months it had been now, and it was only now that his brother felt comfortable enough letting dae-ho stay the night with his boyfriend without fear that something would happen. his fears were unwarranted, at least that's what dae thinks. seungho had been the one to save him, he'd been the one who always protected him ! through every sleepless night where dae-ho called him, crying and on the brink of a panic attack, he'd been there.
when his anxiety got too much and he squeezed seungho's arm so tightly he started to lose feeling in his hands, seungho had been the one to put a hand over his and make him feel at ease. through all of it, he'd been nothing but supportive, loving, everything that dae-ho had needed him to be, and yet the thoughts continued to stir.
what if he was too much now ? what if seungho thought he was too much work now, damaged as he was ?
his boyfriend had always called him sunshine, though the real reason had never been pinned down. maybe it was because of his bubbly personality, the way the smile he always wore could brighten a room the moment he walked in. maybe he was the light in seungho's life, warm and comforting.
whatever the reason, dae-ho couldn't help but think to himself, to ask himself the question ... did seungho still love him now ? when his warmth had disappeared ? when all that followed him were clouds of rain and this deep seated sadness that just wouldn't go away ? would he hold onto hope that dae-ho's light would return, or would he give up and finally realize that the man he once loved died that night, and in his place, was whatever remained.
soo-jin, had made sure of that.
" i don't wanna go out tonight, seungie. " he mumbles, curling up further in the blankets of his boyfriend's bed, wallowing in self pity like he always seemed to do. " just ... just go without me. you'd probably have more fun anyway, it's fine. i can just ... go home. minnie won't mind. "
@seunscoped asked : ❝ i love you more than i can put into words. ❞
and how could seungho's words do anything other than bring the brightest smile known to man - known to anyone - right here onto dae-ho's face ? did he realize how cute he was ? did he KNOW just how much dae-ho loved him ? more than there are stars in the sky, more than there is water in the ocean, more than his big brother loves those stupid ( and disgusting, can't forget disgusting ) shrimp crackers !!
he laughs, effortlessly ─── loudly. because seungho has always loved him for exactly who he is, and that right there means more to dae-ho than he could ever put into words. " come here, seungie ! you big sap ! " hands reach up, expression faltering and shifting into one of panic as the smaller is lifted up like he's nothing before he laughs yet again, flinging his arms around seungho's shoulders.
" you know what the funny part is about all that, seungie ? " a grin, as he presses kiss after kiss to his boyfriend's face. doesn't matter where ! so long as there's somewhere to kiss, you can bet bottom dollar that dae-ho is kissing him !
" no ━━ bend down a little more, come oooooon ! just a little bit more and ━━ perfect ! " a pleased look upon his face as he finally gets the little party hat upon his boyfriend's head. it looks a little silly, slightly off center and just the tiniest bit too small ━━ but it's cute, seungho looks cute.
" ah ! best birthday ever ! hold on, hold on, hold on, let me take a picture ! say cheese ! "
" of course you got all of them ; you're literally my dream guy. the only one for me ! " a pause, " so uh ... when do you wanna get started on those kids ? "
@seunscoped asked : ❝ i want to memorize every sound you make. ❞ from seungie tysm
-> this has been sitting in my inbox for weeks i can't remember where it's from.
if dae-ho had it his way, there'd rarely be an instance where they took their time. always on the move ━━━ and so so so very impatient when it came to the more ... intimate aspects of their relationship. at the start it had been nothing more than adrenaline ; the rush of something new and exciting and fun that SOMEONE couldn't control. but now ? oh, his impatience came from a place of something much more meaningful, an inability to keep his hands to himself, like feeling the weight of seungho pressed up against his side as they walk hand in hand wasn't enough anymore.
he wanted to be close to his boyfriend, always. like an itch he just couldn't scratch, dae-ho could never seem to get enough of the other's love and affection ━━━ and perhaps it was because it was the first time he'd ever felt truly appreciated by someone, maybe it's the feeling of security and warmth that seungho so effortlessly provides that makes the younger ... handsy.
yeah, that was definitely it. being safe and loved makes him horny ━━━ totally a logical jump.
and seungho has always been able to handle anything the younger throws at him ; no amount of neediness or demands were ever met with anything other than a smirk that promised a long night and a sore throat in the morning ━━━ but dae-ho wouldn't have it any other way. seungho was his perfect match, in more ways than one. a loving, adoring boyfriend who supported him no matter what ━━━ and a very, very enthusiastic lover who loved nothing more than watching dae-ho fall apart on his cock.
his frustration, however, doesn't lay with those details, but rather in the moments where seungho decides that he wants to take his time with things, truly savour each and every second they spent together. and it wouldn't be so bad, you know ? it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't absolute torture to be kept on edge, teetering on the precipice, but never being allowed over it. part of him thinks that seungho enjoys the desperation, the urgency in his tone ; pleading eyes that look up at the demon, teeth that sink into his lower lip because if seungho refuses to give him what he wants when he wants it, then dae-ho won't budge either !
a perfect plan, foolproof even, if it weren't for the fact that seungho knew how to play his body like a fine-tuned instrument. he knew exactly what buttons and when to push them ; thumb brushing over pierced nipples that leave the sweetest sounds spilling from dae-ho's lips. every gasp, every sigh, the rustling of the sheets as dae-ho lifts his hips and tries to push back against seungho's own, whining about how he needs more, he needs it faster, he needs ━━━
" a-ahh, seungie ━━━ " he scrunches his face up cutely, a pout tugging at his lower lip as hands take him by the hips and gently guide him back down on the bed. fingers sprawl out against his abdomen, digging in slightly like he's trying to keep a hold of himself, keep the pace nice and slow, if only to drive dae-ho wild.
❝ i want to memorize every sound you make. ❞
and he believes it, truly. but the words that are whispered in his ear before lips trail down his throat are nothing more than a reminder of what he wants but is so cruelly being denied. small hand reaches into short, red hair and tries to tug, as if that might spur his boyfriend on, while hips wriggle hopelessly, pinned beneath seungho's own as the other fucks into him, nice and slow.
" th-think about how much better i'd sound if you ━━━ a-ah ! if you just give me what i want. how much louder, " he tries to reason, tries to appeal to the more demonic side of his lover, tempt him, in a way. " don't you wanna hear m-me beg for you, seungie ? i can give you a taste, let you hear it ━━━ a-and then there's no way you'll say no. c'mon, seungie ... " his words are rushed yet quiet, soft and pleading almost, because if there was one thing that dae-ho wasn't used to, it was being told no.
" please, seungie ? please ━━━ please, i'll do anything. anything you want, just please, f-fuck me ━━━ "
