer, clearly looking for more friction. “Don’t be ridiculous.” His breath was getting deeper.

“Am I the ridiculous one now? You have been ignoring me for God knows how long, so it’s pretty obvious you love the movie. I’m just asking a question.” 

Inho regretted it instantly.

“See, you’re not even denying it. I could’ve made a mess in front of you, and you wouldn't bat an eye.”

Inho started stroking Gihun through his pants, which shut him up quickly. But he was not going to let Inho control him. Even though he was trying pretty hard not to whimper. He had to say something.

“Maybe you should just wait until the movie ends. You don’t want to miss it, right?”

“If this is what you wanted, then act like it.” Inho was getting impatient, the teasing was just too much. He had been feeling edged all day, he barely could take it anymore.

Gihun’s mouth was all over Inho’s face, leaving trails of hot breath. He licked and bit his ear.

“What do you want?” Gihun asked, whispering.

Inho hissed. “I think it’s pretty obvious what I want.” He said, pressing himself to Gihun.

Inho was on the verge of losing it all. The way Gihun was purposefully avoiding kissing his mouth started driving him crazy. He thought maybe he should make the first move.

He came closer to Gihun and when they were just about to kiss, Gihun moved his face away. Oh. So, he shouldn’t have made the first move.

“Why don’t you kiss me?” He couldn’t help but ask. 

“Oh, so now I’m keeping you entertained, Inho? You’re going to have to earn that kiss.” 

Inho was speechless and he couldn’t even hide how much this turned him on. How much Gihun acting like that turned him on. His mouth open and cheeks flushed. And whenever Inho didn’t answer Gihun’s question, he stopped. 

And Gihun loved seeing Inho hungry for him like that. He took advantage of Inho’s open mouth and spat right into it. 

“Answer me.” 

Inho grunted and gulped it down, without breaking eye contact. His pupils were huge. He was breathing heavily now.

“Gihun…” It was all he managed to say.

“Oh,” Gihun said softly, “So you can talk.” 

But Inho really couldn’t. His lips glistened with traces of saliva. It looked as if he was drooling, which wouldn't be so far from the truth. He licked it and kissed Gihun hard. They were moaning between the kisses. 

“Do you still want to watch the movie?” Gihun asked.

This question made Inho snap out of it. He didn’t want to hear one more thing about the movie. He was too focused on the man on top of him, putting on a show, teasing him just to get his attention all to himself. And now that he’s gotten his attention, Gihun was making Inho beg for more. Just the way Inho loved.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Inho muttered. “Shut up.” 

“It’s not an answer, Inho.”

“You’re keeping me entertained just fine, are you not satisfied with the way your plan worked?” 

Gihun wrapped his arms around Inho’s shoulders and moved his hips.

“I guess I’m yet to find out.” 

Inho was burning up, so Gihun helped him out of the black turtleneck.

“You’re sweating.” Gihun teased, tugging his own sweatshirt off as well. He braced his hands against Inho’s bare chest, steadying himself as they kissed again. 

Inho laughed breathlessly against his mouth. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Very much.”

“You weren’t so eager in the morning.” Now it was Inho’s turn to tease. “Care to explain this sudden change?” There was no real curiosity there because Inho knew exactly why Gihun was acting like this, and he enjoyed having figured him out. His mouth moved to Gihun’s chest, and he pressed a firm kiss against the curve of it. 

Gihun didn’t answer. He only ran his fingers through Inho’s hair, looking down at him.

Inho couldn’t help himself. He was now kissing and biting Gihun’s entire chest as if he was starving, occasionally taking one of Gihun’s nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Inho was obsessed with tugging on them, and even more obsessed with how Gihun grinded on him in response.

Inho let go of his nipple and looked up at him with a yearning gaze, “Are you finally satisfied?” He asked breathlessly while grinding up to Gihun.

“I’ll be satisfied once you start entertaining me back.” Gihun said, sliding off Inho’s lap and starting to tug at his waistband. “Looks like you’re finally getting the hang of it.” He muttered, as he noticed Inho lifting his hips just enough to make it easier. 

“There you go. My baby all big and leaking for me.”

Then, Gihun got rid of his own sweats, letting Inho’s eyes wander all over him as he freed himself. 

Inho was waiting for Gihun to come and straddle him again. He was getting very impatient. The second Gihun was back sitting on his lap, Inho’s lips crashed into his, hard and eager. Gihun responded quickly, kissing him back with a loud whimper. Inho was ruthless, kissing him so hard that Gihun was sure it would leave marks. When he felt himself leaking, he gasped a little and Inho wasted no second to suck on his tongue, earning another moan from the older man. Whenever Gihun was out of breath, Inho would go a little deeper and make his way into Gihun’s mouth. Their tongues were moving as if they had their own beat, dancing. Inho loved kissing him, and he would always be very intense about it in a way Gihun had never experienced before. As the kiss grew deeper and more intense, they could feel each other pulsating against one another, which drove them crazier. 

When Gihun felt Inho’s pulse against his own, he twitched so slightly, but Inho noticed it and he bit on Gihun’s lower lip as a response. 

Gihun twitched harder at that.

Inho smiled against Gihun’s lips and decided to wrap his hand around both of their hard and leaking cocks.

“Fuck…” Gihun gasped. The pleasure was overwhelming now.

Inho put his left hand under Gihun’s mouth. 

“Spit.”

Gihun did as he was told, without breaking eye contact while doing so.

Inho smirked. “Good boy.” He praised him and wrapped his palm around them again. His strokes were much smoother now, gliding over their flushed cocks. He picked up the pace, twisting slightly at their heads, and after a moment he felt something warm on his fingers. For a second, Inho regretted not taking off his wedding ring, which was now coated with Gihun’s precum, but the truth was that it turned him on even more.

“Oh, there you go,” Inho said, his voice low and smug. He lifted his hand, holding it up for Gihun to see. “You’ve made quite a mess.” Without a word, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes locked on Gihun who was visibly shocked by his boldness. 

“Inho…” 

“You’re mine, and I can’t believe you assumed that I would do this to anyone else,” he said. “I love everything about you. The way you are, the way you look, the way you taste. Everything.” Now he was only stroking Gihun, slowly, from base to tip, making him tremble in his lap.

“Tell me what you want.” Inho looked at him with those puppy-pleading eyes Gihun knew so well. 

“Well… I think you still owe me a proper apology.” 

Without thinking, Inho put Gihun on his back and leaned down to kiss him properly. Gihun could taste himself on Inho’s reddened lips as he kissed him back and it made the heat pooling in his groin almost unbearable. He needed more.

“I know, hyung, I’ve been so dumb. Tell me how to make it up to you and I will.” Inho said between kisses, struggling to breathe but the only thing that mattered was to please his husband in the way he desired.

Gihun was playing coy now, but he also wanted more. There was absolutely no way he would request something from Inho, and he wanted him to struggle a bit more, just like he did while trying to seduce him. He knew what to do. He gently cupped Inho’s cheek, making him stop and listen.

“Surprise me.” he said, smiling. He wanted to see if Inho knew what would please him the most.

Inho was stunned by the challenge, as well as excited. They were playing cat and mouse, and he knew what he must do to catch Gihun. With the support of his arms that were caging Gihun, Inho got up and sat next to him, looking at him for approval. Gihun was looking at him back, confused.

“Come here, sit on my face.” Inho said, with a smug expression.

It took Gihun by surprise. It wasn’t that they had never done this before, but it was something he didn’t expect at this particular moment.

Gihun wasn’t quite sitting down to his face until Inho grabbed his thighs and made him settle almost like he was plastered on him.

“Come on, don’t shy away now.” He smiled, burying his face between Gihun’s cheeks.

“Oh fuck!” Gihun cried, as he felt the first hot lick of Inho’s tongue.

Inho hummed in response, which sent vibrations through Gihun’s whole body. Now he was spreading Gihun open, going in slow motions, encouraging him to go back and forth while doing so. He was gently caressing Gihun’s thighs, grabbing his cheeks and leaving hot trails of saliva between licks. It was all too much for Gihun. He tried to steady himself by holding onto the armrest as he threw his head back from the pleasure. 

Inho pulled away to get some air. His hands were still tightened around Gihun’s thighs, and Gihun was sure that he was going to leave bruises all over them. 

“Fuck… Gihun, I swear, nothing tastes as good as you. I could come just from tasting you.” Inho murmured and pressed a wet kiss on Gihun’s inner thigh.

The praise pushed Gihun over the edge, he felt like he was going to explode any second now.

“Inho… I’m–” Gihun whimpered.

Inho could feel that Gihun was getting close by the way he clenched around his tongue. That earned him a firm, rewarding slap that echoed in the living room, urging Gihun to finish.

It made Gihun jump. “What the–!” He couldn’t form any coherent thought right now, as if that wasn’t enough, he could hear Inho giggling beneath him. 

Inho’s hand moved to Gihun’s front, giving his balls a firm squeeze that almost made Gihun see stars. He couldn’t take this any longer, so when Inho’s finger pressed on his perineum, massaging his prostate from the outside, it was all it took. Gihun came hard, crying out Inho’s name as hot spurts of cum were painting his stomach. Inho began to gently caress his thighs, helping him calm down. 

“God, Inho…” Gihun choked out, rolling off him. He felt as if he was made of jelly. 

Inho turned to him and prepped himself on one arm. “Am I forgiven now?” He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, shut up.” Gihun snapped, his eyes closed as he was still coming down from his orgasm.

Inho smiled to himself, feeling his own erection twitching. His hand went to Gihun’s spent cock, giving it a few testing strokes. Gihun hissed in response, he was still very sensitive. He opened his eyes at the feeling and glared down at his husband, who was now scooping up his hot mess, smearing it in circles and other shapes Gihun didn’t even try to identify. At some point he recognized that Inho was writing his own name.

“You’re out of your mind.” Gihun said.

“Why are you surprised? You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” Inho murmured. “I love how jealous you can get,” he didn’t stop moving his finger and looked Gihun straight in the eyes. “It makes me want to fuck you dumb.” As Inho was slowly dragging his finger to his mouth to suck the remains of Gihun’s release, Gihun slapped his hand to stop him. 

His sudden move made Inho’s eyes widen. “What?” he asked, unashamedly.

“Pervert.” 

“You love it.” Inho teased, as he moved them swiftly, and now he was towering over Gihun. “Don’t you, hyung?” he whispered, lips brushing on Gihun’s.

Gihun was speechless, so he slowly closed his eyes, taking in Inho’s scent and waiting for a kiss.

Inho dragged his tongue through the circle of Gihun’s soft lips, asking for an invitation. Gihun responded by slightly opening his mouth, almost unconsciously, letting him in. The kiss was deep, almost carnal, and Gihun could taste himself on Inho’s hot lips. He bit back a moan when Inho sucked on his tongue, and he could feel their saliva mixing together. Inho must’ve felt it too since he lightly bit on Gihun’s tongue to tease him even more. He was moving like a craving man, and it was proven by the way he was leaking all over Gihun now.

Gihun breathed into Inho’s mouth, “Inho… You’re leaking all over me,” he whispered. 

“I know,” Inho agreed, “And I’m going to fill you up with so much that I’ll be leaking out of you for the next three days.” He mumbled. 

Gihun played dumb, as if he didn’t quite grasp what Inho had just said. He avoided eye contact, but the small twitch of his cock betrayed him. Inho froze, genuinely shocked because Gihun had finished a couple of minutes ago.

“Look at me,” he said quietly, holding Gihun’s chin. 

Their eyes met, and for a brief second neither of them spoke. Gihun swallowed, his voice soft and shy. “Continue.”

Inho’s lips curved into a faint smile, “Yeah?” he asked. “You’re enjoying this?”

All Gihun could do was nod, he could feel the hot blood running through his entire body. He was feeling quite embarrassed since he knew if he looked in the mirror right now, he would be seeing a Gihun who’s red as fuck, all through his ears to his cheeks.

Inho was enjoying how his bratty husband could go from being a tease to a blushing mess in seconds. He wanted to show how much he appreciated him. 

“Gihun, you know I only want you, right?” He asked, as he leaned in to plant kisses on Gihun’s neck. “And I don’t care if that makes me a pervert, but I want you in every way possible. In every way you’ll let me have you.” He breathed him in, dragging his sharp nose through Gihun’s delicate neck. “So don’t ever shy away from me. All I want is to please you, and you to let me in.” He grazed the skin with his teeth, careful not to hurt Gihun, secured it with a lick. “Can you do that for me? Please?”

“Yes… I can.” Gihun nodded.

Inho’s smile against his neck, right where his earlobe ended made him melt. Inho knew it was Gihun’s favorite place to be kissed, and that it would drive him crazy each time. ‪“That’s my good boy.” he said, as he slowly guided Gihun, changing their position. Now Gihun was on top of him, looking at him with eyes full of impatience. 

Inho led the way, settling him on his lap by running his thumbs on the side of Gihun’s tired hips, paying close attention to his hip dips, exploring the soft skin and how it responded to his touch by shivering immediately. “I want you on top of me when I’m opening you up, is that okay?” he suggested. “I want to see how good you ride me.”

Gihun made a wild sound in response, brows curved in pleasure as Inho’s hands slowly went lower, cupping the swell of Gihun’s round, soft ass. He spread his cheeks, feeling the burning hole with his fingers while parting him, lightly rubbing against it. “So wet and open for me.” 

Inho reached between them, guiding his cock to Gihun’s entrance, and started dragging the tip through it. Gihun let out a gasp, feeling the throbbing head, slick with precum against his rim. “Inho… Please.” he begged.

“So eager…” Inho murmured as he watched his tip slowly disappearing into Gihun, not sinking in fully, preventing Gihun from lowering himself. 

“Oh, fuck…” they both said at the same time, throwing their heads back, trembling.

“Fuck, I missed you.” Inho was giving it his all to hold back.

“I need you, Inho.” Gihun pleaded, he was breathless already from all the tension. 

“Patience, baby,” Inho whispered. “Look at you, you’re doing so good for me. So tight, so inviting. All for me, right?”

“Please… I can’t. I need–” Gihun was moaning, he couldn’t stop himself from doing so. He started rolling his hips helplessly, searching for friction. His attempt was not successful, as Inho was still holding him in place.

Inho watched the sweat running down Gihun’s forehead, making his hair stick to his temple as he slowly approached to take a lick. His eyes betrayed him, thankfully, as he saw Gihun’s hardened cock. “Mmm… Welcome back, hyung. Restless, are we?” His voice was low and mocking, sending shivers down Gihun’s spine. 

“If you’re not planning on fucking me soon, you might as well continue watching your damn movie. Maybe you’d rather fuck Neo instead.” Gihun snapped.

It was enough to provoke Inho, who immediately bucked his hips up, catching Gihun completely off guard. He grabbed Gihun’s ass and squeezed it hard enough to leave marks.

“Fuck!” Gihun hissed, as Inho stretched him. He was looking up at Gihun, grunting loudly. When Gihun tried to match his moves, he warned him. 

“Don’t move. Feel me for a minute. Do you feel it aching inside of you? You think I would ache for anyone else but you?” He said, without breaking eye contact. His eyes were searching for an answer, but Gihun was too flustered to even let out a smile. He just let himself feel Inho throbbing inside of him. 

“I’m all yours, like how you were made for me to love, to fill, to devour.” His hands were all over Gihun now, securing him. 

Gihun’s nails were scratching down Inho’s back, full of lust. He didn’t dare to speak, he wanted to hear Inho shower him with compliments. 

“You look so handsome, taking me in so deep.” Inho praised. 

Gihun responded by squeezing himself around Inho, trying to adjust to his size. He was dying to move, but he didn’t want to disappoint his husband. He would wait for Inho to let him. “I do?” He asked with a low voice, looking at the man under him through his eyelashes. 

“Yes, and even that is an understatement. You look gorgeous, Gihun. I don’t think you understand the way I worship you.” Inho was fixing the hair falling down Gihun’s face as a way to subtly make him look at him properly. “That’s it… let me in.”

They both sighed in satisfaction when Inho finally bottomed out. He slowly started moving, encouraging Gihun to ride him with a firm grip on his ass. “Show it to me, baby. I want to watch nothing else but you.”

As Gihun finally started moving in a torturously slow way, he felt the thick heat in his core, stretching him out. His movements were lazy, thighs trembling as he was going up and down, back and forth, grinding. After a short time, his legs started giving out. 

Inho noticed as Gihun’s moves got looser and he struggled to find the right rhythm. “Hey, you need a little help there? We can just take it slow, don’t rush.” He moved his hand to Gihun’s bicep, gently rubbing with his thumb.

“No! I just–” Gihun’s voice was hoarse. 

“I know, it’s okay,” Inho understood immediately. “Turn around. Let’s get you comfortable.” 

Inho was facing Gihun’s back now. He lined himself up, his head poking Gihun’s still open entrance. Gihun leaned back to Inho’s chest to steady himself as Inho bent his knees slightly to find the best angle. His palm was splashed on Gihun’s stomach, the sweaty and cum-covered skin making it stay sealed. 

“Is it better now?” Inho whispered, biting Gihun’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, much better,” Gihun let out a breathless laugh. “You can move.”

The first few thrusts were shallow, but it soon became more confident. Inho was trying to find a rhythm, holding the sides of Gihun’s thighs to get strength as he planted wet messy kisses all over his back. Gihun was still trembling, all he could do was go back and forth to meet Inho’s movements. 

Gihun felt exposed and full, cursing under his breath. His fingers slid into Inho’s hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. 

“I could stay like this forever,” Inho kept kissing his back, dragging his nose from Gihun’s shoulder up to his neck, drinking in the smell of faint cologne coated by sweat, mesmerizing him. “Am I making you feel good, Gihun?” He persisted, wanting to be praised by his husband as his thrusts got frantic, too in heat to hold back.

Gihun could feel how Inho shivered, and how his breathing changed. He was not any better, whenever Inho hit that sweet spot, it was as if he was about to faint. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Gihun whispered, nuzzling and nibbling on his ear.

This comment earned him a hard slap in the ass, making him yelp. “You’re walking on thin ice.” Inho said in a fit of pique.

“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” He was panting between words, his cock too sensitive, begging to be touched. 

“I will fuck the brat out of you,” He warned Gihun. “I want to make you come even harder than before. I want to feel your legs shake when I fuck you deep.” Inho was fucking up to him ruthlessly, noticing how the slap made Gihun squeeze around him. He wanted to feel it again, slapping harder this time. The response was immediate, it was hard to differ if Gihun’s whimpering or his tight grip was the thing that made Inho’s blood flow through the veins along his cock even more, if possible.

“I know you like it,” Inho said, his eyes wide open, as he pounded into Gihun. “Probably more than you’d ever want to admit.” 

“Oh, do you? You keep talking about how much you want to fill me up, yet you’re not doing anything to actually make it happen.” He tried to keep his composure, attempting to sound confident to tease Inho, although it was undeniable that Gihun was affected by the words, and the way Inho knew his body so well that each thrust was driving him insane. 

That was it. Inho pulled out carefully, making Gihun feel empty. They both hissed at the same time, the air hitting Inho’s sensitive cock while Gihun’s pulsing hole was trying to adjust to the emptiness. 

He grabbed Gihun by his waist, turning him around and finally facing the brat who is a complete mess right now. Disheveled hair, sweat all over his face matching his teary eyes, mouth slightly open enough for Inho to just grab him by the neck and suck on his soft lips.

Gihun would lie if he said that the way Inho handled him didn’t stir something in him. 

“Gihun… I know how badly you want me. And I know you’re putting this act on to provoke me,” He gave him a firm stroke, painfully slow, circling the wet tip and pressing on his overly sensitive slit. “Your cock, and the way you’re responding, tells me everything.”

Inho didn’t let this misery last for too long as they both were already overwhelmed with need. He wrapped one arm under Gihun’s ass, holding him by the thighs, one hand landed on his back holding him in place as he lifted them up. Gihun’s slick cock was caged between them, leaking all over their stomachs.

Inho was standing on his knees now, squeezing and spreading his husband’s ass trying to hold him in place, while Gihun instinctively wrapped his legs around Inho’s waist. In one sharp movement he impaled Gihun on his cock, making him whimper. This new angle was electrifying, it was obvious that they weren’t going to last long from the nonstop moans that echoed through the walls and how Gihun was clenching around Inho. 

“Fuck… Gihun, don’t do that,” Inho grunted, knowing he would barely last seconds with the way Gihun was wrapping him around. He was so close to losing it, but he also wanted it to last. Inho kept thrusting into him, even though his movements became sloppier and hard to control. 

“Do what?” Gihun asked, looking at him with an innocent gaze, tightening around him once again while doing so, driving Inho crazy. The way Inho grew more desperate and vocal second by second made him very pleased. It was a challenge for Gihun now, to see how much Inho could keep himself before he lost control, and how louder he could get. His precum on their stomachs mixing with their sweat blended with the musky smell of the candles they kept lit after the dinner, creating a scent that belonged to them only. It was almost sacred, theirs to savor, to drown in, to possess, to obsess.

The sultry feeling of it, the way Gihun teased Inho, was too much for him to maintain his composure. He knew better than to let Gihun keep doing this, he wanted to be inside of him a little longer, on top of him. Full of greed and ruthlessness, he still made sure that he was gentle with Gihun, lying him on his back unhurriedly and finally having his husband under him, taking a second to look at how attractive he is, faint marks on his neck, lips tempting to be bitten and so red, as well as his ears, which Inho thinks is the most adorable thing ever. The way they were both out of breath, tired but still not daring to close their eyes for one second as if they both were scared to miss something. 

“You have no idea how mesmerizing you look right now,” Inho whispered, his voice thick with awe.

“Please, Inho,” Gihun gasped. “I… I need—”

“I need it too. Hold on for me, baby. Just a little longer, yeah? I’ve got you.”

They both were quite familiar with this position, so it didn’t take Inho too long to find the right angle. He was gradually finding the pace, being softer than usual as Gihun was very sensitive and on the edge. 

“Fuck, just like that! You’re so deep, please,” Gihun was whimpering nonstop, his words coming out as cries. He was rambling in Inho’s ear, don’t stop, go harder, baby, I can’t—, was all Inho could make out. The way Gihun’s hot breath, covered with his moans filled his ear, was driving Inho crazy. He felt like he could finish just from hearing Gihun whining, begging, pleading for him. 

Gihun was ruthless, his hands were all over Inho, scratching down his chest, thumbs grazing his nipples, tracing the vein on his neck that looks like it’s about to pop because of how hard he’s keeping himself from fucking Gihun senseless. It was clear that Gihun was trying to make him do so, and they both knew it.

The feeling of Gihun’s hands wandering around was making him both shiver and heat up, moan and grunt, melt and stiffen. 

“You’re beautiful,” Inho said, pressing a kiss to Gihun’s open mouth. “You’re mine, and I want to finish deep inside you.” 

“Yes, fuck, you feel so good inside of me. I’m yours,” His voice was raspy, out of breath, helpless. Inho was getting faster, as Gihun wished, and it was any second now for him to come, making yet another mess with his untouched cock. The way he was constantly hitting that one spot that made him feral, he bit on Inho’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a deep, hungry mark. “Show me you’re mine, too. Mark me now, Inho.” He said, soft lips against the teeth mark on Inho’s shoulder, leaving a wet, soothing kiss. The contrast in Gihun’s touches was maddening to Inho, he was pulsing inside him, about to lose it all. 

“Inho… I’m close.”

So was Inho. 

“Are you ready, hyung? Are you ready to let go for me again?” Inho’s fingers curled around Gihun’s cock in a tight grip, feeling the heavy throb against his palm. 

“Yes, please,” Gihun whispered, barely audible, Inho’s touch on his hardness making him close his eyes.

“Tsk, I didn’t hear you,” He clicked his tongue, moving his other hand through Gihun’s stomach, pressing. “Say it louder.” 

Gihun was trying to move his hips, to fuck into Inho’s hand. So, no answer, Inho thought, and caged Gihun even more, leaving no room between them, making him unable to move up. 

“Fuck, yes, Inho,” Gihun moaned loudly, giving Inho exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Just like that,” Inho praised him. “I love you so much.” His palm started exploring around Gihun’s stomach, making his muscles tighten. “Do you feel the way I’m filling you? Do you know how good you wrap around me?” He was lazily stroking Gihun, enough to make him cry from pleasure but never enough to make him finally come undone. “I could stay like this forever, keep you all to myself. Wouldn’t even mind dying like this.” 

He thought he sounded romantic, but Gihun was actually about to die like this. “For fuck’s sake, Inho, you’re going to kill me, and we will actually have to stay like this forever because it’s embarrassing how long you’ve been edging the both of us.” He was so done.

“You feel amazing, I just can’t get enough of you.” Inho was now the crying one. 

Gihun ran his hand through Inho’s damp hair, looking at him teary-eyed.

“You make me feel amazing,” He felt Inho’s hand around his cock tighten at his praise, stroking him faster. Oh. Inho really wanted to be praised. 

Inho’s eyes were half closed, as if he was drowning in Gihun’s praise. Gihun took advantage of this moment of vulnerability, wrapping his hand around Inho’s neck lightly, stroking the Adam's apple with his thumb. “Look at me, baby,” he tightened his hand a little, and felt Inho throb even more. He knew it was something Inho liked, when he put him in his place. “Look at us, watch how open I am for you.” Inho obeyed, looked down and watched himself go in and out of Gihun, stretching him, speechless. “See? You can have me however you want to,” he said. Take what you need, Inho. I’m all yours.”

All Inho could reply with was a loud moan, he was still watching very attentively. “Can you…” He stopped himself. 

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it.” Gihun was watching Inho now, waiting for his answer. Even if he knew what he was going to hear. 

“It’s nothing,” Inho looked at him. He was a terrible liar. 

“Don’t be shy, you can tell me. You know I won’t judge you. Say it and I might just give it to you.” Gihun teased, as he kept stroking Inho’s sweaty neck.

It was quite hard for Inho to say what he wanted. Not because he thought Gihun would judge him, but because he knew he wouldn’t last a second the moment Gihun gave him what he wanted. And that would be quite humbling. 

“I… I know you won’t,” he laughed nervously, “It’s just that, it’s not that important. Forget about it.” He tried to change the subject, “You looked gorgeous tonight.”

“Says you. When I saw you wearing that damn turtleneck,” he sighed, “I wished that it was me who was wrapped around your neck.” Gihun was willing to wait forever just to hear him use his words. 

“Oh fuck…” Inho whimpered. “You see right through me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have to hear you say it. Use your words for me, or I’m not going to help you with that.”

“Gihun…”

“Come on, go ahead, baby. Don’t you want to give me what I want?”  

“You’re not making it easier for me.”

Gihun laughed at him, “Please. You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can do it.” 

The mocking turned Inho even more, as it also encouraged him in a way. His thrusts were harder now, he kept fucking Gihun with a brutal pace as he leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I want you to choke me harder, hyung. Strangle me with those pretty fingers and I’ll thank you.” 

“As you wish.” Gihun did not waste a second, flipping them, very much pleased with what his husband just said. He was on top once again, with a very nice view under him, completely ruined. Inho was looking at him, waiting for him to do something, anything. Gihun took a moment to check him out, scratch marks, bitten shoulder, wet lips, and a promise of bruises around his neck. He could see it already, he wondered if Inho would get hard by looking at the marks later. He was going to make sure he gets hard. Not wanting to keep him waiting, he wrapped his hand around Inho’s neck, again, harder this time. 

Inho kept looking at him like he was about to ask for more, so Gihun tightened his hand, raising his eyebrows. Inho nodded, encouraging him to not hold back.

“Just so you know, I don’t mind if you go a little harder. But this is okay too, it’s up to y-”

Gihun didn’t let him finish, he gave him what he wanted. That earned him a loud moan, and Inho tried fucking up to him, but Gihun did not let him as he started going back and forth, chasing his own release, getting strength from the hand wrapped around Inho’s neck, suffocating him. He lowered his head; his face was within a hair’s breadth of Inho's now. He kissed him messily, moaning into his warm mouth as he was riding him, almost cruelly. Inho was too far gone to kiss him properly, he let Gihun take what he needed. Gihun let go of his lips, not before tugging on the lower lip and biting down hard. It was animalistic, Inho was looking up at him infatuatedly, obsessed with the way how greedy Gihun was for him. He grabbed him by the hips, making Gihun grind harder, not taking his eyes off for a second. 

“Give it to me, Inho. Come for me.” His voice was raspy and thick with need. 

It unravelled Inho completely. With one last deep thrust, pressing up to him, Inho came and his whole body seized, back arching off the bed. 

Gihun kept riding him through his orgasm, filling him up with waves of heat, spilling inside of him for what felt like almost hours. His grip on Gihun’s ass was bruising, pushing him as deep as possible. As Gihun felt his hot release warming up his walls, he finally let go, coming untouched all over Inho’s stomach, painting him. The sounds were nasty, neither of them gave a fuck, they were too far gone. Gihun collapsed on top of Inho, breathless, hand still loosely around Inho’s neck. Inho kept fucking his cum into Gihun, showering him with praise, one hand on his hair, stroking.

“You did so good,” Inho whispered, as he slowly kept rolling his hips, “I can’t let go of you, is it selfish of me to not want you to leak a single drop?”

“No,” Gihun mumbled under his breath. “Don’t pull out yet.”

“Was not planning on it.” Inho wrapped his arms around Gihun’s waist, stroking his back, dragging his fingers until Gihun’s breathing finally steadied. “You know, I really like the jealous Gihun.”

“Mhm… Of course you do.” Gihun was quiet now, and very needy. “Keep playing with my hair.” 

Inho laughed, placing a kiss on Gihun’s temple. “I wouldn’t dare to stop.”

“Good.” Gihun was nuzzling into his neck, smelling him, sighing in pleasure and love. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until their sticky bodies went cold and Inho felt Gihun shivering.

“We should move,” he muttered, despite not wanting to. 

“Hmmm…” He held Gihun tight, careful not to hurt him as he slowly turned them to the side. He slowly pulled out of him, and immediately regretted this because now the couch was completely stained. “Fuck, Gihun, you’re leaking so much.”  

“Don’t act so surprised now. You are the one who’s obsessed with filling me up.”

“Maybe if we try hard enough…” Inho whispered. 

Gihun blushed. “Cut the bullshit.”

Inho laughed, shaking his head as he got up to get a cloth. “You are the one who blushed,” he yelled on his way to the bathroom. 

A minute later, he came back with a wet cloth, and to Gihun’s surprise, he also brought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

“I thought you might need this.” Inho said, as he started cleaning Gihun gently. “You know, since you outdid yourself. Twice with no breaks, hyung. You never fail to amaze me.”

“And who was begging for it?” Gihun teased.

“You and I both, right? Or should I remind you?” 

Gihun rolled his eyes, ignoring this comment. “Will you smoke one with me?”

“If you want.” Inho replied, while cleaning himself. 

He wasn’t a smoker, but he wasn’t dumb enough to reject his husband asking to smoke a cigarette with him after sex. He would only smoke with Gihun, on special occasions. In his mind, it made him feel connected to Gihun even more, in every aspect. He did not want to miss out on experiencing a single thing with him. And Gihun looking hot as fuck whenever they shared a cigarette after sex didn’t hurt either.

Shortly after opening the window, he joined Gihun on the couch, pulling the blanket over them, wrapping his arm around Gihun. Gihun took one cigarette out of the pack, put it between his lips, and lit it up while Inho watched his lips. He took a drag and sighed, putting the cigarette between Inho’s lips, who gladly took it and repeated his moves. The smoke hitting his lungs just enhanced the post-sex euphoria, he was glad he didn’t cough and embarrass himself. His eyes were on Gihun, as if he was asking if he did good. Gihun must have noticed it, as he wasted no second to praise him. “See, you’re getting better at this. We have sex a few more times and you’ll start blowing smoke rings.” 

Inho was blushing at both the compliment and the joke. He watched as Gihun kept smoking, the way his lips wrapped around the cigarette, watched how his chest went up and down, the way his slender fingers were holding it. It was like watching a ritual, he wanted to slap himself for being so intrigued by someone smoking, but it was not like he could help it. He made it look like something so special.

“You’re staring.” Gihun said without even looking in Inho’s direction. He could feel his piercing gaze. 

“I’m admiring. Does it bother you?” 

Gihun didn’t say anything. He took another drag as he turned to Inho, gently holding his chin, his thumb making its way to Inho’s lower lip as he got closer, asking for an invite. Inho slightly opened his lips, closing the gap between them impatiently as Gihun blew the smoke inside his mouth, letting Inho inhale it, and kept kissing him. The kiss was messy, they both were tired, but their tongues were still fighting for dominance. Until Gihun lightly bit on Inho’s tongue, then he let Gihun take control, kiss him however he wanted to. They kissed until the cigarette on Gihun’s hand was about to go out, then, he took one last drag and leaned to the table, put it out on the ashtray. Inho wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back, making him giggle. They were cuddling now, not caring how they reeked of smoke, sweat dried down their bodies, messy hair that was making them look stupid. None of them mattered as long as they were connected, holding each other, joking, praising, admiring.

“Happy new year, baby,” Inho whispered as he planted kisses on Gihun’s shoulder. 

“Happy new year, loser. We didn’t even eat dessert. All because of that damn movie.” Gihun said, but there was no annoyance in his voice. He was feeling blissful. 

“I don’t know about you, but I ate dessert. And it was fucking delicious.” 

Gihun laughed, lightly slapping Inho’s hand. “Dumbass.”

“You love it.” Inho took his hand and kissed it.

”Yeah… I really do.” Gihun smiled to himself, feeling everything all at once. He was glowing, he had never felt this way before. Inho made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He would always know what to say, how to make him feel safe, how to laugh.

He took Inho’s arm that was hugging him from the back and tightened it around himself, wrapping his arm on top of Inho’s, holding his hand. They were snuggled up, lingering in the warmth of their post-sex haze. Their scents mingling, forming something so special and divine only to them. This combination made Gihun’s head spin. The smoke curling up around them like a soft fog, the dim light of the candles, the empty wine glasses… This was their sanctuary.

Outside distant fireworks were starting to crackle, their colors flashing through the curtains, a reminder that it was almost midnight. 

Gihun was starstruck by the vibrant hue of the fireworks, watching them through the window, lifting his head to see it properly. “Wow, baby, look at this. Isn’t it amazing?” He asked without taking his eyes off the window. 

Inho replied, smiling, “Mhm… But I’ve got the best view right here, in front of me.” burying his face into Gihun’s neck, not even acknowledging what was going on behind the window. 

Gihun turned around to Inho, laughing. “You’re so silly.” He looked at him, cupping Inho’s face in his hands, fingers framing his jawline, his lips, his sharp nose. Inho was smiling from ear to ear, he took Gihun’s hand and started kissing each finger, his way to say thank you. Gihun was watching him while he did so, his cheeks a little flushed. Inho put Gihun’s hand on his cheek, wanting it to stay there for a while. 

They sat in silence, watching each other, strokes on hands, eyes shining. Gihun was the one to break the silence. “Can you believe this is our first New Year’s after getting married? It feels like a dream.” 

Inho nodded. He took a moment to think, his eyes never leaving Gihun. It was crazy to him that he’d made this far. He felt so lucky, almost in disbelief that all of his decisions, the good and bad, every dead-end street, led him straight to Gihun. He could never imagine that one day, being loved would be less terrifying. And now, he was feeling it every day. Each day, Gihun would do something special just to remind him that, yes, he was also worth loving. He hoped that Gihun felt exactly the same, because this feeling was not just love, or admiration, or even obsession. It was what kept him alive, what gave him hope.

“What are you thinking about?” Gihun tilted his head.

“I feel so lucky to have you. I love you, Gihun. Thank you for making me believe in myself again.” Inho said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gihun was not expecting this, he thought he would be getting a playful answer. He was speechless, his eyes brimmed with tears. Hearing these from Inho made Gihun feel so proud of him. He worked so hard to be able to express his feelings, and he did it all for Gihun. It was one of the things that made Gihun fall in love with him, he wouldn’t even hesitate to try for Gihun, even when he was scared. 

“I love you so much. I’m so in love that I might stop breathing.” He replied, trying not to let the tears fall. 

The fireworks interrupted their emotional moment. The clock struck midnight, distracting Gihun from the tears threatening to flow down. “Happy new year, baby,” he whispered, as he leaned into Inho’s face, kissing it all over, making sure to not miss a spot. It made Inho laugh, trying to kiss him back, failing, the kisses missing Gihun’s lips. He wanted to return the favor, so he grabbed Gihun’s face and kissed him properly. They both melted into the kiss, not trying to initiate anything more, but wanting to show their love for each other. 

Gihun broke the kiss to speak. “I guess we’re sleeping here tonight?”

“Hmm… I’m feeling pretty comfortable right now. I don’t want to move.” Inho murmured. 

Gihun grinned.  “Well… Maybe you want to continue the movie?” He teased Inho, once again. 

Inho shut him up with a kiss. 

What a way to start the year.