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Riki and Sunghoon had been best friends since the moment they'd met. Not the casual kind of best friends, the kind where they talked about everything, hung out almost every day, supported each other through every high and low. The kind where people often asked if they were dating, and they'd just laugh it off because the answer was so obvious: no, they were best friends. Just best friends.
Sunghoon loved Riki. He'd always been pretty sure about that. He loved the way Riki smiled, the way his nose scrunched when he laughed, the way he was always so supportive and kind to everyone around him. But Sunghoon had made peace with that love years ago. He'd accepted that it would be platonic, that he would be Riki's best friend and nothing more. And that had been enough. That had been more than enough.
...until Riki started dating Jungwon.
It had been casual at first. Riki had mentioned it offhandedly during one of their usual hangout sessions
"Oh, by the way, I'm seeing someone. His name is Jungwon. You know, that guy from my philosophy class?"
Sunghoon had congratulated him. Had meant it, or at least had tried very hard to mean it. Riki deserved to be happy, deserved to have someone who would love him and cherish him and treat him right. Sunghoon had genuinely tried to be happy for his best friend.
And he had been. For about a week.
But then the cancellations started.
"Hey, are we still hanging out this Friday?" Sunghoon had texted, excited because they'd made plans days in advance, their usual Friday movie night.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Riki had responded. "Jungwon asked me to dinner. I completely forgot. Can we reschedule?"
Sunghoon had said yes, of course. Rescheduled for Saturday.
Saturday came, and Riki canceled again. "Jungwon wants to go hiking. I'm really sorry. Next week?"
Then the following week, Riki canceled three times. Each time with an apology, each time with a reason involving Jungwon. And each time, Sunghoon had said it was fine, had rescheduled, had pretended that his stomach wasn't twisting into knots every time Riki's name came up on his phone.
The thing was, Sunghoon tried to be understanding. He really did. He knew that when you started dating someone new, they took up a lot of your time. He knew that relationships required effort and attention. He wasn't the kind of person to be jealous or possessive or demanding. He was a good friend. He supported people.
But somewhere around the fifth or sixth cancellation, something shifted. It wasn't just about the canceled plans anymore. It was about the way Riki had started looking at his phone constantly when they did hang out, waiting for Jungwon to text. It was about the way Riki's attention would drift away in the middle of a conversation, his mind clearly somewhere else, probably with Jungwon. It was about the way Riki had stopped initiating plans altogether, waiting for Sunghoon to reach out instead, and even then, seeming reluctant to commit to anything.
And worst of all, it was about the way Riki no longer called him on a friday night just to vent about his week. No longer sent him memes he knew would make him laugh. No longer seemed to need him the way he had before.
Sunghoon started to feel like background music. Nice to have on, but not something anyone was really paying attention to anymore.
Two months into Riki's relationship with Jungwon, the tension between Sunghoon and Riki had become palpable, though Riki didn't seem to notice it.
They were hanging out at Sunghoon's apartment, something that was happening less and less frequently. Riki was sitting on the couch, half-watching a movie with Sunghoon, but mostly scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing Sunghoon pictures Jungwon had sent him or laughing at inside jokes that Sunghoon didn't understand.
And Sunghoon was sitting there, trying very hard not to lose his mind.
"Riki," Sunghoon had said, his voice carefully controlled, "are you enjoying the movie?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course," Riki had said, not looking away from his phone.
Sunghoon had been quiet for a moment. "You're not even watching it."
"I am," Riki had protested mildly. "I'm multitasking."
"You're not multitasking. You're just on your phone." Sunghoon had paused, then added, "Jungwon texting you again?"
It had come out harsher than he'd intended, and Riki had finally looked up from his phone, his expression confused.
"Yeah," Riki had said. "He's asking if I want to get dinner tomorrow. Why? Do you need me for something?"
"No," Sunghoon had said, looking away. "I don't need anything."
What Sunghoon had meant was: 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
What Riki had heard was apparently just: 𝘕𝘰.
After that, Sunghoon had noticed something else. When Riki did hang out with him, Sunghoon found himself becoming increasingly touchy. He'd sit closer to Riki on the couch, his leg pressed against Riki's. He'd initiate skinship more than usual, a hand on Riki's shoulder, a thumb stroking along Riki's arm, his fingers playing with Riki's hair. Nothing overtly romantic, but enough that if someone had been watching, they would have known something was off.
Riki hadn't called him out on it. He'd just seemed accepting, maybe even pleased by the extra attention. But he hadn't understood what it meant.
Sunghoon was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. He was trying to show Riki that they had something special, something that mattered, something that couldn't be replaced by some guy Riki had been dating for two months.
It happened on a Thursday night, three months into Riki's relationship with Jungwon.
Sunghoon had suggested they go out for ramen, their favorite place, where they'd gone dozens of times before. Riki had initially seemed reluctant but had eventually agreed. And for the first part of dinner, things had been nice. They'd fallen into their usual rhythm, talking and laughing, and Sunghoon had dared to hope that maybe things were going back to normal.
But then Riki had mentioned, very casually, that he'd be leaving early because he had made plans with Jungwon for later.
"Again?" Sunghoon had said before he could stop himself.
Riki had looked up from his ramen, surprised. "What do you mean '𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯'?"
"You always have plans with Jungwon," Sunghoon had said. The words had just kept coming, like a dam breaking. "We make plans, and then you either cancel or you have to leave early to see him. Do you even want to spend time with me anymore?"
"Of course I do," Riki had said, but there had been something uncertain in his voice. "Sunghoon, what's this about?"
"It's about the fact that I feel like I don't exist to you anymore!" The words had burst out of Sunghoon, and suddenly he didn't care that they were in public, didn't care that other people could hear them. "I feel like I'm just... background. Like something you do when you don't have anything better to do. And that something better is always Jungwon."
Riki had stared at him, his eyes wide. "That's not fair."
"Isn't it?" Sunghoon had leaned forward. "Tell me the last time you initiated plans with me. Tell me the last time you called me just to talk, not because you needed something. Tell me the last time you chose to spend time with me over him."
"Sunghoon—"
"Why am I suddenly second place?" The words had come out quietly, but they'd felt enormous. They'd sat between them, heavy and undeniable. "I was your best friend, Riki. I was the person who was supposed to matter the most to you. And now I'm just... nothing."
Riki had been quiet for a long moment. When he'd finally spoken, his voice had been soft. "You're not nothing. You're my best friend."
"Am I?" Sunghoon had asked bitterly. "Because it doesn't feel that way. It feels like you've moved on to someone who matters more. And I get it, he's your boyfriend, he's exciting, he's new. But did I have to become completely replaceable?"
"You're not replaceable," Riki had said, but he'd said it too quickly, like he was just saying the words that were expected of him.
Sunghoon had gotten up. "I'm going home. I don't think we should hang out for a while."
And he'd left before Riki could respond, his heart breaking with every step.
After that night, Sunghoon and Riki hadn't spoken for three weeks.
It was the longest they'd gone without talking since they'd become friends. And it was torture. Sunghoon would see Riki in the hallways of their building and would deliberately avoid him. He'd watch Riki's stories on social media, Riki at dinner with Jungwon, Riki at the beach with Jungwon, Riki at some party with Jungwon, and would feel his heart break a little more each time.
He wanted to reach out. He wanted to apologize for the things he'd said, for the anger that had come out. He wanted to explain that the real issue wasn't Riki dating Jungwon, no, it was that Sunghoon was in love with him, and watching him be with someone else was slowly killing him.
But he didn't reach out. And Riki didn't reach out either.
They were both stuck. Both regretful. Both too proud or too scared or too something to be the first one to break the silence.
Riki had never dealt well with conflict. Sunghoon knew this about him. Riki preferred to smooth things over, to make jokes, to distract. The fact that Riki wasn't doing any of those things meant that Riki was genuinely upset. That the things Sunghoon had said had hurt him.
And that made Sunghoon feel even worse.
Sunghoon found himself missing Riki in a way that went beyond just missing his best friend. He missed the feeling of being essential to someone. He missed the weight of Riki's body next to him on the couch. He missed the way Riki would unconsciously reach for his hand when they were walking. He missed the way Riki laughed at his jokes and looked at him like he was the most important person in the room.
He missed being loved by Riki, even if it was only a platonic kind of love.
Riki’s call happened on a Wednesday night, almost exactly three weeks after their fight.
Sunghoon was in bed, staring at his ceiling, when his phone buzzed. Unknown number. He almost didn't answer, but something made him pick up.
"Hello?" he said cautiously.
There was silence for a moment, and then he heard it, the sound of someone crying.
"Riki?" Sunghoon sat up immediately, any lingering anger evaporating instantly. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I—" Riki's voice was broken, heavy with tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. You probably don't want to talk to me."
"Riki, of course I want to talk to you. Tell me what's wrong. What happened?"
There was more silence, broken only by Riki's shaky breathing.
"Jungwon and I had a fight," Riki said finally. "A big one. He said... he said that I'm always on my phone, always checking my social media, always distracted. And we just... things escalated and he said some really mean things and I said some mean things and now he's not answering my calls and I don't know if we're even together anymore and I—"
His voice broke, and he started crying harder.
"I didn't know who else to call," Riki said quietly. "You always know what to do when I'm upset. You always make me feel better. And I realized that I haven't talked to you in weeks and I've missed you so much and I'm sorry for canceling on you all the time and I'm sorry for being a bad friend and I just... I needed to hear your voice."
Sunghoon's chest had constricted. Riki had called him. On instinct, without thinking, Riki's first reaction to being hurt was to reach out to him. That had to mean something.
"Okay," Sunghoon said, keeping his voice calm and steady even though his heart was racing. "Okay, it's going to be okay. Where are you right now?"
"I'm at my apartment," Riki said. "I've been here all night. I don't want to talk to anyone else. I just want..."
"I'm coming over," Sunghoon said, already getting out of bed and pulling on clothes.
"Really?" Riki's voice had sounded small and hopeful. "You'd do that?"
"Of course I would," Sunghoon said. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Don't move."
It was raining when Sunghoon left his apartment. Not a light drizzle, a full downpour, the kind of heavy rain that soaked through clothes in seconds. He didn't have an umbrella. He didn't really care.
He just got on his motorcycle and drove through the rain toward Riki's apartment.
By the time he arrived, he was completely soaked. His clothes were dripping, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and his teeth were almost chattering as he rode the elevator up to Riki's floor.
When Riki opened the door, he took one look at Sunghoon and gasped.
"Oh my god, you're soaked," Riki said, immediately pulling him inside. "Why didn't you take an umbrella?"
"I was in a hurry," Sunghoon said simply, looking at Riki for the first time in three weeks.
Riki was wearing an oversized hoodie, one of Sunghoon's, actually, which made Sunghoon's heart ache. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, his hair was messy, and he looked absolutely exhausted. He also looked like the most beautiful thing Sunghoon had ever seen.
"Come on, let me get you a towel," Riki said, and Sunghoon followed him to the bathroom.
Riki got him a towel, and Sunghoon started to dry off. Riki hovered in the doorway, his expression uncertain, and Sunghoon realized that the easy comfort they'd always had with each other had been damaged by their fight. They were awkward now, when they'd never been awkward before.
"You should change," Riki said. "I have some of your clothes here. You've left stuff at my place before."
Sunghoon nodded, and Riki went to get him clothes. While Riki was gone, Sunghoon changed out of his wet clothes, wrapping the towel around his waist. When Riki came back with dry clothes, he tried very hard not to look at Sunghoon's chest, which Sunghoon found incredibly endearing given everything that had happened.
Once Sunghoon was dressed, they went to Riki's living room. Riki curled up on one end of the couch, and Sunghoon sat on the other end, leaving space between them.
"Tell me what happened," Sunghoon said gently.
So Riki told him. About how Jungwon had been getting increasingly annoyed with Riki's lack of attention, how Riki had felt like he was always doing something wrong, how the fight had escalated until Jungwon had said some truly hurtful things, things about how Riki was immature, how Riki clearly didn't care about the relationship, how maybe they wanted different things.
"He said I was always distracted," Riki said, his voice small. "And he was right. I was. Because every time I tried to focus on him, my mind would go to you, to the fact that I hadn't talked to you in forever, to how much I missed you. And I didn't understand why my best friend not talking to me was affecting my relationship more than actually being with my boyfriend."
Sunghoon's stomach twisted. He didn't know what to do with that information. Didn't know how to respond.
"And then he said—" Riki's voice broke again. "He said maybe I should just date you instead, if I cared about you more than I cared about him. And I just... I realized that he was right. Not about dating you, but about the fact that you matter more to me. You're the person I want to talk to when I'm upset. You're the person I miss when we're not together. You're the person who—"
Riki stopped himself, not finishing the sentence.
"I'm sorry I've been such a bad friend," Riki said instead. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you didn't matter. You matter so much, Sunghoon. You're the most important person in my life."
Sunghoon leaned forward. This was the moment. This was when he could tell Riki the truth. This was when he could bridge the gap between them.
But before he could speak, Riki started crying again.
"I hate this," Riki said. "I hate not talking to you. I hate the awkwardness between us. I just want things to go back to how they were."
And something in Sunghoon snapped.
He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't sit here and listen to Riki talk about how much Sunghoon mattered to him, how important their friendship was, all while knowing that Sunghoon wanted so much more than friendship. He couldn't keep being the comfortable friend, the one Riki could rely on, the one who picked up the pieces when romantic relationships failed.
Sunghoon stood up abruptly and walked to the window, looking out at the rain.
"Sunghoon?" Riki's voice was tentative. "What's wrong?"
"I can't do this anymore," Sunghoon said quietly.
"Do what?" Riki asked, panic creeping into his voice. "What do you mean?"
"I can't be the person you cry to about someone else," Sunghoon said, turning to face Riki. His heart was pounding. This was it. He was really about to do this. "I can't keep playing the supportive best friend while watching you fall for people who don't deserve you. I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with just being your comfort person, your safety net, the person you call when everyone else fails you."
"Sunghoon, you're scaring me," Riki said, getting off the couch. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying..." Sunghoon took a breath. He looked at Riki's face, confused, scared, beautiful, and he realized he was really about to change everything. "I'm saying that I don't want to be second place anymore. I don't want to be the person you call when you're upset about someone else. I don't want to be your backup plan."
"You're not my backup plan," Riki said, his voice getting louder. "You know you're not."
"Then what am I?" Sunghoon asked. "Tell me, Riki. Tell me exactly what I am to you. Because from where I'm standing, it feels like I'm just a reliable friend. The one who's always there. The one you can depend on. But the one you're not in love with."
Riki opened his mouth and closed it. Opened it again. "Sunghoon—"
"I regret the fight," Sunghoon said, and he meant every word. "I regret losing my temper with you. I regret saying those things the way I said them. But I don't regret the truth of what I said. I don't regret the fact that I couldn't stand watching you be with someone else. And you know why?"
Riki shook his head, his eyes wide and glistening with tears.
"Because I'm in love with you," Sunghoon said. The words felt enormous, felt like admitting something he'd been hiding for years. "I've been in love with you for so long that I can't even remember when it started. And I made peace with never being able to be with you romantically. I accepted that. But I can't accept being the person you turn to when your actual relationship falls apart. I can't accept being the emotional support while someone else gets to have you physically, romantically, the way I want to have you."
Riki was crying openly now. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't want to ruin our friendship!" Sunghoon said, frustrated. "Because I thought it was better to have you in my life as a best friend than to risk losing you completely. But I realize now that I've been losing you anyway. You've been slipping away this whole time, and it's because I never told you the truth."
"Sunghoon, I—" Riki started, but Sunghoon held up a hand.
"You don't have to say anything," Sunghoon said. "I didn't tell you this because I expect you to feel the same way. I told you because I can't keep lying to both of us. I told you because I was tired of pretending that I'm okay with just being your best friend when I want so much more."
There was a long moment of silence.
And then Riki took a step toward him.
"You're an idiot," Riki said softly.
Sunghoon looked up, surprised by both the words and the tone. Riki was crying, but there was something else on his face. Something like realization.
"You're an idiot," Riki said again, "if you think I've been looking for comfort in Jungwon because I was in love with him. You're an idiot if you don't realize that I've been trying to convince myself that I could be happy with someone else because the person I actually want has been standing right in front of me."
Sunghoon's breath caught. "Riki, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying," Riki said, taking another step closer, "that you're not second place. You've never been second place. You're the only place. You're the only person I've ever wanted to call when I'm upset. You're the only person I trust enough to fall apart in front of. And yes, I was dating Jungwon, but I was doing it because I was trying to convince myself that I could move on, that I could get over what I feel for you."
"And what do you feel?" Sunghoon asked, barely daring to breathe.
"I think," Riki said, stepping even closer until they were almost touching, "that I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a long time. I think that's why my relationship with Jungwon never felt right. It's because he wasn't you."
Sunghoon reached out and cupped Riki's face, his hands trembling slightly.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Because once we do this, once we take this step, I can't go back to being just your best friend. I don't know if I can handle that."
"I don't want you to go back," Riki said, his voice barely a whisper. "I want you to move forward. With me."
And then, suddenly, Sunghoon kissed him.
He kissed Riki like he'd been wanting to for years. He kissed him like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. He kissed him with all the passion and longing and love that he'd been holding back for so long.
Riki kissed him back just as intensely, his hands coming up to fist in Sunghoon's shirt, pulling him closer. They were both crying,tears mixing with tears, and kissing and holding onto each other like they'd almost lost each other and had just barely gotten a second chance.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard.
"I want you," Riki said, his voice husky. "I want you so badly. But I also want to make sure about this. I want to make sure that this is really happening and it's not just—"
"It's real," Sunghoon said, brushing Riki's hair back from his forehead. "This is real. I'm real. And I want you too. So much."
"Then take me to bed," Riki said simply. "Take me to bed and show me."
They moved to Riki's bedroom in a tangle of limbs and kisses. Sunghoon kept expecting to wake up, to realize this was just a dream. But it wasn't. Riki was real. Riki was here. Riki was now his.
They fell onto the bed, and Sunghoon immediately moved to kiss Riki again, deeper this time. His hands ran down Riki's body, over the hoodie Riki was wearing.
"Take this off," Sunghoon murmured against Riki's lips.
Riki obeyed, pulling the hoodie over his head and tossing it aside. He was wearing nothing underneath, and Sunghoon's breath caught at the sight of him, pale skin, delicate collarbone, small pink nipples.
"You're so beautiful," Sunghoon whispered, unable to look away. "God, you're so beautiful."
He kissed down Riki's neck, his teeth grazing over the delicate skin. He wanted to mark Riki, wanted to leave evidence of what had happened between them. He sucked gently on the skin where Riki's neck met his shoulder, and Riki gasped, his hands coming up to grip Sunghoon's shoulders.
"Sunghoon," Riki breathed, "I need you. Please. Don't make me wait."
But Sunghoon wasn't about to rush this. He'd waited years for this moment. He wasn't about to waste it.
He kissed down Riki's chest, paying special attention to his nipples. He sucked on one bud while his hand played with the other, twisting it gently between his fingers. Riki was gasping and writhing beneath him, his hips bucking up involuntarily.
Sunghoon's hand continued lower, and he could feel the dampness between Riki's legs, could smell the sweet scent of Riki's arousal. Riki was already soaked, his pussy glistening with wetness.
"I want to taste you," Sunghoon murmured.
But Riki's hand came up and grabbed his hair, pulling him back up to face-level.
"No," Riki said, his voice firm despite his heavy breathing. "I want you inside me. I want to feel your cock. Please, Sunghoon. I've been waiting so long."
Sunghoon's cock was already hard, straining against his pants. He quickly stripped them off along with his underwear, revealing his thick, impressive length. Riki's eyes went wide when he saw it.
"Oh my god," Riki whispered.
"Are you scared?" Sunghoon asked, a slight smile playing at his lips.
"No," Riki said, and there was a hunger in his eyes that made Sunghoon's heart race. "I'm excited."
Sunghoon reached over to grab the lube from Riki's nightstand
and paused.
"You have lube in your nightstand?" Sunghoon asked, one eyebrow raised.
Riki blushed. "I was... thinking about you. Sometimes. When I was alone."
Sunghoon felt a surge of arousal at that admission. Riki had been thinking about him. Had been touching himself and thinking about him.
"Show me," Sunghoon said, his voice low and demanding. "I want to see you touch yourself."
Riki hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. He lay back against the pillows, his legs spread, and his hand went to his pussy. His fingers found his clit and began to massage gently, his eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washed over him.
Sunghoon watched, mesmerized. He watched as Riki's fingers sped up, as Riki's breathing became heavier, as Riki's whole body began to respond to his own touch. It was the hottest thing Sunghoon had ever seen.
"Tell me," Sunghoon said, "tell me what you've been thinking about."
Riki's eyes opened, and he looked right at Sunghoon. "You," he said breathlessly. "I've been thinking about you touching me. I've been thinking about your hands on my body. I've been thinking about your cock inside me. I've been thinking about you fucking me."
"Mmm," Sunghoon said, his cock twitching with arousal. "And what else?"
"I've been thinking about you choking me," Riki said, his voice getting even breathier as he continued to touch himself. "I want you to wrap your hand around my throat and squeeze while you fuck me. I want to feel controlled by you. I want to submit to you completely."
Sunghoon groaned. He grabbed Riki's wrist gently, stopping the movement of his hand.
"If you're going to come," Sunghoon said, "I want you to come on my cock."
He grabbed the lube and coated his thick length generously. Then he positioned himself at Riki's entrance.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," Riki said, his eyes wide with anticipation and desire. "I'm ready. Please, Sunghoon. I need you."
Sunghoon pushed inside slowly, giving Riki time to adjust to his size. He was thick, thicker than Riki had probably been expecting, and he could see the moment surprise crossed Riki's face.
"Breathe," Sunghoon said gently. "Just breathe. I'll go slow."
He pushed deeper, and Riki's eyes closed, his mouth opening in a silent gasp. By the time Sunghoon was fully inside, they were both trembling.
"Oh my god," Riki said, "you feel... that's so big... you fill me up so much..."
"You feel perfect," Sunghoon said, and he meant it. Riki's pussy was hot and tight and perfect around him, like Riki had been made for him. "You're so tight. So perfect. I'm not going to last long."
"Don't hold back," Riki said, reaching up to pull Sunghoon down for a kiss. "I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel it tomorrow."
Sunghoon began to move, his thrusts starting slow and controlled. But Riki's words, combined with the feeling of being inside Riki, combined with years of wanting this, made control difficult.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. His hands gripped Riki's hips, pulling him closer, driving deeper with each stroke.
Riki was gasping and moaning with each thrust, his whole body moving with Sunghoon's rhythm. His hands roamed over Sunghoon's back, his nails digging in slightly as pleasure overwhelmed him.
"Harder," Riki demanded. "Fuck me harder."
Sunghoon obeyed, pounding into Riki with increasing intensity. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with their gasps and moans.
"My throat," Riki gasped out. "Choke me. Please. I want to feel your hand around my throat."
Sunghoon brought his hand up to Riki's throat, wrapping his long fingers gently around the delicate neck. He didn't squeeze, not yet. Just applied a light pressure, a reminder of his control.
Riki's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Yes. Yes, like that. Squeeze. I want you to squeeze."
Sunghoon applied more pressure, not enough to actually hurt Riki or cut off his air completely, but enough to make Riki feel controlled, owned, dominated.
Riki's pussy clenched around Sunghoon's cock, and he came hard, his whole body convulsing with pleasure. He was moaning Sunghoon's name over and over as waves of orgasm crashed through him.
The clenching of Riki's pussy around his cock was too much for Sunghoon. With a few more hard thrusts, he came, filling Riki with hot spurts of cum. He released his grip on Riki's throat and collapsed on top of him, both of them breathing hard.
They lay like that for a long moment, just holding each other, both completely overwhelmed.
After they'd both caught their breath, Sunghoon rolled over and pulled Riki close, his cock already starting to harden again. Riki looked at him with surprise and desire.
"Again?" Riki asked, a small smile playing at his lips.
"Again," Sunghoon confirmed. "I've been waiting for this for too long. I'm not stopping until we're both completely satisfied."
He kissed Riki deeply, and Riki kissed him back with equal intensity. This kiss was different from the first one. It was slower, more intimate, more romantic. Sunghoon was expressing everything he felt, his love, his passion, his devotion.
When they broke apart, Sunghoon began to kiss his way down Riki's body again, this time making a map of Riki with his lips and tongue. He left marks everywhere, on Riki's collarbone, on his chest, on his ribs. He wanted Riki to see the evidence of their connection tomorrow.
Riki was gasping and writhing, his hands gripping at the sheets. When Sunghoon's mouth reached Riki's pussy, Riki tried to pull him up.
"No," Riki said. "I want to feel your cock again. I don't want your mouth. I want you inside me."
So Sunghoon obliged. He moved back up and entered Riki again, this time with more control. His thrusts were slower, deeper, more intimate. He wanted Riki to feel every inch of him, wanted Riki to understand how much he loved him.
"I love you," Sunghoon said, and the words felt right. Felt true. Felt like something he'd been waiting to say for years. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Riki said, his voice breaking slightly with emotion. "I love you, Sunghoon. I'm so sorry it took me so long to realize it."
"Don't apologize," Sunghoon said, kissing Riki's forehead. "We're together now. That's all that matters."
His thrusts continued, slower and more intimate now, less about the physical pleasure and more about the connection between them. This was lovemaking in its truest sense, two people completely devoted to each other's pleasure and happiness.
Riki came again, his pussy tightening around Sunghoon's cock, and Sunghoon came soon after, groaning Riki's name as he filled him with cum.
They both finally collapsed together, both completely exhausted and completely satisfied. Sunghoon pulled Riki close, his chest pressed against Riki's back, his arm wrapped protectively around Riki's waist.
"Don't let me go," Riki whispered.
"Never," Sunghoon promised, kissing the top of Riki's head. "Never again."
"Even if I'm annoying?" Riki asked sleepily.
"Especially then," Sunghoon said. "I love all of you, Riki. The good parts and the annoying parts. All of it."
Riki turned around to face him, and Sunghoon could see fresh tears in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Sunghoon asked, concerned. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," Riki said. "I'm just happy. I'm so happy. I can't believe this is real. I can't believe you love me the way I love you."
"Believe it," Sunghoon said, and he kissed Riki again, gently, tenderly. "This is real. I'm real. And I'm never going to let you go."
They fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other, finally whole.