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Youngwoo absolutely hated his glasses.
Well, now, after a couple of years, he got used to them; he had to wear them for work (computers) and sometimes while reading too (he always forgot not to read in dim light). And when he was driving, as he didn’t see too far ahead anymore.
So he had to wear his glasses a lot, but really, he adjusted to it after a few months and most of the time forgot he had them on.
Taejoon was much worse with his. He got his pair a year and a half after Youngwoo.
When Taejoon found out he had to wear glasses, because his sight was getting worse, he whined about it for days before and after making the purchase.
He looked smoking hot in his glasses, though. And Youngwoo made sure to remind him of it from time to time; that worked and Taejoon would walk around with a little smirk on his lips for a while. That smirk still, after all these years, did things to Youngwoo, so really, it was for both of them.
Now, almost five years after Taejoon got his glasses, Youngwoo was so used to him wearing them that sometimes it was weird to see him without them.
And it worked both ways; whenever Youngwoo forgot to pick up his glasses after waking up or using the bathroom, Taejoon would comment on it; same as Youngwoo would do to him.
But perhaps the most endearing thing for both of them, no matter how much time had passed, was them smashing their glasses together whenever things got heated.
It didn’t happen all that often, but from time to time, in the heat of the moment, their first kiss would end up with them whining in pain as their glasses dug into their noses.
Youngwoo was sitting on the couch in their living room, watching some dating reality show on TV. He was waiting for Taejoon to come back home from work; the man was doing overtime again and it was coming to a point where they saw each other more often at the office than at home.
And they worked in different departments.
The show got too boring after the first commercials and Youngwoo was starting to think about just taking the car and picking up his way-too-absent life partner from the office himself. Even if it meant dragging him out of there by his hair.
He was putting his shoes on when the door to the apartment opened and a tired Taejoon stepped in.
He looked like he didn’t have a minute of a break during the day, and he walked like it too. His shoulders were slumped, hair mused and his suit jacket was undone, his bag hanging loosely off his forearm as the door closed behind him.
Youngwoo stepped back, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tough day at work?”
Taejoon stepped out of his shoes, dropped the bag on the floor and went straight in for a hug. Youngwoo, a warm smile spreading his lips, hugged him back.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Taejoon mumbled into his neck, nuzzling it with a soft hum.
Youngwoo just pulled back, brushing a hand through Taejoon’s hair. He led him to the kitchen, sat him down by the counter and started preparing a quick dinner before he would send him to bed. He didn’t speak, just waited for his partner to start.
And sure enough, he did start speaking after a plate of warm food was put before him.
Taejoon started whining about the clients at first, Youngwoo standing next to him and listening intently. Then he moved to his coworkers, his incapable assistant, how he almost missed an important meeting because of them, how the traffic was a nightmare and how his cigarettes ran out after the first meeting and he didn’t have any time to go and buy a new pack.
Youngwoo kept listening, cleaning the plate after Taejoon finished his food, switching it for a glass of Taejoon’s favorite soda. They never left the kitchen, and when the complaints finally stopped, he went in and cupped Taejoon’s cheeks gently, staring him in the eyes.
“You ever come back so late again, without even having a break, I’m breaking your leg so you have to take a sick leave from work.”
Taejoon chuckled, arms sneaking around Youngwoo’s waist and pulling him close.
“You said the same thing yesterday.”
“And this is your last chance to listen to me.”
They both laughed and Youngwoo moved his hand through Taejoon’s hair again, his eyes softening with worry.
“I mean it. You’re not young anymore, you can’t work this hard without a break.”
“I’m young enough,” Taejoon sounded a little offended, but still kissed Youngwoo’s jaw gently.
“Well, I’m not, and I don’t want to spend my old days alone in our apartment because my partner prefers his work over me.”
Taejoon pulled back, frowning at him. “That’s mean.”
Youngwoo just stared him down, hands moving down Taejoon’s neck and resting on his arms. He leaned for a kiss, eyes fluttering shut.
It was chaste, and sweet; the kind of kiss that is nothing more than a reminder of how much they care for each other. Taejoon let his arms loose, moving them to Youngwoo's hips and gently squeezing them before he pulled back just enough to look into the purple eyes.
"Will you accept your bastard of a boyfriend's request for cuddles before sleep?"
He pouted, his bottom lip looking even more plump than it already did. Youngwoo rolled his eyes, just to tease him, as they both knew the answer.
Youngwoo told himself a long time ago that he would never let go of Taejoon again. They both suffered alone enough.
"After he takes a quick shower, yes."
He pecked Taejoon's lips again and pulled away, holding back a small whine; he wanted to be in Taejoon's space all the time, to breathe him in, to feel the warmth of his body, to hear his steady breathing. It all made him peaceful almost instantly, and he craved the calm almost as much as he craved Taejoon himself.
He stepped close to the sink to load the dishwasher and heard Taejoon move. His steps slowly turned quieter until Youngwoo heard the bathroom door shut and the sound of the shower shortly after.
He quickly took care of cleaning the kitchen and undressed on his way to their bedroom. He left his clothes on the bed, his glasses on the bedside table, and made his way toward the bathroom.
He joined Taejoon wordlessly under the shower Youngwoo more felt than heard him hum in approval as he hugged his back, arms wrapping around his middle and face pressed between his shoulder bladdes. They stood like this, with Taejoon holding Youngwoo's hands over his stomach.
After a long moment Taejoon turned around and started washing Youngwoo's hair, a small smile spreading acoss his lips. Youngwoo just watched him softly, and as soon as his hair was rinsed, he returned the favor.
They took their time, both knowing it was a short part of the day they could spend together, so they wanted to savor it.
Youngwoo hated how much of a workaholic Taejoon still was; when in their twenties and thirties, he was consumed with changing both their lives for the better, even at the price of their relationship. It was a miracle they didn't part ways (not for long, anyways) and that they eventually got through the immense hardship together.
However, Taejoon remained very committed to whatever work he managed to grab, and it turned into workaholism after he landed a really good office job (to which he later brought Youngwoo as well). They had talks and fights about this, and while he worked on not giving himself to the work as much as before, there were times when he would just overwork himself to the point of passing out.
Which was becoming a greater danger with age.
So Youngwoo learned to accept it, but at the same time made it a point to remind Taejoon to rest at least once a week, sometimes going as far as to visit him in his office and make him take a break. His own department was two stories below Taejoon's, but after a couple of years no one at the company was a stranger to the bond they shared, even though most didn't dare to name it out loud.
And both Youngwoo and Taejoon were more than happy about it.
With their status at the company now, they didn't have to worry too much about it.
They both eventually dried each other, brushed their teeth and without bothering with pajamas, crawled into bed.
Youngwoo was the first under the sheets. He leaned on his side, back resting halfway on the mattress, arm outstretched invitingly. He didn't even have to look (which he did), and Taejoon was lying close to him, snuggling again his chest, head tucked under his chin.
Youngwoo wrapped his arms around him, kissing the top of his head. "That's nice."
"Very," Taejoon hummed happily, taking in slow and deep breaths.
His exhales almost tickled the skin on Youngwoo's collarbones.
They laid in silence for a long while, and Youngwoo started slowly drifting off to sleep, when Taejoon broke the silence.
"I'll try to come back earlier tomorrow."
It wasn't a promise, but it still made Youngwoo smile. He knew Taejoon would be back home as late as today, overworked but happy. And he would be waiting for him at home to keep him happy.
"Okay," he replied quietly into Taejoon's hair. "I'll come get you for lunch around 2, is that okay?"
"Yeah, I think I'll be at the office at this hour."
Youngwoo kissed the top of Taejoon's head in response and snuggled closer, tangling his legs with Taejoon's and closing his eyes.
He was out shortly after he felt Taejoon snore against his chest.
Youngwoo woke up to the smell of coffee and eggs. And the sound of Taejoon in the kitchen.
He smiled, eyes still closed, and enjoyed the sounds his partner preparing breakfast. It was a nice routine — Taejoon would wake up first, make food for both of them and, more often than not, wake up Youngwoo before leaving for work first.
Today didn't seem to be any different; Youngwoo laid in bed for a few long minutes, expecting Taejoon to come, kiss him goodbye and leave for work.
But he didn't come.
A little confused, Youngwoo sat up in bed and reached for his glasses from the bedside table. He put them on, grabbed a robe from the bathroom door and made his way to the kitchen as he wrapped himself in it.
Taejoon was finishing plating their breakfast - eggs on toast with a salad - and he was humming a tune Youngwoo didn't recognize. It was a bit unusual for Taejoon, but he looked so happy doing it, Youngwoo didn't think to question it at all.
"Good morning," he said, his voice still groggy from sleep.
Taejoon turned around, already dressed in his work attire, glasses sitting on his nose as well, and smiled brightly. "Good morning, wifey."
Youngwoo rolled his eyes. "I told you not to call me that," he mumbled, but this time he didn't manage to hide how much he actually liked when Taejoon called him that.
"Okay, wifey," Taejoon said and put the plates on the small island in the middle of their kitchen. "Come and eat."
Youngwoo sat down and reached for his coffee first. He took a sip, hummed in approval and started with his toast.
"Any important tasks you have to do today?"
Taejoon sat down next to him and took a bite of his eggs as he thought about his plan for the day.
"Just a visit to one of our warehouses today. But that's at the end of the day, if I won't be behind on the meetings, I should be home earlier, as promised."
Youngwoo couldn't help but smile at that. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Oh Taejoon."
"Wow, harsh, Shin Youngwoo," Taejoon bit back playfully.
"I will come pick you up for lunch today, so be in your office around 2PM."
"Sir, yes, sir."
They both finished their breakfast in a comfortable silence, leaning against each other. It was one of those cozy mornings, when Youngwoo didn't want to leave and just stay in all day, cuddling on the couch. But Taejoon had work to do, and so did Youngwoo. They could stay in and cuddle on the weekend.
Taejoon finished his food first and moved to gather the empty dishes and load them into the dishwasher.
Youngwoo stared at his back, finishing his coffee, when he got an idea.
An incentive to get his boyfriend home quicker today.
He stood up quietly, undid his robe just enough to show a bit of skin, but not too much, and took the few steps that separated him from Taejoon.
"I was thinking," he started and turned Taejoon around, pushing him against the counter, "we could do something fun when you get home tonight."
Taejoon noticed the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, his undone robe, and sucked in a breath. Youngwoo smirked, pressing his hips against Taejoon's and giving a teasing roll.
"Youngwoo…"
It was a warning, but it didn't hold any power, not when Taejoon's pupils were already dilated, his lips parted and his dick gave a twitch against Youngwoo's hip.
"Relax, I won't to anything. Not now, anyway," he almost purred, and leaned in, wrapping his arms around Taejoon's neck.
Their lips met, tentative and careful at first, but then Taejoon grabbed Youngwoo by his hips, lifted him up and turned both of them before sitting Youngwoo down on the counter.
"You're going to kill me one day," he breathed out against his lips.
"I really hope I won't."
They both leaned in for another kiss, but before they could deepen it, they both gasped in pain and pulled back.
Youngwoo took off his glasses angrily and chuckled the next moment, when he saw Taejoon with his crooked on his nose.
"If not you, then it will be these fucking glasses."
Youngwoo laughed, and reached out to take Taejoon's glasses off.
They finally got to kiss properly, Taejoon's tongue moving over Youngwoo's bottom lip before slipping into his mouth. They both moaned into it, and Youngwoo wrapped his legs around Taejoon's waist, pulling him closer. His free hand moved into the hair on the nape of Taejoon's neck, grabbing gently and pulling.
When was the last time they kissed and fucked properly? Last weekend?
For how horny Youngwoo suddenly got, it didn't matter if it was a couple of days ago, or weeks. He needed Taejoon today. Now.
He let out another moan, his dick hardening when Taejoon deepened the kiss and grabbed him by the neck.
"Fuck," Taejoon pulled back when Youngwoo rubbed against him. "I really can't be late, baby."
Youngwoo whined, giving Taejoon's hair a hard pull before letting go. He put the glasses back on his nose, untangled his legs and pouted.
"You better not be late tonight."
"Oh, I won't," Taejoon pecked his lips and stepped away. "Get yourself ready for me."
Youngwoo blushed and just nodded in response.
Taejoon gave him a quick kiss on the nose and walked out of the kitchen, saying his goodbye a couple minutes later as he left the apartment.
Youngwoo looked down at himself - robe completely undone, cock hard and leaking.
Good thing he woke up earlier than usual, he could jerk off before going to work.
Where all he would be thinking about was how would Taejoon fuck him tonight.
He was angry.
And the worst part was, he couldn't do anything about it.
Lunch with Taejoon didn't happen; his boyfriend got held up on a meeting and Youngwoo found out only when he went to Taejoon's office to find it empty. He sat in front of his desk with two bento boxes on his knees for almost his whole break and Taejoon didn't show up. He left the office, leaving one of the boxes on the desk and eating his own on the elevator ride up.
It was almost time for Youngwoo to log out and go home when he finally got a text from Taejoon.
I'm so sorry, baby, I couldn't get out.
Thank you for the food!
Youngwoo scowled at the text and didn't respond.
He was fuming, hurt, and disappointed. But really, the worst part was that it wasn't Taejoon's fault; it was not his fault that some big shot came late for the meeting (as Taejoon's assistant informed him when he caught him leaving the office), and it certainly wasn't Taejoon's fault that because of that all other meetings and tasks got pushed back.
Which meant he wouldn't keep his promise and be back home earlier tonight, too.
Youngwoo knew he shouldn't be mad at Taejoon for this, he should be mature and reply to him that it was okay, he didn't need to apologize, to enjoy the food and take his time before coming home.
But it wasn't okay. It wasn't the first and very probably not the last time when Taejoon would have days like this. It came with the job and his position, but it still didn't make things any better.
So, as Youngwoo was driving home, all he could think about was how angry he was, and how guilty he felt for taking it out on Taejoon.
And how childish he still acted.
He parked the car outside their apartment complex. He looked around, hoping to see Taejoon's car somewhere, but to no avail.
He shuffled into the building and the elevator, not even greeting the neighbors he passed at the main door.
He decided that he would just go to sleep after entering the apartment; he really didn't want to wait for Taejoon when he had such bad emotions still rattling inside him.
Youngwoo heard muffled music when he got close to their door. He frowned; he was sure the TV was off when he left the apartment this morning.
He opened the door slowly and was greeted by not only the music, but the smell of his favorite pizza, one he indulged in only on certain occasions. His frown deepened, and mouth watered at the smell. He took off his coat and shoes, and slowly, carefully made his way into the living room.
The TV was on on some random music channel, but otherwise it was empty. Youngwoo turned toward the kitchen, stepping as quiet as possible. He knew he probably wasn't in a dangerous situation, it didn't feel and look like one, but he still didn't know what was exactly happening.
The kitchen was empty as well, two pizza boxes laying on the kitchen counter, a bottle of wine standing right next to them. There were some groceries still unpacked on the counter next to the fridge.
Youngwoo's frown deepened.
No, there was no way—
Strong arms wrapped around his middle and he felt the familiar perfume in his nose and a very familiar body press against his back.
"Hi, baby."
Taejoon nuzzled his neck, leaving a gentle kiss on the pulse point.
"Taejoon?" Youngwoo sounded buffled, and he felt so confused, he almost didn't register the kiss and the way Taejoon's arms tightened around him. "What are you doing here?"
"Skipping work for my love," Taejoon replied without any hesitation.
Youngwoo gasped, only now realizing that Taejoon was leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He was seconds from melting into him, and letting him do whatever he wanted. But his surprise helped him keep some semblance of a coherent mind.
"I don't understand— how are you skipping— ahh—! work?"
Youngwo's eyes fluttered close, one hand moving up to grab at Taejoon's hair, the other resting on Taejoon's hands on his belly.
"I just told Todd to cancel all my plans for today after I came back from that awful meeting," came the reply, followed by Taejoon's lips on Youngwoo's jaw. "And tomorrow, too. I'm all yours."
"Tomo… rrow…?"
Youngwoo lost all his composure when Taejoon's tongue lapped at his earlobe. He whimpered, turned in Taejoon's arms and grabbed him tighter by the hair.
Their lips colllided in a messy kiss, the air between filled with moans and whines. Their glasses clanked lightly as the frames collided and Youngwoo pulled back just enough to take both pairs off before he leaned in for another kiss.
Youngwoo struggled to keep himself up as he let out all of his need and longing for his boyfriend. Youngwoo bit at his lower lip, licked over the teeth mark, pulled the hair so Taejoon had to lean his head back even more. He scrapped his teeth over Taejoon's jaw and kissed his way down his neck and back up. He sucked a mark just under his jaw before going back to his lips and capturing it in a deep and even messier kiss.
He could feel how much Taejoon missed this as well, his tongue moved in sync with Youngwoo's, licking the roof of his mouth, moans slipping out of his throat.
He felt his ass hitting the edge of the kitchen counter, and the hand holding their glasses landed on top of the surface. Taejoon grabbed his hips, hoisted him up and sat him down on the countertop.
"We're both off tomorrow," he said, kissing Youngwoo's jaw and down his neck, undoing the buttons of Youngwoo's shirt as he moved down.
"How— ah," a moan slipped out of Youngwoo's lips as Taejoon lapped at his nipple. "How did you do that?"
"I have my ways," came the playful response.
Youngwoo leaned back a bit, looking at Taejoon who hastily kissed his way down his torso. He sucked a hickey right above the hem of his dress pants, which he undid shortly after.
Youngwoo was half hard already, and when Taejoon reached into his underwear to pull him out, he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning.
"Wear these."
He handed Taejoon his glasses, and Taejoon obeyed, putting them back on his nose. His mouth was around Youngwoo a second later, and this time Youngwoo's moan filled the kitchen. He was loud, too loud probably, but he didn't care. Not when Taejoon was looking up at him from behind his glasses as he took every inch of him into his mouth.
The head of Youngwoo's cock hit the back of his throat, and Taejoon pulled back, starting a fast and a little irregular pace. His hand moved to Youngwoo's balls, gently pulling and massaging with just the perfect amount of pressure.
Youngwoo was losing it already, he was not going to last very long. Not after such a long break and not when Taejoon kept gazing at him, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, head bobbing on Youngwoo's length.
"Ah— stop—," Youngwoo panted, reaching with his free hand to grab and pull at Taejoon's hair.
Which only spurred him on. He sucked harder, pulled back to lick at Youngwoo's whole length from the base to the tip. Tongue lapped at his slit, teased it, and the warm mouth was back on him again, tongue flat against the underside as Taejoon started bobbing his head again.
"Taejoon, I'm— g-gonna cum—"
Youngwoo looked down and saw the determination in Taejoon's eyes; he took him all in, all the way down to the base and sucked.
Youngwoo stuttered as he moaned out his boyfriend's name, hot release leaving him in spurs right into Taejoon's throat. His fingers tightened on his hair as he probably pulled too hard, but the high was so good his eyes rolled back.
It took him a moment to come to, his hand now cupping Taejoon's face. His eyes behind the glasses were teary, but still filled with so much love and lust, it sent yet another shudder down Youngwoo's spine. Taejoon leaned up and kissed him gently, tasting himself on his tongue. It elicited a breathy moan from him, which Taejoon swallowed as his tongue moved against Youngwoo's.
They parted, Taejoon's glasses crooked on his nose again, and he grabbed Youngwoo by his ass before lifting him off the counter. His hard cock was straining against his dress pants; Youngwoo could feel it against his crotch as he wrapped his legs around Taejoon's waist. His hands were on Taejoon's neck as he was carried towards their bedroom.
"I've waited the whole day for this."
Youngwoo blinked at him in surprise.
"So you had this planned since this morning?"
"Since yesterday evening, actually."
His lips spread in a teasing grin and Youngwoo couldn't help but lean in and kiss it off of him.
"Thank you," he whispered against his lips, smiling like a fool in love; which he was, in all honesty.
They reached the bedroom and Taejoon placed him carefully on the bed. He then took his glasses off and took Youngwoo's own from his hand before walking around the bed and placing both pairs on the nightstand. He reached for the drawer there and grabbed a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube before coming back to Youngwoo, who was slowly growing hard again.
"I thought about a way to make it up to you for all those days I didn't come back on time," Taejoon started and stood in front of the bed, in front of Youngwoo, his eyes hooded with desire and such a need, Youngwoo's breath caught in his chest. "And I realized that nothing will make up for it. But I can make sure this doesn't repeat itself in the future."
He slowly started undressing himself, letting his dress shirt fall to the floor, his undershirt and dress pants following. He was standing in his boxers - with a very obvious bulge and a wet spot - and his socks and garters.
Youngwoo swallowed thickly as he eyed his boyfriend from head to toes, eyes lingering on his cock and those damned garters.
"Leave these on," he rasped out, and moved off the bed.
He started undressing himself as well, looking straight into Taejoon's eyes.
"You don't need to make up for anything," he started, kicking off his dress pants and throwing his dress shirt flying to the side of the room. "I just need you with me when I'm back home. You know how much I need you here with me, Taejoon."
Taejoon moaned in response and their lips clashed again.
Youngwoo felt strong arms back around him, and he leaned against Taejoon's chest, deepening the kiss slowly. He didn't want to rush too much, and Taejoon didn't seem to mind, cause he matched his pace.
They kissed, Youngwoo kneeling on the bed, hands buried in Taejoon's hair and gripping the strands gently. So he wouldn't dare pulling away from him.
He could feel Taejoon's hard cock against his hip, so he rolled his hips forward, to give his boyfriend just a little friction. Taejoon moaned straight into his mouth, sending a shiver all over Youngwoo's body. Youngwoo almost whimpered and broke the kiss, getting on all fours in front of Taejoon and tugging his underwear down.
He looked up at him, saw how dark and needy his eyes were. He was biting down on his swollen bottom lip, chest heaving with deep and shaky breaths.
Youngwoo teased the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. The taste of Taejoon was enough for him to get fully hard now, and he licked over his lips before taking the head into his mouth.
"F-fuck, Youngwoo—"
He sucked on the head gently, tongue pressed against the slit before he slowly started taking more of Taejoon's length into his mouth. His head bobbed back after every additional inch, tongue pressed to the underside, teeth gently scraping the skin on top.
He kept his eyes on Taejoon's face as much as he could, wanting to see the exact moment he would get close to his orgasm.
And Taejoon stared right back, as if he knew exactly what Youngwoo wanted to do. But the love with which he looked down at Youngwoo almost made him choke.
He pulled back, and before he had a chance to wipe at his mouth, Taejoon was pulling him up by his shoulders and kissing him. Kissing like he wanted to get every drop of himself from Youngwoo's tongue. They were gasping loudly, and Youngwoo reached between them to take both their cocks in his hand.
He started stroking lazily, but Taejoon wouldn't have any of that.
He pushed him on his back, reached for one of the pillows and put it under his hips. He then leaned down, spread Youngwoo's legs just to push them up against his chest, and pressed his tongue against his hole.
"Someone didn't do their homework," he said quietly, leaning up just enough to look at Youngwoo.
And Youngwoo was already a mess; his cock was starting to leak on his abdomen. Just a touch from Taejoon on his hole made him shivver and he couldn't think about anything else but his boyfriend being inside of him.
"I-I thought you wouldn't make it home in time- ah, fuck—!"
Taejoon lapped at his hole again, tongue hot against the sensitive skin. Youngwoo struggled to keep himself in place, to not close his legs on Taejoon's head and keep him there. He reached back and grabbed at the covers to steady himself, even if just a bit.
"Fair enough," he barely heard Taejoon say it before he felt the warm tongue breach his opening and he was whimpering, gasping Taejoon's name as he thrusted slowly.
It was agony and perfection all at once.
Agony, because he really, really wanted Taejoon inside him, fucking him until he couldn't breathe anymore, and then some more.
Perfection, because he couldn't remember the last time Taejoon took his time with him like that, and his skilled tongue was doing wonders for his muscles to relax.
Youngwoo's face twisted with pleasure. His breathing turned erratic, gasps leaving his mouth every time Taejoon pushed his tongue inside. He was getting hot all over, and he started feeling the strain in his legs from being bent this far, but all he cared about was his boyfriend, tongue-fucking him into oblivion.
He was close, so close, he barely could catch a breath between his gasps and moans, when Taejoon pulled away and let Youngwoo's legs fall limp on the bed.
Youngwoo heard more than saw Taejoon taking the condom out, the sound of opening the bottle of lube following. Slicked fingers slipped inside him, slow and gentle, and a small whimper escaped his lips again.
"Taejoon… please…"
"'Please' what?"
Taejoon spread his fingers delicately inside Youngwoo, the burn making him shudder. He gripped harder at the covers.
"I— I need—"
"What?"
"I need y-you— ah!"
Youngwoo barely registered when the fingers slipped out of him. He felt the bed dipping under Taejoon's weight and felt him hovering over him. His eyes fluttered opened and he was met with the darkest desire he couldn't remember when he saw last on Taejoon's face. He looked like he wanted to devour him, and Youngwoo wanted to give him all of himself, without question.
Taejoon entered him, bracing himself with both hands on the sides of Youngwoo's head. They kept their eyes locked, gasping with every inch Taejoon slipped inside. When he was almost done, he pulled back, and Youngwoo braced himself.
The thrust was fast and strong, so strong Youngwoo's eyes rolled back and lips parted in a quiet moan; it knocked the air of out him. He barely had time to inhale before Taejoon started moving, relentlessly and with a purpose. As though he wanted to make Youngwoo—
"Mine," Taejoon panted, breathless.
Youngwoo opened his eyes to look at him again. Taejoon's gaze was locked on him, the need in those sandy irises mixed with something Youngwoo remembered he couldn't name for so many years, but now—
"I love you, too," he moaned breathlessly, his hands moving to grab at Taejoon's sides.
Taejoon whined, picking up his pace and thrusting, pounding into Youngwoo without any care in the world. And Youngwoo loved every second.
He felt himself coming, his back arching up, nails digging into Taejoon's skin. He cried out his name, again and again and again, and felt Taejoon come not long after.
Taejoon rolled them on their sides, not pulling out. Their pants and gasps filled the room, and they just looked at each other for a long while before either one of them could speak up.
"I love you," Taejoon said softly, reaching to brush Youngwoo's damp hair off his forehead. "So much it hurts sometimes."
Youngwoo leaned into the touch and pressed closer to Taejoon. He wanted to feel him everywhere he could, as much as he could.
"I know," he whispered and pecked his lips, lingering for a long second.
Youngwoo woke up first, surprisingly.
He gave himself a few precious minutes of watching Taejoon sleep before he quietly took a shower and went to the kitchen to prepare some good, nutritious breakfast for both of them.
They would need it after last night.
He took care of all of the abandoned groceries, checked on the pizzas that were left on the counter, and when he deemed them still good enough, put them in the fridge.
He decided that oatmeal with blueberry smoothies would be okay and so he started preparing it. He was finished with oatmeal, coffee machine already whirring in the background when he heard footsteps.
Taejoon's arms wrapped around his middle and he leaned his chin on Youngwoo's shoulder.
"Morning," Taejoon greeted him sleepily.
His breath smelled like toothpaste.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
"Not as good when you left me alone in our bed."
Youngwoo laughed and put the blueberry container back on the counter, turning around to look at his boyfriend.
"I thought you were sleeping."
"I woke up cause of your staring."
"I wasn't staring," Youngwoo replied, cheeks heating up," just watching."
"Well, I wanted to watch you, too, but you ran away from me."
Youngwoo laughed again and that earned him a kiss on the forehead.
"Still, you went back to sleep, didn't you?"
Taejoon just nodded and kissed him again, this time on the nose.
"Good. Now sit down and let me finish our breakfast."
Taejoon gave him another peck on the lips before walking away and sitting down by the island. He reached for the tablet lying there and started browsing, so Youngwoo could fully focus on their smoothies.
Once everything was ready, they sat next to each other and ate, both humming in approval at their food.
That's when Youngwoo noticed the real estate site open on the tablet.
"What's this?"
Taejoon followed his line of sight and looked at the offer visible on the screen before looking back at Youngwoo.
"I'm just checking the prices now, it's nothing."
Youngwoo narrowed his eyes a bit (it was getting more and more difficult to read without his glasses) and saw a small house that looked to be located in the suburbs. It had a nice front yard, the picture showed a bit of a garage that looked like it could hold more than one car, there was a small fence around the property, and the house itself looked very cozy from the outside.
"Looks nice," Youngwoo commented and took a bite of his oatmeal. "I think I looked at that offer a couple of days ago, too."
The sound of a spoon dropping into the bowl filled the kitchen and Youngwoo almost burst out laughing.
He never said anything to Taejoon, but shortly after they came back together, one of Taejoon's subordinates told him a story about a house. A house that was built for Youngwoo by Taejoon, and that was later sold when there seemed to be no hope for them. Youngwoo still remembered the pain that filled his chest as he listened to the list of all the modifications that were made just for him; he couldn't believe Taejoon never told him that.
It took a few years for him to realize that the idea of a house, living in one together, as a family that they both've been for each other for decades now, wasn't all that… bad. It wasn't like Youngwoo was opposed to the idea - they lived together for so many years, after all. But it was never steady, never like the usual, stereotypical couple. And he had a lot of his issues back then, so the thought of a house never crossed his mind.
But now… Now, it was different. They were away from all that fucked up past, they were working normal jobs, they talked and worked through all of their issues.
And they were finally safely together.
So maybe Youngwoo started looking at some small and cozy houses outside of the city a few months ago. And he didn't tell Taejoon about it, wanting to wait for the right moment.
This moment could be now.
"You what?" Taejoon asked and when Youngwoo just shrugged in response, his eyes narrowed. "Since when are you interested in houses?"
Youngwoo pressed his lips together to keep himself from laughing. He took a second to compose himself enough to respond.
"For a while now. I know you want one, so…"
"What?"
"Didn't you built one for me all those years ago? And then sold it?" Youngwoo asked, wary of the memories it could bring back; memories none of them liked to mention. "I thought we could maybe find a new one, together this time."
Taejoon's eyes were wide, wider than Youngwoo has ever seen, as he listened. He didn't say anything for a long moment, but thankfully Youngwoo knew Taejoon enough to know it wasn't the bad kind of shock.
"You— wait a second," Taejoon started and turned in his chair to face him properly. "You want a house. With me. Together."
"Yup," Youngwoo nodded and turned to face him as well. "I don't care where we live, as long as we're together there, and I figured since you'd want one someday… I thought that someday could come faster."
Taejoon was… really shocked, his eyes still wide and lips parted. He looked at Youngwoo like he saw him for the first time in his life. When he finally let the words sink in, though, he was on his feet, lifting Youngwoo into his arms and peppering his face with kisses.
Youngwoo wrapped his arms and legs around him and couldn't help the laugh that bubbled inside of him.
"I love you so fucking much, Shin Youngwoo."
Taejoon held him in his arms and watched him with such adoration and just— love, that Youngwoo thought his chest might really burst.
"I love more, Oh Taejoo— ah!"
He held on as Taejoon started walking towards their bedroom.
"We'll see about that."
Youngwoo just laughed again, kissing Taejoon with as much as love as he could put into a kiss.
They finally had a future together and it was the only thing that mattered.