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It’s not unusual for Kun to wake up with a heavy weight against his hips, hands clinging onto his shoulders, and panting in his ear, but he never gets used to it anyway. His hands are on Ten’s hips before he’s even awake; muscle memory.
He blinks awake.
It can’t be any later than 3 AM. When his boyfriend had reassured him before he went to bed that he’d be able to fall asleep after finishing his Uni coursework and yes, ge, you can go to sleep, stop worrying about me! he had believed him. Ten’s insomnia be damned and Kun’s sleep schedule to be trusted.
Apparently he shouldn’t have. Because Ten doesn’t do this - rubbing on him in his sleep, clinging on, a little more desperate than usual - unless he really can’t sleep.
Kun squeezes, shoves his thigh up higher, and listens to his boyfriend choke on a moan.
“Baby,” Kun says. Ten, stubborn as he is, says nothing. Just squirms in his grip and breathes heavy in his ear. “I thought you’d be asleep.”
“Kun,” Ten says. Panting. “Need to come.”
He doesn’t elaborate. He doesn’t need to. Kun smacks his lips, wills himself properly awake, grips Ten’s hips in both hands, and ruts Ten down on him even harder.
“I can make you come,” Kun says. Offers, even as he moves the two of them together dirtily, roughly. Smearing slick across his own thigh. Because, admittedly, there are times where Ten wants to do nothing but use Kun like something to get off on, his own participation in the matter be damned. But then, when Ten noses into his jaw and nips at the skin there, Kun breaks: “Wanna make you come, baby.”
“Fuck,” Ten pants. “Fuck - yeah, gege. Wanna come.”
Kun has never turned Ten down in his entire life, even if they both have 9 AMs tomorrow. So he rolls Ten over onto his back, hovers on top, and slides a hand down into his boxers.
“You’re wet,” he says a little dumbly, because of course he is. He spreads slick from his pussy up to right under his naval, smearing slick around. Entranced with it.
“No shit,” Ten complains. Bucks his hips up when Kun gets his thumb over his clit. “You looked so hot and stupid laying there, it’s not my fault.”
Kun grins. “I’m hot and stupid?”
Ten groans. “It’s not a compliment.”
Kun knows it isn’t, but he reads it as such anyway. Because it’s nice to hear and Ten is a little more forgiving when it’s this early in the morning; when he’s this wet; when Kun’s teasing his hole with two fingers, fascinated with how much wetter Ten gets as Kun gives just the barest hint of pressure.
He almost preens with it. Bratty, loud-mouthed Ten, pliant when his clit’s getting played with. He’s one lucky guy.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” Kun says to him, 100% genuine. His boyfriend’s got him wrapped around his finger, and when he gets like this - needy, wide eyed, pliant - it’s hard to not just get down on both knees and worship him. Their relationship relies a lot on pushing and pulling, but this is easy.
Ten’s neck cranes up, mouths at Kun’s jaw. “Fuck me,” he says. “Fuck me, gege, make me come, please-”
And he even says please! Kun wants to give him everything.
He slips Ten free of his boxers, sliding them down his tan thighs, sighing as he does so. It’s a blessing to get to undress the love of your life while he pants for it, and it’s not like Kun is going to stop taking advantage just because Ten has decided to behave. After all, if it wasn’t so late at night - if Ten wasn’t so desperate to come - Kun would have to work for it. Would have to slowly pull and pull the compliance out of him, would have to very patiently undo him inch by inch, as per their usual. So Kun isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially when the horse’s name is Ten Lee.
“Kun,” Ten says, voice dripping with desire. The room is dark and Kun can’t see his face in great detail, but can imagine his expression perfectly in his mind: petulant, aching, tired. Wanting to beg for it but not yet willing to give into pleading just yet. “Kun, need you.”
Ten takes his hand, brings it to his cunt, trails Kun’s fingers over himself. Shivers at the touch, sucks in a breath.
Qian Kun is a weak, weak man. He complies immediately.
“I’ll make you feel good,” Kun tells him, with full sincerity. Drops down onto his stomach and gets in between Ten’s legs, pulls Ten closer to him by the hips as he presses a kiss to his inner thighs and inhales sweet, sweet musk. Trails his tongue up to where he needs it the most. “I’ll make it so good for you.”
There’s a complaint on the tip of Ten’s tongue, Kun knows, and he even begins a “Qian Kun-” before Kun is pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his pussy, wet and messy, and he breaks off into a moan.
“Fuck,” Ten says, voice strained. “Fuck, fuck-”
This kind of desire is the stuff of fairy tales. Dirty and messy and heady, alighting a fire deep in his belly. Ten’s bitten-back whimpers and his hands clutching onto Kun’s hair is what keeps him in the studio for so many hours, trying to replicate the desire into something tangible. Because here is a thing that belongs to him and Ten, and him and Ten alone. Wants to make music out of the way he sucks on the wet heat, explores it, even though he knows his boyfriend’s cunt like the back of his hand. Even as Ten refuses to make noises, refuses to give Kun the satisfaction of knowing that he’s doing a good job.
Because Kun knows, already. Knows just how he likes it. Knows just what he’s doing.
“Love you,” Kun hums. Kisses his clit, feels Ten’s hips twitch. “Love you like this.”
Ten has always been addicting, has always been something that Kun just inherently craves, but this is something different. The taste and musk of him, the slick spread everywhere, Kun inhaling the very core of him. Ten lets out the tiniest whimper he can manage, like he tried so hard to suppress it but failed, so Kun goes even deeper, even harder, even closer.
Their relationship works by Ten giving an inch and Kun taking a mile, so he does. He moans into Ten’s soaking wet fucking pussy and mouths at his clit hard, fingers petting at his hole, careful not to dip too far in. It’s the competitiveness in Kun, the kind that only Ten awakens in him; to tame the brattiness, to make him beg for it. Kun has always been the nice gege, kind to a fault, but there’s something about the way Ten stares down at him, mouth hanging open and hair clenched in his fist, that makes him want to be mean.
The harder Kun digs into his pussy, sucking onto his clit and making his hips shake, the more Ten’s thighs clench down around him. Kun keeps him open with the spread of a hand, the other one busy teasing his asshole with little strokes and pets and something that isn’t quite there but still makes a threat. Ten likes it best this way, being manhandled into taking it, so that’s what Kun does.
“Kun,” Ten says. His earlier bratiness is still there, in a way, his tone mocking. But he tilts his head back with a pant, clinging onto Kun’s hair and shoulders. “Kun-“
“Is it good?” Kun asks. He digs his nails into the inner skin of Ten’s thigh and watches him shiver. “How does it feel?”
“Fucking hate you,” Ten breathes out, when Kun takes his clit between both lips and sucks at it. Never mind the fact that Ten is grinding down on his tongue, hip shaking and stuttering as he chases the pleasure. “Hate you so much, it feels so fucking good, you’re so annoying-“
“God, angel,” Kun exhales, letting go of his thighs to plunge two right into his hole and watch Ten gasp out at the intrusion. “Look at you squirm.”
“Gege-!” Ten mewls, right as Kun pumps his fingers right in and out of his pussy, tongue still playing with his clit, searching for his sweet spot. When Kun finds it, Ten lets out a wail, like it’s something he’s been holding back, and something dark and sinister turns satisfaction over in Kun’s belly. “Gege, you’re so deep in me-“
Kun would fucking kill to have a cock. To be able to flip his boyfriend over and fill him right up, maybe even in both holes, feel how warm and wet he is. It’s fucking twisted that he’s not able to just fit himself in there, deep in his guts, but it’s okay as long as he gets this - Ten, broken down into something pliant, the second his sweet spot gets toyed with. Ten, clinging onto Kun’s wrist, guiding him but also just holding on. Ten, defeated by two fingers and Kun’s tongue.
Yeah. This all isn’t so bad.
“More?” Kun asks, and then adds in another finger anyway. And then, “so good like this, aren’t you.”
“Yes,” Ten says. Almost wailing. “Yes, ‘m so good, fuck, gege, fuck me more-”
So bossy, even when his pleasure is in the palm of Kun’s hand. Because he knows that Kun is going to give it to him anyway. Helpless to do anything else besides please his boyfriend in the only way he knows how.
“A little louder for me, Tennie, c’mon,” Kun mutters to him. Voice low. He nips his way up Ten’s body, pressing shaking kisses to his jawline as his three fingers pound into him. Thumb stroking his clit, the other hand holding his hips down, even as they shake and shake. “Tell gege how much you love it.”
“Love you,” Ten slurs. Trembling fingers wrapped around Kun’s wrist, making sure that Kun stays nice and deep inside him, just as he always does. “Love it when you fuck me like this, gege, it feels so good.”
“Yeah,” Kun breathes. He twists his fingers into Ten’s sweet spot, pummeling repeatedly, turning twitching muscle to mush. “You love it like this, don’t you, can’t get enough of me inside you-”
“I can’t-” Ten wails. “I need more-”
Kun hauls him up into his lap. It may be cruel to make Ten ride his fingers after such a long night, but he knows how much his boyfriend likes how deep he can reach this way. He stretches an arm around Ten’s waist and pets insistently at his asshole, and listens as Ten reacts to him prodding around there.
“In me,” he’s begging. “In me, in me, fill me up-”
“I am,” Kun growls into his shoulder, biting at skin. “I’m so deep inside you, baby, if I go any deeper you’ll swallow me whole-”
Ten’s hips shake and shake, trembling so hard he’s nearly crying with it, and that's how Kun knows that he’s coming. Usually Ten likes to announce it. Likes to ask for permission. But he’s so desperate tonight, Kun lets it slide. Just keeps up the fuck of his fingers and grits his teeth as Ten lets out a wail.
“Gege!” He cries. “It feels so good, ‘m losing my mind, please don’t stop-”
Both of them know that Kun won’t stop until he gets at least two out of Ten, because his boyfriend likes him to be sated, to go all loose and gooey from it. So Kun asks: “Want me inside here, too, sweetheart?” As he plays with his asshole. “Want me to fill you up in both holes?”
Ten hides his face in Kun’s shoulder. “Please,” he says. “Please.”
He whimpers a little when Kun pulls out to retrieve the lube. His slick slides all over Kun’s thigh, as Ten slumps down in his lap and curls up there. Their size difference is usually negligible, but Ten likes to make himself smaller when it’s just them. Especially when they’re doing this. Kun uncaps the lube and presses a kiss to Ten’s temple.
“Sure you can take another one, Tennie?” He asks. Even though he already knows the answer.
Ten will take whatever Kun gives him. Ten nods into his neck and exhales. Lets out a warbled, “mhmm.”
Good enough.
Kun turns him around, chest to back. “Shh,” he whispers into Ten’s hair as he lubes his fingers up. He pets Ten’s rim, opens him up slowly. It’s only been a few days since he’s last taken him, so it really doesn’t take much. Kun eases his middle finger in so slowly. Is careful, the way he pets at his insides. “Look at you, opening up for me. So good, angel.”
“Gege,” Ten mewls. “Feels good.”
Kun’s heart clenches. Ten isn’t usually so pliant with only one orgasm in, but today has been a long day, so maybe it’s just as simple as him being tired. “You want more than this?” Kun asks. “Wanna be filled up all the way or just have one?”
Ten hums as he thinks. Then, “just the one,” he whispers. “So full from just this.”
Kun inhales sharply. Ten puts so much power and trust in his hands, he sometimes gets lightheaded from it. He bullies his finger down to the knuckle, watches his boyfriend squirm on his lap.
“Gonna fill your cunt, honey,” Kun says in his ear. Slow as molasses. Wants it to sink in slowly, wants Ten to bask in it. “Gonna fill you with me. That okay?”
Ten arches against him. Panting. Open-mouthed. “I want what you want,” he says, voice dangerously low. So close to being broken. “I want you everywhere inside me.”
Kun swallows. Feeling so hot, he may as well be on fire. His fingers in Ten’s ass, stroking him deeply, hooked over his leg. Kun’s right hand goes to his clit and tugs on it.
It’s an odd kind of carnal desire that fills him up like this. Kun knows he’s dripping wet in his own boxers, but all he wants is to make every single one of Ten’s desires come true. Wants to fill him just right. Wants him to feel it. His middle finger slips right into Ten’s pussy, pushing gently against his walls, and Ten twitches in his lap. Kun adds another finger as quickly as he can, and listens with full attention as Ten lets out a warbled: “gege, please.”
No single man should have this kind of power over another person, but Ten gives it to him gladly. Lets Kun take him apart until he hardly exists, blended into nothing but pleasure and desire. Lets Kun decide the pace. Lets Kun decide everything. It’s the only time when Ten isn’t his usual stubborn self. It used to scare Kun, when they started dating, how easily Ten would give in to him. Especially after all their years of friendship, with their stubbornness and competitiveness and constant desire to outdo the other. How Ten can trust him like this, Kun still doesn’t know. But he’s glad all the same.
“You’re just so good,” Kun mutters, adding a third finger, setting a slow pace. “Kind of wish you were like this all the time. All easy and soft. But then you wouldn’t be my Tennie, hmm?”
“Please,” Ten is sobbing. Is clutching onto Kun’s wrists, is clinging onto the drags of his hands, is holding on so tight that it almost hurts. “Gege, please, it feels so good.”
“You love it,” Kun breathes, into his ear. “You love me inside you, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t believe how well you take it, can’t believe the way you were made for me-”
“For you,” Ten echoes, voice breaking.
It doesn’t take much besides that to convince Kun to speed up his thrusts. To make it feel even better, to get Ten screaming. After all, he knows how tired he is after a day of assignments and classes, and getting woken up to help him come, of all things, only indicates that he needs it more badly than usual. Kun grunts as he forces his fingers into Ten’s cunt with all the force he can manage from this angle, fingers bullying his sweet spot and being mean about it. Everything is wet and messy and Ten is moaning from the feeling of being pummeled into nothing but pleasure, and Kun almost feels drunk on it. On the smell of their sex, on the noises of his pussy, on the way Ten says: “gege, gege, gege-”
“Are you gonna come for me?” Kun asks him. “Can you come for gege, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” Ten moans. Nearly whimpering. “Yeah, wanna come for gege, wanna make it messy-”
“Such a good boy,” Kun says, lowering his voice. Presses a sweet kiss to Ten’s cheek. “C’mon, Ten Ten, make it good for me.”
And he does. Make it good, that is. Ten’s back is arching as Kun rubs into his sweet spot, over and over, feeling the slick gush from his cunt and wet them both. Slides out of his ass and pussy and steadies his hips as Ten rides through the overstimulation, as he trembles with his release. Presses a kiss to the back of his neck and his jaw and his ear.
“So good,” Kun murmurs. “So good.”
Ten, to his credit, doesn’t pass out immediately. But he goes limp in Kun’s hold and lets Kun slide him off of his lap. Curls into the duvet and mewls when Kun strokes his hair. “Hold on, lemme clean you up,” Kun whispers. Ten manages a nod. Fucked out but not too incoherent.
Kun pads off to the bathroom and gets a wet washcloth. His own cunt is aching between his legs, and he’ll probably just wait until Ten is asleep to rub one off, or even just go to bed without coming entirely. Knowing Ten, he’ll wanna return the favor tomorrow. His boyfriend is certainly too tired to do anything else tonight, and a night of blueballs isn’t anything unusual for Kun. Not when his first priority is always giving, sometimes even refusing to receive.
Just feels right, this way. Part of the reason why he’s so whipped, according to Yangyang. Not that Kun is particularly interested in Yangyang’s opinions on his sex life.
“You didn’t fall asleep, did you?” Kun asks when he gets back to the bedroom. Ten seems a little more lucid, turning onto his back and uncurling his legs.
“Nope,” Ten says. “Wanted to wait for you.”
Kun smiles. Bites his lip. Doesn’t really want to tell his boyfriend how sweet he’s being, lest Ten’s bratiness come back full force now that he’s orgasmed twice. It’s happened before.
“Just gonna clean you up and then we can sleep,” Kun says. He wipes Ten legs free of slick and follows up with a clean, dry towel. Tracks down a new pair of boxers for him to wear. “You finished all of your work?”
“Ugh, yeah,” Ten grumbles quietly. Lets Kun manhandle him into briefs. “I don’t wanna talk about it, Uni is stupid.”
Kun huffs a laugh. Puts the dirty towels in the hamper. The sheets can be dealt with tomorrow, it’s much too late to do anything about them now.
“C’mere,” Kun says, pulling Ten into his arms once he’s done. They clamber into bed, nestle down into the sheets. Ten noses into his neck, half-sprawled over top of him. As a fussy sleeper, he’ll be regretting that position soon. But as long as he’s still a little loopy from his high, he should be fine to go to sleep like this. “There we go,” Kun mutters, satisfied, once Ten lets out a little noise of contentment. “Happy, Tennie?”
“Mhmm,” Ten grunts. Nuzzles into Kun like he belongs there, which he does. “Thanks, Kun Kun. Love you.”
Kun grins. Holds his boyfriend close. Hopefully they can go to sleep properly this time.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”