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"Babe?"
"In here!"
Yuta smiles to himself at the general chaos he's greeted with as he pushes open your front door. Clambering over several pairs of shoes and carefully sidesteping your A1 framed poster from the Wembley Arena stop of Incubus' 2002 European tour, he clicks it shut behind him and follows the sound of banging.
"Shit Yn, how many people did you invite?"
You're standing at your kitchen island surrounded by bottles of varying quantities and colours, ice strewn over the counter, cocktail shaker in hand, and a look of deep concentration on your face.
"Hmm? Oh, only you and the guys. It's been ages since we hung out together somewhere other than a hotel room or the tour bus."
You'd been looking forward to tonight all week. Just an evening of talking nonsense with your best friends and bandmates. Things had come a long way from when it was just you and Yesung practicing in his dad's garage after school. The two of you had done the odd gig during your undergraduate studies but it was only after Suho joined you during your postgrad at King's College that things had got serious. He'd turned up with Jaehyun and Yuta one day and, maybe because of the age-gap, the music had just clicked. They were both such babies then: Yuta in his final year and Jae just a fresher. Now here you were, five years later, and successfully past the milestone of your difficult second album with decent reviews and a twenty-two stop world tour behind you. Sure, you weren't selling out stadiums but you'd had to add those two extra nights in Berlin, and the ticket sales had finally meant you could afford a home. This home. Hence the need for a housewarming. You were planning to do a more responsible one on another weekend, the kind where your friends who hadn't been living on a bus and had instead created small humans could bring them. But tonight was a no-kids allowed kinda affair, hence the Campari and mixology books.
"What you going to make me?"
Yuta saunters over to you and gives you a firm kiss on the cheek before scooping the bag of ice back into the freezer before it melts all over the counter and putting the beers he bought in the fridge.
"I was just deciding. How about we ease in with a Bloody Mary?"
"Sure, seems fitting."
You raise an eyebrow, gesturing him to continue.
"In Japan some cocktails have meanings, you know, like flowers. If I remember rightly a Bloody Mary means resolute victory."
"A little martial, but I like it. Pass me the tomato juice."
"Do you even have tomato juice? I can't see any mixers."
"Ah." You scan the mess that is your kitchen and shrug, "Gin martinis it is then. What does that one mean?"
Yuta frowns as he taps your question into his phone. A second later his eyes widen with mischief. “Even better: beauty with thorns. Describes us both pretty well, don’t you think?”
You smile fondly back at the boy who had become one of your closest friends. He is definitely a beauty. Long chestnut hair scrunched back in a half bun with tendrils escaping into his carefully lined eyes. High cheekbones and full lips. Grin wider than the sky. You finish pouring the martini into two conical glasses, passing him one and holding your own out to make a toast
“Guess that makes me the thorns.”
“Well you did nearly break my nose that one time we were in Mexico…”
“You’re never going to let that go are you? You know it wasn’t intentional.”
“Sure, sure. You just fell and I got in the way.”
Conversation is always light and easy with him. The two of you are the diplomats of the band. You hold back Yesung when his frustration is about to tip over, he disarms Suho’s perfectionism with a clever joke. Both of you encourage Jaehyun when his shyness threatens to get in the way of him contributing. You’ve never had to manage each other.
“I did fall, and you did get in my way, and the fact you’d led that girl on like a complete asshole and I'd downed three shots of tequila had nothing to do with it”
You move to the living room whilst you bicker, Yuta following close behind. When you sit on the couch he sits right next to you, arm round your shoulder and fingers in your hair.
“You’re right, Babe. I was an asshole. Good job I’ve got you to help me see the error of my ways.”
He always calls you babe. You never think much of it. At least that’s what you tell yourself. He’s just being Yuta. He will flirt with anything in or out of a skirt. Weeks of living on a tour bus had broken down your mutual awareness of personal space and it would feel strange if he’d sat in a different chair. This is just the way your friendship works.
The martinis are strong and it’s been a couple of weeks since you caught up, so neither of you think it strange the others haven’t arrived until over an hour has passed.
“What time did they say they’d get here?”
“I thought 8:00. Hang on, I’ll go find my phone. You make the next round.”
“Deal. Any requests?”
“Just something different. Surprise me!”
You get up and pad to your room to find your phone, on silent as always, charging on the bedside table. Four missed calls: one from Yesung, one from Suho, two from Jae. Huh? That’s strange, Jae never calls. You wince when you see the first one is from a few hours ago. You try Yesung first. Phone off. Suho is also just a dial tone. By this time you've wandered back into the kitchen. Yuta looks up and his smile turns to a frown of concern at the way you bite your lip with worry.
"What's up?"
"I have several missed calls and they aren't picking up. Hold on, I'm gonna try Jae."
"Jae called?" Now Yuta's face is also lined with worry. You try not to let your mind race as you listen to his phone ring and ring and…
"Noona, don't be mad okay?"
"Jae? What's up? Are you alright?"
"We're fine… the van is not."
"What happened? Are you safe?" Yuta forsakes the cocktail making to come and stand in front of you, sliding his arms round your waist. You keep your eyes on his as you listen to Jaehyun overthinking. "Jae, tell me what's going on."
"We are safe, Noona. Don't worry." The voice has changed and you breathe a small sigh of relief when you hear Suho sounding normal, "We were headed back from getting you a housewarming present when the rear axle failed, we were going slow so we're fine, but now we're stuck. Yesung used up all his phone bettery calling the garage."
"Where are you? We'll come pick you up." Yuta shakes his head at your words and nods towards your make-shift bar. "Urgh, scrap that, we're probably over the limit. Can you get a taxi?"
"Yeah about that… Your present was pretty hard to find. We're about 4 hours away."
"Crap."
Yuta raises an eyebrow but you just shake your head at him whilst you listen to Suho sounding apologetic.
"Yeah. Sorry, Noona. We won't be making it tonight. I think we are gonna try and find a hotel. You want me to put Yesung on?"
"Sure. You stay safe, okay? Let me know when you find a place and give Jae a hug for me. You know he doesn't like the unexpected."
"Yeah, yeah. Love you."
"Love you too."
"You guys are so gross." Yesung's voice always makes you smile. "Stop being a mother hen. You can be mad you know."
"I'll save my anger till I see how good the present is"
"Yuta there with you?"
"Uh huh. He's right in front of me."
"Less than a foot away I bet."
Yuta chuckles at that, obviously close enough to hear both sides of the conversation, "Tell the old man I'm keeping you safe!". You just roll your eyes and try to focus on your best friend on the phone.
" Okay, I'll call you tomorrow. And before you ask, yes, I will look after the baby. Honestly, your lack of concern for me and Suho has been noted."
"Thanks, Hun. Make sure you call. I always worry about you."
"Fool. Don't get too drunk."
"Night"
"Night"
"They aren't coming?"
Yuta has closed the distance between you even further if that's possible. You can count his eyelashes as he stands with his hands clasped behind the small of your back, pulling your hips into his own. This is close. Even for the two of you. You begin to feel an unfamiliar heat rising in your cheeks. The look he gives you is far too serious. It feels weird when he doesn't smile so you cross your eyes and stick out your tongue, trying not to miss his arms when he cracks up and steps back to resume making the drinks.
"They're stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broken rear axle and my housewarming gift. Looks like its just going to be you and me."
As you say the words you realise you don't think you've ever just had a night just the two of you before. There had been plenty of shared hotel rooms and nights sleeping on questionable floors, but there had always been at least someone else in the room. Even when you'd shared that bed in Prague Yesung had been on the other side of you stealing the blankets. He'd teased you so hard when he'd woken to you curled up in Yuta's embrace, legs locked together like long time lovers. He'd even bought you a t-shirt that said cougar club. You'd worn it on stage for the next three stops of the tour.
Your reverie is broken by Yuta handing you a large glass of something very orange.
"Tequila sunrise. I found some juice in your fridge and vaguely remembered the recipe. Thought we could use some vitamins after the gin."
"What does this one mean?"
"Passionate love."
Yuta gives you that wicked smile he sometimes flashes, the one that is all teeth and his tongue pushing at his bottom lip. You, in typical ladylike fashion, almost snort out your drink.
"Babe, don't choke, Jae will kill me." Yuta manages to hand you a paper towel through his laughter. You just scowl unconvincingly. "Come on, let's get hammered and watch movies."
And so thats what you do for the next couple of hours. You foolishly let Yuta pick the theme and his choice is music films. So predictable. You get the ball running with Almost Famous and another tequila sunrise, and are about to start round two (High Fidelity and a side-car) when John Cusack's monologue on the depressive nature of pop is cut short by the room and the screen plunging simultaenously into darkness. You are both still for a second in the pitch black before Yuta leans down to bring his mouth to your ear where you sit slumped into his side on the sofa. His breath is warm against your slightly cool skin and you shiver involuntarily.
"Babe, did you forget to pay the bill?"
"Ha. Nope. Might be a fuse. I'll go check."
Five minutes and one bruised shin later you've checked the fusebox and Yuta has googled to confirm that the outage isn't confined to your apartment. Apparently your local substation has gone down and they are estimating the damage will take at least a few hours to fix.
It was Yuta who asked if you had candles, but it was you who suggested you camp out in the bedroom under the duvet. The excuse is that you don't want to get cold. The reality is you aren't the biggest fan of the dark and you feel much safer under the blankets. It doesn't take long to hunt out some matches, grab a tub of icecream and two spoons (it was going to melt anyway), and for the two of you to be curled up leaning against each other and the headboard. You suspect that Yuta notices your low level anxiety, as he lightly grabs your free hand and starts playing with your fingers whilst you absent mindedly tuck into the Ben and Jerry's. You watch his painted nails entwine with your bare ones and take a moment to relax into his comfort. You aren't really sure what the two of you are doing and the way the alcohol heightens your awareness of his soft skin has you breaking the silence pretty quickly:
"Soooooo… what we going to do?"
"What else do you do on a sleepover? Truth or dare."
You roll your eyes but Yuta's smile only gets wider.
"Come on, Babe. What else are we going to do? Braid each other's hair? Unless you're chicken?"
You know he is winding you up to get his own way, but you fall for it anyway.
"Fine. I'll go first then. Truth."
"Best kiss?"
"Jaehyun." The answer is out before you need to consider it.
"Oh he is good isn't he? Just the right amount of tongue."
Wait, what?
You turn your head to look up at Yuta, checking to see if this is a joke. For once he appears fairly serious.
"You've kissed Jae?"
"You first. It's your turn."
"Ah," blush creeps up your cheeks, "It was in Milan. We were both a little buzzed and he was stressed and I dunno I guess I wanted to comfort him. You know I am a fool for pathetic men. It was a one time thing though. Not that I regret it. How about you?"
"Oh for us it was a long time ago. It wasn't long after we met. We were at a party and this girl would not leave him alone so we came up with the plan to put her off. Not sure it worked but we had a laugh about it afterwards."
"and you never considered…?"
"What? Taking things further? Nah. You know we are close but we're just meant to be friends. Plus the band makes things complicated…"
Throughout the conversation so far you've both been looking at where your hands are still clasped on the duvet, but Yuta holds your gaze for that last comment. There's definitely something like disappointment in his eyes and you're pretty sure he isn't talking about Jaehyun anymore. Feelings that you normally keep firmly squashed down in your gut try and rise to the surface. You bat them away with an attempt to return to the game.
"Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Do you have someone you like?"
"Yes. Your turn."
"Hold up. I don't get any deets? Maybe I could help you out."
"I don't have to tell you who, you didn't ask and it is one question per turn."
"You're infuriating, did you know that?"
"You adore me. Now come on, pick."
"Fine. Dare."
"Kiss me."
"Er…"
"Come on. I want to try and knock Jae off the top spot."
You hesitate. Not because you don't want to kiss Yuta, but because you're worried you want it too much. Those feelings you've been squishing are fluttering up like butterflies and messing with your heart. The purely rational part of your brain is listing reasons why kissing Yuta is a bad idea. The part soaked in alcohol and countless dreams of his pretty smile and slender hands makes you turn so he can tilt up your chin with his fingers and bring his mouth to yours.
It's cliche but the feel of his soft lips is electric. The moment you touch jolts you sober: a 3000 volt hit jumpstarting your heart. Your pulse quickens to a hundred miles per hour as you chase down the emotions that are racing away with you. In contrast, Yuta is slow and deliberate. He holds your jaw lightly, taking time to breathe in your breath as he captures your lips with his own. When you attempt to rush him by urgently nipping at his bottom lip he pushes back, forcing you to brake before relenting and letting you suck on his tongue. You whimper involuntarily when he finally pulls away, leaning forward to keep him. His bright laugh shakes you out of your reverie and your cheeks light up neon pink as you struggle to collect yourself.
"You okay, Babe? How did I do?" Yuta's tone is teasing but affectionate. He knows exactly how that kiss has you befuddled but he wants to hear you say it. You, on the other hand, don't want to say anything that will give your feelings away. You thought you'd buried your desire for Yuta under concrete, but that kiss has resurrected them from their obviously shallow grave. It's so frustrating to have him this close, to constantly be emotionally and physically more intimate than friends but never able to cross that line to lovers. He can't have not noticed the way you follow his lead when you get lost, the way you lean on him when you can't ask anyone else for support, the way you look at him with barely veiled desire. So frustrating in fact that a couple of tears roll down your cheek.
You wipe at them as soon as you realise but too slow to fool your closest friend. Yuta catches your hand and pulls you so he can wrap his arms and legs around you and cradle your face into his chest. You don't resist. You don't trust your own mouth either so the two of you sit entwined in silence for a while, Yuta squeezing you back together before you can fall apart. In the flickering candle light you manage to re-contain your anxiety and take a moment to assess the situation. Sure, you really wanted to avoid a Fleetwood Mac level situation but after years of closeness you're pretty sure your feelings for Yuta aren't fleeting. Maybe tonight is the universe's way of telling you to take the risk and give it a chance. Still, there's one thing you need to know before you cross any more lines.
"Yuta?"
"Yes, Babe?" You can feel his relief in the air he lets out of his chest.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth"
"Who is the person you like?"
"You really need to ask me that? Feel's like a waste of a question."
"Yuta."
"Of course it's you."
You sit bolt upright to look Yuta directly in the eye. You don't think he is lying but he is too calm.
"What on earth are we going to do about it?"
"Well the kissing was a good start."
Yuta leans in to trace your collarbone with his mouth. His touch delicate in case you break again.
"Stop… Yuta… ", you push him back, pinning his shoulders to the headboard as you now kneel between his legs. Time to be brave. "If you keep kissing me this is going to go further. And if this goes further you better be certain that it's something you want because I can't have a one night stand with you. Now I'm sure I want you but I don't want just a small bit of you. I want everything. If you don't feel the same then we need to stop right here."
Yuta has been watching you carefully through your entire speech, eyes on yours and brow slightly furrowed. The moment you stop your monologue and release your grip on his shirt he pounces, pushing you down against the mattress and kneeling up and leaning on his hands so his body hovers over yours. You make a feeble attempt to sit up but he just pushes you back down.
"No, Noona. It's time for you to listen. When I say I like you I mean it. Don't you ever wonder why I let you close when I keep everyone else at arms length? When I found out you kissed Jae, yes I knew already, I was gutted. I don't get jealous. It's not me. But when it comes to you… You say you want everything, but I want more. Now can we both stop agonising over the "but what if we ruin everything?" of it all and give in? I don't care about anyone else anymore. For once let's put each other first."
"Okay."
"Okay," Yuta's eyes are dark as he holds your gaze, the tension of holding back being replaced by desire now you've both finally made it clear where you stand, "Now I think it's your turn: truth or dare?"
"Dare"
"Sit on my face."
"Kiss me first."
Yuta is on you as the words are still leaving your mouth. His earlier care replaced by urgency as he presses into you, tongue slipping past your lips within moments, humming with satisfaction when you yield to him. Between hungry kisses you reach up and round to find the small of his back and tug him down off his knees till he is laid against you. You take a moment to enjoy the weight of his body on yours as he deepens the kiss and tangles his fingers through your hair. He tastes like orange juice and grenadine: passionate love. When you feel his desire growing between your thighs you remember his dare and shift your weight to roll so he is under you instead. When you sit back on your heels Yuta follows, hands grabbing the hem of your vest top to help you peel it off over your head. He resumes the kiss whilst deftly removing your bra and then pulls of his own shirt so he can press against you skin to skin. Even through several layers of clothing you can feel his cock hard against your entrance as you straddle him. Sure, by this point you are practically dripping at the thought of having him under you, but a new more equitable arrangement is forming in your mind.
"Yuta…"
He groans against you when you call his name, not really pausing to reply but he does move his kisses from your mouth to your jaw and down into the crook of your neck.
"Can we 69 instead?"
"Fuck. Yes."
His hands are immediately at the waistband of your leggings, attempting to peel them off before giving up and focussing on undressing himself. You wriggle out of your remaining clothing only to gasp as Yuta quickly grabs your hips and manouvers you so you are kneeling in the middle of the bed. The moment he has you where he wants you he slides so his head is between your legs and you're greeted with the sight of his slightly intimidating erection. Before you can worry about how you are going to fit that in he begins to nibble and lick at the soft skin of your inner thighs. His large hands circle round to pull you down onto his face, holding you firmly when the sensation of his wet tongue lapping at your entrance makes you buck your hips in pleasure. After the intial moment of shock you give in and sit back a little, spread your knees to increase the heavenly friction as you lean forward to bring his tip into your mouth.
Yuta slows to match your pace as you slide your lips around and down his shaft. He laps encouragingly at your cunt when you begin to suck at him, taking your time to inch forward till his cock is brushing the back of your throat. Once settled you move your grip to his thighs and begin to slide up and down. Yuta maintains his hold on your thighs to keep firmly on his face. Each swirl of his tongue inside you makes you dizzy. When he hums in satisfaction you groan in return, words impossible with your mouth full of dick. Its weight and warmth feels so good. Yuta's taste is addictive, making you drool as you lick and suck and nibble at him. Each twitch and moan turns you on further.
You manage to maintain your focus on him for longer than you expect, but the moment Yuta shifts you forward and inserts two fingers knuckle deep into your cunt you lose the ability to multitask. It's all you can do to hollow out your cheeks around him and moan as he brings your clit into his mouth and begins to fuck you with his hand. You squirm at the pleasure but his grip on you doesn't falter. When he curls his fingers to find your g-spot you lose it, scream muffled as you suck greedily at his cock. His hips buck in response, and you savour the salty taste of pre-cum. Your legs are quivering and you can no longer hold yourself up but Yuta doesn't care. He's determined to blow your mind. When your orgasm arrives it's like being hit by a bullet train. You breathe deep, brain white, unable to even form a sound.
Your legs are shaking now, and you know Yuta must be soaked. Still he doesn't remove his fingers or mouth, even as your cunt spasms around him. Still, it isn't enough. You said you wanted everything, and you meant it. With the 1% of your mind that isn't in a blissed out coma you reach to play with his balls. Yuta's response is instant. He grunts and begins to slowly buck his hips so he is fucking your face. You continue to pump him with your hand and mouth, moaning encouragement at every twitch of his thick dick on your tongue. Even as you know he is getting close he still plays lazily with your cunt, dipping his fingers in and out and lapping sloppily at your clit. He tries to warn you when he is close, attempting to move but instead you suck down harder, forcing him to cum hot and hard in your mouth. Finally Yuta removes his hand, and as you swallow and lick him clean he also laps your pleasure from between your thighs.
Both of you are too fucked out and too in love for it to be awkward as you disentangle from each other and you crawl back up the bed. Before you can begin to get shy Yuta pulls you back into a deep kiss, entwining his legs with yours to ensure every inch of your skin is touching his. You don't mind that he tastes of you. If anything it is a turn on. Eventually you break the kiss so you can both breathe, but Yuta doesn't let you go.
"Thank you, Yn. You made me feel so good."
"I should be thanking you. That was something else." You stroke an errant hair out of Yuta's flushed face, smiling and then shivering as he catches your fingers and brings them to his mouth.
"You up for more or do you need to rest?"
"I think I need water but apart from that I'm good."
"Your wish is my command."
You sink into the pillows and eat some more of the now melted icecream while Yuta pads naked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You smile wickedly at the sight of his gorgeous body when he returns, thoughts turning to how quickly you can get his hands back on you. He raises an eyebrow as he perches on the edge of the bed, hand outstretched so you can swop the tub of cherry garcia for your drink. You take the glass and sip slowly, not really paying attention to what Yuta is up to. School girl error.
Something cold and wet and sticky dripping over your breasts snaps you back to the moment. You gasp at the chill spreading down to your navel as Yuta, grinning, pours the liquid icecream over your body.
"Yah, Yuta!"
"Don't worry, Babe. I'm hungry. I'll clean it up."
Satisfied he's got you well and truely covered, Yuta begins to make good on his word. He starts at your collarbone, not even pausing when you stretch over to put your water glass on the bedside table. You watch him, entranced as his tongue darts over your goosepimpled skin, his eyes closed in pleasure until they aren't and he begins to watch you watching him. This is so fucking hot. You bite and your lip and wimper as he casually pops each of your nipples into his mouth in turn, sucking till you are hard and then flicking at them with his tongue. Just before he reaches your navel he pauses to spread your legs and kneel between them. The sensation of the cold icecream contrasts with his hot mouth, making you shiver. His warm hands firmly grip on your hips pinning you in place so he can lap at your belly button. It tickles, making you squirm and laugh. But Yuta doesn't let go. He keeps his eyes on yours as he travels lower, sighing with contentment when he reaches your clit and your back arches off the mattress your hands tug at his hair. It's only been a few minutes but when his tongue finds your cunt a second time you realise you'd already been missing it. It feels so right to have him between your thighs.
"Damn, Babe. You taste so good. I think you're my favourite flavour."
"Oh god…" you struggle to find the words as Yuta settles into a blissful rhythm, allowing him to feast on you a little longer. But when he starts to speed up you tug at his hair, pulling him off before he takes you too far. His tongue is no longer enough. He grins up at you, licking his lips as your pleasure drips down his chin. The sight of him leaves you ineloquent:
"I want your cock."
"Say please, Noona."
"Please."
Yuta takes one last lap between your thighs before crawling up between them to rub his velvet dick against your entrance. Bringing his arms either side of your head he kisses you softly, teasing you by grinding down lightly with his hips.
"Please, Yuta."
"Hush, it's okay, Babe. we've got time. Now, do we need any protection? I've got a condom in my jean pocket if you don't have anything."
You raise an enquiring eyebrow, "Prepared, aren't we?"
"I've been wanting this a long time. I wasn't about to risk anything getting in my way."
You smile at his seriousness and reach up to stroke at his cheek. "Well, luckily for you I'm on the pill."
"You'll let me go in raw? Fuck, babe. You sure?"
You shrug, "I trust you. We've known each other a long time. Now, how much longer are you going to make me wait?"
Yuta smiles wide, eyes scaning your face to make sure one final time that this is what you want. Then he leans in to place the softest of kisses on your lips, tip of his cock edging into your entrance before wisphering three words that have your heart skipping:
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Yuta captures your mouth in a deep kiss as he firmly slides his dick into you. Your breath hitches as he fills you up to the brim, not stopping till he is balls deep. He waits there a moment, allowing you to adjust whilst he peppers your face and neck and collarbone with needy kisses. Happy you are happy, he reaches for your wrists, taking them both in one large hand and pinning your arms above your head. He slides his other hand down and under your left thigh to pin back your knee, edging in a deeper as he spreads you open. You moan softly when he begins to move inside you, getting louder as each thrust gets stronger and faster. You want to touch him, to run your fingers over his silky skin, to trace the ripples of his abs down to where he is now pounding into you. But Yuta doesn't let go of your wrists, even as he fucks you, even as he sucks and bites at your breasts. He is steady, despite his speed and force, and it takes mere minutes for your cunt to start clenching around his cock.
And then he starts to praise you.
"Good girl. Such a good girl."
It's hardly poetry but it releases something inside you you didn't know you'd been keeping bound. You want more. You want to be worshipped.
"Keep going, please." Your breath is heavy and words stilted as he's now fucking you so deliciously hard it's almost exhausting.
"Yn, you are so good. So wet for me. So tight. So well behaved. So beautiful. Fuck, baby. You're so pretty. My baby. My goddess. All mine."
"Yes, please Yuta, more."
"Fuck, you close? I want to make my goddess cum."
"So close" and it's true, the pleasure in your lower abdomen has built to the point where it's almost painful. You are hyper aware of each and every movement, every glorious sensation.
"Good. I'm gonna get you there first, Noona. I've got you. You can do it. Good girl."
And then it hits. You make a noise more animal than human and Yuta finally releases your arms so you can wrap them around him and pull his mouth to yours. You kiss him fiercely whilst he continues to fuck you steadily through your high. You feel his rhythm falter as you clench around him so, biting on his bottom lip, fingers tangling through his hair, you give him permission to follow:
"Good boy. Now cum for Noona."
He always was more submissive than he lets on. Your words are like magic. Yuta's hips crash into yours and you feel him fill you hot and wet as he pushes to stay inside. Spent, he lets go of your leg and rests his weight on your body, nuzzling to kiss languidly at the crook of your neck. You adjust a little so you can comfortably keep him inside, cunt still clenching around him, unwilling to be empty just yet. Both of you understand that neither of you are wanting to part. This has been too long in the making. All the touches and glances and wishes of the last few years are now complete. Even as the candles burn down low and the room grows darker you stay entangled together.
And you know without a doubt, whatever comes next, that's the way you'll always be.