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A soft sigh echoes through the silent midnight air, Korea’s newest S-Rank Hunter sprawled out over faded bedsheets, staring up at a familiar ceiling. Boredom is a tricky thing when you’ve attempted to dispel it through every known method, to no avail.
And here he is, having done exactly that, still stuck in this damn apartment with no tasks to complete, no one to talk to, and no hobbies he can think of other than fighting against opponents he’s fought against a million times before.
Beru is a good training partner, but defeating the same monsters over and over is as dull as you’d expect.
The apartment is empty, all two other members of his family off on a three-week vacation he sponsored to celebrate Jinah’s accomplishments in the past semester. A vacation he decided to sit out on, opting instead to focus on building up his guild as fast as possible. But there are no gates to raid, no quests to complete, and nothing left for him to do.
He could sleep. That is an option.
…
Maybe tomorrow.
It’s not like he needs sleep anymore, his body close to being entirely self-sustaining, which means sleep and food are no longer necessary. The only time he eats is when he craves a specific flavor, and the only time he sleeps is to heal from a particularly rough injury. Not that he gets those types of injuries anymore.
He could watch a movie, but there really isn’t anything he’d be interested in. He’s already watched everything he thought he’d enjoy and even a few things he was skeptical about. He could try cooking something new, but that would involve buying groceries. Maybe some exercise?
…Okay, it might be time to find a hobby.
Another sigh slips past his lips as he turns onto his side, staring at an old stain on the wall and mentally going through the list of people he could talk to.
Not Jinho, who told him to fuck off for the next three days so he could finish paperwork. Not Hae-in, who probably has the healthiest sleep schedule known to mankind. Not Yoonho or Jong-in, who were seen on the news having yet another argument outside of a bar only a few hours ago.
They’re probably just as passed out as Hae-in, likely sharing a hotel bed.
Thomas is working a job in Vienna right now, and Zhigang is on a plane to, shockingly, Vienna. Gunhee is probably awake, but they don’t really have a ‘casual midnight chat’ type of relationship.
Really, there’s only one person who is A: probably awake and B: willing to chat with him on such short notice. That person being, of course, Jinchul.
He could reach out… but that would make this the fourth night in a row, and that’s far beyond what would normally constitute as acceptable. And, honestly, Jinchul really needs whatever sleep he can get.
No, better not to reach out again.
Sigh number ten, or twelve, maybe fifteen… Sigh number whatever alerts him that he should probably just give up and sleep, if only to pass the time. That realization earns an annoyed huff as he wiggles up the bed toward his pillows like a worm.
There are sheets he could pull over his body, but that involves effort, and that sounds annoying. Who cares that he can pick up a train car without straining, that’s not relevant to this situation.
For a few moments, he’s back to staring at the ceiling, but that ends with another sigh as he gives in to the unnecessary protective instincts that have been plaguing him for far too many months now. An inside instinct that often results in the act of peeking through the eyes of his soldiers like a creep.
Whatever, they’re probably fine with it.
Jinah and Mom first, the shadows at their feet bubbling up until he’s staring at a sunny beach with far too many people for his liking. There’s no danger, though- a small army in Jinah’s shadow that would be able to defeat even most S-Rank hunters.
Then, Jinho, who seems to be passed out over the paperwork he wanted to complete. Poor kid.
Hae-in is also asleep, but unlike Jinho, she’s a responsible adult wearing pajamas and lying on an actual bed.
Yoonho and Jong-in are, shockingly, also asleep. And sure enough, in the same bed, sprawled over one another as though trying to take up as much of the other person’s space as possible. Boy, are they going to be hungover tomorrow.
Thomas is next, and, unsurprisingly, notices the second his shadow takes a peep. One massive thumbs-up later, Jinwoo is moving on to Zhigang, who doesn’t even look up from his book as he waves at a random corner of the plane. Not the right corner, but the message comes across.
Second to last, Gunhee, who is still in his office, making notes on a piece of paper that Jinchul probably gave him right before leaving. Though he probably only left after Gunhee forced him out the door, as is typical for them.
Gunhee looks up from his paper, glancing around the room before looking at his shadow with a soft smile.
Okay, only one left.
Jinwoo moves to pull at Jinchul’s shadow, not thinking much of it until said shadow does something it has never done before.
It doesn’t respond.
He freezes, heartrates spiking, but calming back down when he confirms that, yes, the soldier is still there and that, no, it is not being destroyed. The half a second of fear shifts to confusion as he tries to reach out again, his efforts rebuffed once more until he’s staring up at his ceiling with a furrowed brow and low frown.
This is new. It’s not an accident; he can tell that much. The shadow is purposefully preventing him from taking a look, something he didn’t know was possible. A sliver of anxiety slips through, his mind thinking the worst as he reaches out and pulls on the connection with as much force as possible without switching places entirely.
For a second, it seems as though it won’t work, but then his vision shifts until he’s staring at a bed frame with a relieved smile.
That smile disappears when audio slips through the connection, eyes going wide as he listens to the sound of shaky panting. It’s Jinchul, he knows, but it sounds like he’s out of breath, maybe even in pain.
Shit, is he hurt?
Jinwoo feels his real body sit up, pushing at the connection until he’s rising from the ground, eyes taking in more and more of the room until he’s finally staring at the surface of the bed.
He expects dirt, grime, maybe some blood. He expects quite a few things.
Instead, he ends up freezing in shock, mouth dropping open as he stares down at an image he very much should not be staring at.
Skin. So much skin. Soft, flushed skin, spread out for the whole world to see. A world that shouldn’t be able to see, because Jinchul is in his bedroom with the door closed.
He can’t move, watching as Jinchul pants into his pillow, eyes closed and face flushed with heat as he slowly strokes his dripping cock with a trembling hand. Soft moans slip from his lips, nearly silent but oh so loud as they echo in Jinwoo’s head.
“Fu—ahh~”
He shifts against the sheets, his back arching ever so slightly, pushing out his chest.
Red. Face, neck, collarbones, chest. Red, red, red, red. Thin fingers playing with pert nipples, body shaking with stuttered breaths and jerks of pleasure. His hand twists, earning a sharp gasp and whimper, hips rocking into his tight fist.
Holy shit.
Jinwoo can’t pull himself away, eyes tracking every movement, every gasp, every jerk, every drip of sweat. It’s hypnotizing, the image searing itself into his brain, the sounds echoing in his head.
“Ahh, ahn, mnnn~”
Beautiful. That’s the word. Beautiful. His skin looks so soft, so touchable, nipples begging to be played with, sucked, licked. His hair, perfectly tussled against the sheets. His face, twisted in pleasure, plush lower lip teased between ivory teeth.
Jinwoo wants to tease that lip. He wants to walk over there, kiss that skin, thread his fingers through that hair. He wants. He wants, he wants, he wants, he wants-
Jinchul moves, letting go of his cock and twisting to the side. The sudden shift shocks Jinwoo out of his stupor, eyes going wide when he realizes what exactly he just did.
Holy shit. What the fuck? This is not okay. He needs to leave. Now. He peels his eyes away from the sight, moving to fall into the shadows like he should have the second he noticed what was happening.
“Jinwoo.”
Everything halts, his body freezing in place and hearts thumping in tandem as his eyes jerk up, expecting to be greeted by confusion or shock or maybe even anger. Jinchul noticed him, and now their friendship is over, and Jinwoo will no longer be able to pine from afar, and god, he really is going to miss this friendship and-
Wait… Jinchul isn’t looking at him.
His eyes are closed, face pressed against the pillow, knees bent and ass presented to the air.
“Jin—Jinwoo~” One of those thin fingers presses in and out of his flushed hole, lube covering the rim as it moves.
…huh?
He… he said Jinwoo, right?
“Mnnn, fu—fuck. Jinwoo.”
Holy shit.
The moans slip out a little louder, intermixed with whimpers and gasps, his cock hanging between his legs, dripping with precum and twitching uselessly against thin air. Jinwoo wants to wrap his hand around it, wants to kiss the tip, lick up that precum.
…He should leave.
It doesn’t matter what name Jinchul whispers, this is private. He should leave. He should leave. He should-
“Jinwoo, ahhh~”
Fuck.
A second finger presses against his rim, deepening the stretch as it slips in with an obscene squelch. Jinchul lets out a soft, broken whimper as his body visibly shudders, fingers twisting and scissoring as he ruts back against them.
His eyes stay closed, clenched tight as he pants and shakes, sucking in breath after breath through spit-slicked lips. Jinwoo wants to kiss those lips, wants to taste that mouth. He wants, he wants, he wants.
Jinchul lets out what could only be described as a whine, high-pitched and desperate as a third finger presses inside. His knees spread wider, mouth closing and teeth biting at the corner of his lip, likely trying to keep quiet. It doesn’t work very well, sound slipping out just the same as before.
Fuck, this is insane. He really needs to leave, disappear into the shadows. Jinchul would stop if he knew. Jinchul would tell him to leave, would cuss and shout and never want to see him. He would be angry, so angry, right? Right?
“Jin—Jinwoo, mnn”
Right?
“Please, fuck, please~”
Shit.
He can’t move, can’t think, can’t do the right thing and leave. His eyes remain glued to the image in front of him, to the feast just out of reach.
What he would do, if only he could. He would be gentle, soft and slow, careful to log every single reaction. He would push and prod, press kisses against faded scars, gently suck at soft skin. His fingers are longer, would reach deeper, press against every spot that earns him one of those broken whimpers.
And the sounds, oh the sounds. He would drag out each and every one, log them into his brain, and play them on repeat as he learns even more.
Oh, what he would do.
Jinchul jerks, mouth flying open as he sucks in a sharp gasp, body going tense, hands halting their movements. A few seconds pass of perfect stillness until his fingers press in a little deeper, as deep as they can go, pushing against something over and over as he twists and shudders and barely cuts off a series of wanton moans.
Fuck, that’s hot. How long would it take Jinwoo to find that spot? A few seconds? Minutes? He has a good memory, he’d be able to learn where it is, be able to press against it the second he decides to do so.
God, Jinwoo wants. He wants so bad. His hearts are thrumming against his chest, face flushed and gut bubbling with heat. He wants, he wants, he wants.
Jinchul shudders, pushing his head to the side until he’s biting the edge of his pillow.
‘No, don’t do that. I want to hear you. Want you to say my name, whisper it against my lips. I want, I want, I want.’
It’s not a conscious decision. It’s not even a subconscious decision. No, it’s a complete and utter accident, something in his chest reaching out until he slips just a little too far and-
Jinchul yelps, actually yelps, eyes shooting open and body flinching back, both hands flying out as he grabs his blanket and pulls it over as much of his body as he can without falling off the bed.
Jinwoo, for half a second, feels the urge to search for an enemy before realizing just who earned that reaction.
Him. He earned that reaction. Because he is no longer looking through the eyes of his shadow.
…Shit.
Fight or flight goes out the window, body latching on to freeze as he stares directly into Jinchul’s eyes like a deer in headlights. Jinchul, who looks mostly shocked, but just a tiny bit afraid.
That fear hurts, digs deep, but is also so completely and utterly warranted that he almost feels stupid for feeling anything other than shame.
Silence stretches between them as Jinwoo tries to think of what he could possibly say. He could leave, disappear into the shadows again, act like this never happened. Only that would guarantee the end of their relationship.
But, really, is there anything he could say to fix this? Anything at all? He can’t find it, if there is, completely and utterly stumped as he stares and waits and struggles.
Jinchul’s face is bright red, lips still wet, skin still flushed, fingers still coated in lube, lying on his side with one arm propping him up and the other holding his blanket over his legs. He doesn’t stop staring either, mouth opening and closing over and over as he, too, struggles to speak.
Of course, the embarrassment and shame coursing through Jinwoo’s body aren’t enough to calm him down. Not in the slightest. He still feels the deep urge to run forward and take a taste, molten heat twisting in his gut and a thick haze clogging his mind.
He wants, he wants, he wants.
He needs to apologize. He needs to open his mouth, beg for forgiveness. He needs to do whatever he can to make sure Jinchul feels safe, offer to remove his soldiers, find a way to prove that this will never happen again. He needs to do so much.
But he wants.
Jinchul shifts, gripping the blanket tight as he breaks the silence.
“Jinwoo… I—uh… How-”
Apologize, apologize, apologize-
“You called my name.”
Jinchul jerks, the red of his face somehow intensifying while Jinwoo mentally kicks himself.
That is not the point! That doesn’t matter! Shut up and apologize for fucks sake!
“I… Uh—I’m sorry-”
Jinwoo moves without thinking, dashing forward faster than most people could see until he has one knee on the bed, their faces inches apart.
He should leave. He really should leave.
He doesn’t want to.
“Can I kiss you?”
Jinchul’s eyes go wide, grip on the blanket going slack as he stares in shock. Jinwoo doesn’t miss a beat, reaching down and keeping the blanket in place, right where Jinchul wanted it.
Silence, black eyes staring into grey as they breathe the same air, oh so close but not close enough. Jinwoo wants to get closer.
But he’s not moving. Not yet.
If Jinchul tells him to leave, he will. He’ll walk away and never look back. He’ll remove his soldiers, delete the one contact in his phone he actually uses, never contact the KHA outside of dire circumstances. He’ll leave.
‘Please don’t make me leave. I want to stay. I want this, want you. Please say yes.’
He’ll leave.
He will.
He’ll leave.
But... Jinchul doesn’t say anything. His eyes remain wide open, staring at Jinwoo as though searching for something. He stares and stares, breathing softly through parted lips, leaning forward and immediately pulling back.
Those eyes flicker down to Jinwoo’s lips before jerking back up, heartrate spiking as Jinwoo struggles to keep himself still.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
“…fuck it.”
It happens fast, a hand flying forward, gripping the back of Jinwoo’s neck and pulling them together. Warm, soft lips clash with his, lungs sucking in a gasp of surprise as he stares at Jinchul’s closed eyes.
Jinchul’s grip is strong, a hot pressure against his skin, steady and firm as his brain reboots. He sinks into it slowly, eyes gradually closing as he presses forward, hand reaching forward to rest on a bare hip, blanket now the only guard between them.
When Jinchul starts to pull back, Jinwoo doesn’t really think as much as feel, reaching up with his other hand and carding his fingers through soft hair, pulling them back together.
Warm. Jinchul is warm. The soft sigh he lets out as they press together, the heat of his skin beneath the blanket, the hot fire of his lips. It’s delicious, and Jinwoo wants to feel every single bit of it until he’s memorized the sensations.
They take their time, or at least Jinwoo does, carding his fingers through soft hair, scratching his nails against a warm scalp, inhaling every sigh and gasp as he crawls all the way onto the bed and pulls Jinchul closer.
Warm, warm, warm. His hand drops the blanket, finally touching bare skin and reveling in the way Jinchul shivers in response. His fingers brush against the soft skin, slow and gentle and mindless, content to soak in the sluggish warmth that surrounds him.
Jinwoo feels himself sink into the feeling, feels the ache become a dull throb, feels his hearts slow until all that’s left is a pleasant buzz as he simply feels.
The hand resting against his nape starts to move, traveling down ever so slightly before moving back up, the touch leaving behind a trail of heat against his perpetually cool skin. Jinwoo finds himself letting out a soft sigh at the feeling, oh so happy to take whatever is given.
He could sit here forever, could soak in this feeling for the rest of his life. He could, he would, happily at that.
Apparently, Jinchul doesn’t feel the same way.
There must have been signs, but Jinwoo is too blissed out to notice them, caught off guard when the fingers moving against his skin reach up quicker than he can track and grip his hair with impressive strength. The sudden show of force sends a shock of pleasure down Jinwoo’s spine as he gasps, head yanked back until he’s staring at the ceiling.
Jinchul doesn’t wait for him to recover, attacking Jinwoo’s neck with wet kisses and sharp nips followed by a soothing tongue. Each sensation is like a firecracker against his skin, pulling out gasps and groans as he tries to catch up.
The warmth is gone, replaced by intense heat as his skin tingles and his head goes fuzzy with want. The fire in his gut comes barreling back, eyes wide open, lungs sucking in breath after breath as he struggles to keep himself from gripping too tight.
When his thoughts finally catch up, so does the ache, hearts racing in his chest once more as he lets out a low growl and grips Jinchul’s hair as tight as he can without causing real damage. Despite the desire to feel those lips against his skin, he still manages to pull Jinchul’s head away, looking down without much effort despite the hand still gripping his hair.
When he’s finally able to see Jinchul’s face, he’s not met with the surprise or pleasure he expects, but rather a smug smile that draws an amused chuckle from his chest.
So, it’s like that, then.
Not that Jinwoo is complaining.
It’s not hard to pull Jinchul closer until their lips clash together, this time with an edge of desperation that was missing before. Jinchul lets out a pleased hum as Jinwoo nips and bites and rolls his bottom lip between sharp teeth. The hand gripping Jinchul’s hair manipulates his head with ease, lips and teeth trailing down his jaw, his neck, before moving right back to where they started.
The teasing doesn’t last long before Jinchul lets out a frustrated hum, trying to move closer until Jinwoo lets out another chuckle and finally moves faster. Fingers tighten around soft hair, earning a sharp gasp that Jinwoo takes advantage of without hesitation.
A demanding tongue slips into Jinchul’s mouth, wet and hot and unforgiving as it takes control before Jinchul can even think of fighting back. Twin groans echo through the room at the first taste, bodies shivering with pleasure as they sink into each other.
Hot, so hot, fire under their skin with each brush of their tongues, each touch of skin against skin. Jinwoo shudders as he memorizes the taste of Jinchul’s mouth, licking and nipping, biting the tip of Jinchul’s tongue and pulling it out before letting it go with a smile and diving back in.
Hot, so hot, blood pumping in his ears, the desire bubbling in his gut leaving him aching against his boxers. The hand against Jinchul’s hip moves up, digging into his side, against scattered scars and pale skin.
More.
Jinchul acts first, finally shifting his body away from the edge of the bed, twisting around until he’s kneeling over Jinwoo’s lap, not once breaking the heated kiss as he moves. Jinwoo smiles, sitting straight against the wall, trailing his free hand up Jinchul’s back, quickly growing addicted to the way he shivers with each touch.
His eyes peel open just a little, just so he can see the blissed-out expression on Jinchul’s face as he releases his grip on blond hair and trails his now-free hand against warm skin. Jinchul gasps when a calloused thumb brushes against his nipple, Jinwoo’s smile growing wide before narrowing when it pulls their lips apart.
The taste of his mouth is addictive, along with the feeling of breathing in each gasp and moan and shaky sigh. He trails his hands across every inch of the flushed skin in front of him, occasionally brushing over hardened nipples before moving away when Jinchul gasps and leans forward.
Only… he doesn’t lean as close as Jinwoo wants. He stays just a little too far away, knees bent on either side of Jinwoo’s legs, hovering over him instead of pressing close.
Closer. Jinwoo wants to be closer.
His hands trail down until they’re gripping bare hips, gently pulling forward, hoping to guide them together until they’re close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat. Closer, he wants to be closer.
But Jinchul doesn’t move. He stays firmly in place, knees digging into the mattress as he continues to hover just out of reach.
Jinwoo feels frustration flicker in his chest, eyes narrowing as he watches the way Jinchul’s expression doesn’t change even slightly. He still looks blissed out with pleasure, breathing in shaky pants as he cards his fingers through Jinwoo’s hair.
The second time he tries to pull them together, he’s watching Jinchul closely, able to see the second his expression grows tight before evening out when the pressure stops.
The frustration grows until he’s biting Jinchul’s lip a little too hard and tightening his grip until it’s probably verging on painful. Jinchul jerks, eyes flying open and head pulling back with something akin to panic flashing across his expression.
“Wai—!”
Jinwoo doesn’t let him finish, pulling down with enough strength to move an S-Rank Hunter. He doesn’t stand a chance, knees buckling as their hips crash together.
He reacts like he’s been shot, head falling back and back arching as he lets out a shout of pleasure that echoes all around them. Jinwoo can’t help but freeze, eyes going wide as he watches the way Jinchul jerks against him, eyes closed and mouth open, lips wet with spit and skin flushed red.
After the shock passes, Jinwoo’s lips spread into a dangerous smile, staying still but keeping his grip tight, pinning Jinchul in place with superhuman strength. Jinchul’s head eventually rocks forward as he pants and moans and grips Jinwoo’s shoulders tight.
The seconds pass until Jinchul is finally able to look him in the eye, expression still blissed out until he notices the way Jinwoo’s smile sharpens. The panic returns, eyes going wide once more as he grips Jinwoo’s shoulders and tries to push him away.
It doesn’t work, the hands on his hips are too tight as Jinwoo pushes up, rocking their hips together in a delicious slide. Jinchul cries out again, shaking violently as his cock drags against soft sweatpants. He can’t pull away, Jinwoo’s grip far too tight as they slowly rock together.
Jinwoo’s smile doesn’t falter, eyes tracking each and every reaction as Jinchul shudders and whines, eyes slipping closed and teeth biting his lips in an attempt to stay quiet. It does nothing, moans spilling out as Jinwoo presses them together.
His shoulders pull back, then hunch forward, body curling in or arching away with each press of their hips. Jinwoo wants to memorize each and every whine and moan and whimper, wants to soak in every single reaction, no matter how small.
“Beautiful.” Jinchul’s eyes peel open ever so slightly, glancing down at Jinwoo’s face before slipping closed once more as he falls forward, their lips pressing together in a messy kiss. Jinwoo smiles before responding in kind, devouring every sound and stuttered breath as he licks into Jinchul’s mouth and soaks in the feeling of being so close together.
The kiss doesn’t last long, eyes trailing over flushed skin when Jinchul leans back and weakly tries to pull himself away. The subtle tremors passing over his body, the way his stomach twitches with every rock, the occasional sobs that slip out of his mouth as he tries and fails to stop the waves of pleasure Jinwoo can see pass over him.
The image alone pulls a low moan from his chest, the heat building in his gut only background noise when compared to the feast he has laid out in front of him. Occasionally, Jinchul will fall forward, pressing against Jinwoo’s lips before pulling back again and again, stuck between chasing the pleasure and keeping control.
Jinwoo keeps his movements slow and consistent, a smile on his lips as he watches for a specific reaction.
Not yet, Jinchul’s body relatively relaxed despite his attempts to pull away. Not yet, his shaky breaths remaining somewhat consistent even with the occasional hitch that makes his body jerk. Not yet, his hands remaining in place, grip tight and steady.
Not yet, not yet, not yet-
There.
Jinchul jerks, curling in on himself as his stomach tenses and his hands spasm. Jinwoo jumps, readjusting his grip and increasing both the pressure and the speed. Jinchul yelps, eyes flying open as his body starts to move with panic written all over his face.
He tries to push against Jinwoo’s shoulders, legs writhing against the sheets until they find an angle that lets him pull away. It’s pointless, body far too weak, no matter how much mana he pushes into his muscles.
“Wai—Wait! Slow-”
Jinwoo leans forward, dragging Jinchul into a deep kiss, licking into his mouth as their bodies press together. Jinchul’s moans spill out, growing louder and louder until he’s pulling back again, arching his spine to make space between them.
“Shit—Too AHH~ too fast! Slow—slow down! Fu—Jinwoo-” Jinwoo growls, moving his body so one arm grips Jinchul’s hips, the other creeping up until a hand presses against the bare skin of his back. Jinchul shouts in surprise when he’s pulled forward, elbows buckling as their chests press together.
Jinwoo doesn’t hesitate, dragging him back into a searing kiss with tongue and teeth and delicious, wet hot pleasure. Jinchul shudders as their bodies press together, desperate moans slipping past his lips as he tries with all his might to push them apart.
It doesn’t work, his desperation growing and growing until pushing turns into erratic movements. His hands slap against Jinwoo’s shoulders, legs writhing uselessly against the mattress, moans increasing in pitch and volume as Jinwoo rapidly increases the pace.
The assault doesn’t last long, seconds passing quickly until Jinchul’s head falls back, their lips parting as Jinwoo watches with a hungry smile. Jinchul cries out, back arching and body going taut in a beautiful scene.
Jinwoo slows his movements, watching Jinchul spasm against him, mouth open in a silent scream before closing tight as he falls forward and goes limp, letting out a soft whimper before pulling away once more.
This time, Jinwoo lets him, loosening his grip and stilling his hips as Jinchul’s head rests against his shoulder. His smile softens as he reaches up and carefully cards his fingers through soft hair, letting Jinchul rest despite the desire pooling in his gut.
Suddenly, the room seems still as Jinchul pants into his shoulder, body still twitching every few seconds with leftover shocks of pleasure. Jinwoo waits, running his hands up and down Jinchul’s back in a manner he hopes feels soothing. Warm breaths hit the bare skin of his neck, but it feels so calm and domestic that he can’t help but feel relaxed rather than excited.
It’s nice- the sudden silence, the feeling of embracing something warm and alive. He wants this, wants to stay here, wants to wake up to this.
When Jinchul moves, Jinwoo finds himself expecting a chaste kiss or a kind smile. Instead, he starts to pull away, dragging up a sliver of concern in Jinwoo’s chest as his mind starts to fill up with a million thoughts and questions.
Did he push too hard? Is Jinchul angry? Did he go too far?
He knows he’s frowning, watching Jinchul shimmy back until he’s kneeling over Jinwoo’s knees. It’s strange, only dragging up more questions until his eyes are widening in surprise when Jinchul lowers his head over Jinwoo’s lap.
It takes him maybe ten seconds to process what’s happening, brain going blank when shaky hands slip under his waistband and start to pull. A surprised yelp slips past his lips, his hands shooting down to stop the sudden attempts to remove his pants.
“Eh—wait! You don’t… you don’t have to-” Jinchul looks up, eyes half-lidded but clear as he smiles and slips out of Jinwoo’s grip. It’s downright erotic, watching those fingers pull down both his pants and boxers until cool air is hitting his sensitive skin. He can’t help but suck in a sharp breath, reaching down to grip the sheets in an attempt to hold himself back.
Jinchul lets out a pleased hum, staring at Jinwoo’s cock like it’s some sort of prized specimen. He looks… hungry, tongue brushing against plush lips as he leaves Jinwoo’s pants halfway down his thighs and reaches forward.
Jinwoo’s jaw tightens before he’s even touched, abs twitching as Jinchul lays his head down against Jinwoo’s bare hip, hot breaths hitting his bare skin. It’s almost too much, his head buzzing when a warm hand reaches forward and wraps around his length.
It’s his turn to try to keep quiet, though he’s quick to give up and cast a weak spell that should keep the sounds from escaping this room.
Fuck, it feels good. That warm hand pressing against him, slowly moving up and down, still slick with leftover lube, making the slide hot and smooth and oh so delicious. He can’t help but let out low groans and moans, breathing through his nose.
His attempts to stay in control go out the window when Jinchul finally moves his head, lifting it until he’s licking at the underside of Jinwoo’s cock. A desperate moan slips past his lips, sheet tearing like paper in his grip.
Jinchul doesn’t let him recover, jerking forward and wrapping his lips around the tip for all of five seconds before moving down so far, Jinwoo can feel his cock hit the back of his throat.
He shouts in surprise and pleasure, hands flying forward until his fingers are once more threaded through blond locks. He can’t decide what to do, if he should pull Jinchul off or fuck his throat like an animal.
He can’t decide, head falling back when Jinchul swallows around him, cock slipping impossibly deep into his throat.
Holy shit.
Jinwoo’s had sex before, but this is insane. He can barely think, shaking with effort, barely able to hold himself back. It’s too much, his efforts doubling when Jinchul pulls back only to slide back down with seemingly no effort.
It’s too much, too fast, red-hot pleasure building up in his gut until he’s inches away from falling over the edge. At the last second, his mind finally makes a decision, fingers pulling Jinchul’s head back up with an obscene sound until he’s staring at a sight that almost makes him cum on the spot.
Jinchul, sitting on his knees, hands resting against Jinwoo’s hips, face looking like something out of a porn magazine. Eyes glazed over, lips slick and jaw hanging open, spit dripping from his mouth, precum resting on his tongue and spread over his skin.
Fuck. He looks downright divine, sucking in air with heavy pants as his head is held up by the hand gripping his hair. Jinwoo feels his cock jerk, still shaking ever so slightly as he tries to calm down.
“Fuck, you’re good at this.” Jinchul’s eyes seem to clear ever so slightly, his lips slowly shifting into a small smile as he moves to carry his own weight once more. Jinwoo almost doesn’t want to let go, but he fights that urge, watching as Jinchul reaches forward and silently tugs on his shirt.
And, well, there’s no reason to say no.
Jinwoo sits up, pulling his shirt over his head until his torso is on display, rough skin and scattered scars galore. He’s not exactly self-conscious, but there’s a reason he usually wears long sleeves and oversized sweaters. This amount of scars draws attention, attention he doesn’t want.
Though right now, he doesn’t really feel all that worried. Jinchul is different. Jinwoo trusts him, relies on him.
No, he’s not nervous in the slightest.
And it helps that he doesn’t really have much time to think about it. The second his shirt is off and his pants have been shimmied down his legs, Jinchul is already moving, crawling forward until he’s sitting right over Jinwoo’s lap just like before.
He doesn’t speak, running his hands over the bare skin of Jinwoo’s chest. It feels nice, warm and pleasant, his hands reaching up to brush against Jinchul’s sides in response to the sudden attention.
The touch earns a soft hum, thin fingers brushing against his scars, warm lips pressing chaste kisses against cool skin. So warm, soft and gentle and perfectly pleasant. The intense pleasure starts to fade into the background, his mind clearing as he lets Jinchul explore to his heart’s content.
They sit there for a few moments, lips occasionally brushing together as Jinchul seems to try to memorize the shape of his chest. The warmth breaks once more when Jinchul pulls back. Not very far, body twisting to the side and leaning toward the edge of the bed.
He seems to be looking for something, though Jinwoo can’t imagine what, simply resting his hands on soft thighs and waiting. Jinchul’s eyes eventually find what they’re looking for, body jerking forward until he’s picking up a small tube and settling down right back on Jinwoo’s lap.
For a second, he wonders what the tube is before pausing when he recognizes the logo. Again, Jinchul doesn’t give him time to process, coating his fingers in the thick fluid before lifting himself onto his knees and gracing Jinwoo’s eyes with the feast that started this whole thing in the first place.
One hand resting atop Jinwoo’s shoulder, the other reaching back to press into his hole with shaky movements. Jinwoo groans at the sight, hands moving until they’re gently gripping Jinchul’s waist, feeling the way his stomach twitches.
He can’t help but watch, eyes transfixed on this divine sight, on the way Jinchul’s expression pulls into one of pleasure, on the way he drops his forehead against Jinwoo’s shoulder and his breath hitches and his body shakes.
Fuck, it’s perfect.
But he can only take so much.
Jinchul jerks when a slick finger presses against the edge of his rim, looking into Jinwoo’s eyes with surprise before slowly pulling away his hand and wiping it on the sheets.
Jinwoo smiles, pressing a soft kiss against Jinchul’s lips before carefully sliding in one finger, earning a sharp gasp and a full-body shudder. Hot breaths hit his skin, two hands gripping his shoulders tight as he slowly drags his finger against intense, wet heat.
In, out, slow and careful, grinning at the way Jinchul twitches around his finger. Patience is important in this part, finger rubbing and twisting, and gently rocking in and out. Jinchul is already relatively loose, having started the process not that long ago, but his fingers are smaller than Jinwoo’s.
It’s best to be careful.
Only Jinchul seems to disagree with him, as he’s been prone to doing this evening.
“Haa, haa, ano—another.”
Jinwoo’s jaw clenches at the sound of Jinchul whispering into his ear, voice low and rough and far too sensual. He doesn’t protest, carefully inserting a second finger, being slow to push it in, listening to Jinchul’s breath hitch, nearly biting his tongue when that delicious voice moans right against his ear.
Fuck, this isn’t good for his hearts. Either of them.
Two fingers almost feel like too much, hot walls stretched tight around them despite the slow strokes from before. He moves even slower this time, barely pulling out as he rubs and twists and strokes. His cock twitches against his stomach, not softening in the slightest thanks to the sounds echoing in his head.
“Mnn—more~”
Nope, not doing that. He’s not doing something that could injure his lover. Very much no.
“More-”
Nope. No. No, no, no-
“Fuck, please, more~”
…God damnit.
It’s far too soon, but Jinwoo can barely hold back as is, carefully shifting until he’s just barely scissoring his fingers. Jinchul’s arms buckle, body falling against Jinwoo’s chest, a heady whine echoing in Jinwoo’s head as he bites his tongue and tries to stay sane.
Slow. Slow, careful, gentle. The looseness from before is now obsolete, his fingers both thicker and longer, filling up the space even before he starts spreading them apart. Slow, nice and slow, body tense and jaw clenched tight while Jinchul’s throat forms filthy sounds right against his ear.
It’s too much, each moan and keen chipping away at his resolve until he’s seconds away from snapping.
“Fu—another”
God damnit.
There’s no way to fight it, no way to hold himself back, a low growl slipping past his lips as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in with a third finger. Jinchul’s voice breaks, body tensing for a few seconds before going lax.
Three fingers, tight walls wrapped around them, carefully rubbing and twisting and moving oh so slow despite the way Jinwoo struggles against the urge to pull them out and fuck into that tight heat without mercy.
Slow, careful. Slow, careful. Slow, slow, slow, slow-
“Harder-”
Jinwoo jerks, gripping Jinchul’s waist tight as he lets out a deep growl and breaks. The slow, careful pace vanishes, fingers rooting around without mercy until Jinchul makes a sound like he’s been shot, body going taut in Jinwoo’s hold.
He can’t help but smile, baring his teeth as he pauses for only a few seconds before pressing down with all three fingers.
Jinchul cries out, his knees giving out beneath him. He doesn’t have time to protest, body shaking with pleasure while Jinwoo attacks his prostate with pinpoint accuracy.
The sounds he makes are somehow even filthier than before, choked and stuttered and still right next to Jinwoo’s ear. He presses and rubs and stretches his fingers, listening to sobs and moans like it’s his own personal soundtrack.
This time, when Jinchul starts to pull away, Jinwoo doesn’t protest. His head is foggy with desire, smile only growing with the way Jinchul whimpers and shudders as all three fingers slip out of his twitching hole.
“Wha-”
Jinwoo doesn’t give him time to speak, gripping narrow hips and lifting Jinchul off his lap like he weighs a grand total of zero ounces. Jinchul yelps, voice rough and broken as their positions switch, back hitting the bed while Jinwoo slips between his legs. Large, all-encompassing hands spread across his skin, pressing against his stomach before trailing up inch by inch.
“Jin-”
His words are cut off a second time, this time by a pair of lips, tongue and teeth and just a little bit of blood from where Jinwoo bit into his cheek.
Both hands continue to travel across soft skin, pausing to drag out a few oh so sweet reactions by playing with pert nipples before moving on. They go everywhere, but not for long, quickly moving back down until they’re gently lifting those hips away from the bed.
Jinchul doesn’t have time to say anything, mouth unoccupied for only a moment before something hot and thick presses against his rim. The words he may have spoken are cut off by a sharp gasp, body going taut against the mattress, hands reaching up to grip the sheets like his life depends on it.
Jinwoo moves slowly, slower than he thought he’d be able to, pressing into Jinchul in one steady push. It feels like torture, something screaming at him to make Jinchul take it, cock aching as he forces himself to stay in control.
“Fuck—you’re tight.” Jinchul doesn’t respond, body arching off the bed as he gasps and shakes and, god he looks delicious.
It takes far too long to bottom out, Jinwoo’s body shaking with effort, skin unusually hot and instincts slowly taking over. Jinchul chokes out a stuttered sob, one hand flying down to press against his stomach in a move that sends waves of desire through him.
“Mmmmn—so, so big~” Jinwoo’s grip tightens, body still shaking as he tries so very hard not to just take and take and take.
“You can’t—Fuck—can’t just say shit like that-” Too much. It’s too much, body rocking forward in a move that earns another fucked out whimper, only proving that this is too much.
“So big~ Fu—ahhn♡~” Jinchul shifts, arching his back in a way that somehow helps Jinwoo slip deeper, both of them groaning as Jinwoo leans forward and closes his eyes.
Not moving. Not yet. Waiting, waiting, for fucks sake he’s waitin-
“Move”
Once more, he can’t fight it, growling low and downright fucked as he slowly pulls out and snaps forward. Jinchul shouts, sheets tearing beneath his fingers as Jinwoo instantly sets a harsh pace, fucking into red-hot heat with sharp, deep thrusts.
The room is quickly filled with the sound of wet sobs as Jinchul’s head jerks back and forth, tears slipping from his eyes as his body is overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Fuck—you feel good. So hot, melting my fucking dick off.” Jinwoo leans down, licking a wet stripe over one nipple and grinning at the way Jinchul’s cries spike.
“You like that? Like it when I fuck you like my personal whore?” Jinchul’s eyes fly open when sharp teeth bite into the soft of his chest, mouth opening in a gasp and body shuddering.
“Ye—yes~ FUCK! FU—YES!” Jinwoo groans, biting down a second time before pulling back and tightening his grip around Jinchul’s hips and picking up the pace. Not too much, but enough for Jinchul to sob and reach out his arms.
Jinwoo doesn’t fight, letting Jinchul pull him down until his lips are brushing against bright red ears.
“You’re mine now. Got that?” Jinchul cries out, body tensing when Jinwoo finds the perfect angle.
“Mine.”
He doesn’t pause, keeping that angle and fucking into him like a man possessed.
“YOU—YOURS! YOURS!” He can’t help but groan, eyes slipping closed as his body quickly approaches the edge. Jinchul must be close as well, clawing at his back and shaking apart with each thrust.
“You gonna cum? Untouched? Gonna cum on my cock like a bitch in heat?” Too much, too much, too much.
Jinchul cries out, nodding his head with sharp, shaky movements.
“Then do it.” Too much, too much, too much-
“Cum for me.”
It hits all at once, Jinchul’s body arching off the bed and freezing in place as he clenches down tight enough to hurt. Jinwoo just barely stops himself from crushing Jinchul’s bones beneath his fingers, body tipping over the edge as he shoves in as deep as he can go and breaks.
Pleasure floods his senses, ears ringing and eyes going spotty for god knows how long until sound slowly starts to creep past the barrier in his head.
Jinchul is limp beneath him, eyes half-lidded and filled with tears, body spasming against the sheets. He looks beautiful, oh so beautiful, like he’s been fucked within an inch of his life.
Jinwoo feels his cock twitch, rational thoughts slamming back into him as he shakes his head and pulls out for fear of losing himself entirely and pushing Jinchul into another round like some sort of animal.
Not doing that. At least, not yet.
Jinchul sobs, hole clenching down as though protesting the sudden emptiness. The sight has Jinwoo’s cock twitching again, eyes shutting tight as he sucks in a slow, careful breath and tries to relax.
Towel. Wet towel. Cleaning up this mess and making sure Jinchul is comfortable.
He moves on autopilot, doing everything he can, from gently wiping away the drying cum on Jinchul’s stomach to filling a cup of water and placing it on the nightstand before slipping under the sheets with a sigh.
Jinchul doesn’t seem fully aware of what’s happening, blinking up at him slowly before shifting closer and nuzzling against his chest. It makes something in his heart twist, a smile on his face as he wraps his arms around warm skin and closes his eyes.
They’ll need to talk about this, he’ll need to apologize, but for now he can bask in this warmth for just a little longer. And maybe, he’ll be able to do so again and again for a long, long time.
That would be nice.