there’s something so precious about minjoon. well, there are several things that are precious about minjoon but —more specifically, the way he has to voice his uncertainty. his awe. you’re not real. seokmin wants to coo. seokmin wants to cry; the darling boy is so, so amazed that this is happening and while it makes him feel infinitely flattered, it also makes his heart throb the slightest bit because he knows his best friend has dealt with these feelings, thought these same thoughts, for so long without making a single peep about it. ( well, that’s debatable; apparently seokmin was just oblivious, but he at least noticed something was off, alright? ) he doesn’t miss a single shiver, a single pinch in expression as he gazes at minjoon in an attentive, adoring way. as if he could regard minjoon with any other expression in this moment when he’s spread out for him so vulnerably. what a nice, sweet boy he is; seokmin knows he’s not good about asking for what he needs, not good about appearing weak in front of other people… but they’re different with each other. they’ve always been different, and he’s so thankful. so grateful that someone with such a soft center is willing to entrust him with it. smitten, seokmin drops a gentle kiss against his nose.
it’s only when nimble fingers circle around his own need that he realizes he’s a little vulnerable right now, too; being touched by something that isn’t a toy or his own hand for the first time in what feels like centuries —but he’s busy. he can get off later. right now he wants all of his attention to be on the precious one below him, which is why he doesn’t make one sound of protest when the hand leaves him a moment later. only keeps his own hands moving over minjoon’s wet rod, inside him, not slowing down even as he starts to sob. if anything it makes him go even faster. seokmin doesn’t stop until minjoon is spilling all over himself ( ❛ that’s it, baby, you’re so good— ❜ ) and making a mess of them both. delighted, seokmin coos. watches him like a hungry wolf; complete with his tongue dragging over his plum lips, fingers wringing the last but of cum from his cock before sliding to his tummy. giving it soothing little rubs and, sequentially, spreading his release around hot skin. ❛ look at you… you’re so pretty, sweetheart. you make me crazy. ❜ even with minjoon moaning and cursing, seokmin will still shower him with only the most saccharine of praise. his nose bumps against the younger’s flushed cheek, nuzzling him, fingers growing a little bolder inside as minjoon’s body uncoils. they haven’t stopped moving. ❛ are you doing okay? ❜ because he has to check in. make sure. nose is replaced with his mouth, which he uses to administer a gentle kiss, trailing down to his neck… the flesh gaining his attention is flushed rose and covered in a light sheen of sweat, a sight that makes him hum pleasantly. the fingers that aren’t working minjoon open ( the ones covered in sticky, drying mess ) lift to fill the space of his parted lips; tongue flicking out to clean them, his piercing, roaring gaze focused on minjoon’s face. if it were up to him, he’d be taking minjoon into his mouth again already. keeping him warm and guiding his length gently back to full hardness once more —but it might not be best the best place for it. such intensity. this is only their first time together, after all, and he doesn’t want to overshadow all the love he harbors even if he does want to make minjoon feel as good as possible. he’ll pay close attention and play it by ear. for now, seokmin moves to lick across the boy’s cute tummy instead while another digit joins the first. crooks, so carefully, against his hot walls.
he doesn’t quite remember the last time his thoughts weren’t a clouded, pink mess of goo. doesn’t remember the last time he could be within the same vicinity of seokmin and not feel his heart pounding like the bass of a screeching song. it started far too long ago; went through too many obstacles and earned too many tears for someone as weak as one han minjoon to ever consider going back on, even if just for reminiscing purposes. it’s what landed them here in the first place, after all — the entire reason he’s currently letting out soft heaves and quick groans. of course he feels the underlying bed of emotions that simmer behind his closed eyelids. of course he’s happy enough to start sobbing at this very moment, covered in his own cum and sweat like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. the way seokmin looks at him when minjoon peeks out from matted, inky bangs only earns the lump in his throat to grow that much further; to press pause on the high he’s riding out in favor of giving his boyfriend a wobbly little grin. god, he’s so happy. so happy and so lucky.
and so, so sensitive. sensitive enough that every shift of fingers is enough to earn an involuntary little shiver that runs down the length of his spine and tugs at his very sanity, soft enough to just barely make him aware of his surroundings. he could, ideally, spend the entirety of his life doing just this with just seokmin. he could die clutching messy sheets ( sheets he truly prays weren’t too expensive, considering the mess he’s made on them ) and feeling seokmin’s slender fingers exploring him in the most vulnerable, sweet way possible. sweet in a way that doesn’t just translate in his actions — sweet with his words, almost innocent in a way that challenges the entire situation. baby. the word rings like a siren that only grows in volume with every breath, because it’s not often he’s called something so sweet. something that isn’t... almost painfully vulgar, for lack of better word. he can only assume it’s something seokmin can relate to, given the circumstances of his job. something he vows to himself to change, because the man before him deserves to feel nothing less than utmost, pure love. “ god... love it so much when you call me pretty... ” forgive him for being so painfully vocal about it all. forgive him for loving the way seokmin manages to push each and every invisible little button like it’s some sort of wonderful game. “ so good to me. ” good enough that he can feel himself only edging back to the top by the second. it’s different now, that’s a given, because he doesn’t feel as if his entire body is made out of stone. because he finds it in himself to relax enough that he can truly feel seokmin working into him, massaging inside and sending electric shocks straight to his aching cock. it’s been far too long since he’s been overstimulated, never mind to this extent; the kind where tears flow out of his eyes and nails dig into supple skin — supple skin that happens to be seokmin’s wrist, to which minjoon can only wince at once realization sets in. “ fuck— sorry. shit. ” though his grip only tightens once seokmin decides to push the very last button, licking up the cum from his fingers like it’s the ice cream from the shop earlier. “ fuck me. ” because he can’t handle it anymore, really — needs more than just seokmin’s sweet fingers inside of him. needs his boyfriend to feel as good as he feels. “ please, seokmin. fuck me. ”
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