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Intak was half asleep before his head even hit the pillows. The impact of his back falling onto the bed punches a weak groan out of him, followed by another small groan as another body drapes on top of him.
Intak subconsciously wraps his arms around Jiung, recognizing the distinct smell of his shampoo almost immediately–a musky, floral scent that Intak was well used to by now.
He peeks one of his eyes open, observing the ceiling fan above him spin around and around. It almost puts him in a trance, his eyes trying to follow the blades individually but failing due to how fast it was going.
Cold fingers grazing the bare skin of his waist snaps him out of the daze, and he lazily turns his head to look at the man currently curled up on his left side. Jiung watches his own fingers as they ghost underneath Intak’s shirt, fingertips giving light presses as they explore.
Intak stays quiet, observing Jiung. His hair is slightly unkempt, a few strands noticeably sticking out in the opposite direction, but it still manages to look perfect. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, like he’s thinking deeply about something–that thing being unknown to Intak (which bothered him, but he didn’t want to impose).
Jiung hums, his fingers trailing back down to Intak’s hips and stopping where the waistband of his sweatpants begin. They curl around the hem of Intak’s baggy t-shirt, hovering for a moment. Intak barely noticed, too entranced by the way Jiung’s eyelashes came down when he blinked, only to come up again when he opened his eyes.
His eyes were a stunning shade of brown that reminded Intak of a deep, rich chocolate. Not the normal kind of chocolate that you could get at the store, but rather the kind of chocolate that was placed as a decoration on one of those little dessert plates you would get at some super fancy restaurant that would cost a fortune.
And Intak–bless his poor, weak soul–would easily pay double the amount just to be able to gaze at it every single minute of every single day.
Before Intak can spiral into one of his is this what love feels like? rants inside of his head, Jiung’s serene voice speaks out clearly into the quiet room and scrambles his thoughts to the farthest end of his brain.
“Arms up, please?” Intak must have really been out of it, because he barely noticed when Jiung tugged up his shirt to reveal the bare expanse of his chest to the cold air. Wordlessly, Intak follows Jiung’s orders, sitting up to lift his arms up and help Jiung get his shirt off.
Jiung gives him an appreciative smile, smushing the shirt into a ball so he can throw it onto the floor beside the bed. Intak returns the smile, beaming with pride as he gazes at his boyfriend. Jiung chuckles, thinking about how if Intak had a tail like a puppy, it would be wagging like crazy.
They settle back down into their original spots, this time with a half naked Intak and a very content Jiung. The latter wraps his arms around Intak’s torso, stuffing his face into his side. His warm breath tickles Intak’s skin like a gentle breeze, and his arms envelop him like an irresistibly comfy blanket.
They were completely free for the afternoon, which was a once-in-a-lifetime rare experience for them, so they decided to spend it with some well earned rest. Both of their phones were set on to not disturb, but not before they had sent out a text to the group chat saying whoever tries to crash in on their alone time will be beheaded publicly.
Maybe that wasn’t the nicest way of saying it, but it worked for them, and all the members would for sure take a hint from it to not under any circumstances bother them. Intak gives himself a mental pat on the back.
Jiung shifts closer, basically laying on top of Intak now, his face stuffed into Intak’s shoulder. His limbs wrap around Intak, caging him in with one arm and one leg. Intak doesn’t even try to fight it, because this was their alone time. He knew Jiung needed space to do whatever he wanted for the time being. Which was, apparently, being as close to Intak as physically possible.
Intak thinks he hears something like a muffled voice, but it’s too quiet to make out. He decides to just ignore it, staring up at the ceiling like it was something fascinating. (It was just a plain white wall, to be honest, but Intak found joy in the simple things.)
“You’re warm,” Jiung repeats, his voice slightly less muffled as he lifts his head away from Intak’s shoulder. Intak takes his attention off of the ceiling, adjusting himself so he can look Jiung in the eyes. There’s that perfectly beautiful shade of brown again.
“It’s one of the human bodies' many functions to radiate heat, yes.” Intak replies, raising an eyebrow at Jiung’s sleepy face. “You gonna go to sleep?” He asks, his voice gentle as he reaches a hand up to brush down some of Jiung’s stray hairs that were poking up. As if on que, Jiung lets out a huge yawn, squeezing his eyes shut as he stretches out one arm.
He shakes his head, his arm plopping back down onto Intak. “Nah,” His voice is laced with drowsiness, and he presses his forehead to Intak’s shoulder with a heavy sigh. His eyes were barely able to stay open for more than thirty seconds. “Got other plans I need to get done.” He says, a smirk crawling up his face as he looks back up at Intak.
Another eyebrow raise. “Oh? What plans?” Intak’s eyes widen slightly, and he places a hand around Jiung like he was going to just spring up and leave right then and there. Jiung lets out a laugh, pushing himself up onto one elbow.
“You wanna find out now?” Jiung asks, tilting his head to the side playfully. Intak’s eyes are narrow now, a little suspicious on what exactly Jiung was talking about. He suddenly didn’t seem to appear tired, his eyes wide and awake as he peered down at Intak with a big grin.
Intak sighs, dropping his head back onto the pillow behind him. It had a silk pillowcase, which was advertised to reduce friction and prevent tangling while also providing comfort that most pillowcases don’t have. The company suggested they all get some, to keep their hair protected and looking clean at all times.
Intak didn’t really care much about how his hair looked on most occasions, but their stylists did. He had taken their word for it and gotten them, even though he hasn’t seen much of a difference so far. He will admit it though–they are comfortable.
“What will happen when I say yes?” Intak exhales, exhaustion unavoidably taking over his voice as he lifts his head. Jiung just giggles again, lifting himself up more to properly straddle Intak’s hips. Intak doesn’t think much of it, running a hand through his hair as he blows air out of his mouth. “Somehow I don’t trust–”
Intak shuts his mouth as Jiung grinds down onto him, trying not to let a groan escape his mouth. His hands fly to Jiung’s sides, grabbing him roughly as he throws his head back. “Oh, fuck–” He grits, feeling Jiung’s ass press down onto his crotch at a perfect angle that has him fighting demons. “Jiung–” He wheezes, squeezing his hold on Jiung’s waist.
“I was gonna–ugh–wait for a bit, but you just had to ask, hm?” Jiung says, his hands feeling around Intak’s chest. Intak lets out a tiny whimper, hesitantly grinding upwards to meet Jiung’s hips. “Always so–shit,” Jiung stutters on a particularly harsh grind, hips going still in Intak’s hold. “Always so needy.”
Intak thrusts up gently, another whimper escaping his lips. “Jiung,” He whispers, his eyelashes fluttering shut as Jiung gives another grind down onto his crotch. “Please,” Jiung stops again, watching Intak as his eyebrows pinch up and his eyes open again.
“What, puppy? What do you want?” Jiung coos, leaning closer to Intak with a gentle smile. He places a hand on Intak’s cheek, caressing his cheekbone with his thumb.
“Please, Jiung, I’ll make you feel good, please,” Intak begs, hands trailing down Jiung’s thighs and up towards his ass. Jiung leans in for a kiss, catching Intak’s bottom lip in his teeth before sucking on it. Intak tilts his head up to deepen the kiss, manually grinding Jiung’s hips down onto his. His breath stutters, gasping into Jiung’s lips, and Jiung pokes his tongue through to explore Intak’s mouth.
“I know you will,” Jiung murmurs onto Intak’s lips, their warm breaths mingling together where their mouths meet. They both pause, catching their breath while staring into each other's eyes. Intak couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, letting out an amused huff.
Jiung laughs in return, staying still for another minute before pulling away. He tugs his shirt off, chucking it in the general direction of where their laundry basket was. Intak couldn’t even care to check if it landed anywhere near the bin, his hands reaching out to touch every inch of bare skin he could reach.
“Missed you.” Jiung whispers, leaning down to give Intak another kiss. Intak wraps his arms around Jiung, flipping them around on the mattress. He lays Jiung down onto the sheets delicately, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“You see me almost every day, mouse.” Intak teases, sitting up on the bed to pull down his sweatpants. Jiung enjoys the view, his hands resting at his sides. Intak pulls one leg through, and he struggles to pull his other leg through due to his pace, but he eventually gets them off and throws them on top of his shirt, which is currently abandoned on the ground.
Intak crawls back up the bed to meet Jiung, whose eyes are sparkling. “Not like this, no.” He says, running a hand up Intak’s arm. Intak watches his expression, noticing the slight tint of blush on his cheeks. Cute.
“I wish we could do this more often.” Intak sighs, taking Jiung’s hand in his own to kiss each individual knuckle. Jiung blushes harder, but he doesn’t falter. He squeezes Intak’s hand, looking up at him with love and adoration in his eyes as a silent agreement.
It’s Jiung’s turn to take off his pants, and it joins the growing pile of clothes at the foot of their bed. They stay in their boxers, staring at each other like a couple of idiots.
Intak can’t even remember the last time they’ve had proper time to themselves like this. It was always stolen kisses or lingering touches that couldn’t ever evolve into something more because of their tight work schedules, and the fact that they have to keep their relationship a secret.
It gets frustrating at times, but they’ve managed to sneak in little moments where they both have a tiny break or a short amount of time to themselves between interviews and practice time. They had given up on hiding it from their members a long time ago, as all of them had a tendency to be a tad bit nosy.
“Stop staring like a dumbass and do something.” Jiung mutters, laying back on the sheets with a bored expression. Intak scoffs, rolling his eyes at Jiung’s pout. He suddenly grabs hold of Jiung, laying flat on top of him and crushing him under his weight. Jiung grunts, pushing at his shoulders. “Hey! Get off me!” He yells, trying to conceal his laughter.
“You told me to do something!” Intak protests, pressing kisses all over Jiung’s face. His lips trail over Jiung’s forehead, down his nose, on his eyelids (Jiung giggles at that), on his cheeks, over his jaw, and back up again to meet his lips. He kisses Jiung slowly, savoring the taste of his mouth and the sounds he makes.
The kiss goes deeper, becoming more heated as Intak’s hands roam around Jiung’s body. He leaves Jiung’s lips, giving one last soft peck before kissing down the column of his throat. Intak couldn’t even begin to describe how much he loves the beautiful sounds Jiung makes as he sucks little marks onto the skin of his neck.
He makes sure not to go too hard-core this time, only giving kisses that would for sure fade by the time they had to get back to work. He wishes he could give more, though. He wishes he could give Jiung dark red marks that would last for days, just to show everyone that Jiung is his.
Of course, Jiung would beat him to death if he ever decided to do that, so little bites and light kisses would have to suffice.
Intak’s fingers travel down to the waistband of Jiung’s boxers, and he pauses to look Jiung in the eyes for confirmation. Jiung gives him a nod, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown wide. Intak wants to sit and observe the details of Jiung’s face for a bit longer, but alas, he has a task to do. He tugs Jiung’s boxers down with two fingers, pulling them off and onto the floor.
“Take mine off with your teeth?” Intak teases, earning an eye roll and a shove to one of his shoulders. After they’re both completely bare, Intak leans down to flick one of Jiung’s nipples with his tongue. Jiung inhales sharply, watching from above as Intak takes it into his mouth.
A symphony of moans escape Jiung’s mouth as Intak plays with it, sucking on it and tugging it between his teeth. Intak can feel Jiung’s length pressing hard onto his thigh, thick and deprived of attention. Intak turns to give Jiung’s other nipple the same treatment, his hot breath making Jiung shiver.
“Intak…” Jiung whines, grabbing a fistful of Intak’s hair in one hand and holding onto Intak’s shoulder with the other one. Intak crawls up to be face to face with Jiung, hands on either side of Jiung’s torso. “Open me up, please.” Jiung asks softly, taking his hand off Intak’s shoulder to stroke his cheek. And who is Intak to refuse such a question?
Reaching to his right, he opens the first drawer on their nightstand. He finds the lube tucked into the corner out of sight, just in case anyone else happened to open the drawer while visiting (or being their usually nosy self). He pops the cap open, squirting some onto his fingers.
He warms it up in his hands, tossing the lube onto the sheets behind him. He’ll put it away later–right now it was all about Jiung.
He gives Jiung a quick kiss, hand reaching down to slot between Jiung’s legs. He quickly finds what he’s looking for, one finger circling the rim as he stares down at his boyfriend with pure devotion in his eyes. Jiung matches the look, his thumb tracing the curves of Intak’s face delicately. “Three still okay?” Intak questions.
Jiung flashes him a shy smile, nodding. With a deep breath, Intak pokes his index finger through, surveying Jiung’s face for any pain or discomfort. There was none, to Intak’s relief, only a determined look as he adjusted to the intrusion. He gives him the go-ahead after a moment, laying back onto the pillow.
Intak carefully thrusts his finger inside, deciding whether to look at where his finger is disappearing or Jiung’s face as it contorts into a pleasured expression. His eyebrows knit together, mouth dropping open slightly as Intak curls his finger deep.
“Another, please,” Jiung says breathlessly after a minute, squeezing Intak’s bicep. Intak happily obliges, pushing his ring finger in alongside his other finger. He gently scissors Jiung open, making sure to loosen him up while also making Jiung feel as good as possible. “T-that’s right, you’re doing perfect, puppy.” Jiung praises, mouth turning upwards as he sees Intak’s eyes sparkling.
Occasionally, Jiung will tell him how amazing or how well he’s doing during times like these, and he has to stop himself from asking, ‘Really? You mean it?’ while smiling like a madman. There’s nothing Intak loves more than knowing how good of a job he’s doing for Jiung.
Intak carefully pushes the third and final finger inside, curling them upwards to hit that sensitive spot deep inside of Jiung. It earns him a moan from Jiung, his back slightly arching as Intak’s fingers hit that spot repeatedly. “Oh, fuck, right there–fuck,” Jiung keens, fingers tugging Intak’s hair harshly. Intak gives a few more thrusts, captivated by the way Jiung reacts.
He pulls his fingers out, warm and sticky from the lube. He wipes them on the sheets, not giving a damn about how unsanitary it is. The moonlight (when did it get so late?) from outside the window shines perfectly onto Jiung, making him look like an angel from heaven.
“You’re gorgeous.” Intak whispers, fingers ghosting over Jiung’s pale, flushed skin. He watches Jiung’s chest rise and fall as he inhales and exhales, and his neck turns a light shade of red under Intak’s gaze. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
“I think you’ve said it once or twice.” Jiung says, amused but also endeared by Intak’s behavior. He’s lived with Intak for a good while now, and he’s come to acknowledge that there’s never a dull moment when he’s with his boyfriend. Whether they’re talking business related or just hanging out, Intak loves to give Jiung compliments or parade him with sentences of flattery. It’s one of his many love languages, and Jiung can’t help but wonder what he did to deserve such a man in his life.
“Well, I think I should say it even more, then.” Intak declares. His face looks so determined that Jiung can’t help but let out a chuckle.
“Okay, lover boy.” Jiung wraps his arms around Intak’s neck, pulling him closer. He cages Intak’s waist with his legs, their bodies pressing flush against one another. “How about we take a break from talking and you fuck me now?” Jiung tilts his head to the side, their lips inches apart.
Intak’s eyes widened for a moment, his gaze dropping to Jiung’s lips and back up. He nods quickly, gulping and licking his lips. “Yeah, uh, yeah. Okay. Right.” He gets his bearings, lining up his cock with Jiung’s entrance.
“Oh, shit, uh,” Intak looks around for the lube, but it’s nowhere to be found. He could have sworn he threw it behind him. Turning back to Jiung, he decides to spit in his hand to slick himself up. It wasn’t ideal, but Intak was so eager to get inside Jiung that it didn’t matter.
Intak starts slowly, inching his length inside Jiung while checking with him every so often to see if anything was uncomfortable or painful. Jiung just breathes out a puff of air, teasing him by saying how he’s acting like it’s their first time.
“Just making sure,” Intak responds, pressing a kiss to Jiung’s cheek. Once he is fully seated inside, he halts and waits for Jiung’s instructions. He runs a hand up and down Jiung’s thigh, which is currently hiked up onto Intak’s hip. “Can I move?” Intak questions.
Jiung shifts around, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of Intak’s neck. “Yes, you can move.” Intak only gives a curt nod, focusing all of his brain power on not coming in the first ten seconds. (Don’t blame him! He hasn’t gotten any sexual activity for the past few months. Blame his managers!)
Intak pulls almost all the way out, until only his tip is still inside. He checks Jiung’s face one last time before pushing back in. He repeats this action, examining Jiung’s face as he thrusts inside of him. Jiung’s mouth pops open again; a quiet, hoarse moan breaks free from it as Intak speeds up his pace.
Intak curses under his breath, barely being able to keep himself up on his hands as he thrusts deep inside of Jiung. It felt too good–his cock being enveloped by Jiung’s hot, inviting walls every time he pushed in while he listened to Jiung’s whimpers and moans entering his ears.
“Fuck–you feel so good, so good–” Intak slurs, resting his forehead on Jiung’s. Their heavy breaths mix together in the space between them, a bead of sweat rolling down Intak’s face. Jiung nods silently, his eyes fluttering shut.
Jiung mutters random noises, clinging onto Intak like he’ll die if they part from each other. Intak snaps his hips up, reaching deep to find the spot that has Jiung yelping. “I-Intak–fuck, keep going, don’t–” Jiung cuts himself off with a whine, back arching off of the mattress. Intak pants, nuzzling his nose in the crevice below Jiung’s jawline.
Intak feels himself getting closer to the edge, every thrust pushing him higher and higher until he feels like he’s floating. He lets out a tiny, low whimper into Jiung’s neck. Jiung turns his head to face Intak, their noses bumping together. Jiung gives him a small grin, looking up at Intak through hooded eyes.
“Gonna come?” Jiung whispers, their lips pressing together. It isn’t quite a kiss, but a kiss is sometimes unnecessary–their silence speaks volumes to each other already. “Gonna fill me up, puppy?” Jiung adds, his smile widening as Intak curses.
“Yes–fuck–Jiung, please,” Intak pleads, rutting into Jiung with desperation. “Please–’m so close, Jiung–” Intak groans, chasing the high that he’s so close to. Jiung nods, also getting pushed off the edge. His cock lays forgotten and neglected on his stomach, but Jiung doesn’t reach down to stroke himself.
Jiung breathes in Intak’s scent, which smells faintly of his cologne that he put on earlier mixed with some kind of husky, unintelligible smell that Jiung can’t describe as anything else other than simply Intak. He trails one hand down Intak’s back, leaving faint red scratch marks in his wake that will (hopefully) disappear during the night.
Intak almost halts immediately when feels himself falling over the edge at last, the waves crashing down violently as he braces himself. He whines onto Jiung’s lips, catching them with his own to give Jiung a heartfelt kiss.
Intak tenses up, and Jiung lets out a whiney moan as he feels thick ropes of cum squirt into him. Intak says Jiung’s name as he comes, repeating it like a mantra. Jiung topples over the edge seconds after, tugging strands of Intak’s hair in his fingers roughly. He spills all over his stomach, some of it reaching Intak’s stomach as well.
Intak stops himself from completely crushing Jiung, catching himself on his elbows. They’re both quiet for a moment as they catch their breath and come down from the intense high. Intak thinks Jiung looks magical–his mouth is upturned into a small smile, his skin shines with a coat of sweat, and his head tips back onto the pillows, showing his neck. Intak remembers how much he loves doing these things with Jiung, seeing how much he can make him fall apart.
Jiung huffs, fingers still absentmindedly playing with Intak’s hair. Both of them are at a loss for words, more comfortable with sitting in the silence to let their brains process and catch up. Intak slowly pulls out of Jiung, who lets out a tiny grunt as he feels the cum pour out of him.
Wordlessly, Intak lifts himself up, assessing the damage between them. Both of their stomachs are smeared with cum, and the sheets have small puddles under them. Intak sighs heavily, leaning down to gingerly press a kiss to Jiung’s chin before crawling off of the bed. Jiung hums, brows scrunching as he opens his eyes to watch Intak as he heads to the bathroom.
He comes out a minute later with a plain blue towel, tossing it on the bed next to Jiung as he climbs back up to meet Jiung’s gaze. “How’re you doing?” Intak asks, breaking the silence. Jiung runs a hand through his hair, inhaling sharply through his nose.
“Fantastic.” He mutters, trying to sit up but stopping halfway because the cum on his stomach was moving around. Intak quickly grabs the towel, wiping both Jiung and himself clean. Once he was confident they were both as spotless as they could be, he flung the towel across the room mindlessly. “Hey! Don’t leave that on the ground, I do not want to be cleaning up a cum stained towel.” Jiung protests, but he makes no effort to get up and pick it off the floor himself.
Intak just shrugs, laying down next to Jiung with a tired sigh. He curls up into Jiung’s side, wrapping his arms around Jiung’s waist. He nuzzles his face into Jiung’s cheek, giving overly affectionate kisses. Jiung giggles, giving a shove to Intak’s chest with no real power to it.
“Come here, you big baby.” Jiung beckons, turning sideways so Intak can fully wrap around Jiung and trap him in his arms. Intak hums appreciatively, snuggling up against Jiung. Jiung lets out a pleased sigh, running a hand through Intak’s hair. “Sleep now, okay? We have a long day tomorrow.” Jiung reminds him, resting his chin on top of Intak’s head.
“Uh huh,” Intak grunts into Jiung’s chest, already half asleep. His eyes are shut tight, his mouth parted slightly. Jiung presses a kiss to his hairline. “Love you.” Jiung hears Intak mutter quietly, and he almost laughs at how exhausted he sounds.
“Love you too,” Jiung replies, but Intak is already drifting off into dreamland. Jiung smiles to himself, getting comfortable and eventually drifting off to sleep with Intak in his arms.