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Moonlight softly illuminates the bedroom a pale blue, soft beams coming up through the slots where the curtains haven't been pulled shut. Gunwoo just barely wakes up from the slow squirming at his side.
Without having to turn any lights on, his eyes adjust to the almost-darkness in the room quickly when he cracks them open, finding immediately the form of his husband pressed into him, blond strands of hair dancing around his vision. Eui-Joon must have been readjusting to get out from underneath the covers, he assumes when he's met with the sight of Eui-Joon's legs bare and the blue of Gunwoo's own nightshirt that he had knabbed for himself before bed, rather than a lump under their blanket.
"Hi," Eui-Joon murmurs into the side of his face, leaning the weight of his body onto his husband's. Gunwoo rests an open palm on his back.
"Hi," he says back, voice gravelly and even lower than usual from the sleep he was just pulled from, trying slowly to blink away the tiredness.
Eui-Joon's stomach flinches with a small sound of amusement as he moves on top of the other, chest to chest, lifting a hand to brush the man's sleep-tousled hair from his eyes. He holds those black strands in his fingers, rubbing his thumb against their softness as he smiles wider, closing his eyes and the few centimeters between them as he leans down to press a kiss to the elder's lips. He moves away after a handful of seconds, just to repeat the action again, and again once more.
After the third kiss, Eui-Joon opens his eyes to meet Ahjussi's and he can't help the breath of delight that leaves him when he sees the man's lips upturned in a small smile.
"What's up with that?" Gunwoo questions, softly grinning, dark brown eyes full of mirth. "You tryin' to cover your ass?"
Eui-Joon laughs easily, and he twists the loc of Gunwoo's hair that he captured between his fingers as he speaks. "What? What've I done that I need to cover for?"
"You tell me." Gunwoo shifts a bit to adjust Eui-Joon's full weight on top of him, his other hand snaking its way to Eui-Joon's side. "You sneak out and crash your car?"
"What would I be doing that I would have to sneak out for!" Eui-Joon beams, loving when his husband jokes around with him, trying to look offended at the suggestion but failing miserably. "-Plus! I can't even go to the bathroom at night without you waking up!"
The look of mischief that crosses the older man's features before he begins to speak reminds Eui-Joon of a child about to pull a prank, and it has him worrying just a little bit. "I don't know.." Gunwoo looks to the clock on their bedside table. Seeing that its almost half past one in the morning, his gaze drifts back to meet Eui-Joon's and he smirks. "..Did you go out to meet your side piece?"
"Ahjussi!" Eui-Joon's eyes widen and an incredulous gasp mixes with his laughter as his hand releases Gunwoo's hair to clamp over his husband's evil mouth. "Are you crazy?! You know I'd never!"
"Mm-hmm.." Gunwoo hums lowly against Eui-Joon's fingers as he slides his arm fully around his waist, before moving to turn them both onto their sides, earning a small noise of surprise from the blond as his shoulder hits the mattress.
He doesn't release his hold on the younger man, running his finger over the deep blue fabric of his stolen pajama shirt as he kisses the fingers covering his lips, before taking hold of that smaller hand within his own.
The blush coloring Eui-Joon's face and neck and collarbones is something he admires subconsciously as he strokes his finger over the wedding ring Eui-Joon wears, continuing his ploy—"..I think I'll believe you if you kiss me again."
The blond sighs dramatically, but he's smiling still as he leans into Gunwoo's lips. Taking the lead, Gunwoo lifts his head to deepen their kiss, tangling their tongues and their breaths as they move together, Eui-Joon's other hand coming to rest on his arm.
After just a few moments, though, Eui-Joon has to pull away because he's giggling softly again, and Gunwoo's look of disdain at him removing himself so soon only adds to the humor he finds in the situation.
"You're not funny." Eui-Joon says through his joy, his nose pressed up into Gunwoo's cheek as he practically talks into the other's mouth.
"Yeah?" A kiss presses to Eui-Joon's plump lower lip. "You're laughin', though."
"Just cause it's so annoyingly silly that I can't help it!" Another kiss presses to the corner of Eui-Joon's mouth as he speaks.
"Uh-huh... Sure it's not cause what I said is true?"
Eui-Joon knew completely that Gunwoo was just messing around to rile him up, and he smiled contentedly as he turned his head so that his mouth pressed into his husband's soft cheek. He kissed the skin there and felt an indescribable amount of happiness as he tucked himself against the larger man.
"Can't I kiss you in the middle of the night just because I love you?" Came his reply.
Eui-Joon knew well the effect that those words had on his husband, even now that they'd been married for quite some time. Feeling the way that Gunwoo's cheeks quickly warmed, and hearing the change in his breathing, Eui-Joon felt triumphant.
"Eui-Joon-ah..." Gunwoo groaned, immediately changing their positions and slipping his face into Eui-Joon's neck. Eui-Joon was happy, feeling as if he'd gotten the best sort of revenge when those heated cheeks and furrowed brows pressed into his skin.
He would've been content to let them sit and bask in each other, had the thought that's been pestering him since he woke up not re-entered his mind.
"You know what I really want right now?" Eui-Joon spoke, smoothing back the other's hair, like he was petting a giant puppy.
"Hm?"
"That peanut-butter cookie dough I made earlier."
A huff of exasperation. "You're seriously thinkin' 'bout cookies right now?"
"Very much." Eui-Joon's hand trailed to the other's shoulder, rubbing his finger gently over one of the dark, raised scars there. "We should go put some in the oven."
"Mmm..." Gunwoo began raking his hand down Eui-Joon's back. "...I wanna put somethin' else somewhere else."
Immediately, Eui-Joon slinks himself out of his reach, leaning against the other man's legs as he sits, grinning playfully at him. "After the cookies, Ahjussi!"
"Eui-Joon-ah..."
"It'll only take half an hour, at most!" Eui-Joon reasoned, trying not to laugh at Gunwoo's whining, pulling the duvet to the side and revealing his husband's bare torso. "We really just have to put them in the oven!"
Seeing the sulking look that crosses his face almost wants to make him give in and climb back into bed with him. Eui-Joon wonders how this is the same man who people are afraid to even walk next to on the street. He pats Gunwoo's legs enthusiastically as he climbs over them to get to his slippers on his side of the bed. "Hurry, hurry!"
Without giving him a chance to respond, Eui-Joon darts out of their room the second his feet hit his slippers, leaving their door completely open.
Laughing softly to himself, Eui-Joon switches on the dim hallway lights once he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He prefers the soft yellowish hue of these rather than the beaming, bright overhead ones, which he rarely used anyhow, because not only do they ruin the ambience of the house, the headaches they cause are the worst.
Making his way into the kitchen, he turns on a small lamp on the counter, along with the light on the stove's hood, and sets the oven to preheat while he gets the cookies ready to be baked. But before he starts with that, his attention turns over to the screen of the speaker that sits at one side of the island's counter, making sure the volume is pleasantly low but still audible before shuffling a playlist.
By the time Gunwoo joins him in the kitchen, he's nearly done placing the dough on the baking sheets. Eui-Joon sees that Ahjussi is wearing the pants that match his shirt, and he can't help the way his heart feels warmer in his chest because of it.
"Thought you said we just need to put 'em in the oven?" Gunwoo says softly, taking his hands out of his pockets and reaching out one to stroke Eui-Joon's flank as he moves to stand behind him.
Eui-Joon scoffs, smiling both at the remark and his husband's gentle touch. "Don't get smart, you know what I meant."
Gunwoo's arms encircle Eui-Joon's waist as he stands against the blond, leaning down to press his mouth onto his shoulder, nose resting on top of it. The smell of Eui-Joon's skin mixes with the remnants of his own shampoo that's lingering on the shirt the younger man stole from him earlier in the evening. He takes another deep breath of Eui-Joon as he watches him roll one of the last balls of dough in a bowl of sugar, before placing it on the parchment paper-lined baking sheet.
"Y'know you're up makin' cookies at 2am?"
"It's.."—Eui-Joon leans his head back just a bit, trying to get a glance at the clock on the microwave—"..only 1:40."
"Didn'tcha say not to get smart?"
Eui-Joon laughs again. Gunwoo thinks that an extra year is added to his life every time he can hear, see, and feel Eui-Joon laugh all at once.
"That only counts for you. Besides, you know that this is the best time for late night snacks like this." Eui-Joon declares, moving the last ball of dough onto the tray, before picking up a fork and beginning to carefully press down on the dough with it, creating neat criss-cross lines over each cookie. Once finished, he begins to maneuver both himself and Gunwoo toward the sink so he can rinse his hands, but his attention is drawn elsewhere when the oven beeps.
"I got it." Gunwoo murmurs against Eui-Joon's shoulder as he presses a kiss there, before moving back toward the tray of cookie dough, his hand running across the younger man's back as he steps away.
"Thank you, set the timer for nine minutes, please. " Putting the fork into the sink, Eui-Joon turns on the tap, and runs his hands under the cold water. "Oh, and could you get a plate out, too?"
Collecting the now empty container, spoon, and the bowl that still had a few grams of sugar left in it, he ran everything under the water before beginning to quickly wash the few dishes, thinking amusedly to himself about how Ahjussi was always acting as if he had to endure physical pain each time his hands were busy somewhere other than on Eui-Joon. Honestly, he probably would endure physical pain better.
He has only the two utensils left to wash when he hears the light clinking of glass behind him, Gunwoo setting a plate down before he steps back into his spot behind Eui-Joon. The older man's large hands find their place to rest firmly on his hips and he presses a kiss into Eui-Joon's hair as he finishes up.
Eui-Joon rinses the last two dishes, and as he moves to put them in the drying rack, he feels it as Gunwoo's hands slide beneath his much-too-big shirt, just barely grazing his bare skin and underwear as they trail back up to his hips, before settling themselves back there. Gunwoo moves his thumbs slowly along his back as the blond picks up a hand-towel.
He shivers as his husband's fingers slip into place inside of the two dimples on his back, and his stomach trembles when Gunwoo rubs the pads of his fingers there, feeling, for one second, two, and then he squeezes.
Eui-Joon's eyelids flutter with the pressure and his fingers flex into the hand-towel, his breath shuddering out of his mouth. Another kiss is pressed into the crown of his head, and his knees feel like they might buckle.
Gunwoo always knows exactly where to touch him, how to touch him.
"Ahjussi.." The need that ignited in his stomach seeps easily into his voice. One of those hands leaves its place on his hip to close itself around his throat, tilting his face up, back, towards Gunwoo. "Ahjussi, after..."
"I know," is the only response he gives before pressing their mouths together.
Eui-Joon closes his eyes and drops the towel onto the counter, turning to face the other, lifting himself onto his toes, pressing further up into his lips. His arms wrap easily around his neck and pull, uncaring of whether or not he's trying to lift himself higher or bring Gunwoo lower to him, just knowing that they weren't close enough.
Ahjussi's hand holds the back of Eui-Joon's neck, and it makes the blood rush inside of his ears when he thinks about how roughly these same hands have treated so many others, and how kindly they treat him every day. These hands that he's seen knock others to ground with complete ease, are also the only ones he feels utterly safe having wrapped around his neck.
The pair lasts barely a minute more like that, before it's Gunwoo who needs to have Eui-Joon closer.
Lifting the younger man off of the ground and into his arms, he quickly feels more satisfied with Eui-Joon clinging to his neck as they breathe into each other, holding their faces as close together as they could humanly go, hungrily tasting each other.
Setting Eui-Joon on the side of the kitchen island, calloused hands slide down the skin of the younger man's thighs, holding them, appreciating the warmth and the softness he feels beneath his fingers and held snugly around his waist. Gunwoo continues feeling him up, lapping into his mouth and stealing his breath, getting more carried away with each second that passes, until the sound of the oven's timer breaks him out of his reverie.
Eui-Joon pulls away first. His smile is warm and sweet as he looks into the elder's annoyed expression, and Gunwoo wants to eat him up more than he's ever wanted any dessert.
"Come on," Eui-Joon insists, pushing himself from Gunwoo's embrace and off of the counter, despite his protestant groaning, "we didn't wait this long just to burn them!"
The blond slides open a drawer and takes out an oven mitt and two pot holders, placing the two on the counter a few inches away from each other, and the glove on his own hand. He knows the only reason he doesn't have to fight Ahjussi out of his personal space is because of the hot oven he reaches into, retrieving the cookies and setting them down onto the pot holders.
Removing the mitt and turning off the oven is as far as he gets before Gunwoo is trying to cozy up to him again. His hand only reaches Eui-Joon's side before the blond is meandering away from him, toward the other end of the island and out of his reach again.
"Nope! After eating!" Eui-Joon laughs, looking affectionately at the other's dismay. "Only after eating!"
"Please, Eui-Joon-ah," Gunwoo whines, reaching out for him again.
"After!" He persists, ignoring the man's hands returning to him in favor of turning up the volume on the speaker, trying to distract him for the remaining minutes. The soft melody of a slow song fills their kitchen with a pleasant hum as Eui-Joon takes the hands trying to sneak underneath his shirt into his own, lacing their fingers together and dropping them down at their sides. Gunwoo's thumb traces the tendons in his hand as the blond presses his face into his husband's chest, looking up at him as he holds them like that.
Eui-Joon knows fully well that he could never, in any universe, overpower the other man in a real test of strength—that they only remain like that because Ahjussi is letting him hold him there, but that knowledge easily makes him feel more happy than him winning a wrestling match ever could. "Just a little bit longer!"
Gunwoo sulks against him, and Eui-Joon's heart overflows with fondness. There's nothing he feels happier for than the fact that Gunwoo doesn't think twice before acting so childishly around him.
After a minute, Eui-Joon adjusts them so that Gunwoo holds one of Eui-Joon's hands in both of his now, the blond turning so that his shoulder presses into his husband's chest. Eui-Joon moves his free hand to get a spatula, which, thankfully, they're already standing next the drawer for.
As he begins scooping the warm cookies onto the plate that'd been set out for them earlier, Gunwoo nuzzles his nose into Eui-Joon's hair, waiting impatiently.
"Just, like... five more minutes until we can eat them now." Eui-Joon says as he finishes the transfer, the parchment paper crinkling as he sets the spatula onto the now-empty tray, knowing completely that there's no way Gunwoo will free him just to wash those couple of dishes.
Gunwoo groans into Eui-Joon's hair, and he gets a laugh in response, Eui-Joon seeming to be perpetually smiling these days. Of course, that's not something he'd ever have a problem with.
"You'll be just fine." Eui-Joon turns back to press his face back into its spot nestled in the older man's chest, his free hand coming up to rest on one of the muscular biceps holding him. Absentmindedly, his thumb traces the mark of one of the long, deep scars littering that area, while he listens to the song that was playing quietly begin to end, hoping that the next to play will be a good one, as he's not sure just how long he will be able to tide Gunwoo over for.
"What if I'm not?"
"Mmm..." Eui-Joon can't help the tenderness he feels for the other every time he gets up to these foolish antics. "Then I'll owe you an apology."
"Just an apology?"
Feeling as if he were consoling a kindergarten student, Eui-Joon was completely unable to resist the allure of playing into that thought. "I guess I'd have to give you a prize too, huh? For doing something so hard?" He teased.
"What kinda prize're we talkin'?" Gunwoo smirks, lifting his head to look down at the other.
"Oh, please!" Eui-Joon huffs good-naturedly, a light blush dusting his cheeks, "what could we do that we don't already do?"
"I mean..." Gunwoo's smirk doesn't falter, but he looks away from Eui-Joon as he voices another thought,"..but if I have to give you a prize for every hard thing you do..?"
It takes Eui-Joon a moment for him to understand why Gunwoo is talking like his words have a double-meaning, before it clicks.
"Ahjussi! You're so!" Eui-Joon cackles, yanking his hand free from Gunwoo's as he stands up on the tips of his toes to push his palms against Gunwoo's face. He shoves him away and smushes his mouth with his fingers while also leaning his weight into him, and he hears his husband's deep laugh join his own.
They laugh together as Eui-Joon continues squeezing Gunwoo's cheeks in his hands, not hard enough to hurt but enough to redden them.
"My cheeks'll be redder than your's if you keep doin' that." Gunwoo tries to tease, but Eui-Joon's fingers make it sound muffled and almost unintelligible, and the comment only serves to make Eui-Joon laugh harder.
"Good!" He replies, only removing his hands to swipe at his eyes where they're beginning to water as he breathes deeply, trying to calm himself but he still giggles softly. "Haah, my stomach hurts because of you."
"Guess the cookies are outta the question, then." Gunwoo concludes quickly, about to try to steer them toward the living room, but Eui-Joon's immediate veto of the idea is quicker.
"No way! Just a few more minutes!" Eui-Joon says firmly. Eui-Joon tries to think for a moment, ignoring the dramatic sigh that falls from Gunwoo's lips for the umpteenth time that night, before he registers the steady, unhurried beat of the song that's just started. As soon as the idea strikes him, his arms move to loop around Gunwoo's neck and he steps into the space between his husband's legs.
"Come on, you know this one too." The blond murmurs simply, pressing them so close that they can feel each other's heartbeats. Eui-Joon's lips remain upturned, tilting his head just a bit. He has a feeling that the redness staining his husband's cheeks isn't from his earlier toying any longer. "Aren't you the one who likes the cliche romance movies like this?"
Instead of dancing like the movies though, he opts for relishing in the peaceful moment, just enjoying each other's presence. Eui-Joon feels the reverberation in the low hum Ahjussi gives in response, and he lays his head to rest on the man's broad shoulder, comfortably closing his eyes after a moment as he feels those strong arms wrap around him tighter. Hearing the steady pump of his husband's blood alongside the music, he thinks he could fall asleep standing.
Gunwoo watches Eui-Joon silently, appreciating the moment with an absolutely reverential look. Although there are only a couple of dim lights on, their gleam is enough to illuminate the younger man's face just enough. Gunwoo admires him like he has hundreds of times before: adoring the shadows his hair casts on his forehead, the way his blond eyelashes rest on top of his pink cheeks, the warmth of his skin where they're pressed together, the smile on his lips and their perfect cupid's bow, the smoothness of his eyebrows that he's traced countless times, the complete and utter ease and calmness in his face.
Eui-Joon's played this song plenty of times, but he's sure whenever he hears it now, he will think only of Eui-Joon's body against him like this, of the feeling of him breathing and the pleasantly sweet smell of the cookies permeating the air; of the moonbeams shining through the darkness of their open windows to blend with the softness of the kitchen lamps, of Eui-Joon's radiant laughter and the heat of his arms around his neck, and the euphoria of knowing that he's not dreaming.
They stay quietly like that until the music begins to fade out in the next song.
Eui-Joon blinks his eyes open, lifting his head to gently pull Gunwoo down towards him, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his husband's lips, and he smiles into them when he feels the sentiment returned.
"Let's go sit on the balcony." Eui-Joon suggests as he begins to pull away, gesturing toward the plate of cookies.
Gunwoo agrees. Not before stealing one more kiss from him though.
Reluctantly, the older man pulls away, asking, "You want somethin' to drink?"
"Yeah, please." Eui-Joon says, moving to pick up the plate. "Get me a cup of milk?"
"What're you, five?" Gunwoo pokes, but is already reaching to get the carton out of the fridge.
Eui-Joon snickers. "You're asking me that? That should be my question for you!"
"Uh-huh.." Ahjussi pours Eui-Joon a mug full before returning the carton to the fridge. "'Cause I'm the one wantin' cookies at 2am?"
"'Cause you're the one who needs a prize for waiting five minutes!" Eui-Joon taunts back as he makes his way toward their balcony. Gunwoo follows a few steps behind him, grabbing a large, plush blanket from one of their couches as he passes by.
The night air is enjoyably cool, a very slight wind hitting the couple as the door opens and they step outside.
Eui-Joon turns on the strings of lights they have hung up out there, making his way to the couch, hearing the door click closed behind him as Gunwoo shuts it. He sets the plate down on the table and the mug quickly finds it's place next to it.
"Thank you for getting a blanket." Eui-Joon says as he's pulled into Gunwoo's lap, the elder draping the fluffy blanket around his front as he's practically scooped up onto the couch. The slippers fall from Eui-Joon's feet as Ahjussi lifts his legs up to tuck them underneath it as well. He would probably be fine without a blanket, though, even considering his lack of pants, because of just how much heat his husband's body produces.
Gunwoo lets one of his legs rest on the couch and the other drape off of the side, so he's able to reach over easily to hand both the plate and the mug off to Eui-Joon.
Eui-Joon holds the plate in his lap and the milk in one hand, but once Gunwoo gets into a comfortably seated position against the back of the couch, and Eui-Joon gets comfortable against his chest, Gunwoo holds onto the cup for him, so that he doesn't need to worry about spilling.
Eui-Joon splits one of the cookies into halves, and feels warmth bloom in his chest when Ahjussi reaches out a hand to take the other half.
He'd learned a long time ago that whenever he makes something by hand, Ahjussi always has to eat at least a third of the dish, no matter how sweet it is. If he buys a dessert, then he'll be eating the whole thing, but when he makes them himself, Gunwoo needs to have some. Ever since Eui-Joon's picked up on this habit, he's made a point to tweak the recipes he makes to use a lower amount of sugar. It seems that Ahjussi appreciates it—or at least his stomach does—considering he doesn't complain of stomach-aches like he used to.
They eat contentedly together. The blanket traps Gunwoo's body heat around them, and it makes Eui-Joon feel like he's wrapped in a snug cocoon, while simultaneously he gets to finally fulfill his late-night craving. Eui-Joon admires the emptiness of the sky that allows him to easily see the stars, and the waning gibbous moon that shines brightly unto them, as he intermittently sips on the milk.
After he splits the last cookie, he shifts just a bit to be able to look up into his husband's face, and he smiles up to his eyes when he realises that Gunwoo was already looking at him.
"They're good, huh?" The blond questions, knocking his elbow softly against the other man's, watching him swallow the last bite of his half when he hadn't even started eating his own yet.
Gunwoo agrees.
"Worth the wait?" Eui-Joon asks.
Dark eyes diligently watch pink lips close around the soft brown of the cookie as Eui-Joon takes a bite—watch the bob of his larynx as he swallows. "Not quite."
Eui-Joon rolls his eyes dramatically, though still looking joyful, as he looks back up toward the sky, eating the remainder of his cookie, and drinking the last sips from his mug. Gunwoo's eyes never leave him.
The moment that Eui-Joon sets the mug atop the plate, Gunwoo immediately takes them from him, placing them onto the table next to them with ease. Eui-Joon watches the man's impatience in amusement. Sitting on his heels, he turns his torso to face him, moving a hand to his cheek and leaning up to bestow a loud, playful smooch onto his lips.
From his nose, Gunwoo lets out a breath of exasperation, before tilting his head and cupping Eui-Joon's neck to capture his husband's lips in a much more serious kiss. The older man can feel Eui-Joon giggle into it, before his amusement is rapidly replaced by want, as Gunwoo licks into his mouth.
They both can taste the cookies they'd just eaten on the other, but their thoughts were quickly filled with other things as their tongues moved together.
Eui-Joon's face quickly becomes hot, as Ahjussi's hands began to lift up his shirt. He can feel himself hardening within his briefs as he hastily sucks the sugary saliva from his husband's tongue. Gunwoo's hands stroke the skin of Eui-Joon's knees softly as he pushes his fingers in-between the space where his thighs rest on top of his calves, gripping down on the flesh of the backs of his thighs. He pulls Eui-Joon's legs apart to fit his waist between them, and slots the both of them together with ease.
Eui-Joon releases a breath from his nose when he feels his husband's bulge press against him, but he has to pull away to whine when Ahjussi maneuveres them to grind against each other.
"Hurry.. Let's go inside, Ahjussi.." Eui-Joon speaks in between the quick kisses he presses to the other's lips.
"Mmmh.. it's already "after the cookies", Eui-Joon-ah." Breathily, Gunwoo spoke against Eui-Joon's jaw, making no move to get up. Instead, he moves the blond backwards, sprawling him out on his back, legs stretching out, blanket falling to his sides, the couch creaking softly as it adjusts to their combined weight.
"We're outside!" Eui-Joon protests, though he makes no actual move to stop the other, his arms sliding to wrap as much as they could around Gunwoo's broad back. The black-haired man kisses down his husband's pale neck, his hands sliding up his thighs and over his hips, before they begin lifting his shirt, revealing his stomach and chest to be laved over by the cool air.
Gunwoo licks down the skin of Eui-Joon's collarbone, feeling the way his love's hips flinch against his own when he bites down there. "The hell d'you think I bought the house with no neighbors for?"
"We have neighbors!" Eui-Joon's voice is wobbly now as Gunwoo kisses down his chest, leaving a few pink and red marks in his wake as he goes. "They're just farther away!"
"Isn't that the same thing?" Gunwoo asks simply as his mouth reaches Eui-Joon's nipples. When his tongue meets the sensitive pink there, he can feel the muscles in Eui-Joon's back flinch against his hands. The breath that was beginning to be choked out of Eui-Joon's lips is briskly replaced with an all out moan, his mouth falling open with the sound when he feels teeth drag over the tender bud, and tactfully sink down into the flesh.
Eui-Joon breathes in shakily. "If we get a noise complaint.."
"Have we ever?" Gunwoo asks, grinning at the outraged noise Eui-Joon makes in response. His profuse blushing falls all the way down his body. "Mmh, I'll take responsibility," he speaks against the skin of his husband's pectoral, lapping at the purple mark he's just made there. "We won't though, so don't worry."
Eui-Joon doesn't have the chance to respond with any words before Ahjussi continues with his affectionate biting, and he can only tilt his head back and whine.
Gunwoo removes his mouth from the other as he sits upright, wrapping his hand around one of Eui-Joon's pale legs and sliding his forearm beneath the other as he hefts them both up, and rests them both gently together on one of his shoulders. His fingers slip beneath the elastic band of Eui-Joon's underwear, completing his goal of sliding the black fabric down his legs, freeing his erection from their confines, and throwing them to the floor.
Eui-Joon watches, hands gripping the blanket beneath him, feeling so much more exposed with his legs in the air, blond eyebrows furrowing as Ahjussi presses a kiss to the leg closest to his face.
"We don't have any lube-" Eui-Joon begins, but he's cut off when Gunwoo reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a couple of packets. Eui-Joon's blush deepens impossibly and he wonders how he hadn't expected that. "You had those on you the whole time?!"
Gunwoo only smirks in response as he guides one of Eui-Joon's legs to his other shoulder, letting it fall down his arm to be held in the joint of his elbow, and tears one of the packets open, squeezing the viscous liquid all over his fingers. A kiss presses to his leg as Gunwoo's hand effortlessly finds his ass, smoothening a length of lube over his scrotum as he applies just an ounce of pressure there, sliding further downwards.
Eui-Joon can feel the soft breeze whispering over his newly moistened skin and he shivers, grateful somewhere in the back of his mind that the lube had warmed thanks to Gunwoo's body heat.
"What if- What if someone sees me?" Comes Eui-Joon's last protest, though it's not even much of that; his voice is thick with want and he watches through his eyelashes in anticipation as Gunwoo's fingers find what they had set out to.
"Then I'd have to kill 'em." Ahjussi responds like it's the only answer.
Eui-Joon is barely able to even register Gunwoo's words though, as he feels two of those thick fingers slide inside of him. His plight is forgotten, his back arching off of the couch and he groans.
His husband's sure hand finds his prostate immediately, applying force to it a bit more aggressively than he had intended to—just the thought of anyone else seeing Eui-Joon like this is enough to set him on edge. Eui-Joon doesn't seem to mind the aggressiveness at all however, his head thrown back as he lets out a pleased cry, forearms pressing down onto the couch cushions as he tries to push his hips further into Gunwoo's touch.
Gunwoo spreads his fingers, easing them out, and adding another digit in alongside them when they slide back inside. Eui-Joon's muscles comply with his prodding easily, considering how Gunwoo had fucked him thoroughly before they had gone to bed, just a handful of hours ago.
As his fingers continue their stretching, Eui-Joon makes his desire very apparent, sliding his hips back down to meet them each time they leave him. Gunwoo thinks he should continue like this, waiting to see how long it would take for Eui-Joon to start begging for more, but it's proven that there would be no need for that just a second later.
"Ahjussi- Ahjussi, please..!"
Had Gunwoo been a stronger-willed man, he would have kept Eui-Joon pleading like that for longer—but, as it was, he could only remove his fingers and untie the knot of his pants. The removal of his own clothes has Eui-Joon's breath hitching in expectancy. Gunwoo rips open the other packet of lube, spreading it over the length of his dick. The breath of a laugh leaves him when he catches how intently Eui-Joon's shining grey eyes watch the movement of his hands.
Aligning his tip against Eui-Joon's hole, he gently began pressing inside, watching the blond's face crumble as he strains to watch himself be stretched open.
Gunwoo isn't fairing much better than his husband—face hot with the blood in his cheeks as he listens to the whines that fall from Eui-Joon's mouth each time he pulls almost fully out, just to slowly squeeze another inch of his length inside, taking his time to slowly work the ever-tight muscle open.
"Eui-Joon-ah..."
When Gunwoo has himself sheathed almost fully inside, he clutches tightly to Eui-Joon's thighs, fingers imprinting onto the rotund flesh, feeling Eui-Joon clench down as he draws himself out.
Eui-Joon can only miss him for a second, before Gunwoo slams fully inside, and he keens.
"Eui-Joon-ah..!"
It doesn't take long for Gunwoo to settle into a relentless rhythm while he watches the way his cock protrudes from inside Eui-Joon's stomach with each of his well-placed thrusts, the way Eui-Joon's neck lolls backwards, eyes staring unfocused into the star-filled sky as his slick lips do nothing to stop the unabashed moans leaving his throat.
"Yeo Eui-Joon!" Gunwoo groans his name like a prayer, cheek pressed into the soft skin of Eui-Joon's leg on his shoulder.
His thrusts increase in speed and force. He's unable to take his eyes off of the heavy bulge he creates in his abdomen. His mind clouds with the sensations of Eui-Joon—the way his muscles spasm along his length with each of his movements, how hot and wet and tight it is inside of him, the way it feels as if Eui-Joon's body itself is pulling him back inside each time he slides out.
His attention only shifts when Eui-Joon calls out to him as he starts to come, his stomach being painted with the white ropes of his semen. Gunwoo fucks him through it, pace remaining unchanged as Eui-Joon convulses around him, the blond's gratified wails reaching his ears.
Eui-Joon takes in deep lungfuls of air, reprieve given to him as he comes down from his climax when he feels Gunwoo pull out of him abruptly. The man holds tightly to the leg slung over his shoulder, but he drops the one held in his other arm to the couch as he moves to stand.
Confusion overtakes Eui-Joon's mind when he feels the blanket beneath him being bunched towards his head, and his hips being lifted into the air. Gunwoo's freed left hand grabs onto his hip and turns him sideways, his torso now parallel to the back of the couch, his face burning when his legs fall open incredibly wide.
"Ahjussi-?"
Gunwoo kneels one leg onto the couch, the other standing on the floor with a calf pressed against the edge, Eui-Joon's dangling leg slotted in between his own. His hand leaves Eui-Joon's hip to brace himself on the back of the couch as he easily presses his dick back inside of the blond.
Eui-Joon's body has long since adjusted to his husband's beastly drive for sex, immensely enjoying the overstimulation from going at it again so quickly, and he feels himself hardening as he's filled, but the position has him making even noisier sounds than usual as Gunwoo literally fucks him sideways.
The black-haired man plunges inside of him as deep as he can go, keeping Eui-Joon hoisted in the air, inches above the couch, as he repeats the action again, and again, quickly picking up the pace and thrusting with fervor.
"Ahjussi!" Eui-Joon's eyes widen, glazing over, his mind filling with rapture as he cries out at the new angle. His hands flex uselessly against the couch cushions, his toes curling and he feels only pleasure. "Right there- Right there!"
Strengthening his grip on Eui-Joon's thigh and the back of the couch, Gunwoo's cheeks flush from the sounds his husband is making, from the way he's clamped down onto his dick; the way his knee folds itself tightly over his shoulder, his heel digging into the back of it to pull him closer.
Gunwoo feels a tremor in his gut and he knows he won't last much longer—turning his head to bite down on the skin of Eui-Joon's leg and suck a hickey into it, he sees the way his husband's erection is dripping pearly rivulets of precum each time he presses back inside, and knows that he won't either.
"Haah, shit..!" Gunwoo can't tear his eyes from Eui-Joon's face, worshipping every feature like its his first time seeing them: his blond eyelashes shuddering around his glassy, sparkling grey eyes; his twitching eyebrows, his perfectly pink mouth that's fallen completely agape with his moans. "You're so fuckin' pretty."
A whimper shudders out of Eui-Joon at the compliment, feeling like all of his muscles flex with need as his husband only fucks him harder.
"You feel so good, Eui-Joon-ah..!"
Eui-Joon's entire body contracts, wrenching a vehement sob from his throat as he reaches his orgasm for the second time, his eyes sightless as they tremble and he feels entirely enveloped in ecstasy as he comes, and comes.
Gunwoo is thrown off of the precipice at the same time as Eui-Joon, unable to hold himself back when he feels the man fiercely constrict around him. Gritting his teeth, he feels the meat of Eui-Joon's thighs swell beneath his further tightening grip, and he slams himself as deep as he can go, coming undone with one more deep groan of his husband's name.
Gunwoo breathes deeply, taking a moment to come down from his climax, before he moves his hand from the back of the couch to stroke his husband's hip. He releases Eui-Joon's thigh from his other hand to gently lower him down onto the couch, pressing a couple of soft kisses to the red imprint where his fingers had been.
He stands up, slipping his underwear and pants back over his hips, not bothering to tie them before carefully sliding his arm beneath Eui-Joon's legs. Gunwoo scoops them up before he sits down where they had been. Both of his feet press against the wood of the balcony floor, and he drapes Eui-Joon's legs comfortably over his own.
Ahjussi's right hand rests over Eui-Joon's knee, thumbing over his skin. He leans down toward him, left hand smoothing up over his exposed waist, before it reaches the night shirt that's crumpled together at his chest, and pulls it down to his hips.
When Gunwoo looks toward his husband, their eyes meet, and he feels a slim hand in his hair urging him down.
Eui-Joon kisses him sweetly, fondling the black strands that he combs his fingers through. Gunwoo returns the favor with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He sweeps the blond hair from Eui-Joon's face, caresses his cheek, presses a kiss to his forehead. "Feelin' alright, gorgeous?"
Eui-Joon smiles, humming an affirmative noise, and Gunwoo presses another handful of quick kisses to his face, before he gently pulls the younger man up to sit in his lap. Ahjussi grabs the blanket, quickly straightening it out and wrapping Eui-Joon with it.
Laughing, the blond wraps his arms around Gunwoo's neck as he's picked up bridal style, feeling like he's being swaddled when the man tucks the blanket underneath his legs.
Gunwoo starts to walk toward the door, and Eui-Joon pulls himself up a bit more to press another kiss to his lips. Eui-Joon is still smiling when he pulls away, and Gunwoo can't help himself. He opens the door to the house, the music Eui-Joon had left on still quietly playing.
Stepping inside, he asks the blond, "you wanna give me my prize in the bedroom or in the shower?"
Gunwoo gains yet another year of life when Eui-Joon laughs again, softly pushing his face away.
"Seriously? It's like three in the morning now!" He snickers, loving the easy smile that sits on Gunwoo's lips, before the door closes behind him and he looks through the windows, eyes drawn to the couch where they had just been. He sees the empty lube packets, the crooked cushions and the strewn about pillows, the plate and the mug—all of which he's sure Gunwoo will come to clean up later—but...
Eui-Joon rests his head against the warmth of Ahjussi's bare chest, smiling. "Definitely the shower," he says.