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Mingyu parked his car with a smile. Biting his bottom lip as he looked out on the familiar house, he cannot stop himself from getting excited because he’s finally here.
Stepping out of the car, the hot summer breeze immediately hugged his golden skin. He pulled out the keys from inside his pocket and opening the door, his eyes automatically scanned the house for someone.
“Minghao?” he called softly. His heavy steps resonated in the wooden floor. He looked around the house and noticed that almost all of the furnitures are still wrapped, some draped with white linens. Cans of paint and brushes scattered on the floor.
He called for Minghao again, but there was still no response. Until he stepped out on the open glass door leading to the shore. And there he is.
There’s his home.
He took off his shoes and stepped on the sand, walking towards where Minghao is. The sky is a lovely yon orange, its warm colors making Minghao sitting by the shore as he meditates even more serene.
Crouching down, he surprised Minghao by hugging him from behind. The latter was obviously surprised but recovered quickly and held him back. “Oh you’re here?” Minghao’s gentle voice and his warmth took away Mingyu’s accumulated stress from the several days they had to be apart.
“I’m here.” Mingyu breathes in the other man’s scent. “I’m home.” It still feels surreal for Mingyu to say that. After years of dating Minghao, they have finally decided to take their relationship to the next level. Moving in together seemed like the perfect step for them. And as he held Minghao in his arms-- the latter hugging him in his own way-- they looked at each other and Mingyu immediately knew that it is the second best decision he’s ever made in his life.
The first, of course, was to ask Minghao to become his.
They found a perfect little house by the beach and Mingyu chose this because he knew his boyfriend liked to walk around along the shore, spend his quiet moment there and breathe in fresh air. They also both liked the tranquility this place offers, far from the chaos and loudness living in the city entails.
This is their escape.
A place of their own where they can be just who they are.
Just two people in love and contented with life.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you moved in.” Mingyu cradled the other man in his arms. “I tried.”
Minghao reaches up to cup his face. “It’s okay. You’re here now.” he smiles. “Besides, I didn’t get to do much anyway. I wanted to wait for you.”
“But I like what you did so far. I like that our place has your touch.”
“It should have yours too. It’s our home, after all.” Then Minghao stops to ponder, and Mingyu saw the exact moment his eyes lit up in excitement. “You can decorate the wall in our room.”
“I’m not good at painting though?”
“It doesn’t have to be painting. You can put maybe some of your favorite photos? Play with lighting, put stuff you like. Anything that’s you.” Mingyu nods. “Besides, it will help whenever you’re not around.”
“I’ll try to not take too much projects that would require me to leave for a long time. I don’t like spending time away from you.” Mingyu nuzzles his nose on the top of Minghao’s head, breathing in the scent he had missed so much.
“You’re so clingy.” Minghao says as he giggles. “I like it.” Giggles turned into careless laughter when Mingyu tickled the other man and in one swift move, he scooped him up making Minghao shriek as the taller man flings him around. “Mingyu put me down!”
“Nope!” and when Mingyu finally stopped turning, they stopped for a moment to catch their breaths, until Minghao pulled his boyfriend down for a kiss.
Of course days without each other would not end with just a peck and immediately, their kiss became frantic and demanding as the want and longing reflected in it. “Bed, baby. Take me to bed.” Minghao whispers against Mingyu’s lips, “I missed you so much.”
Mingyu didn’t need to be told twice. With huge strides, he walked them back to their house with Minghao still in his arms. He carried Minghao into their bedroom and gently laid him down on the bed.
Standing by the foot of the bed, Mingyu got rid of his shirt while his eyes locked with his lover. Minghao lifted his bare foot up, placing the sole flat on Mingyu’s defined abs. He feels Mingyu’s torso with it, looking up at the taller man with playful eyes as his feet travelled down south.
Mingyu smirks at him, keeping himself still even though all he really wants to do is ravish Minghao right there and then. But Minghao’s feet reaching his crotch is making him restrict himself. Minghao rubs him through his pants, brushing his feet on his awakening length and loving how it hardens with his every stroke.
Mingyu can’t help but to shut his eyes tight as he tips his head back. A groan stuck in his throat as he channels all his self control to let Minghao lead this time.
“You’re so beautiful.” Mingyu breathes, eyes fixed at his lover whose shoulder is exposed, skin slightly flushed and eyes drunk with want. “I missed you.”
Minghao bites his bottom lip and then he slowly gets up. Now on his knees, his face is level with Mingyu’s and his hand wandering his broad torso. He leaned closer as he lingered his lips against the other man’s own. He knew Mingyu is nearing his limit. He can tell by the way his shoulder’s are all tensed and his eyes never leaving his lips. “Show me.” Minghao challenged him. “Show me just how you missed me.”
And that was it for Mingyu. That was what it took to get him to lose his last remaining string of self control.
He claimed Minghao’s lips in no time as the latter cups his face and encircles an arm around his neck. Minghao immediately works on the taller man’s pants, sliding it off of him as his nails graze on Mingyu’s behind.
Mingyu reciprocates by getting rid of all of Minghao’s clothes the fastest he could, until Minghao’s lithe body come sin contact with the bed again. Mingyu follows almost immediately, hovering above the other man as they engaged in yet another kissing spree. They groaned as their feverish skin came in contact with each other, even more when erections brushed against each other.
Minghao wrapped his legs around the taller man’s middle, making it easier for Mingyu to pin their crotches together. Minghao’s moans flowed from his beautiful lips and it was at this that Mingyu groaned in frustration. “What?” the former asks in amusement.
“Don’t moan like that. It’s making it harder for me to take my sweet time with you.” Mingyu buries his face on the crook of Minghao’s neck. The latter’s giggles filled the quiet room and with a playful bite, he whispered to Mingyu’s ear “Don’t hold back.”
Mingyu pulls away and stares him down. “I mean it. I want to take my sweet time with you.” and then he caresses Minghao’s face-- from his eyebrows, down to his cheeks, to his long and slender neck and then finally his chest where he grazes his nails against his tiny nipple. “But I’ve been wanting to bury myself so deep inside you since I got here.”
Minghao pulls him in for a kiss. “Then do it.”
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The morning sunshine seeps through the sheer curtains making Mingyu groan and turn to the other side of the bed. He feels the mattress with familiar hands looking for his boyfriend and frowns when he felt it empty.
He smelled the familiar scent of Minghao’s favorite tea and immediately knew what the other was up to so early in the morning. Mingyu climbed down the bed, wrapping the white sheet around his hips. His hunch was right because as soon as he stepped out of their bedroom, he saw Minghao working on the wall he’s been painting on. He watches as the sleeves of Minghao’s sheer laced robe slides down whenever he would reach up. The splatters on the wall were done so carelessly yet intricately and with every stroke of the brush, Minghao demonstrates his artistry.
He’s so lost in his own world that he didn’t even notice Mingyu watching him.
And if Mingyu was to be very honest, this is one of the countless things he loves about the other man.
How he wishes his work doesn’t require him to return to the city or even to travel outside of the country.
How he wishes they wouldn’t have to spend days-- even weeks-- apart. And although Mingyu is willing to give it all up, Minghao, always the rational one, always reminds him to appreciate his work and to love what he do.
When they first met, Mingyu was only a freelance photographer then. He had no idea he would turn out big-- that he would have the opportunity to establish his own studio and work on his own brand.
Minghao was already an established art curator when they happened to meet for the first time. Mingyu only went to the exhibition because it seemed interesting, and was finding a way to de-stress after a long shoot. He stopped on a painting he was drawn to and then suddenly, a man approached him. He looked foreign-- sounded foreign, but the way his eyes smiled and how his voice sounded left such a huge impression on Mingyu that he found himself drawn in.
A few days later, on their first date, he found out that the man who had approached him was the artist of the painting himself.
Minghao.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Minghao’s question brought him back. Mingyu just chuckled and then walked to where the other is to give him a good morning kiss. “You’re working early.”
“Because I’m inspired.” Minghao smiles at him. “Coffee’s ready.” he points to the countertop with his lips. Mingyu thanks him with another kiss.
“Did you ever finish ordering stuff you wanted to put up on the wall?” Minghao asked. After their countless love making that rendered him glued to the bed all night long, Mingyu decided a late night online shopping would remedy their bare bedroom wall. But before he had finished, Minghao had already dozed off, fully spent and sore from all of Mingyu’s ministrations.
“I did. It’s coming today, I think.” Mingyu sips on his coffee. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Depends on what you mean.” Minghao looks up at him from the glasses on the middle of his nose bridge.
“i meant food. You’re too sore for anything else.”
Minghao sends him a look. “Like that ever stopped you.” Mingyu makes a comment about how Minghao should just focus on his artwork because really, any more encouraging words from him and he’d swing him over his shoulder and bring him back to bed.
Minghao’s see through robe isn’t helping either.
“Do you want to try?” Minghao asks him.
Mingyu shakes his head. “I don’t want to ruin it. And besides, I like watching you work. So don’t mind me.” he leans on the counter.
“Watching me work? More like checking me out.” The playfulness in Minghao’s voice is endearing.
“Okay, I admit. But can you blame me? I mean--” Mingyu pauses. “Have you seen you?”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mr. Kim.”
“I beg to differ.” Mingyu puts down his cup of coffee and walks to where Minghao is again. “It got me so deep inside you, right? Or have you forgotten?” At this point, screw self-control. Minghao is asking for it. “Must I remind you?” When Minghao didn’t reply to that, he slipped the other man’s robe off his shoulder and with every inch of skin exposed, he follows it with open mouthed kisses. “You know how much I love this robe on you.”
“It’s why I wear it when you’re around.”
“Such a tease.” Mingyu kisses his nape. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Am I?” Minghao turns to face him. “I haven’t even started yet.” and before Mingyu can even process that, Minghao had already dropped to his knees and pulled the sheet wrapped around his hips. The latter’s thin lips immediately enveloped his half-hard length and he takes him in one swoop and then slowly pulls back with his tongue flat under Mingyu’s shaft, tracing his vein, knowing exactly how this one move makes Mingyu lose his mind.
It was a good thing that Mingyu’s hand found Minghao’s head instead where he fists a handful of his hair, rather than the still wet wall just in front of him. Minghao continues to bob his head up and down Mingyu’s now full erect length, looking up as he locked their eyes.
Mingyu couldn’t keep his noises down. His grunts, his whines and the way Minghao’s name rolls off his tongue fills the morning silence in their small house.
With impatience, he pulls Minghao up and got rid of his damn robe with one tug. Mingyu lifts the other man, making Minghao wrap his legs and lock it just above Mingyu’s behind.
The taller man walks to one part of their living room, kicking some empty boxes away so he can press Minghao on the cold wall. Their mouths and tongue fight for dominance as Mingyu feels for Minghao’s entrance, guiding his length to enter it.
Minghao draws one long and loud groan as Mingyu enters him for the nth time ever since he got home. Even though they have made love countless of times since getting together (and actually even before that) Minghao still feels like it’s the first time whenever Mingyu enters him. The latter is just so well endowed that his lean frame couldn’t seem to get used to his size.
But it’s exactly that specific moment that he loves so much. Especially whgen he hears Mingyu grunt as he pushes in.
Mingyu thrusts inside Minghao slowly, the heat from having the other man around him-- gripping him so tight-- totally consumes him.
And as if that wasn’t enough, he hooks his arms under Minghao’s knees so he can penetrate the latter even deeper. Minghao wails as this new position allowed Mingyu to hit his sweet spot with every thrust.
His lips quiver, shaky hands holding Mingyu’s face, framing it. “Gyu..” he breathes in between sharp intakes of air. “I’m--”
“I know.” Mingyu pressed their foreheads together as his thrusts becomes even more frantic, desperation lacing his voice. “Me too, baby. Me too.” It didn’t take long until they both reached their climax, Minghao clinging onto the taller man as he rode his orgasm. With wobbly legs, Mingyu walks to the middle of the living room all while still inside Minghao. He puts him down on the floor gently, and grunts when he pulled out. Rolling to Minghao’s side, he brings the other one as close as possible, both of them still recovering from their high.
Unfortunately for Mingyu, he had to stand up right away because the doorbell rang. Signalling the items he had ordered arrive. Supposedly, the delivery men will take the items inside, but since Minghao is sprawled naked in the middle of their living room, he instructed them to just leave the items on the porch. Except for one paper bag that he carried inside.
“How was it?”
“One of them almost saw you.” Mingyu recalls with horror. “But yeah, the items look great. I’ll do them later.” and then he lies down again beside his boyfriend. “Here.” handing Minghao the paper bag.
“What’s this?” and then he was met with two identical pajama sets. He looked up at Mingyu incredulously.
“What? You said you wanted my touch. I thought getting that would be nice.”
Minghao was surprised because Mingyu doesn’t do this. He’s never one to wear couple clothes or buy matching items. Throughout the years they’ve been dating, he has never initiated something like this.
“We can wear it together.. or.. when I’m not around.. you can wear that so you’ll always feel like I’m close.” Mingyu looks away, trying to hie the blush forming on his cheeks.
Minghao thinks he’s the most adorable man on Earth.
So he pulls him close and gives him a long kiss. “I love you. You know that, right?”
Mingyu smiles at this. “I do. But I’d like to keep hearing it.” they spent the remainder of the day cuddled up on the floor of their perfect little house, where so much of their memories will be made from now on.