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Yugyeom was beautiful. With his hair tousled and face smushed into his pillow, he was sprawled over the bed haphazardly, sheet shucked down and barely covering his bottom half. Even the sun seemed to think he was beautiful, casting a soft yellow glow over him through the curtains like a piece of art on a pedestal. The sheet hugged his form and clung to his pert, round ass. He was beautiful, like a marble sculpture. He really belonged in a museum.
Jinyoung had been staring at his lover for thirty minutes now. Gratitude surged through him, and he tucked his smile into his pillow. How lucky he felt to be in bed beside someone so divine. His heart thumped in his chest.
Jinyoung drew his fingers over Yugyeom’s shoulder blades, between them, down his back. Hooking a finger under the sheet, he drew it down over the globe of Yugyeom’s bottom and his soft touch fluttered over Yugyeom’s cute butt cheeks.
As Jinyoung coaxed goosebumps and shivers out of him, Yugyeom began to wake. He whined pitifully.
“Hyung,” he murmured hoarsely.
“Mm,” Jinyoung responded and slid closer to kiss Yugyeom’s temple. This close, Jinyoung could feel that Yugyeom was warm with sleep. His skin smelled fresh, like their body wash; he felt clean and soft. Jinyoung kissed his shoulder. “G’morning.”
Yugyeom grumbled. He spoke in mostly grunts this close to waking up, but that was okay. He didn’t need to say a word for Jinyoung to feel overcome with need for him. He lightly dragged his nails over the thickness of Yugyeom’s cheek, up over his hip bone, stopping in the small of his back.
“Can I fuck you?” Jinyoung asked. He didn’t have to, but—
“Please,” Yugyeom croaked. Jinyoung smiled, pressing his lips to Yugyeom’s skin once more.
Straddling Yugyeom, Jinyoung reached for the lube, still perched on their bedside table from the night before. He spread Yugyeom’s cheeks apart to see his sweet, pink hole, looking only slightly abused. Jinyoung dipped a finger in and tugged at Yugyeom’s rim, finding him still loose and slightly slick, despite Jinyoung cleaning him in the shower last night.
A swell of pride and wonder and endearment soared through Jinyoung. He couldn’t wait anymore; his mouth had been watering, dick had been aching waiting for the moment he could have Yugyeom like this again. It didn’t matter if it had only been a night or a day, a month or a year; Jinyoung always felt like he was just waiting for the next moment he could get Yugyeom warm and soft like putty under his hands.
With one hand still holding one of his cheeks spread, Jinyoung popped the cap of the lube and drizzled it from high above Yugyeom’s crack. Yugyeom jumped at the cold touch.
“Ah!” He gasped. He gripped his pillow tighter, hips thrusting into the mattress.
Jinyoung tossed the bottle aside. Slicking a finger through the lube, he slid one digit all the way inside to the knuckle in one thrust. He leaned forward over Yugyeom, caging him in with one arm propped beside his head.
“You’re beautiful,” Jinyoung couldn’t help but murmur, lips pressed to Yugyeom’s ear.
“Jinyoung-hyung,” Yugyeom sighed, and he sounded like a melody. “You feel good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmmm,” Yugyeom hummed. “I love it when you touch me. I wish you were always touching me.” Jinyoung added another finger, curled them, and Yugyeom hiccupped over a choked breath.
When he was sleepy and freshly fucked, Yugyeom tended to get wordy and soft, the shyness fucked out of him. Jinyoung could tell he was a little gone, floating. But Jinyoung kept him tethered, never letting him drift too far.
Yugyeom began to thrust back onto Jinyoung’s fingers. Jinyoung let him, enjoying the mindless way Yugyeom shivered and whined and pushed back harder, his ass pressing against Jinyoung’s knuckles, wet and sticky with lube.
As Yugyeom slid his knees under himself, Jinyoung sat up. He added a third finger and held still, but he didn’t even have to wait a single breath before Yugyeom began to piston himself back and forth on Jinyoung’s fingers. Jinyoung laughed breathlessly, Yugyeom whining in embarrassment, but he didn’t stop. His pace didn’t change, slow and clumsy and eager. The way Yugyeom's cute, pink hole gripped Jinyoung's fingers was mesmerizing, even moreso as Yugyeom speared himself back and forth onto them, until Jinyoung couldn’t hold back anymore; he started meeting Yugyeom thrust for thrust, twisting, curling, and angling his fingers to find the right spot.
Yugyeom stopped with Jinyoung’s fingers deep inside him to give a full-body shiver. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed and fell forward completely onto his elbows, face pressed into his pillow. He twined his fingers into his own hair, like he was so far gone, he needed to grab onto something to keep a grip on reality.
Jinyoung’s lips quirked and his fingers slipped out. He covered Yugyeom’s body with his own like he did before, pausing only to slap his cock against Yugyeom’s ass, to drag it over his taint, then to catch the tip on his rim, sliding in deep in one smooth thrust.
“Oh god,” Yugyeom shivered so hard, his voice quaked with it. His hands and fingers spread out as he stretched forward like a cat and arched down against the mattress in submission. Jinyoung grinned at the way Yugyeom clutched the edge of the mattress.
Jinyoung kissed all over Yugyeom’s neck and shoulders, loving how smooth and warm he felt pressed against his body. Curling one arm under Yugyeom’s chest, Jinyoung pinched a nipple and received a quick yelp. Without letting Yugyeom catch his breath, Jinyoung started moving in slow, deep thrusts. Their movements grew more and more slick–Yugyeom took him so fucking well –and soon the sounds of Jinyoung’s hips slapping against Yugyeom’s thick ass filled the room.
“I love you,” Jinyoung couldn’t help but pant, his eyes slipping closed and his forehead falling to Yugyeom’s shoulder. He cupped Yugyeom’s ass cheek in his palm, giving it a loud smack and sliding his thigh up the bed, knee folding. Yugyeom’s legs spread obscenely, flexible and pliant in Jinyoung’s firm grip, and his cock bumped against the sheets with every rock forward.
“Hyung,” Yugyeom croaked, desperate and so gone, barely audible with him pressed down into the mattress.
Jinyoung loved holding him down, holding him together, even as Yugyeom shook apart in his embrace. And he knew Yugyeom loved it, too—loved to be held down and protected and all-consumed by the power he let Jinyoung have over him.
Jinyoung scooted forward to tuck his knees underneath Yugyeom’s, his ass pressing impossibly closer to Jinyoung’s hips. Jinyoung sat up, threw his head back, groaned. He dug his fingers into the thick of Yugyeom’s ass, forcing a high-pitched sound out of him.
“I could fuck you all day,” Jinyoung sighed. His grip was tight on Yugyeom’s hips, pulling him back on each thrust. He pulled Yugyeom’s cheeks apart slightly with his thumbs, mesmerized by the way Yugyeom’s hole seemed to suck him in. “You’re so tight,” he groaned and fell forward again, pressing with his full weight.
Jinyoung’s heart clenched tight at the sweet, submissive whine Yugyeom cried out when Jinyoung wove his fingers through his hair and pulled. With his head tilted, mouth wet and red and gaping as he gasped for breath, Yugyeom could do nothing but take it as Jinyoung ground his hips in deep circles. Finding the sweet slope of Yugyeom’s shoulder, Jinyoung bit playfully, sucking with the full intent of leaving a mark.
“Hyung, I’m gonna come,” Yugyeom cried quickly, because he never realized when he was falling over the edge until it was happening. His hips stuttered against the mattress without control, and Jinyoung watched his face scrunch cutely, mouth jaw dropping in ecstasy. As a heavy moan shook through him head-to-toe, Yugyeom’s head lolled to the side, nose pressing into Jinyoung’s hairline and lips desperately, clumsily seeking anywhere to kiss and nip and suck.
With Yugyeom being slightly taller, it was an awkward angle, but Jinyoung managed, tilting Yugyeom’s chin for a wet, sloppy kiss. Yugyeom was still eager, trembling in exhilaration, needy for affection in his post-orgasm haze.
“I want you to come, hyung,” Yugyeom whined, biting at Jinyoung’s jaw. He kept meeting Jinyoung’s thrusts even as he grew overly sensitive, curved body arching his ass up, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
Jinyoung could only grunt. He wrapped his arm around Yugyeom’s chest and pulled him back, settling Yugyeom on his knees and dropping him on Jinyoung’s cock.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ,” Yugyeom wailed, loud enough Jinyoung was surprised the walls didn’t shake with it. As his dick drove deeper into Yugyeom’s tight heat, Jinyoung’s whole body trembled, body winding tight with his orgasm in reach. He kept grinding up, holding Yugyeom to him as he whined and cried and clawed at Jinyoung’s hold. Jinyoung pinched his nipple and rolled it in his fingers, loving the way it made Yugyeom clench around him.
It was always easy to fuck Yugyeom, but it was especially so with gravity on his side. Jinyoung pounded upwards, driving into Yugyeom roughly until he was bouncing on Jinyoung’s lap, their skin sticky with lube and sweat and Yugyeom’s cum trickling between his legs. Jinyoung clutched Yugyeom tightly, buckling him in with his arms so he had no choice but to meet Jinyoung’s wild, hard thrusts.
Jinyoung’s orgasm punched through him so hard, he felt the impact rush through him like a dam breaking open. It coarsed through him fast but deep, the tightness in his abdomen and groin releasing with a satisfying, nearly overwhelming full-body pulse. Jinyoung felt like all the wind was getting knocked out of him through his dick.
He panted, riding through the final tremors of his orgasm, grinding into Yugyeom’s tight, wet heat, only lifting his head away from Yugyeom’s shoulder when he heard whimpering.
“Yugyeom-ah,” Jinyoung purred, brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead. He kissed the tears shining on Yugyeom’s pink cheeks, following his hairline down his jaw, his neck and pulse point, finally landing on his shoulder to suck a small bruise into his skin.
“Can we—“ Yugyeom gasped, choking on the inhale.
Realizing how hard Yugyeom was shaking, chest heaving and hands grappling back and trying to find something, anything to hold onto, Jinyoung settled them back down against the mattress, this time on their sides. Jinyoung’s soft cock slipped out of him, and Yugyeom whined pitifully. With a sly grin and a kiss to Yugyeom’s damp skin, Jinyoung pressed two fingers back into Yugyeom’s loose hole, wiggling them until he whined. He spent a few minutes simply fingering his come messily back into his soft, pliant boyfriend, littering kisses up and down his shoulder.
“You’re such a freak,” Yugyeom groaned, but he didn’t tell Jinyoung to stop. He never did. In fact—
“I recall you doing this to yourself last night,” Jinyoung crowed, fingers never stilling.
“Shut up!”
“Hm,” Jinyoung murmured happily, removing his fingers despite Yugyeom’s gentle plea. He doubted he could get a second orgasm out of him—at least not a pleasant one. His body was probably spent from the rounds they already went last night. Jinyoung might feel bad for wringing him out so thoroughly, except he knew that any rare time off was worth spending wisely.
“Thank you,” Yugyeom whispered, bringing Jinyoung back to the present with a kiss, open-mouthed, tongue sweeping inside until Jinyoung kissed him back, slowing him down with his thumb pressing gently into the hinge of Yugyeom’s jaw. “This is how I always want to be woken up.”
Jinyoung laughed. “I’ll try to work that in,” he said, and though Yugyeom grinned at his cheeky joke, Jinyoung seriously began to think on how, if ever, they could possibly fit more time like this into their busy schedules.