âDaddy,â Jae said, lips still set in a smile, feeling almost a little silly saying the title, but also enjoying it very much. The way Seo had differentiated the titles for him, made it so it was attached to his own wants and needs, made it feel better to say it, knowing it aligned with how he wanted to feel tonight.
With his shirt gone and Seoâs shirt gone and Seoâs lips on his chest, Jae felt cool, newly bared skin turn warm with want, and he reached out to touch Seoâs skin as well, to map out his shoulders, and the planes of his back. A small whimper sounded at the back of his throat as he felt Seoâs teeth dragging around his nipple, and he looked down to watch the dominant go lower.
Jae gave a breathy laugh as his pants were removed clumsily, both of them moving just a little out of sync for a moment, but once the were gone, Seoâs touch was afforded to his thighs, which shivered at the attention. The anticipation of it was maddening, as Seo avoided his neglected cock, but he like the pace that was being set, the amount of attention Seo was giving him. Heâd asked to be feel cherished, and Seo was obliging.
At the question, he nodded his head, fingers brushing through Seoâs hair as the bruise formed on his hip. A bruise that was purposeful, not a result of his clumsiness or his training failures. âIâll be good, daddy,â he said, his voice quiet.
âYou will be?â Seo asked, echoing back, teasing words not meant to do much more than fill the space with his voice, Jaeâs voice. Add another point of connection. âYou promise?â More than his fingers on Jaeâs skin, his mouth on him. Palpable presence everywhere. As if he could surround Jae with himself, the metaphorical center in his universe. He was now, Seo supposed, in this moment there was nothing else that mattered.
âYou are always so good for me.â He murmured the words fond on his tongue in between peppering kisses around the little victorious marks heâd left of himself on Jaeâs skin â bitten half-moons and pink splashes of color that stood giddy on the subâs pale skin. âSuch a sweet thing, jagiya. Like a peach. I could eat you for days.â He liked placing those next to the darker bruises that Jae had, the ones from long hours of grueling training that Seo knew nothing of. Little manifestos of Seoâs care stitched there to make them less terrifying. They are to him. Less in their physicality, though, that too jars him. But itâs their unfamiliarity.
He thought about the things Jae was probably missing. The partner that knew how to provide care in situations like this. Understood the ups and downs of competition, how taxing it must be. How tiring, from experience and not assumption. Those are worries for another day. Thoughts to deny and ignore. Seoâs good at compartmentalizing. He can bundle them up in a box to be kicked somewhere in the backs of his consciousness to eat at him another day. When heâs alone. When Jaeâs not in his hands and he can pretend that what they have isnât all that meaningful, just fun.
But for right now, Jaeâs under him, body pliant open and vulnerable â like a kitten on itâs back, belly up with no protection. Right now Seo feels every bit of how much Jae means. âThereâs lube in the top drawer.â He directs the sub, sits back on his hunches, âPrep yourself for me. Make it slow, I want to watch.â
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