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Late night suppers and burning the midnight oil, Jongho’s stay at his hall has been less than pleasant. Studies were a priority, say less, but somehow he’d always end up getting dragged to another party next door or some over-the-top hall event they seem to hold about every two weeks or so.
Maybe it would’ve been better if he were like Mingi and Yunho – always laughing, always talking – but he never was. The whole time, he just felt out of place. He was really mostly there for the food and the networking, with every photo of himself at a huge buffet table or surrounded by some fancy spread of food making Seonghwa laugh. His texts and replies made those parties and hangouts a lot more bearable, and Jongho probably wouldn’t have been able to make it through all of it if Seonghwa hadn’t been there.
Thankfully, after drifting his way through the winding stream that was his hall life, Jongho finished his examinations as the semester came to a close. He wouldn’t say he hated his time there. In fact, he did have a lot of fun spending time with Yunho and Mingi, who’d always somehow managed to crack him up or make him smile, even if Yunho was a little handsy with his affection and Mingi a bit clumsy.
Seonghwa had been absolutely thrilled when he reported about his new friends, always chirping about how he should expand his social circle and get to know other people better. It was a little annoying at times, but Jongho couldn’t help but find his heart warming up whenever he imagined the other smiling just a little brighter at his words or rambling about his day at work and how shitty his coworkers are. As rows of trees wooshed past the car window, he couldn’t help but think back to that day — when noise began to fade from the area, the faint ripple of the water as it shimmered glowingly against the sun.
Even now, Jongho could still imagine it in great detail. The way his hands might have flailed around as he screamed for help, how puffs of bubbles would have surfaced in streams as he sunk deeper and deeper into the water. Sometimes, Jongho wondered if he’d be on a poster plastered onto the windows of a 24H store, or stuck behind bars instead of sitting in a dusty old cab.
Bzzt! Bzzt! It was Seonghwa.
He picked up on the first ring.
“Hey.” Jongho felt his chest restrict at the sound of his voice. The noise of the world drowns out around him and he finds his ears tuning into every single word that comes out from his boyfriend’s mouth as if he were adjusting the frequency of a radio. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
“Pfft! Why would you be bothering me? I’m literally in a cab. On my way home. To you.”
A small silence lingered before a brilliant laughter rang through the call, sweet like candy and warm like the sun; an epiphany that made his chest swell with pride. Jongho liked Seonghwa’s laugh, the deep and round tone it produced, and the way it tickled his ears. It was always fascinating to see the different ways his boyfriend expressed himself because anything from where his moles were to texture of his hair was a new detail he could store quietly in his mind.
“Haha, sorry. I guess I was just…um…I don’t know…” The tension in the air grew a little awkward and Jongho considered a poor attempt to break the silence.
“Are you close?”
“I’m almost there.”
The street lamps erected at the sides of the street had begun to switch on one by one, and the sight of their tiny glows gradually getting bigger and brighter as the taxi approached gave Jongho some sort of solidarity. He glanced over at the digital screen as the time flicked to 7:00. Knowing him, Seonghwa must’ve already prepared a huge feast for him. That or it was a buffet of packed food.
Jongho hears the muffled sounds of what he thinks is an old tv show. “I’ll see you when you’ve arrived?” Seonghwa asked.
“Mhm.”
He thought about it for a moment, but decided to do it anyway.
“I missed you.” His voice was soft and fragile. Almost like he was afraid that if he didn’t say it now, he wouldn’t have the chance to say it again.
There was a short pause before Seonghwa’s gentle voice came through, “I missed you too.” And Jongho let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in.
Just a little longer. He told himself. You’ll be there soon.
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Jongho wasn’t sure what time he had reached their apartment.
The only clock in the lobby was shrouded in shadows and the lights just so happen to be under repairs that he can’t see a thing. After groping around the walls and barely making it to where the elevators were, Jongho was relieved to be basked with the fluorescents stuck in the corners of the metal box.
Ding!
Jongho hadn’t realized how fast he was walking when he was faced with stone cold wood of the door. Even as he turned the knob, he already got a faint whiff of the food Seonghwa had probably reheated about three times already. However, what hit his nose when he entered wasn’t the wafts of food entering his nose (though it did smell pretty good), but the smell of home.
Slipping off his shoes and tearing his coat off his shoulders, an air of cleanliness, of neatness, and of things decluttered and organised just the way Seonghwa liked it permeated the room. There was a leather bag on the couch buried beneath a black puffy jacket, and magazines dumped to the side out of sheer boredom. A new vase sat in the middle of the coffee table and it looked like a new painting had been put up as well. When he finally focused his attention onto the angel in front of him, he couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Seonghwa still had that awkward, boxy smile Jongho loved, and light red lips he remembered being as soft as mochi and tasting like wine. His teeth were a shiny white, his eyes curling up slightly to form tiny crescent moons. However, something about him was different. Despite his pretty features still intact, his eyes felt narrower and his smile lighter. His face glowed a little underneath the lights, but he wasn’t the same person he knew back in College, nor was he the same person he knew when he first graduated from University. Seonghwa matured. And somehow, it made Jongho want to love him even more.
“Mhm. I missed you,” Jongho mumbled, letting him fall so easily into Seonghwa’s arms.
His grip was a little tight, his muscles tensed from, well, everything. But Seonghwa always managed to make him feel better, his soft warmth and delicate hands wrapping around him like a blanket. Sometimes, Jongho just wished he could stay in his arms forever and never have to do a single thing.
Seonghwa chuckled softly and gently petted his head, “Didn’t you say that already?”
“Let me have this one,” Jongho pouts. He’s usually never one for aegyo but he likes to use it to his advantage.
“Alright, alright.” Seonghwa carefully trailed his fingers through strands of black hair before gently pecking the top of his head. “C’mon. The food’s gonna get cold again.”
Jongho laughs a little at his words and is led to the dining table.
As Jongho chowed down on his food like a starved puppy, his mouth stuffed with rice and all kinds of side dishes, Seonghwa asked how his exams went. They went alright. Jongho had replied. Though he had been cutting it real close for the last few papers because he’d end up staying up too late the night before. Seonghwa gave his lectures on it, of course, but Jongho assures him that he’ll be able to easily make up for all of that now that the semester’s over. Jongho asked about his job. Seonghwa’s gotten a few more gigs over the time he left for his stay at the dormitories, and his modeling agency has grown tremendously into a company now more than a few people know.
“Does that mean you’ll be too busy to spend time with me?” Jongho asked with a cheeky smile, stuffing another piece of meat into his mouth.
“Relax. December’s usually pretty chill for us. So, we can spend all the time in the world together if you want.”
“But first!” Seonghwa very carefully puts his utensils down. “You need to get some sleep and I need to wash some dishes.”
Jongho smiled, his cheeks hurting a little from how much he’s grinned for the past few minutes.
After the sumptuous meal, Jongho did want to help clean up a bit because he felt bad that Seonghwa had to both cook such a huge feast for him and wash the dishes, but Seonghwa insisted that he was fine and that Jongho had a long day. So, Jongho eventually acquiesce.
The hot shower did wonders to calm his nerves and relax his muscles, and for the first time in forever, Jongho doesn’t have to rush through the process because he’s sharing it with two other roommates. Sure, the earth might die from how much water he was using, but right now, Jongho could selfishly care less. Once he thoroughly scrubbed at his hair and body with copious amounts of soap, he rinsed it off cleanly before stepping out and slipping into a set of soft gray pyjamas.
The exhaustion was really starting to seep in now that he’s home and he can’t wait to actually get a good night’s rest.
Before that, Jongho quickly popped his head into the kitchen, where Seonghwa seemed to be finishing up with the last few plates, “I’ll head to bed first, okay? Thanks for the food.”
Seonghwa turned around to give Jongho a small smile, “Sure. I’ll join you in bed later. Have a good rest.”
There was a guilty pang in his heart for not being able to spend as much time with him today, but Jongho thinks he’ll be able to make it up to him tomorrow and the days to come. He sets the feeling aside and lets the fatigue of his body overcome him.
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It’s 2:00am.
Jongho is awake.
He’s been staring blankly at the canvas white wall from across the room for about 30 minutes now and no matter how many sheep he counted, nor how comfortable he has tried to make himself feel, his mind refused to shut down and rest. He sighed internally. He should’ve known that karma would come back to him like this. Now his body has to get used to a proper sleep schedule again. Carefully wriggling out of Seonghwa’s grasp, Jongho tip-toed his way out of the room and made his way toward the kitchen.
Maybe a nice glass of lukewarm milk would do.
He rummaged through the fridge and managed to find a carton of milk tucked away at the back. Thank goodness He said in his mind. Pouring himself a glass, Jongho dug through the drawers for a rubber cover. He then slipped it on top of the mouth and placed the cup inside the microwave. As the glass of milk spun idly to the buzz of the microwave, Jongho hopped onto one of the seats at the island counter and pulled out his phone. In the midst of his doomscrolling, his ears perked up to the sound of shuffling.
It was Seonghwa.
“I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” Jongho apologized.
Right. He forgot Seonghwa was a light sleeper.
Seonghwa seemed to be in a bit of a daze, his hand reaching to gently rub at his eyes. Slowly but surely, he came over to sit next to him.
Letting out a loud yawn, he asked, “Why are you up so late?”
“Can’t fall asleep,” Jongho replied bluntly, aimlessly fiddling with his fingers. “If you’re tired, you can go back to bed. I’ll try not to make so much noise.”
There was a small moment of silence between them, with his boyfriend seemingly blanking out for a minute as he just stared down at the marble surface of the counter. Jongho looked at him for a moment before waving a hand in front of him. There was no response. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Honestly, Seonghwa wasn’t to blame. If Jongho’s mind wasn’t running at full throttle right now, he would have flatlined as well. As he was just about to resume his social activities, Seonghwa suddenly stood up, startling him a little. Jongho presumed that Seonghwa was going back to bed, yet not even a few minutes later he came out again, his phone in hand.
“I’ll stay up with you.” Seonghwa looked up from his phone and gave him a weary smile. “At least until we find a way to help you fall back asleep.”
“What? You don’t have to—”
“Jongho.” Seonghwa’s voice sounded a little rough around the edges, its tone going deeper than usual. He coughed a little and continued, “Please. I know you always try to carry a lot on your own. But you’re tired. And I can’t rest knowing you’re still up like this.”
Even under the dim lighting of the two fluorescent lights in the kitchen (they should really fix up two more of them), he could still capture the small glint in his eyes, a small bright light filled with an odd determination and laced with worry. Jongho could even make out the way his brows were furrowed slightly, how his lips pouted, unintentionally or not, with concern. Seeing his boyfriend so upset, Jongho huffed a soft sigh and gave in.
“Fine. But if your body really can’t take it any longer, please just go to bed.”
He was very aware that Seonghwa wouldn’t listen to him and push the limits of his body, but seeing him nod with a gentle smile made him feel a little more at ease. And so, for the next hour or two, they tried everything. From drinking lukewarm milk and brewed chamomile tea to doing meditation and breathing techniques, the two exhausted whole lists of methods found online. Unfortunately, despite the cool and dark environment that Seonghwa had helped create for him, nothing seemed to work.
It’s 3:30 am.
Jongho’s mind was still whirring at full speed.
It’s gotten so frustrating to the point where Jongho had to let out an inaudible scream to voice his anger. The situation was only made worse by his guilt for having Seonghwa stay up so late for him. Feeling like he let him down and wanting to make up for all of this, Jongho hugged Seonghwa on the bed, his head embarrassingly buried into his chest as he mumbled a soft ‘sorry’.
Seonghwa gently stroked his head and assured, “It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean to. Besides, I’m the one who chose to stay up with you, so don’t beat yourself up over this, alright?”
A comfortable silence gradually settled over them and Jongho considered just staying like this until he fell asleep.
“How about…We try sex?”
“W-What?” Jongho shouted a little too loudly, his eyes shooting open as he jumped out of Seonghwa’s embrace.
He’s definitely not sleeping now.
Realising that it was still the wee hours of the morning, Jongho quickly cupped his mouth before repeating himself in a softer tone, “What the fuck does sex have to do with sleeping?”
Seonghwa’s ears reddened a little at the edges but he tried to reflect a more confident demeanour while he explained, “I did some research and found that sex can positively affect sleep. There have also been some studies reporting better sleep after people have sex. So…maybe we could try?” The last sentence died down to a more meek and cowardly tone as his boyfriend suggested the idea with an awkward expression.
Jongho couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Trying to find some logical way out of this, or at least for his brain to comprehend all this new information, Jongho went and did his own research online to check if this was true. And it did seem so. While there isn’t enough clinical proof that having sex helps with sleep, most of the search results do show a positive correlation. The fact that they have to resort to something as absurd as this goes to show they’ve literally run out of “normal” options to choose from. But it wasn’t like it was totally out the window. Jongho desperately needed his sleep and he was willing to give this a shot.
Besides, it’s been quite a while since they’ve had any sex together. Even before Jongho moved for a temporary stay at the dorms, they were too caught up in their respective lives to make time for such things. He wasn’t exactly the touchy feely type either, so naturally, they didn’t engage in sexual activities that often.
Ah, Fuck it. Why not? Jongho thought.
“Um, of course, if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, we could just—”
Before Seonghwa could finish his sentence, he was cut off by an abrupt kiss. It was a little sloppy and messy at first. It’s been a while after all. However, once Seonghwa recovered from the initial daze, he kissed back and guided him slowly with those plush lips of his. God, how he missed this. All of this. Jongho hadn’t realised how much he wanted this until now, and it was clear that Seonghwa craved this too. Let’s face it. They had both been incredibly touch deprived ever since Jongho moved, and he could even say since Seonghwa graduated.
But now that he’s back, he can just soak it all in. The way Seonghwa’s hands rested around his neck. The way he could just lean into the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jongho felt deeply embarrassed by this. How he had struggled with the kiss or where to place his hands. But Seonghwa seemed to have noticed his nervousness, gently rubbing circles behind his back to calm him down.
“Mhmm, you’re doing so good, baby,” Seonghwa praised, his compliment earning a small moan from Jongho, who melted into his embrace.
Seonghwa then gently placed a hand on his hip and carefully shifted to one side while inviting him to rotate his body slightly. Their torsos remained close and so did their faces, and his boyfriend’s delicate hands continued to smooth over his back as the tension in Jongho’s muscles began to slowly seep out.
As he gradually let down his guard, Seonghwa began to extend his tongue inside, pulling out a soft groan before a much fuller moan escaped from Jongho’s throat. Seonghwa took his time, just like he always did, exploring and savouring every part of him as if he were a masterpiece to be admired. At the same time, his hands steadily guided Jongho to slide back toward the pillows.
The nasally tone of his voice whispering into his ear, “Move back…that’s it. Good boy.”
There was a small whimper from Jongho at the nickname as Seonghwa gingerly laid him down onto the bed, easing him downward as the oxygen in their lungs began to slowly run dry. When Jongho sank into the pillows, their lips finally broke apart at last, puffy, damp and strands of saliva clinging between them. Breathless, he turned his head away, heat creeping up his neck, suddenly shy at the thought of letting himself be seen like this again.
“Look at me.”
It was something about the way Seonghwa said it that forced Jongho to look back, his breath taken away when he found the older gazing back at him with the fondest of eyes and the most endearing of smiles. Seemingly pleased at Jongho’s reaction, Seonghwa gently pushed the wet strands of his hair away from his face and tucked loose strands behind his ear.
“Keep your eyes on me, okay?” Seonghwa asked with a small smile, “You remember our rules?”
Jongho puffed out a small breath and steadied his breathing, willing his heart to calm down. How could he not? He would always remember how they took forever to come up with rules and signals for each other during their first time that they ended up not having any sex at all. It was still funny even now and it gets a chuckle out of him every time he thought about it.
He managed a small nod and reiterated from memory, his voice a little shaky at the edges, “North is for ‘continue’, West is for ‘more’, East is for ‘slow down’ and South is for ‘stop’.”
Seonghwa hummed in agreement with his words.
“And…?”
“Seriously?” Jongho scoffed. “You want me to read out all of it?”
A bright laughter came from Seonghwa, warm, round and filled with a touch of sparkle that pleasantly tingled Jongho’s ears. His shoulders gently shook to the wide smile hung on his face, and the sweat glistening off his skin made him glow like an angel descending from the heavens. He could hear the grain, how the deepness of his voice was masked by the brilliant sound coming out. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his nose scrunching. It was the cutest thing Jongho has ever had the honor of witnessing.
“No. But I might if you misbehave.”
Seonghwa pecked a kiss on nose before beginning to unbutton his pajamas. He had just begun to unbutton the first one when he noticed Jongho staring, his chest rising and falling, and his eyes never leaving Seonghwa’s body. Seonghwa couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. His hands drop from where they were and Seonghwa could see the small disappointment flash across Jongho’s eyes. However, that feeling didn’t last long as Jongho was quickly overwhelmed by the sudden close distance between them, Seonghwa’s breaths prickling his ears and his piercing gaze penetrating through his soul.
“Let’s start with you first, hm?” Seonghwa suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "Unbutton them for me. And slowly.”
Jongho felt his mind blank and he subconsciously nodded at his words, his hands racing to untangle the first button of his own PJs. As Seonghwa gently traced a finger down his skin, he could feel his chest tighten and chills ran down his spine while he tried not to just shut his eyes altogether. Despite how heated he was feeling and the slight uncomfortableness rattling in his bones, Jongho didn’t want to disobey his command. He wanted to be a good boy, for his hyung, and for his master.
So, he very carefully unbuttoned the next one, watching with eager eyes Seonghwa’s palm fanning out to his chest. The touch was cold at first, but the longer his boyfriend stroked at the skin, the warmer it became. Jongho could feel himself choke out moans with every button he removes, and he didn't realise he had been holding his breath for so long until he released the final one.
“Mhm, good job.” Seonghwa put a hand inches above Jongho’s face, to which the younger then reached to nuzzle his face into. “So cute. Like a little kitty.”
Seonghwa helped him remove his top before unbuttoning and shrugging off his own, his hands quickly stripping down his pants and his boxers.
“Now. It’s your turn.”
Removing his pants wasn’t the hard part. Seonghwa had very easily tossed them aside as if they were dirty laundry. What he was more interested in, however, was the growing bulge that was very tightly held back by Jongho’s boxers. He gently pulled them down by the slightest and carefully ran his fingers across the exposed skin. Every time he’d pull them down further, the more skin Seonghwa had to play with. Even the most minute touches sent Jongho into a craze, and he would let out small whimpers and moans every time the other so much as grazed his knuckles against his length.
Coming up halfway and seemingly emboldened by Jongho’s reactions, Seonghwa began to gingerly stroke at the younger’s leaking cock, mumbling, mostly to himself, “So sensitive…”
Jongho let out a sharp gasp and arched his back a little, his mouth hanging open slightly as his eyes crystallised with a sheen of tears.
“Sign?” Seonghwa asked, his voice growling at the edges with a low tone and filled with a slight huskiness that grained against his usual expression.
Puffs of hot, staggered breaths came throttling out of his throat and Jongho felt his voice crack a little as he managed a reply:
“N-North.”
“Mhm. Good.”
Seonghwa seemed to be satisfied with the answer and tore off the rest of his boxers, beaming down at Jongho’s body. Despite his time at the dormitories, Jongho continued to workout at the school’s gym. His excellent conditioning sculpted his broad chest and strong shoulders perfectly, the definition in his arms and legs unmistakable. Seonghwa didn’t just look — he studied. Every shift of muscle drew his eye, every subtle flex sparking that familiar flicker of awe. He took in every line and contour as though he was relearning a body he already knew by heart. Over time, that quiet study had turned into full-blown fascination, a private obsession with the strength and artistry carved into Jongho’s form.
A smug smile curved up Jongho’s lips. “You like it?”
Seonghwa smiled back and gently petted his head.
“Always.”
He then reached for one of the bedside drawers and grabbed a bottle of lube, smearing some on his fingers.
“I’ll get you ready and we can start, hm?” Jongho gave a small nod. “Don’t worry. We’ll take it easy today.”
He used his other hand to massage Jongho’s inner thighs while using the opportunity to further admire his body. From the pulse of his muscles to every stroke of definition, his eyes took stock of what Jongho’s legs had to offer, every moment a spectacle to Seonghwa as he traced his fingers over the top of Jongho’s thighs before smoothing them down his legs.
While he would usually take his time to commit every detail of muscles into his memory, he knew he had a mission to accomplish and after forcing himself out of his trance, he carefully stuck the head of his index (which was dripping with lube) and tested the waters. Jongho’s body squirmed to the touch, a small squeak coming from his throat along with a light gasp he couldn’t quite seem to hold back. Seeing the positive reaction, Seonghwa slid the rest of his finger inside, drawing out a few higher pitched moans and whines, and sticking in a second finger once he felt Jongho was ready.
Seonghwa was deliberate in his movements, sharp and straight to the point when it came to stretching him out nicely for some good ol’ sex. Yet, at the same time, it was slow enough for Jongho to process, to breathe — slow enough that he would sometimes purposefully inhale a breath and squeeze in the tension rattling in his bones just to feel the pressure, the pain, the way Seonghwa swallowed him whole in a way that he loved so much. It was the best sex Jongho has had since…his first year in university maybe? His memory failed him. In any case, he’s hard, leaking pre-come, and close to getting fucked senseless by his boyfriend. It was the best day of his life.
After Seonghwa’s got him stretched and Jongho’s as prepped as it’s possible to be, Seonghwa gently lowered his full weight onto Jongho, his chest settling against his.
“If any part of you feels uncomfortable, and I mean anything, and you can’t speak, squeeze once for yes and twice for no. Or if it’s really too hard, you can just lightly tap me on my back to let me know you want to back out, okay?” Seonghwa asked.
There was a small nod from Jongho, whose eyebrows were a little furrowed in the middle and his nose scrunched up to the sight of pursed lips. His cheeks were a tinge of light pink and he was embarrassingly drenched in a sea of sweat before they even got started. However, Seonghwa seemed dissatisfied with his answer, his hand reaching to thumb away the tears that were teetering at the edges of his eyes.
“Jongho.” His voice was firm and still, laced with an unsettling level of calm that resembled that of a pristine lake unmoving in the middle of the woods.
There was the small bob of his adam’s apple as Jongho gulped in a breath. His chest felt tight and heavy, his throat a little dry. But he knew he had to speak, to ground himself back to reality, and let both his body and his boyfriend know that he wasn’t about to push his limits. “I…I understand.”
The traces of any frown having formed on the older’s face had all but disappeared and a smile now sat in its stead. His hands then delicately reached to take Jongho’s hands into his palms, their fingers intertwining with each other’s as Seonghwa gently nuzzled against him.
Jongho could hear Seonghwa’s breaths brush against his ears, and the feel of his skin on his own felt a little cold. A whisper so small was breathed out:
“Thank you.”
Before he could begin to react to warmth and kindness behind those words, thin lips were pressed against his own and unlike the first time, the familiarity of it all came back to him, coursing through his veins as if his brain was starting to recall memories from long ago.
He kissed back, properly, with more grace than he did before. Seonghwa, though, pushed in deeper, his very brave attempt at distracting Jongho from what’s going on underneath. It worked. Partially. Jongho was too attuned to his senses to not feel or notice what was happening. How eager and desperate Seonghwa was, how his arms flailed to grab his increasingly hard cock that was starting to leak pre-come at the head. It gave Jongho a sense of pride knowing he could get Seonghwa off like this, turn him on and get him moving in ways others couldn’t.
However, that pride had quickly dissipated when Seonghwa got a hold of his dick and began to tease his hole instead of giving him what they both wanted.
“Put it in,” Jongho groaned.
There was a soft chuckle from Seonghwa, who looked amused by his response, the sound clipping between their lips and reverberating in Jongho’s throat. “C’mon. Let me have this for a bit. You used to like working for it—ahh!”
A small whine was dragged out from Seonghwa, his bottom lip having been bitten down by Jongho out of seeming defiance.
“I haven’t been fucked in months and my body’s starting to feel like deadweight,” Jongho snipped, but Seonghwa fitting the head of his cock to Jongho’s asshole, flaring him wider than his fingers did, made him moan and lean his head backward, his back arching ever so slightly to the pleasure shooting up his spine.
He could smell the faint mint of Seonghwa’s toothpaste and the fresh cream scent of his shampoo as he tried to catch oxygen in between the small gaps the older allowed in their intense kiss. A deep groan then followed as Seonghwa slipped the rest of his cock inside, the rich and warm tone that he doesn’t often use luring out a sonorous moan from the other.
“Mmgh, you sound so good, baby~” Seonghwa complimented, making Jongho smile in between the kisses.
He won’t deny that he enjoyed the praise. It made him feel like he was competent and of value to the other person that was a part of the experience. Love had always been a two way street for them, during sex or otherwise. And Jongho was the type to dedicate his all to his partner when he’s in a relationship. So hearing Seonghwa’s flattering words made him feel validated.
Seonghwa pulled out of the deep kiss. Their lips were puffy and dry and they seemed as though they were hungry carnivores eyeing a particularly delicious meal. Wiping away the saliva that was dripping from the corners of his lips, he gently leaned forward and helped push back strands of stray hair sticking on Jongho’s forehead.
“Is it okay if I hold onto you?” He asked.
Fuck. He had forgotten all about this. How Seonghwa would anchor onto him for support, their knuckles brushing against one another as he heard his breaths in his ear. It was an exhilarating experience he hadn’t felt in a while and knowing that he gets to do so now made the anticipation grow in his chest. He gave a gentle smile.
“Of course. Hyung can use me however he wants.”
Seonghwa lets out a soft chuckle and gently extends a hand to ruffle his hair, “Feeling a little cheeky today, are we?”
“Don’t worry. We’ve got plenty of days ahead to do whatever we want. For now…” Seonghwa carefully adjusts himself atop of Jongho, “I’m making sure you’re getting some sleep.”
“And that involves sex?”
“Well, it isn’t like we didn’t try other methods. Besides, you don’t seem opposed.”
Jongho hums softly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. And as Seonghwa curled his fingers deeper into his own, he could feel their knuckles gently brush against one another, the cold sensation sending shivers down his spine. For a moment, his breath stopped. Seonghwa had come closer and closer until the distance between them was no more than a few inches apart. Their eyes met each other and Jongho felt as if he were in a trance. His boyfriend then leaned over and rested his head against his shoulder. Every breath and sigh could be heard, even the swallowing of saliva and the way Seonghwa pursed his lips.
It was almost like he became Seonghwa’s prey the moment he agreed to let him do this.
Seonghwa pulled himself out to the tip before sliding himself back inside with a controlled force. The push and pull came at a steady pace, not too fast but not too slow. As he worked his hips to the sounds of Jongho’s deep groans, he’d occasionally peck kisses on his neck as a form of praise or comfort. Everything he did for him was done in a way he knew would maximise Jongho’s pleasure. He worshipped him like a god, and that’s what Jongho loved the most about him.
The sound of his breathing, every twitch of his lips, the brush of a strand of hair as he felt their sweat drip down each other’s body. Jongho bookmarked every single moment in his mind. But what’s worse was that it turned him on really badly, yet the other half of him was too exhausted to go any faster. God, Jongho hated this so much. Any other day and he would have spent hours letting Seonghwa every bit of him from head to toe, all the way into his hole and down his thighs. But he just had to be tired today, too fatigued from the nights spent studying and the lack of sleep from waking up at 2 am in the morning.
Seonghwa continued going at a rhythmic pace, teasing the rim of his hole with his leaking dick and using the tip to pry out small whines or other cute noises that Jongho would likely despise making if he were sober and not drunk with love and sex. He’d then push himself all the way inside of him, sinking into his body like he was diving into a deep pool. Jongho’s hips would buckle against him and he would roll them against his boyfriend, whose skin rubbed against his own. The longer they went, the more Jongho got into it. It might just become his new kink at this point. At some point, Jongho began to gently grip Seonghwa's back, his fingers pressing into the skin he was oh so familiar with and digging his fingernails deep inside.
It was a subtle change, but Seonghwa noticed. He also noticed the slightly increased pace that Jongho was going for as he subconsciously wanted to go faster. However, Seonghwa didn’t let him, his hold on him was tight and he controlled the situation.
“Mmgh~” Jongho groaned, his eyelashes batted for a fleeting moment and his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
From the adrenaline and excitement thrumming through his bones, Jongho opens his eyes just a little to meet Seonghwa’s kind gaze. Seonghwa paused and gently pecked a kiss on his nose. He said:
“Just for today, hm? I’ll give you Seonghwa’s full course meal and international buffet next week, how about that?”
Jongho scoffed and snickered a little at his joke. He smiled widely and nodded to signal his agreement.
“Do you want to be the little spoon or big spoon?”
He was admittedly a little distracted when Seonghwa asked the question, his eyes too busy staring at his boyfriend’s adam’s apple bobbing up and down against the glistening sweat clinging to his skin.
Swallowing his saliva, Jongho pulled his eyes away from the sight and replied, “You can be the big spoon today.”
“Okay. Sign.”
“Hm…I’d say East. Guess it’s working, huh?”
Seonghwa chuckled before gently pulling out of Jongho and helping him change positions. Afterward, he carefully went behind him, covering Jongho’s bulky body, which now looked so small as the other curled up slightly against his embrace. Seonghwa wrapped his hands around Jongho and let their legs tangle with one another in the growing dawn. Jongho honestly couldn’t remember the last time they spooned. It was probably a long time ago, when Jongho was still in his First Year and Seonghwa was in his Third. It was really quiet back then. They were in Seonghwa’s apartment, which was, at the time, really minimalistic. The tension from what happened a month back surrounded them and Jongho remembered soaking in Seonghwa’s warmth and the quietness of the room.
He spooned Seonghwa one other time, though he can’t remember the exact details.
“Hold still,” He could hear him whisper in his ear. It was gentle, tender, even, and he started a considerate slow slide in. “I’ve got you.”
Something about those words felt reassuring like he’s heard them somewhere before, from a different person. Jongho squeezed his eyes shut, curled his toes and stalled his breathing as his heart beat in his ears. Seonghwa checks for his reaction and pushed steadily forward.
After Jongho exhaled, his body attempting to relax once more, Seonghwa does not try to angle for his prostate straight away. Instead, he just sheathes himself until there’s nowhere further to push, until he’s breathing shaky, staggered breaths in the younger’s ear, tiny moans slipping through while his thumb stroked at Jongho’s stomach.
“Shall I continue where we left off?” Seonghwa asked.
“By all means, go ahead,” Jongho answered.
Whatever happened after became a blurry mess to him. He vaguely remembered Seonghwa’s fingers feeling his skin, or to be more exact the lines of his muscles and licking the back of his neck. He also remembered that Seonghwa nibbled at his ear at some point. It was cute and Jongho liked it. What was constant throughout all of this, however, was the budding feeling his stomach. It weighed heavily in his chest and slowly began to sprout as Jongho gradually reached his limit. With every sound he made, even the slightest of friction against his body, it all culminated in a gradual bloom that was close to blossoming at any second now.
“Hyung—“ He groaned, unable to get the rest of his words out of his mouth.
Still, Seonghwa seemed to have understood and he peppered soft kisses across his neck as encouragement.
His body felt like splitting open just then. Teetering at the edge like it was playing with him. It started off slow before gradually getting faster and bursting all at once. Jongho could feel himself jerk forward and the tightened grip from Seonghwa’s arms while he helped cool him down and ground him where he was. Jongho was grateful to have Seonghwa as his boyfriend. He wasn’t sure how long he began noticing him or when he started following him. But knowing he has such a devoted follower warms his heart.
As Jongho began to drift to sleep and Seonghwa untangled himself from Jongho to clean up, Seonghwa’s phone lit up. He grabbed it from the bedside table and took a look at the message:
Wooyoung: Hey, wanna go for a double date this weekend?
Seonghwa turned over to Jongho, wondering if he was asleep yet. A twinge of hatred snuck into his heart and he could feel his blood boil, his stomach churning with an unknown rage as he tried to not let his emotions get the better of him. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Jongho’s smile. The toothy little grin he always loved. Exhaling, Seonghwa looked at the message again.
He asked in a soft tone of voice, “Ho-ah. Wooyoung and Sangie are inviting us for a double date this weekend. Wanna go?”
“Mhm…I’ll think about it later.”
“Okay. Sweet dreams, my love.”
Seonghwa switched off his phone and headed to the bathroom.