mature, no archive warnings apply, ratings may change
established relationship, alternate universe - college/university, making out, yearning in horny
just another yutdaeng that I made up in a whim
part 1 of ?
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When Daeyoung let out his slight moan that time, unprompted and bare, the sound lingered in Yushi’s head for days. He remembered how they opened their eyes at the same time; Yushi, surprised and very much turned on, and Daeyoung, embarrassed, but he let Yushi know of his embarrassment that he decided to pull Yushi into a proper kiss.
They had been kissing, as usual. For some reason that Yushi had been very patient for, and made Daeyoung slightly frustrated—undetected, surprisingly—they hadn’t moved from their kissing stage after Yushi confessed to Daeyoung about his affections towards the younger three months ago.
It wasn’t like Daeyoung wasn’t dropping hints—he was practically grinding against Yushi’s thighs when they made out on the other day, with the shirt off and his fingers tangled in Yushi’s now-cropped short hair. This time, too, Daeyoung sucked on Yushi’s neck with a mission, and Yushi was all pliant and soft and equally eager on top of him—but no matter how hard Daeyoung jerked his hips upwards, how frustratingly he gripped Yushi’s unclothed waist, Yushi didn’t show the intention of moving to bed. Daeyoung wanted Yushi to fuck him, for god’s sake, but apparently his boyfriend was too oblivious.
It had been a normal day. With the sort of weather that was neither cold nor hot—and for another mutually unknown reason—Yushi insisted that Daeyoung wouldn’t be fully undressed. His pastel green shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest and soft stomach. And Yushi would be sitting on his lap, his knees bent on either side of Daeyoung’s thighs. This was easy; this was their routine.
And, driven by some unknown force (read: just the horny impulse of college students), Yushi slithered his lips from Daeyoung’s face to his neck, and down to his pecs—and while he cradled Daeyoung’s cheek with one hand, thrusting his thumb into his mouth, Yushi took Daeyoung’s right nipple into his mouth and did an experimental suck.
Their room had been full of kissing noises and heavy breathings, lips smacking and their tiny moans. But when Daeyoung mewled, gaping with a thumb pressed against the wall of his mouth, his hot breath washed over Yushi’s thumb and, interestingly, carried over into his chest, and—you called it—his cock.
Yushi withdrew abruptly, head tilting up to meet Daeyoung’s face just a few distance above him. He looked like he was about to cry.
Yushi had expected him to complain about something—after all, Daeyoung was someone who had a lot to say when he was with Yushi—but he didn’t. He only pulled Yushi up; his palm was warm on the back of Yushi’s neck when he drew him in, going for another round of kissing.
They stopped when someone’s phone was ringing somewhere—Yushi’s—and when he scrambled to get it, the expression on Daeyoung’s face was still the same.
“You’re just plain dumb at this point,” Riku said to him once, and he refused to elaborate. Yushi didn’t get it, and he’d forgotten about it after some time. It came back when he answered his phone, something about his part-time application on the college union, and he wasn’t able to pay attention because Daeyoung was still on the sofa, buttoning up his shirt with such a miserable expression that he only made when he saw those cry-baiting ads.
Yushi didn’t like that expression on Daeyoung’s delicate, puppy-like face. A small voice in his head that sounded too similar to Riku told him that it was his fault.
general, no archive warning apply, canon compliant
domestic fluff, established relationship
just slow, fluffy morning in the second dorm, ft. wronged riku /jk
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Sometimes, when Yushi was the first to wake up while Daeyoung was just stirring from his dream and Riku was still deep in his, he sat on their couch, watching the curtained window glow from the first sunlight in the morning. Someone had forgotten to pull down the blackout curtain again. It didn’t really matter because Yushi was wide awake, even though he spaced out, staring at nothing in particular, looking like he wasn’t ready for their schedule for today.
When Daeyoung finally escaped his warm blanket, he giggled at Yushi’s bed hair before entering the toilet.
“Why are you awake this early, hyung?” Daeyoung patted his hands carelessly on his pajamas. He sat beside Yushi, immediately leaning towards him and pushing him towards the end of the couch. They laughed. Yushi straightened himself, back to his previous position. Daeyoung still leaned on him.
“I can ask the same of you,” Yushi put his head on top of Daeyoung’s. “It’s still too early for today.”
“I heard you earlier,” he rubbed his cheek on Yushi’s shoulder for warmth. “And I just want to… I just want to wake up.”
“You’re being too vague.”
Daeyoung whined, “can’t I just want to be with you for a while?”
“We’re together every day.”
“Yeah, but we’re working.” Daeyoung felt an arm sneaking around his waist, pulling him closer. “As professionals, we—“
“Professionals,” Yushi giggled. It prompted Daeyoung to attack him with tickles, to which Yushi immediately squirmed to defend himself. They wrestled for a while—the fight ceased when someone’s stomach growled.
They paused when they heard it, stared at each other, and burst into laughter. Yushi sank on the fluffy backrest, shaking because of the comical timing, while Daeyoung was just as bad, laughing on his lap.
“Whose was that?” Daeyoung sat up, still giggling. “You?”
“Me,” still grinning, Yushi sighed. He took Daeyoung’s fingers in his. “Do you want to get anything?”
“By that, you mean you want me to go out and—“ He laughed mid-sentence.
“No, no,” his laugh was so contagious that Yushi started to laugh again. “I will go.”
“You just said that because I said that.”
“No, I really mean it—“
“Lovebirds,” Riku came out of his room, yawning. “You two are too loud in the morning. It’s too early for this.”
While Daeyoung burrowed his face on Yushi’s side, Yushi languidly replied in Japanese, “Riku-chan, will you run to get us something from the convenience store?”
They wheezed when Riku mock-gasped, squealed when Riku lurched at them, another tickling attack done by a different offender, and by the time they were called by their manager to get ready and come down as soon as they finished, they hadn’t done anything, nor did they get anything to eat.
