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Movie nights were quite common for them, since In-ho was a big movie nerd. Every other week they would sit down on the couch with popcorn, and nachos in front of them, an opened soju bottle for Gi-hun and a glass of whisky for In-ho.
Gi-hun wasn’t that much of a movie enjoyer, he mostly liked it because he could cuddle with his boyfriend and relax a bit.
Tonight, they are rewatching the Matrix again but honestly, it didn’t bother Gi-hun. He just likes feeling the warmth of In-ho behind his back as they are spooning.
They were maybe halfway through the movie, when Gi-hun felt warm kisses on his neck.
He didn’t react at first, thinking maybe it’s In-ho’s way of showing how he wasn’t only focused on his favorite film, but also enjoying spending time with his boyfriend.
Gi-hun just sighed happily, reaching for In-ho’s hand which rested on his chest and intertwining their fingers. In-ho tugged Gi-hun closer, still leaving a wet trail on his neck.
“What are you doing?” Gi-hun chuckled, turning his head slightly to look at In-ho. He just raised his head, smiling innocently, shrugging a little.
“I just love you.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Gi-hun said jokingly, and turned back to look at the TV. Honestly, he just zooms out, not even paying attention to what's happening in the scene. He relaxes, letting his mind wander.
But In-ho starts moving their linked hands, caressing Gi-hun’s chest in small circles. Gi-hun doesn’t pay any mind to it, just appreciates the touch. He feels like he can never get enough, of touching In-ho or him touching Gi-hun.
They have been together for years now, and still, they can’t keep their hands off of each other. Holding hands while eating, which is easy, since In-ho is left handed, and Gi-hun is right handed, so they can comfortably hold each other. Or when they do the dishes, Gi-hun washing them and In-ho drying it off, every time Gi-hun hands him a plate or glass he kisses In-ho. And every time In-ho waits for another one as he dried the previous one faster, he kisses Gi-hun’s cheek, telling him silently to be faster.
In-ho continues leaving small kisses on the back of Gi-hun’s neck, nibbling on his earlobe here and there. Gi-hun shivers, as In-ho’s soft breathing hits his ear.
“Isn’t this your favorite movie? Pay attention.” Gi-hun sighs, but as In-ho obeys him, he already misses his touch. In-ho wanted a movie night, so he got it.
Gi-hun allows himself to close his eyes once in a while, feeling a little sleepy. Knowing what is going to happen in the story anyway and feeling In-ho cuddling him enough to merely fall asleep here on the couch.
In-ho’s hand already wandered to his waist, hugging him from there.
Gi-hun had his eyes closed, savoring the peace and quiet of the evening, with some background noise coming from the tv, when he felt In-ho shifting on the couch. He just moved his hips, so Gi-hun didn’t pay him attention.
A few seconds later, he was pulled flushed against In-ho’s chest, his crotch digging into his ass. Which would be fine, In-ho is just as clingy as Gi-hun.
In-ho literally can’t fall asleep without touching Gi-hun. If he somehow does, he wakes up to a nightmare, and Gi-hun has to climb on top of him to calm him down. But Gi-hun isn’t any better. When they go somewhere by car and In-ho is the one driving, Gi-hun always puts In-ho’s hand on his thigh, almost gripping it. Especially if idiot drivers get out on the road. Gi-hun is not afraid of driving, don’t get him wrong. He just feels way safer if he is the one who drives. In-ho is an exceptional driver, but…Gi-hun just likes to keep him safe. But when Gi-hun feels tired, or he had a soju or two, In-ho takes the wheel.
But now In-ho isn’t being clingy. He is just horny.
“Are you really half-hard? From what?” Gi-hun looks at In-ho again who just blushes and tries to hide his face in Gi-hun’s shoulderblades in shame.
He mumbles something but it’s muffled by pressing his mouth into Gi-hun’s body.
“What was that baby?” Gi-hun asks, speaking over the sound of the movie, which is still playing in the back.
In-ho raises his head. “I just want you.” He looks at Gi-hun with pleading puppy eyes. Fuck, those were always his weak spot. But he won’t leave it at that.
“You also wanted a movie night. Getting bored? Suffer the consequences.” Gi-hun sighs, already turning his head back, closing his eyes. In-ho groans behind him, his head falls back on the pillow.
“You are cruel.”
“No, I’m just making sure you can enjoy your favorite film, nerd.” Gi-hun laughs.
In-ho already made up his mind. He waits for a few minutes, hoping Gi-hun is half asleep again. He doesn’t even get mad, yes, he loves the Matrix, but Gi-hun has seen it too many times. He understands if he can’t appreciate it just as much as In-ho. And he is probably glad that In-ho doesn’t analyze every millisecond of the movie tonight.
When In-ho is sure that Gi-hun is falling asleep, he shifts around a little, pressing his cock between Gi-hun’s soft and plumpy cheeks. God, he just wants to squeeze them. How could someone have such a perfect ass?
Even though it’s through clothes, it already feels like heaven, feeling his cock pressing against Gi-hun’s ass. He starts moving a little, just carefully, so Gi-hun won’t notice, but enough for In-ho to feel some pleasure.
He is almost fully hard, and can’t help himself, but let out a small sigh. That was his mistake. Gi-hun stirs, inhaling sharply.
“In-ho.” Gi-hun says, not angrily, but more like annoyed. Which turns In-ho on more. He loves to play with Gi-hun limits, he is curious about how far this can go.
“I’m sorry- sorry, you just…you feel so good, ah!” In-ho whines, grinding harder into Gi-hun, now that Gi-hun caught upon his little scheme. In-ho can’t help himself, he raises his hand from Gi-hun’s waist, moving it under his shirt. He palms his warm stomach, which makes Gi-hun twitch a little.
“Gosh your hands are cold.” Even though he tries to hide it, Gi-hun starts to get out of breath too. In-ho just keeps on rutting, his briefs now have a wet spot as precum leaks from his tip.
In-ho’s hand travels further palming Gi-hun’s pecs. Gi-hun’s breath hitches, trying to decide if he wants to pull away, or push his chest into In-ho’s hands. In-ho starts massaging it, before circling his nipple. Ever so softly he pinches one, rolling it with his fingers. Meanwhile In-ho never stopped with his thrusting. He leaks so much precum that it wets now Gi-hun’s underwear, making a slick way for his cock. Gi-hun groans, grabs In-ho’s hands to pull it out from under his shirt.
“God, you are going to a fuck a hole into both of our underwear.” He reaches back, grabs In-ho’s hips to stop his movements. In-ho lets out an annoyed whine.
“Gi-hun, please. Let me-” In-ho pleads, shaking a little. Gi-hun grabs the remote, stopping the movie. He turns over so he can face In-ho. He looks at him with a serious face, while In-ho looks down, as if he expects to be scolded like a child.
“It was your idea to have a relaxing night, no? Or did you change your mind?” Gi-hun whispers into In-ho’s ear. He grabs Gi-hun’s arms, pulling him closer. Maybe for a kiss, or for his warmth, who knows. “What is it baby? You got needy?”
In-ho rapidly nodes his head, whining because his neglected cock doesn’t get any friction, just humps the air, since Gi-hun pulled back. Gi-hun glances down, watching the scene in front of him, as In-ho gets so desperate that he turns into a whimpering mess.
“You want to fuck something baby?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, please, I can’t-”
“And you really think you deserve it? After interrupting our relaxing evening?” Gi-hun asks, putting his fingers under In-ho’s chin, lifting his head so he can face him. As their eyes meet, Gi-hun finally sees how ruined In-ho already is. Tears start forming in his eyes, he bites his bottom lip, like he is trying to hold himself back. His hips still trusting forward, and he grips Gi-hun’s waist wanting to pull him closer to get some friction, but Gi-hun stays put.
“Alright. You can fuck my hands. Is that okay?” In-ho eyes practically light up at the words, and nods, already getting up from his lying position. Gi-hun moves so he lies on his back, and In-ho climbs on top of him, so he can straddle him. He reaches for his briefs, but doesn’t pull down. He looks back at Gi-hun, asking silently for permission.
Good boy Gi-hun thinks in his head. On the outside he just mutters a come on so In-ho hurries up.
In-ho pulls down his brief just enough so he can get out his dick. The head is already red, precum travels down on it, and some drips into Gi-hun’s shirt. So Gi-hun reaches for the clothes and pulls it up a little, so his stomach is at view.
“You are so messy.” Gi-hun says annoyed, even though he finds it hot how worked up his boyfriend already is. But In-ho doesn’t listen, he focuses on his own cock, pumping it a little. He closes his eyes and lets out a moan as he smears the precum on his length, making it wet enough so the friction won’t be dry enough to hurt.
“I thought you wanted to fuck my hands. Or is yours enough?”
In-ho shakes his head “No-no sorry, just please…”
Gi-hun smacks In-ho’s hand away and wraps it around his cock. In-ho moans so loud, it almost echoes in the living room. Gi-hun slowly starts moving his hand, gathering some more precum from the tip so the movement isn’t dry. In-ho already starts bucking into it.
“Can’t help yourself huh?” Gi-hun smirks while bringing up his hands and tasting the precum off of it. In-ho watches with widened eyes. “Hm…tasty.”
Gi-hun licks his hand a little bit more. Now it’s covered in spit and precum, shining in the low light of the room. He returns to In-ho’s hard cock, gripping it strongly, but not moving anymore.
“Well? Come on. I’m not doing the job for you.”
In-ho whimpers, carefully starts moving his hips. He slides easily through Gi-hun’s hand, now that both him and Gi-hun are slick enough.
“That’s it, good boy.” In-ho shakes at the praise, and increases the pace of his thrusts.
The room is now filled with the sounds of wet noises, In-ho thrusting into Gi-hun’s grip, his moaning at every drag. Gi-hun can feel his cock throbbing at the sight, as In-ho is practically drooling, his tip spurting some precum into his stomach. There is now almost a puddle, Gi-hun reaches for it with his free hand, gathers some of it on his fingers and raises it to In-ho’s mouth.
“Have a taste of yourself.” Gi-hun orders, and In-ho swallows his fingers in one go. He bobs his head, swirls his tongue on the tip of Gi-hun’s fingers, while his movements don’t falter.
“Good?” he asks and In-ho hums in agreement. He playfully bites into Gi-hun’s finger, and smirks as Gi-hun lets out a low groan.
In-ho grabs onto the backrest of the couch for leverage. He sees how Gi-hun is now tenting in his sweatpants, and shifts around just enough, so his knee is pressed into his bulge. Gi-hun moans, and In-ho now fucks harder into Gi-hun’s, already feeling close to the edge.
Gi-hun has to restrain himself not to grind up into the sweet pressure that’s on his dick. He sees how In-ho is about to come, and tonight he decided to be a little cruel. Just to see how far he can break In-ho.
“Alright, I’m getting bored.” he sighs. In-ho slows down his rapid movement in confusion. He lets go of his cock, and pulls his fingers out of In-ho's mouth and dries it on his shirt. Now that his mouth is free, In-ho asks “What?”
“I want to continue the movie.”
“But I was so close, please, Gi-hun-” he pleads, reaching for Gi-hun’s hand to place it back to his cock but Gi-hun already turns over so he lies on his side, facing the tv. In-ho sighs in defeat, and like a pouting child, lays behind Gi-hun so they can be in their original position. He hugs Gi-hun from behind, his arm thrown over Gi-hun’s waist, and buries his face into his neck.
“I don’t want to watch it, I want to fuck you.” He murmurs.
“You can fuck me after.” Gi-hun offers.
“No, I want it now.”
Such a child Gi-hun thinks
“Fine. You can put it in.”
“Really? In-ho raises his head in excitement.
“Yeah but I will watch the film.”
“Okay, okay.” In-ho nods and lowers Gi-hun’s pants just enough so his ass is now exposed. He puts two fingers in his mouth, wets it with saliva, so he can prepare Gi-hun.
Meanwhile Gi-hun reaches for the remote to press continue. He settles on his pillow, sighing in relief as he makes himself comfortable. He doesn’t even react to anything that happens behind his back.
In-ho lowers his fingers and circles Gi-hun’s rim before pressing in one knuckle. He moves it in and out then adds a second finger. Gi-hun exhales softly, pushing back to it. In-ho notices and thrust his fingers a little harder.
Gi-hun doesn’t say anything, just stares ahead, eyes locked on the movie. He can’t even tell which scene is playing now, he is so focused on the fingers thrusting in him, but tries to act nonchalant.
He can’t help himself but let out a quiet whimper when In-ho hits his prostate.
“That’s it.” In-ho groans. It’s so hot how he can fuck the love of his life, while at the same time can watch his favorite movie. But in the end, he would just focus on Gi-hun anyway.
In-ho balances between putting more pressure into Gi-hun’s sweat spot, and scissoring his fingers so he is open enough.
Getting impatient, In-ho removes his fingers. He spits into his hand, lubing himself up a little more, before pressing the tip against his hole. He thrust foward, so the tip breaches in a little, but not putting it completely in.
Gi-hun swallows a moan. He is so worked up, all he wants to do is flip their position, make In-ho lie on his back and ride him so hard they both forget their names. But he waits. He wants to get both of them worked up, so when it finally happens, it’s even more pleasurable.
In-ho grabs the base of his dick and slowly, without hurting Gi-hun, starts putting it in, inch by inch. When he bottoms out, he lets out a small whine, finally feeling Gi-hun’s perfect, warm hole around himself. Gi-hun is clenching down on him, as if he tries to get him deeper. He stays put for a few seconds, just to enjoy the warmth covering his cock.
In-ho shifts his hips, and begins pulling back.
“What are you doing?” Gi-hun looks back over his shoulder to meet with his boyfriend’s eye.
“...moving?” In-ho raises an eyebrow in question.
“I said you can put it in, I didn’t say you can thrust. Lay back and enjoy your movie.”
“What? But I’m inside you!”
“Yeah and it will stay that way until we finish watching the movie.”
In-ho lets his head fall, sighing. “You are such a tease.” The cock in him throbs, clearly mad that it doesn’t get the attention that it wants. Gi-hun turns back to pay attention to the Matrix.
Well. Kinda.
Every few minutes he clenches down on In-ho’s cock, so it stays hard. And every time In-ho moans into Gi-hun's ear. Due to the lack of action, Gi-hun had already softened a little, now not as hard as a rock when In-ho was fucking his hands.
But honestly, it feels good either way. It’s kinda romantic how they are not having sex, instead they are just as close as they can be while doing a simple thing as laying on the couch and watching tv. In-ho is buried deep in his ass, but at the same time, he leaves loving kisses on his neck and shoulder, pulls Gi-hun closer to himself, so there is literally no distance between them. He stopped trying to move, and In-ho is now just enjoying the closeness of his lover.
Gi-hun still wants In-ho to be worked up, so he moves his hips, fucking back into the cock just enough so it gets some friction. In-ho groans, but stays put.
“That’s not fair.”
Gi-hun just chuckles. After a minute he stops his movement all together.
The film is soon finished. They are at the scene where Neo realises that if he wants to be the chosen one he needs to believe in himself. And the big fight between him and Agent Smith is coming up.
In-ho is watching with so much excitement, he even forgets that he is cockwarmed by Gi-hun. He raises his head, leaning forward so he can savor every second of the scene.
It’s kinda cute. That’s why Gi-hun loves rewatching the Matrix every other month, because In-ho practically turns into a child, like it’s his first time watching the movie. Even though he has seen it probably a thousand times, he still relishes every single moment like it's the best movie ever made.
For him, maybe it is. And yes, Gi-hun only accepts watching it so frequently so he can make In-ho happy. But while In-ho is locked in into the movie, Gi-hun watches In-ho’s and smiles every time In-ho squeaks in excitement, like he does when Neo is doing his karate-whatever training.
The end credits start rolling. Gi-hun grabs the remote, turning off the tv completely.
“Alright, I can’t hold it longer.” He says, and moves so they change position. He feels In-ho slipping out of him, who whines in protest. But before he can start complaining, Gi-hun pulls off his and In-ho’s pants all together, straddles him, and lines himself up with his cock.
Without a second thought he slams down, making them both moan. He immediately starts riding him, fast and hard. In-ho holds his waist, watching Gi-hun in awe, how he uses him for his own pleasure. In-ho plays with his shirt, signaling Gi-hun to take it off. Gi-hun obeys without a word, he pulls off his shirt, not stopping moving on In-ho’s cock for a second.
In-ho’s hand travels on his chest, groping him everywhere, like he is mapping it out for the first time. He stops at his nipples and pinches it.
“Fuck, yes! You feel so good baby.” Gi-hun throws his head back in pleasure, riding in an inhumane speed.
Gi-hun reaches for In-ho’s shirt too, pulling it just enough so he can admire his toned body. How can someone at their age still have a six pack? He moves his finger over each and every muscle, tracing it. In-ho groans at the feeling.
The sight in front of In-ho is so hot, how Gi-hun is lost in pleasure, slamming himself down onto In-ho’s cock, making his beautiful tits bounce at every movement. In-ho wanted to come for so long he feels himself getting close to the edge.
To help Gi-hun get there so they can come together, he raises his hip, fucking up into Gi-hun with a force matching him. Gi-hun whines when In-ho found his sweet spot. In-ho tightens his grip on Gi-hun’s waist and slams his dick harder into him.
“Ah…you feel so good. You were made for me.” In-ho whines. “I’m close, can I come? Please, I have been a good boy.” He pleads and moves his hand to close around Gi-hun, helping him to reach his high.
“You can’t hold it can you huh?” Gi-hun pants out, smirking. In-ho shakes his head, pumping Gi-hun’s dick faster. Gi-hun moans at the feeling.
“Not yet. I want to feel you more.”
“I’ve been inside you the whole movie.”
“No. Just the half.” Gi-hun winks. His thighs are starting to hurt, but the feeling of In-ho’s cock, how the tip brushes against his prostate at every trust is so good, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He slows down his movements just to mess with In-ho.
“Come on, you are killing me.” In-ho groans.
“Why not just lay back and enjoy the show?” Gi-hun now stopped his up and down movement all together, and just grinds on In-ho.
In-ho throws his head back, inhales sharply, trying to compose himself. But he is so worked up, he had been edged for too long for his liking, and now the need to come fogs his brain. So he sits up, puts one hand behind Gi-hun’s back, the other holds his hip, and pushes him down, so In-ho ends up on top.
He starts ramming his cock into Gi-hun right away, who can’t help but let out a surprised moan.
“H-hey!”
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, you feel so good, I need to-” His sentence is cut off by a whine. Gi-hun is pinned into the couch by In-ho, and he can’t do anything just lay there and take it.
In-ho leans down and kisses Gi-hun, hard. He bites his bottom lip, before entering his tongue, exploring his mouth. Gi-hun almost chokes on it, the pleasure is so overwhelming, that he claws In-ho’s back, leaving red marks. In-ho breaks the kiss to whimper in pain. He fastly reaches down to Gi-hun’s cock and pumps it with the rhyme of his thrust.
“I can’t, I’m gonna- Gihun, please..” In-ho tries to warn Gi-hun. He dips down to kiss his neck, sucking bruises on it, marking him up.
Gi-hun is so lost in pleasure, feeling himself closer and closer, that he nods, allowing In-ho to come.
“Inside.” Gi-hun moans out.
It takes two or three more thrust for In-ho to start coming.
“Ah, fuck, fuck!” He whimpers and shoots his load deep inside Gi-hun. In-ho plays with Gi-hun’s tip and the feeling of In-ho’s warm cum in himself mixes together, and Gi-hun cries out, falling over the edge. He paints his stomach with his cum, and some of it lands on In-ho’s chest.
In-ho falls onto Gi-hun, both trying to catch their breath.
“Fuck…that was good.” In-ho says after a few minutes.
“Yeah.”
Silence falls into the room. Gi-hun plays with In-ho’s hair, still trying to calm down his rapid breathing. In-ho just hums at the feeling, settling his face onto Gi-hun’s shoulder and closing his eyes. When Gi-hun feels how In-ho is about to fall asleep, he shakes him a little.
“Get off. You are heavy.”
“No. You are comfy.”
“In-ho. I’m covered in cum, sticky and sweaty. You too. We need a shower.” Gi-hun grumbles and tries to move, so he can get up. But In-ho is clinging to him like a koala, and Gi-hun doesn’t have the strength now, to force him off of himself.
“It’s your fault we are sticky.” In-ho murmurs into his neck.
“Wha- My fault?! You were the one who started groping me during the movie!”
“Fair enough.” In-ho sighs, and slides off of Gi-hun. His back crackles as he gets up, groaning in pain. “Gosh I’m getting old.” He complains, as he stretches his arms out. Gi-hun just huffs in agreement.
In-ho leans down, reaching under Gi-hun’s legs and back, and picks him up in bridal style.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the shower.” In-ho says casually, and starts walking toward the bathroom.
“You just said, we are too old for shits like this.” Gi-hun says, but In-ho just shrugs his shoulders.
In-ho kicks the door open with his foot. He walks in, and carefully sets Gi-hun into the tub. He opens the water and adjusts the temperature, so it will be relaxingly warm. In-ho climbs into it, and motions Gi-hun to cuddle with him. Gi-hun turns around so he can lean back on his chest. In-ho wraps his arm around him, and leaves soft kisses on his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. Once the tub is filled he turns off the tap.
“Hmm, this is nice.” Gi-hun sighs. Steam is filling the room, and Gi-hun rests his head on In-ho’s shoulder.
“I love you.” In-ho whispers and keeps kissing Gi-hun.
“I love you too.”