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It’s a quiet, held back little giggle that Kihyun feels against the shell of his ear, a mirror of the soft lull of rain and the hands cradling his waist.
“You still okay?” Hyungwon asks, whispering. Somewhere along the border of teasing and sincere.
“Yes,” Kihyun replies, an attempt at exasperation that doesn’t actually hold any bite. “Don’t stop, fuck, just don’t stop.”
Hyungwon obliges easily. The hands on Kihyun’s back remain firm, fingers on the sides of his spine and palms in the dips of his waist. Kihyun's been sitting on his boyfriend’s cock for what feels like hours, even though it’s impossible that that much time had already passed, rocking shallowly back and forth with the subtle guidance of Hyungwon’s hands on his hips. Hyungwon moves to kiss down Kihyun’s neck, down to his jaw and collarbones and chest, Kihyun’s back arching into the touch. Every movement shifts the angle of Hyungwon’s dick inside him, soft whines escaping Kihyun’s parted lips.
When Kihyun leans forward into the crook of Hyungwon’s shoulder to muffle his moans, it’s not really for any fear of being heard, much less caught. They’re not in the dorms tonight—Hyungwon had surprised Kihyun with a visit and support for an individual schedule, and the rest went on from there. It took all but one hidden whisper of Kihyun-ah, come home with me tonight, and now here they are, tangled up in each other in Hyungwon’s cozy, quiet apartment on the other side of town. They have tonight and tomorrow morning to rest before things start picking up again—performances and interviews and everything else that comes with promotions—but Hyungwon can read the lines on Kihyun’s face like it’s second nature. It’s not always easy to spot the tiredness in his bright smile and perfect skin, fatigue and stress hidden under a bubbly demeanor, but Hyungwon always knows. He knew when he took Kihyun’s shaky hand before coming here, he knew when Kihyun clung to him a little more closely under the umbrella on the way up.
Hyungwon knew when Kihyun pulled him in for a soft, but greedy kiss the moment the front door had shut behind them, letting out a heavy breath and melting like putty completely into Hyungwon’s hands.
“Are you still with me, angel?” Hyungwon asks, one hand sneaking up to run careful fingers into Kihyun’s tangled hair.
Kihyun gasps out a breath, blissed out expression on his face as he continues grinding his hips in small circles and nods his answer into Hyungwon’s shoulder. “Mhm.”
“Tell me about your day,” Hyungwon says sweetly, fingers still carding through the brown locks. It’s a pretty shade under the lamplight, the moon shining through the balcony curtains. “Talk to me, baby. I’m right here.”
“It was—” Kihyun stutters, moving away from Hyungwon’s shoulder to face him properly before speaking again. “Good, ah, fuck, really good. I just— Hyungwon, I missed you. Missed—missed this.”
Kihyun lifts himself up further to make his point after that, sinking down onto Hyungwon’s cock in a swift motion that has him grasping at Hyungwon’s shoulders as they both moan. Hyungwon grips his waist tighter after that, moving down to grab Kihyun’s ass and guide the movements of his hips, fucking up into him slowly now, too.
“Greedy,” Hyungwon teases, smirking into Kihyun’s ear before pressing another kiss to his flushed neck. “Missed you too, pretty. You feel so fucking good.”
Kihyun lets out a choked little sound, a hand reaching out behind himself mindlessly for one of Hyungwon’s hands caressing the small of his back. Kihyun grabs around desperately, whines escaping his mouth until Hyungwon finally laces their fingers together, the angle a little bit strange, but grounding in the midst of all the overwhelming sensations in Kihyun’s body.
“Kiss me,” Kihyun begs, barely a whisper, mostly broken off by another moan that Hyungwon punches out of him when he thrusts up right into his prostate. “Kiss me, please, please.”
“Shh,” Hyungwon squeezes their interlocked hands, his own awed gaze meeting his lover’s desperate eyes. Against his better judgment, he teases, “Thought you just wanted to fuck.”
Kihyun leans forward then, burying his head into Hyungwon’s shoulder again with a frustrated groan. With a petulant nibble on the skin there, Kihyun retorts, “Shut the fuck up, I never just want to fuck. Kiss me. I need you. Come on.”
And Hyungwon loves it when he gets like this. Maybe it’s a little mean sometimes—but at the end of the day, it is still Kihyun who always has this power over him. Hyungwon is spellbound and weak and goddamn in love, and it doesn’t take much more than a single plea for him to finally show Kihyun some mercy, to simply give in.
The rain outside only gets stronger the very moment that Hyungwon pulls Kihyun in further by the waist, swallowing the moan that escapes his lips when his cock inevitably slides deeper into him. Kihyun continues riding his dick in earnest now, bouncing in Hyungwon’s lap and letting him lick into his mouth. Hyungwon’s hands come up to Kihyun’s ears in a gentle gesture when thunder begins to strike outside, brushing the sweat-sticky hair out of his face as they both move at a dizzying pace. Not enough to push each other over the edge, but god, it feels too fucking good.
“You’re doing so well,” Hyungwon whispers again, holding Kihyun softly as they slow down yet another time. Kihyun is breathless, eyes sparkling at the little bit of praise. Hyungwon wants more. “I mean it, angel. And not just right now—every single day. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
It’s not surprising in the slightest that Kihyun practically keens at the words. Wants more and more of it, all the time. He’s shy all of a sudden, cheeks flushing even more and hips moving faster on their own accord. He lets escape a breathless little chuckle into the space between them, surging forward until Hyungwon meets him halfway. The kiss is softer this time—less charged and more serene, and Hyungwon still traces mindless patterns into Kihyun’s hand through all of it.
They breathe into each other’s mouths for a while, smiling and gasping into inches of each other’s skin with every slow roll of their hips. After that bout of silent whimpers, however, Kihyun eventually slows to a stop, leaving Hyungwon’s hands to continue drawing soothing patterns on his back as they catch their breath. Hyungwon doesn’t question it, lets him take his time, stares up into Kihyun’s lovely eyes until his boyfriend finally speaks up.
“Hyungwon-ah,” he starts, slurred in the most adorable way. Hyungwon’s heart all but melts. “Have you still not made the song?”
Hyungwon laughs. It doesn’t seem to match the seriousness in the tone of Kihyun’s voice and the expression on his face, but either way, he takes it in stride. “What song, baby?”
“Tsk. Our song,” Kihyun rolls his eyes, giving Hyungwon one of his signature pouts, like he knows it always works. (It does.) “I wanna sing with you. I’ve told you a million times.”
Kihyun trails off at that last part, wrapping his arms around Hyungwon’s shoulders and saying the rest of his muffled words into his neck. They’re as close as they can be this way, wrapped in a warm embrace, skin flush against skin without any negative space.
“I’m working on it.”
(Hyungwon has had that song in his drive for the better part of… honestly, he doesn’t know how long. Years that feel like lifetimes. He’s made songs for Kihyun already, and some damn good ones, too—but it’s just not as easy writing something he knows they’ll do… together. It’s daunting. Subconsciously, Hyungwon knows there’s a weight to that kind of responsibility—creating something made up of nothing else but love, love, love. Love for music, love for Yoo Kihyun, love for the fact that those things have coincided in Chae Hyungwon’s life in the best possible way.)
“You always say that,” Kihyun laughs quietly, lips pressed into yet another pout. “You know I’m good at writing lyrics, too. Why don’t you ever let me help you?”
Hyungwon just laughs. He doesn’t have an answer to that, other than something cheesy like I won’t be able to hide how in love with you I am. He knows the kinds of words that Kihyun writes. Bubbly and sweet and full of hope. Human and raw and the reason he deserves every good, peaceful thing in this world. He’s love and belonging and happiness condensed into a single person, and somehow—somehow— that happiness found a home right here, in Hyungwon’s arms. In his lips and in his smiles and in his songs.
“Patience,” is what Hyungwon says, because it’s all he can say. Kihyun’s skin is still hot against his, lips brushing against each other’s in a mirror of trust and understanding. “One day, we’ll sing together, just us. No one will know what hit them.”
Kihyun laughs, content. He seems to be satisfied enough when he presses a chaste kiss on Hyungwon’s forehead, his soft gasps palpable in the small space between them.
“I love you,” Kihyun says, hands splayed out on the nape of Hyungwon’s neck.
Hyungwon surges forward to catch his lips right after, the answer embedded in tender touches and a deep, breathy kiss. I love you, too.
Hyungwon lifts Kihyun up after, one hand on the back of his thigh and the other on the small of his back, pushing him back first into the bed, the two of them still connected. Kihyun moans when his head hits the mattress, Hyungwon thrusting into him with need this time, worlds away from the slow and deep rhythm from earlier in the night. Kihyun’s ears get cloudy as he feels his climax start to build, the rain outside muffling into white noise along with the sound of their hips slapping together and both of their pleasured moans, spilling unabashedly from their throats.
“Harder, harder, please.”
Hyungwon groans, leans down to kiss him right after he says it and starts hitting Kihyun’s prostate dead on, once every other thrust. Kihyun can do nothing but moan and squeeze the hand that starts to lace into his, pinning one of his arms down onto the bed. Kihyun throws his head back when he feels Hyungwon’s other hand wrap around his untouched cock, tight and fast strokes and his thumb teasing the head. Kihyun’s eyes go out of focus everywhere else, nothing but Hyungwon, Hyungwon, Hyungwon in his periphery, his mouth chanting his boyfriend’s name like a prayer because it’s the only thing that makes sense.
“I’m close, babe,” Hyungwon manages to get out, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming erratic, relentlessly fucking into Kihyun while stroking his cock. “Cum, baby. You deserve it.”
Kihyun parts his lips in a silent scream when he says it, back arching off the bed to chase Hyungwon’s cock and his fist and finally, after just a few more thrusts, Kihyun cums with a moan of his lover’s name, the continued sensations on all of his most sensitive spots only prolonging the euphoric feeling. Hyungwon adjusts his speed, then, thrusting into him slower, fucking him into just the right amount of overstimulation that Kihyun loves, craves. Hyungwon lets out a particularly guttural moan when he sees the pathetic dribble of cum that leaks out of Kihyun’s softening dick, fucking into him deeper now, focused on chasing his own high.
“Cum inside me. Please.”
That’s what does it for Hyungwon, and in no less than two seconds, he’s absolutely done for.
Hyungwon leans down to kiss his boyfriend as he releases into the condom, still moving slowly to prolong his high. All he really knows at that moment is the way Kihyun licks into his mouth, swallowing his moans, hands still interlocked and fucked-out eyes looking up at him with enough beauty to kill a god. Hyungwon would stay here forever, if he could.
This is their safe place. Their own sanctuary from the storm. Kihyun opens his arms and lets Hyungwon fall into his embrace with his brightest smile, pressing absent kisses into his hair.
They melt into each other, quiet besides the lull of the evening rain.