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"I want to raise up the magic world all round me and live strongly and quietly there."
—Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. February 1934
“[…] but I
am all flesh,
a man every bit—[…]”
—Vladimir Maykovsky, A Cloud In Trousers
Taekwoon was not a light sleeper when it came to noises, which was helpful, as he did not live with the most considerate of roommates, and his new boyfriend had some trouble with snoring. It also meant he did not wake up when said boyfriend, Wonsik, made any other sound, be it incomprehensible words or the way his entire body worked towards a vibration. When they were close, it was easily felt, though. The purring .
With his head comfortably lying on Wonsik’s chest, Taekwoon was not entirely awakened by the noticeable purring; he just smiled and curled himself around the warm, shirtless man a little more. He could not bring himself to bother about how especially heated it all felt or how he could feel his hair a little damp from the other’s sweat.
However, not a second later, he heard more than incomprehensible words. It was Wonsik, breathing heavily for someone asleep and making soft little sounds with his voice. Taekwoon found it odd but endearing in a way — until he felt the fingers curling around his waist and the impossible sharpness of the claws he had never seen or felt without the rest of Wonsik’s body matching them.
He flinched quickly, not in fear but involuntarily. Even if it had never happened, he knew it could. The last time Wonsik had heavily scratched him, it was his own fault for trying to snuggle the scruffy cat who was not yet his boyfriend. While softly tugging at his blemished side, he moved his torso to sit and observe.
Wonsik kept sweating, trying to grab something — the sheets, this time — and his voice got whinier.
“Sikkie, hey,” Taekwoon mumbled while gripping Wonsik’s shoulders. He did not get an answer, so he tried touching the cheeks of a face that sleepily sent out many expressions. “Wake up. Are you ok?” He spoke louder and poked Wonsik’s forehead with a finger.
At first, Wonsik opened very little of his eyes, but noticing that Taekwoon was not asleep but sitting beside him, he opened them a bit more. He looked at Taekwoon, feeling his tail trying to move under him — and remembered.
“Sorry I woke you up,” Taekwoon said with some concern, adding a forehead kiss to reinforce his apology. “You didn’t look alright.”
Wonsik smiled, a little sleepy, then laughed, trying to hide his cat ears with a pillow. “I think I was having fun,” he commented without looking at Taekwoon, his eyes hidden under the pillow.
“Oh,” Taekwoon gets fainter than before. “That’s hot, actually. Like really—,” he is unable to word his thoughts because his boyfriend stills a little.
Wonsik takes the pillow out of his eyes. “Are you fully awake? Do you want to—I know we haven't,” he babbled, feeling Taekwoon’s comforting caresses on his arms.
Taekwoon could suddenly feel like he was able to purr as well.
“I’m getting there,” he answered, rubbing his eyes. He yawned, shaking his head to try to get rid of it. “But I won’t sleep again; it’s past ten.”
Running his hands through Wonsik’s dark hair and feeling the softness of the furry ears, he leaned down for a kiss, the purring more evident than before, overwhelmingly so as he continued rubbing the warm ears.
Wonsik gasped. He looked wrecked and past many stages of making out that had not yet happened, ready to do anything to touch more. Trying to bring Taekwoon closer, he wanted to hide again after awareness found him. He would not let it unroll like that, not with his emotions being translated to feline.
“Love,” he said between kisses. Taekwoon stared at him, smiling. “Can I take a shower first? I’ll be quick—”
“Of course,” Taekwoon said, lifting his body to sit again. “And you are always quick. Want me to join?”
“No—No, you took an endless bath before sleeping,” he smelled and kissed Taekwoon’s wrist as if to say you’re perfect like this . “It’s just that I’m too sweaty and—and I want to try to get rid of these?” He gestured to his shifting body parts, ears moving with the rhythm of his hands.
“Be as comfortable as you’d like,” Taekwoon told him. “I’m gonna feed your son while you do it.”
Wonsik smiled, still dizzy and way too happy, thinking about how much even Butt got more cheerful when Taekwoon was around.
❀
For their first time, Wonsik had asked for low lights. He did consider if Taekwoon would be willing to wear a blindfold. Initially, some of his fantasies started like that, as if he needed to lay out rules for his own thoughts. He thought of it all as silly, but Taekwoon never laughed.
The city lights reflected on the mirrors, blueish tint making Taekwoon’s hair brighter, his skin glowy. His single ear piercing looked like a guiding star, and Wonsik directed kisses towards it, sucking on thin skin.
Taekwoon sat on his lap, rolling his hips in selected but unchoreographed moments. They had been kissing for what felt like hours, Taekwoon swallowing down any eagerness, voice trying to escape in short whimpers.
They had not planned anything thoroughly; details were left unsaid when the only mutual decision was “we should go ”. Taekwoon was a timid person who enjoyed public displays of seduction and rarely acted physically on it. He looked, whispered, and trailed fingers at the most. Wonsik was nothing but weak, and he wanted to leave before even considering any of the other aspects that usually had him going home early.
As soon as he closed his apartment door, he grabbed Taekwoon by the neck of his tie, unlaced it as he kissed the soft, chapstick-stained lips. “You look so—I want—“
Taekwoon tried to urge it out of him, but half-words were drowned in huffs and laughs. The latter related to Wonsik’s consideration of carefully undoing the buttons of his boyfriend’s expensive suit jacket.
“What were you saying before?” Taekwoon asked, holding Wonsik’s jaw and kissing him there. “I want you,” he whispered, trailing his fingers over Wonsik’s chest like he had been doing in public.
Wonsik concealed a newfound shyness, insecurities trying to poke out — but Taekwoon bit his neck hard, nothing to muffle his moan, every hair on his body bristling. Taekwoon grinned, soothed him by caressing his shoulders and kissing the spot previously bitten.
“I want—“ Wonsik hesitated. Taekwoon lifted his head, their noses touching. When their eyes met, Wonsik could tell the interest, eyes the darkest he had ever seen. There was a particular skill related to his boyfriend’s eye expressions, but that one was indisputable.
Taekwoon tentatively undid a button on Wonsik’s shirt. “Can I?” He asked, and Wonsik took it off himself, helping Taekwoon out of his. “Tell me, then,” he said, moving his hand to cup Wonsik’s cheek, who held his wrist and licked his palm instead.
“I want to suck you off,” Wonsik said, staring at his half-open lips.
Taekwoon sensed his lungs skip a breath. He indulged Wonsik, feeling teeth with his finger before a warm tongue enveloped it. Wonsik’s eyes were closed until a second finger pressed down, Taekwoon slightly lifting himself up to look from above. Taekwoon urged his fingers so deep he could taste a metallic ring, and Wonsik let himself drool.
Wonsik moaned, hungry. He would let long fingers gag him forever, with Taekwoon grinding his hips on him as it happened. When it was over, Taekwoon moved his wet fingers to his own chest, rubbing it there. Wonsik spread kisses lower, sloppily. He circled a nipple with his tongue, and Taekwoon felt his heart hate going up, shivering when Wonsik palmed his pants and locked their gazes again.
It was all so inviting. Wonsik’s built-up tension was the most arousing thing he had ever seen, selfishly so. Taekwoon had been hard for at least twenty minutes on and off and then adamantly when Wonsik decided to suck on his fingers, and when Wonsik switched their positions to kneel between his legs, he only mouthed his agreement.
The eye contact when sliding off Taekwoon’s last pieces of clothing was one of reassurance, and Taekwoon was aware Wonsik never thought about how hot he looked right then — shiny lips, hungry eyes, messy hair.
It took the first long, low moan from Taekwoon for Wonsik’s cat ears to appear. Taekwoon knew he had not yet noticed and decided not to bring it up, caressing only cheeks and eyebrows.
“I’ve always thought about this,” Wonsik confessed, voice raspy like when he woke up. His hand covered almost all of Taekwoon’s cock. “Fitting all of you,” he added before swallowing, letting his nose poke into skin. He hummed, happy, and looked up.
Taekwoon almost whined and bucked his hip once or twice before closing his eyes. He had a hand digging into his own thigh, desperately wanting to grip Wonsik’s scalp. A smile escaped his lips when the cat tail brushed lightly around his calves. “Ticklish,” he said, and Wonsik hummed again.
Wonsik had found a fast pace up and down, and Taekwoon was ready to bring a hand to his mouth to muffle his louder moans, but it stopped.
“My teeth,” he explained, fairly apologetic about it. Without breaking eye contact, he darted his tongue out and resumed licking all around, brushing his small lips from base to tip, letting his warm breath bring back the heat, his fist holding it into place.
Noticing the hand Taekwoon currently dug into his own hip, Wonsik caressed it, and brought it to his scalp, allowing the fingers to feel fuzzy ears. Taekwoon would find his climax like that: a series of quick, high-pitched whimpers, unexpectedly turning into a full display of his beautiful voice. He only noticed Wonsik was still licking him when it became too much.
Wonsik was pulled up for a kiss and carefully straddled Taekwoon.
“Let me,” Taekwoon desperately whispered, catching his breath, a hand over Wonsik’s crotch.
“Another time,” Wonsik replied calmly and kissed his jaw. Taekwoon tried to protest, but Wonsik carefully kissed his neck, scraping the fangs towards the collarbones.
Taekwoon grabbed his head to make them look at each other. “You’ll tell me when you want it?” He whispered. “Do you promise?”
“Yes,” Wonsik promptly answered.
“I’ll be here,” Taekwoon said, kissing the tip of his nose and fondling the black ears that were still there.
❀
Taekwoon tried not to bite down into Wonsik’s shoulder as he dealt with a lapful of needy boyfriend. His hands, sprawled over perfect ass, moved accompanying the dancer’s hips.
“I can grab lube,” Wonsik said, afraid his efforts with spit were not enough, not wanting to be rough.
Taekwoon had other plans. “No, stay,” he replied, his intense grip able to leave marks had Wonsik not been clothed. “If it hurts, I’ll tell you,” he comforted Wonsik, moving one of his hands to press two fingers against Wonsik’s tongue. There was an understanding moan, and Wonsik almost laughed, later bringing his own hand to catch the drool.
Wonsik wanted to carefully process the obscene noises of Taekwoon gasping and his steadily pumping fist, but it got increasingly difficult with the hands grabbing his backside and the fingers applying pressure to the crack of his ass.
He had learned Taekwoon was the most content with weight over him, always interested in watching Wonsik’s leg work-outs, maybe the only motivation for such dull days. Taekwoon would randomly offer his lap for his own comfort, peacefully doing tasks while looking over Wonsik’s shoulder.
At that moment, though, he was anything but peaceful. Wonsik in dress pants that looked like they could rip if he went overboard with his movements — admittedly a fantasy that Taekwoon wished it took place — and a tattooed hand stroking his cock, the evident arousal in front of him. Beautiful, yes; peaceful, far from it.
“You’re so—Sik, I can even see it,” Taekwoon observed, lustfully, amidst heavy breathing.
“Just—over my pants, please.”
There was a groan, anxious and determined. “Yeah,” Taekwoon managed to say. A hand moved to Wonsik’s crotch towards his thigh, tracing the outline of the hardness. Wonsik’s own hand moved to help him, letting the tip poke out.
Wonsik made sure to memorize the very beautiful event that was Taekwoon swearing with his pretty voice.
Taekwoon slowly whirled one finger around the exposed tip before grabbing the length over layers of clothing. He caught a gasp with his mouth, sucking on the whimpering tongue.
Both were sure of the contradicting nature of desperate open-mouthed kisses and ever-so-careful hands, but Wonsik knew Taekwoon and his reactions when it was all working out. It felt special, that day, Taekwoon thirsty to finally touch him back, learn what got him twisted — which was, right then, whatever rhythm Taekwoon’s breath took and how he needed to sink his teeth into what he could.
There was some advantage from his side, and he rejoiced in it, kissing Taekwoon’s chest and sparing time to suck on the tempting nipples. The wetter he got them, the noisier his boyfriend got, and it took orchestrated vibrations against them along twists of his wrist for Taekwoon to bite down a long moan, spilling.
A debauched look was always fitting for Taekwoon, but Wonsik would learn that the debauched and still passionately ambitious was his favorite. Taekwoon looked at him to ensure it was still good, a warm palm stroking him while the other hand teased the sensitive tip.
Wonsik took a second just to bury his nose in Taekwoon’s throat, breathe there.
“Heavy,” Taekwoon commented right next to his ear. “I’d struggle a little with my mouth. You’d like it, though, right? Watching me struggle.”
“I like watching you— anything ,” Wonsik replied, sincere, taking Taekwoon’s mouth before he opened the gates of talking. It was useless, as Taekwoon would find his neck and shoulder to ravish while he slipped erratic praises.
The indirect touch was strange at first, like a neverending tease. It was rough, yet far , and it made him desperate, but then Taekwoon was steadily smearing wetness around what was exposed — and he had such long, beautiful fingers.
Wonsik came apart when Taekwoon dared to bite, a hand finding Taekwoon’s to hold him, have him still. There was a smile against his skin, a proud one, and Taekwoon was swearing — again.
Though knowing he could not look much differently, Wonsik admired the flush on Taekwoon’s face, the plump of his lips. Taekwoon giggled at their sticky hands intertwined, scrunching his face when Wonsik jokingly squeezed.
“You look so good,” Wonsik told him while moving sweaty pink hair out of his forehead. “I’ll wash it for you.”
Taekwoon nodded, back to a coy expression. Wonsik left his lap, collapsing to the mattress, and Taekwoon could easily say he already missed the weight.
“This can’t be ethical,” Taekwoon said, looking at the tattooed angel with drops of come on it — wiping it for them.
Wonsik laughed so hard his entire stomach contracted and he started coughing. It was loud, filling the entire room.
❀
Taekwoon returned with a bottle of cold water, knowing his boyfriend only forgot to ask for it. He could not say he felt at home and did not know if he ever would without his own comfort objects, but it was all very natural. As different as they were, Wonsik needed alone time just like him — and got clingy just like him, but that would not be said out loud.
Wonsik was out of the bathroom looking more relaxed, though the faint blush could still be seen. He was not very happy, but it went unnoticed as Taekwoon slipped in to brush his teeth, almost closing his eyes to inhale the aftershave scent still in the air.
“I’m sorry,” Wonsik told him as soon as he entered the room. Wonsik was covering himself with the sheets, all the way up to his cat ears. “It’s not shifting back.”
Taekwoon looked at his figure and wanted to say something. However, Taekwoon could not help quickly just joining him in bed to uncover his eyes. “Look at me,” he asked — demanded, deciding to soften the bummed face.
Their eyes locked together, and Taekwoon took the opportunity to uncover the naked body, straddling him and touching both cheeks with his hands.
“It’s not a problem, it’s never been a problem,” Taekwoon said, voice quiet but firm. “Since I learned about it. It’s just you.”
Wonsik, Taekwoon noticed, was the most self-conscious he had ever been, not even quick to stupidly answer as he usually was.
“I absolutely love it when you rub your ears on me,” Taekwoon reinforced his point by caressing the ears. “Or your face,” he kissed Wonsik’s nose. “Or any body part, really,” he circled his hips slightly, letting curious fingernails faintly caress the torso. "I know it makes you sensitive," and rubbed the black tail as close to where it meets skin as he could.
Wonsik got afraid of losing his good sight of the man above him, hoping his eyes did not go part-cat on him. He felt embarrassed, but in the best way possible, being excessively indulged with those last movements.
“Love, you act as if you actually like it,” Wonsik poked, trying to get rid of nervousness with the aid of a caressing hand on Taekwoon’s thigh.
“I do,” Taekwoon replied, lowering his face for a kiss, dragging a desperate gasp out of Wonsik as he fondled the sensitive ears. Patiently, he almost whispered, “can I love you like this, today?”
It was genuine, mindful.
Wonsik nodded, and Taekwoon still stared. “Yes—I’ve been wanting—” Wonsik finally answered him, almost out of breath, quickly getting back to a kiss before finishing the sentence.
They both smiled softly, Wonsik fairly more desperate, making the kiss open-mouthed and purposeful. He gasped into Taekwoon’s mouth, who went for bringing back the shameless arousal that woke both of them up, however, he found himself cherishing the new intimacy of it all.
Wonsik was, for the first time, fully unclothed. Below him, for him. His hands sensed when the exposed torso, velvety and inked, relaxed under his fingertips. Taekwoon had fun with wet neck kisses, a hand on Wonsik’s hair to keep the neck bare, his thumb digging into muscled chest.
Wonsik knew his boyfriend, and even relaxed and pliable, he was sure that sooner or later, Taekwoon would manifest his own desires.
He was full of expectation, panting, short nails digging into Taekwoon’s sides. In his mind, there was space to thank the curse for not letting harm come to anyone but himself. The attempts of surfacing what he kept waiting, while not unnoticed, did not change whatever newfound delicate skin-sucking Taekwoon had going on.
The dream comes to his imagination. He could not help but let out a longer, almost tired moan, bringing Taekwoon closer by his backside, a hard handful.
Finally, Taekwoon bit.
Hearing Wonsik, he smiled against the skin, and reached his hand back to feel how aroused his boyfriend was, gasping a little when he felt it smooth and a little sweaty. He buried his face in Wonsik’s abdomen, still faintly smiling. He wandered his hands to feel all of it.
“You thought I’d have a cat dick right now, didn’t you?” Wonsik playfully asked while letting it be shown with his hands that he wanted Taekwoon’s bottoms off.
“Shut up,” Taekwoon laughed, rolling his hips a little more just to make sure no more silly words would be directed at him. “I just wondered if that was why you insisted on mostly servicing me,” he admitted.
Wonsik knew it was because of how much he had been fearing his reactions since the day bird-witch-man decided he would be a cat, and that he was sure that fear faded more and more as he and Taekwoon got closer. “I’m a pleaser,” is what he says at first. It wasn’t hard to flip the man above him to invert their positions; Taekwoon was lean and bendable. “And I want you even when it’s hard to face myself.”
His small laughter about Wonsik’s assertiveness quickly melted in short, breathy, almost-moans following his arrhythmic heartbeat. Wonsik had a firm pressure of fingertips over all clothed sensitive parts of his chest before taking off the thin sleeping shirt.
Wonsik kept his body as close as possible so he would be hardly reachable, even having no clothes on. Taekwoon’s fingers massaged his scalp and cat ears just as he did what pleased him the most — lick his boyfriend all over. Took Taekwoon a while to figure out how that was a reflex act for showing affection.
The grip Taekwoon had on his hair and ears got harder as he focused on the small nipples. He could hear a little of the quiet voice trying to word something but never focusing enough to do it. His bites were playful, as he knew his strength could go overboard, and Taekwoon’s skin was easily bruised.
When his hands started caressing the inside of Taekwoon’s thighs, even with underwear on his way of teasing all he could, Taekwoon started pulling him by his hair. As he went up, he trailed his fingers through the front of the briefs, smiling.
Taekwoon pulled Wonsik’s hair harshly as his hips searched for more of that contact. “What were you dreaming about?” He asked, messily kissing the neck of the man above him. “Was it about last night? Sucking me off against the window? I only touched you with my foot—”
Wonsik sighed with a smile, considering hiding his face. He did not. “No,” he quickly managed to say, interrupting Taekwoon, and back with his kitten-like licks from Taekwoon’s neck up to his earlobe. “You were inside me,” he answered, voice low and confessional.
That made Taekwoon’s body feel hotter than usual, so he bit his lips and let it dissipate. His hips moved slowly, grinding Wonsik’s bare erection on the fabric of his own underwear.
Wonsik took off what still covered him, teasing again with two fingers feeling where a little wetness had gathered — and observing, always observing. Wonsik was obsessed with the spasms Taekwoon got around his entire body and how noticeable they were on his now exposed cock.
Taekwoon thought about saying something but could hardly react as he, half-lidded, looked at Wonsik — sure and unsure, confident but ready to give in — and saw the lovely face that went with hardened arms and stomach. When Wonsik wrapped an entire hand, a little shaky from trying to create space between them with his strength, Taekwoon let out a soft moan. Wonsik, in search of contact, curved himself until he was practically sitting.
“Lie down,” Taekwoon said, kissing the nearest piece of skin, Wonsik’s arm, and kneeled next to him.
Wonsik, nervously rubbing his own neck, took time to first gather a fabric pouch and lay it down beside himself. His boyfriend tentatively lifted one of his legs only to bite his calf. Between a startled laugh, he asked, “Do you want to?”
“Yes,” Taekwoon answered before finding another patch of skin to munch on. “You should feel my chest right now.”
Wonsik got up a little, and did. “It’s you’re purring back.”
“You are so stupid,” Taekwoon teased, his face one of fake disapproval. “Never change.”
Wonsik smiled, his tail brushing over Taekwoon’s knees.
As he laid down again, Wonsik fumbled with the bag just as Taekwoon picked a pillow to get under him. While opening a flask of lubricant, he felt a hand on his own.
“Can I?” Taekwoon asked.
“Just—just wait a bit.”
Taekwoon settled for kissing his lips and neck, cold hands on his torso making him shiver. Taekwoon was purposefully ignoring anything below his waist. When he pressed the first finger into himself, he bit Taekwoon’s lower lip.
“Another time, I’m going to lick you open,” Taekwoon spoke softly, unaware of his own indecent words. Talking soothed Wonsik, but he could not bring himself to think about soothing subjects. And he kept talking, licking the pulsing throat, bringing a hand to touch Wonsik’s lips. “And when I finger you, I’ll let you watch my lips redden while I swallow—“
“Taek,” Wonsik let out, almost a plea, his concentration slipping. “Help me out?”
There was a hum, a smile, and then no more strain from trying to do it alone. “Do you want to come now or later?” His boyfriend asked, hot breath on his cock. A tentative lick.
“Later—please,” he answered, watching the tip disappear between Taekwoon’s lips. “Don’t pick today to suddenly not be lazy.”
A pop.
“I am not lazy,” Taekwoon argued. “I am just easily tired.” There was a laugh at the absurdity of that awful argument, and Taekwoon took advantage to press a finger inside.
Wonsik huffed, and when he arched towards the mattress, Taekwoon bit his thigh. The finger moved easily and Wonsik wished to see more of Taekwoon’s lips sucking on many spots of his inner thigh, could not wait to claim the pink lips, to hear him moan as he fucked into—
“Add another,” he asked, and Taekwoon obeyed while licking his entire length once and slowly.
He thought it would feel vulnerable, seeing Taekwoon stop his oral fixations only to watch the disappearing fingers. It felt familiar, and he could not help his racing heart whenever Taekwoon tried to, inefficiently, slick back the pink locks.
Taekwoon circled a third finger around his rim, and looked up for confirmation. Wonsik nodded. He noticed there was some holding back happening before, as with the third finger, Taekwoon aimed perfectly, and his cock twitched. Taekwoon seemed to take pity on him, but the hot tongue only taunted more.
“I’m good, lie down,” Wonsik announced, and Taekwoon had the audacity to make a cute face before licking his lips. Wonsik had to manhandle him before straddling his hips and finally claiming his mouth.
They shared an impatient kiss as Wonsik let their hips slide together a few times, making sure Taekwoon was ready.
“Stop teasing me, I’ll go insane,” Taekwoon nonchalantly pleaded in his quiet tone, sinking his nails into toned ass.
Wonsik could not deny that voice anything. He reached back, lining up Taekwoon’s cock before sinking at once. He was not keen on the stretching, and that was dealt with. He liked the friction, the in-and-out stimuli. He liked thinking about the angle and how so quickly his vision changed from wanting, blurred, to satiated, lavished. The expectation of being filled, over and over.
He was slow at first, rocking his hips like he danced, upper body rolling. He knew it would turn unrefined as soon as Taekwoon turned demanding, so he chased that reaction, his deep voice speaking nonsense.
There was a satisfaction in watching Taekwoon exposing his throat at every thrust, and Wonsik could not help but lower himself down to scent, suck on it. Taekwoon lost pink strands to his grips, and suddenly there was a tail pull mirroring the same grip, right where it began.
“Kitty,” Taekwoon murmured, almost inaudible. Wonsik lost it after that, his legs all putty, himself weak. There was a proudness there, as if the nickname was saved for that moment. “Your back to my chest,” Taekwoon suggested. “That alright?”
“Love, I’m heavy,” he argued, and Taekwoon nodded with lips curved into a smile.
It took maneuvering to do, and Wonsik still held some of his weight for Taekwoon to easily slide — and he fucked so earnestly that Wonsik could not keep his eyes open. They could kiss like that, he was sure of it, but Wonsik’s neck and jaw were something he could mindlessly deal with.
Over Wonsik’s shoulder, Taekwoon could see his leaking cock, and wrapped his hand around it. He heard a beg and focused on fucking faster. Wonsik was loud, groaning, and still fit praises in between. Taekwoon was overwhelmed himself, and he sank his teeth into Wonsik’s shoulder, next to the edges of the newest tattoo.
Wonsik came like that, incomprehensible words leaving his lips. He contracted all of his muscles, whimpering as Taekwoon got the last of his sensibility out of him, slowing the thrusts. “Keep going,” he said. “You can keep biting. I want it,” he added before Taekwoon could protest.
A short, almost relieved laugh faded among the stinging bites, sucking marks, as he kept fucking a still enthusiastic Wonsik. He pressed Wonsik against him, wanting the full weight, and grabbed the sprawled legs. Wonsik once teased that Taekwoon’s strength doubled when he was needy, and the pieces of evidence were frequently visible. Taekwoon got needy wonderfully easily. When he lacked the cohesion to bite, Wonsik's lips found his. His orgasm hit him at once, the moan almost swallowed by Wonsik — who stepped back to only listen, observe.
While still catching his breath, Taekwoon felt Wonsik’s weight leave him to lay on his side, pulling Taekwoon’s arm towards his chest. Taekwoon hugged him from behind, giving small pecks to all bite marks. He tried apologizing once, and Wonsik only stared, reminding him that the bites were well received.
Taekwoon hummed a song with his eyes closed, smelling sweat and hair conditioner.
“Is it wrong if we sleep again?” Taekwoon spoke, tickling Wonsik’s ear.
There were many things to consider besides the time, starting with the overly sticky bodies, but Taekwoon could only run his fingertips over all reddening spots, and those with no marks but memories. The fuzzy tail tickled his stomach and the purring was the only noise apart their breathing. He urged Wonsik closer.
“Yes,” Wonsik replied, too late for it to be believable. “But I’m not getting up now.”
Playfully, Taekwoon bit his earlobe. “Dirty kitty,” he joked, and Wonsik shuddered. “I guess it’s the right time to tell you I dreamed about this since our first kiss or something.”
“Fucking me? So romantic.”
“No, you idiot,” Taekwoon answered, lightly pinching Wonsik’s abdomen. “You without a single droplet of shame on your body.”
Wonsik flipped his body so they could face each other. Taekwoon had a serene smile on his lips, and Wonsik kissed the mole under his eye.
“I love you,” Wonsik said, making their noses touch.
Taekwoon gave him a peck on the lips. “I love you,” he said back, closing his eyes heartily, peaceful. Then he smiled. “And I fantasized about fucking you way before our first kiss.”
A cackle was suppressed with a kiss, and the kiss turned into laughs again.