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Seung-tak fidgeted in front of the bedroom mirror, staring at his reflection with discontent. What had seemed like a good idea at the time had turned out to be nothing but awkward and embarrassing.
It had started as something he’d seen online. A sweater of sorts, of a rather risque variety. He’d bought it on a whim, admittedly a little drunk at the time. Wearing it now, it didn’t fit him in the slightest. The turtleneck was nice, similar to many he’d worn before. But the garment was sleeveless and tight-- hugging his waist and hips, and ending far too soon. The back was low, revealing much skin, and there was a circular opening at the front, no doubt meant to show ample cleavage-- another part he did not possess.
Seung-tak pulled it down again, hunching his shoulders. It was so short it barely covered his shame, yet his eyes remained locked onto the window of open chest revealed before him. With a hand remaining on the end of the sweater, another touched gently down the flesh beneath his neck - fingers delicately tracing along the old, faded scar from his childhood that traversed his sternum.
Shaking his head, he’d decided enough was enough. He’d rid himself of this silly thing before Young-min returned home. All he needed was to redress himself in time, which should prove no difficult task. Even now, Professor Cha was the best surgeon in the hospital, with many people demanding his time. Late nights were common, and their dates were few and far between.
Seung-tak thought to himself for a moment. Perhaps there was something else he could do, some other way for him to spice things up a bit. He could admit that he’d never had a relationship as genuine and serious as this before, and it scared him in some ways. The last thing he wanted was to fuck up, or push Young-min away without meaning to. Even now, he still struggled to call him by his first name at home, and ensure the correct last name and title formalities remained at work.
It was all too exhausting. Sometimes Seung-tak wondered if it would be best to change jobs, or at the very least, move to another hospital. As much as he enjoyed seeing Young-min every day at work, the other man’s presence made it hard for him to focus sometimes, or to keep his hands to himself.
Seung-tak remained fearful of how the reputation of his family, or Young-min himself, would be affected should people learn they were married. Thoughts like that could send him spiralling into doubts, but Young-min had a tendency of catching him during those mindsets, and setting him straight.
Finally pulling himself away from his reflection, Seung-tak reached for the clothes he’d discarded upon the bed, making an effort to redress himself. But something else interrupted him this time; eyes wide with sudden realisation, and cheeks immediately flushing in response.
There, in the doorway, stood Young-min, staring at him with an unreadable expression.
Seung-tak’s immediate response was to explain himself, but with reddening cheeks and hands hurriedly pulling down the garment, he struggled to get a comprehensive word out amongst his bewildered mumbling. Young-min made no sign to say anything, wordlessly approaching his husband as Seung-tak instinctively backed away, until there was no place left to go.
Standing directly in front of Seung-tak, they were silent for a moment, before he finally gathered the courage to meet Young-min’s eyes. His gaze had darkened, sight tracing over Seung-tak’s exposed skin as if he wanted to devour him. With parted lips, they gravitated towards each other-- meeting with a delicate, warm kiss.
Seung-tak melted into the other man’s arms, sighing softly when they parted, eager to continue-- but Young-min had other plans, it would seem. He nuzzled into the younger man’s neck, exhaling slowly as his hands made their way down Seung-tak’s back; finding the soft, exposed flesh and cupping his ass with a firm grip. Seung-tak moaned, stuck snuggly between the bedroom wall and his husband-- and feeling his own growing hardness as Young-min ground against his hips, pulling them closer.
Young-min’s hands dipped lower, slipping between Seung-tak’s thighs, spreading them eagerly. With a sigh, a single finger pressed firmly against his entrance, seeking approval to continue. The younger man shuddered, arching his back, moaning into Young-min’s neck. Feeling his legs begin to falter, Seung-tak was barely able to hold himself upright if it wasn’t for their close embrace.
Unable to wait any longer, Young-min lifted his husband off the ground, taking a few steps towards the bed before throwing them both down against the mattress. He stared at Seung-tak’s state of dress for a moment, considering. Young-min didn’t bother to remove the garment, finding it accentuating all the parts he loved most about Seung-tak. He almost felt as if he was unwrapping a present-- something for his eyes only.
That thought alone was enough to nearly lose his control altogether, having barely held himself in check since stumbling across such an unexpected, yet enticing sight.
Young-min retracted one of his hands so that it could find their nearby supplies, wetting his fingers promptly before settling between Seung-tak’s thighs again. They’d done this countless times, but not nearly enough as of late-- so it would be in their best interest to ensure preparation was taken. After all, Young-min would never forgive himself if he caused any harm to his husband… and he’d never hear the end of it either.
A broken moan fell from Seung-tak’s lips when Young-min’s finger slipped inside, making quick work to prepare for what he had planned. Nuzzling into his husband’s neck, Young-min pulled away a moment to draw his gaze lower, appreciating the window of skin available to him in the centre of the sweater. The same moment that Young-min leant in - kissing Seung-tak’s scar - he slid in a second digit, licking his lips at the beautiful sounds his husband made in return.
That was it-- he couldn’t wait any longer.
Seung-tak whined when fingers retreated, so Young-min took the opportunity to kiss him again, hard and passionately, losing their breath as tongues snaked past teeth. Young-min swallowed the lovely sound that escaped Seung-tak as he pressed into him, slowly sinking into the familiar, tight warmth of his lover.
Young-min wasn’t the only one who was becoming needy and impatient-- the legs tightening around his hips urging him to hurry. And who would he be to deny his husband a request such as this?
He stifled a groan when Seung-tak bottomed out; finally connected so very intimately with the man he loved. Young-min resisted the urge to falter, knowing how long it had been since they’d last had a chance to be intimate-- feelings mixed between being delicate, tender and slow, or hard, fast and desperate to see Seung-tak come apart beneath him. Considering the circumstances, he wouldn’t last long regardless.
“Young-min,” Seung-tak gasped, clawing at his sleeves. “Please… I can’t--”
The professor stared into those lust-riddled, half-lidded eyes full of unspoken desires. Seung-tak’s bottom lip quivered, body reacting to the slighted touch and movement, begging for more. Who would Young-min be to deprive his husband of such pleasures? He could never say no-- not when his husband was this irresistibly cute.
“Seung-tak,” Young-min mumbled against his lips, slowly inching his way out. After a fleeting moment, he thrust forward, fucking into the man beneath him with sudden, uncontrollable need. “I missed you.”
Words were no longer comprehensible, both men melting into the touch and warmth of the other. They kissed between hurried breaths, parting through moans, setting up a gradual pace that suited them both. The intensity of their coupling was only further intensified by how long it had been-- their pent-up state causing them both to tip over the edge sooner than anticipated.
In a mess of sweat and sex, Young-min couldn’t prevent himself from collapsing-- turning off to the side as to not crush Seung-tak in the process. But he kept his husband close, holding him in his arms, fingers tangled in messy curls. Coming down from their high, Seung-tak grinned to himself, pleased at how the evening’s events had planned out--
Better than expected, yet just as planned.