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It was a cold January night, Jiyong walked the icy roads alone. His bare feet graced the frozen highway with a certain elegance, completely unbothered by the suffocating cold, he took his strides while making minimal footprints, similar to the walking pattern of a cat.
It had been a woodsy area, just a two way road to anyone's destination. A destination nobody would be meeting during a storm like this, roads hardly visible, no condition for driving. It was a destination that wasn't clear to him.
He wore a thin white button up, it was oversized to seem more like a dress. It was paired with capris of the same light cotton, and he didn't even have shoes on. Maybe not suitable attire for a snow storm, but for some reason, it didn't seem to effect Jiyong. He couldn't care less about being cold, that was all arbitrary now.
There was a lot he'd forgotten, blurry fuzz in his brain where his adult life and relationships should've been. He wished he could've remembered the person that he was, at last, it wasn't as simple as seeing something and flipping a switch. It would probably take years to gain back what he'd lost.
He'd known the roads would be empty, that's why he chose this night. Nobody needed to be there, nobody needed to see him. He couldn't remember how long he'd been walking, why he was walking down this road, couldn't remember what happened in the past few days. That's not important.
What is of the utmost importance is getting to his destination... Oh shit, he just heard the sound of squeaky car breaks. He turns around to find a 1987 Honda Prelude pulled over by him, the car was 11 years out of style, it had damage to it's front end and looked like it hadn't been washed since the '70s. Its blotchy paint job definitely didn't help in giving it somewhat of an impoverished style.
He saw the figure of a man sitting in the driver's seat through the passenger window, though he couldn't make out much of a decisive outline due to the blinding headlights that blurred his vision. The man leant over to his passenger door and cranked down the window. It was a bit awkward standing there and waiting as he vigorously rolled the handle around. Once the window was down, Jiyong bent down slightly to make eye contact, which he found uncomfortable, but he knew made other people feel at ease.
It was then that he could properly make out the face of the driver, his eyes were like a doe, and his face was handsome yet rugged. He had sorrow in his glance. “It's so cold out, what are you doing out here walking alone?” A deep voice came out of the man, unsurprising since he exuded a more masculine energy. “I just need to get to my destination.” Jiyong replied, flatly. “I'll give you a ride, c'mon! Hop in.” He opened the car door, and Seunghyun slid in, barely making a noise.
He was so small, so frail that his frame even seemed odd in the car. His pale skin, illuminated, almost glowed against the dingy colors of the outdated vehicle.
The man stared at Jiyong for a second, bewildered, and it confused him. He wasn't great at reading social queues, and he didn't quite understand what his gaze meant. “Is there something wrong?” He kindly inquired, and he shook his head, “No, you just... Remind me of an old friend.” There was a sadness in his eyes, almost watery. Even looking at the face Jiyong a burning sensation in his chest. And there was a profound emptiness that Jiyong also felt when trying to regain his memories.
An awkward silence ensued and the snow began to trickle down harder. He kept one hand on the wheel, Jiyong noticed he had a tattoo down his wrist, it was written in ancient Chinese characters. This brought up an odd sense of familiarity for Jiyong, he couldn't remember where he'd seen this before, but he knew he had.
He had long black hair. They say hair holds memories, and it seemed like he was holding onto something he wanted to remember. “I should probably introduce myself, my name is Choi Seunghyun. I'm heading to a cabin just up this road, would you like to stay until the weather calms?” Jiyong wasn't sure how to respond. “You must be awfully cold in those thin clothes, I don't understand how you don't catch a case of hypothermia.”
Jiyong stayed silent, glancing out the car window. His eyes, dutiful and brooding. “You know... You remind me a lot of someone from my past, he looked a lot like you. I actually came out here because I've been having a hard time, losing him was the worst thing that ever happened to me.” Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, he attempted to hold them but they were still prevalent enough to be visible.
“I'll stay…” Seunghyun raised an eyebrow, “Hmm?” Jiyong felt a sense of relation to Seunghyun, his melancholy felt like a warm house. Jiyong couldn't remember why he felt such a profound sadness, but it mirrored Seunghyun's. Adding upon that, Seunghyun seemed so familiar to him, he was the first thing that familiar to him. “At the cabin, I want to stay at the cabin tonight.”
He felt like that would be the best decision, Seunghyun definitely needed some company, and a bonus was that he could sleep somewhere warm, even if just for a night. “Oh, good. I was lonely, and you don't need to be out in that cold with your clothes. Glad you told me now, our turn is right up here.”
He spun his steering wheel around and made the turn onto the gravelly dirt road. It was a short distance from it to the cabin, the ride there was a bit bumpy, but Jiyong didn't mind. He parked haphazardly by the door and clunk his keys down in the ignition to turn it off, and then he got out of the car. He came around and opened the car door for Jiyong and carried him bridal style into the cabin.
“You don't have to do this.” Jiyong muttered under his breath. “I can't let you walk on that ice with no shoes on, what type of man would I be if I let you freeze like that?” While he seemed to get concerned easily, he was nice, he was thoughtful. Something about his touch felt like home. When Seunghyun was carrying him, he noticed something odd. Something he hasn't seen in a long time.
Jiyong's skin was so cold, and his skin was so unusually pale, it's as if he had no blood. One of Jiyong's ears was pointed at the end, it'd always been like that, but that was enough to make the resemblance seem less like coincidence. He opened the cabin door and headed into the cabin, he set Jiyong down, and that's when he asked; “What's your name?” His tone was very serious now, which made Jiyong feel nervous for some reason. “Jiyong. Kwon Jiyong.”
Jiyong's eyes widened, he looked as if he'd seen a ghost. “How are you alive... I-I... I watched you die.” It hit Jiyong just then, like a switch magically flipping in his brain. The memories, flooding to his brain like a highlight reel. Seunghyun didn't seem familiar because of Deja Vu, or any odd coincidence, he seemed familiar because he was. It flashed through Jiyong's head.
How he met Seunghyun at a grocery store, laughing way too hard at a stupid joke about melons, their first date, when he moved in with Jiyong, when they got their '87 Honda Prelude, all of the small pecks, to the passionate make out sessions. He remembered the way his touch felt, the way he used to rustle through his hair.
When Jiyong got sick, when Seunghyun got his tattoo, when they rented this cabin. The ring that's hidden in the cabinet by the laundry room, the one that's just sat there, because Seunghyun never got the chance to use it.
Didn't have enough time left to propose to Jiyong. He even remembered the tears that ran down Seunghyun's face, during his last hour of life. How guilty he felt, leaving Seunghyun. He seemed so broken, and Jiyong didn't wanna leave his side, he never did.
This cabin must've been the destination he'd been wandering to the past three days. He never realized that he'd lived a life with such vivid colors. It's no wonder he didn't want to let it go. He'd rather be a cold ghost than move on without him. “I'm not alive, just sometimes... Sometimes dead doesn't mean gone.” wrapped his long arm around Jiyong and gave him the tightest squeeze. He wouldn't let go of Jiyong's tiny build, the endorphins that released from hugging him were so powerful.
His hand lightly petted Jiyong's head, as he pulled him as close to himself as possible, tears subtly streaming down his cheeks. “Please don't ever leave me again. I can't do this without you.” He gave him several scattered pecks, Jiyong felt so guilty for leaving Seunghyun that distraught, but felt so comfortable within his touch.
Jiyong leant in to kiss Seunghyun's thin lips, even after life, this is the closest to heaven that he's ever been. Their tongues lightly collided, and Seunghyun steered them towards the bedroom. He laid Jiyong down onto the soft blanket that laid atop the queen mattress that hasn't been used in years. Even after death, Jiyong still felt delicate, like a porcelain doll that Seunghyun always felt scared to break.
This time his skin was more supple, more cold and inhuman, but it felt like ecstasy just to touch.
He began to unbutton Jiyong's cold blouse, his hands trembling a bit from the bits of frost scattered around the shirt. Once he got it off, he could see more of Jiyong's paper white skin, starkly contrasting his natural melanin. His skin was so light that it made his pokey pink nipples stand out in contrast, Seunghyun knew that his nipples were more sensitive than most, that's why he loved making him go wild just from playing with them.
He licked stripes around one, his long fingers creeping up and grabbing the other. As he began to suck, he could hear Jiyong start to moan. The noises that came out of the ghostly boy were as lewd as ever, but it didn't take much, because as Seunghyun's mouth put in the work to make this feel as good as possible, Jiyong's moans became louder and his insatiable lust caused him to orgasm after only a little Seunghyun began.
“Oh fuck! Seunghyun that feels so amazing.” He screamed out as his cock squirted through his translucent white pants. Seunghyun smirked, taking pride in how quickly Jiyong succumbed to his hormones. He knew how much power he had over Jiyong's body, knew how attracted him he was. “You're even more sensitive than before.”
Seunghyun pulled his pants down and noticed his cock was still hard, that's when he realized that Jiyong, in his ghostly form, had no refraction time. Seunghyun could make him cum as many times as he wanted and Jiyong would still be able to cum again, this realization changed Seunghyun's perspective. His new goal was to get Jiyong off as many times as he could.
He wrapped his attractive fingers around Jiyong's cock and started stroking, the reaction he got out of Jiyong was so satisfying. His eyes lit up and he threw his head back, God, he was so pretty, even prettier than Seunghyun remembered. He must've been blessed by Aphrodite in his afterlife, for he was the most ethereal thing that Seunghyun had ever seen. His pace was so frustratingly slow, Jiyong felt like he was going to lose his mind.
“Please, faster, please.” He cried out in desperation, practically desperate. “You like?” He teased with an evil smirk. “Yes, fuck yes!” He then fastened his pace to an almost inhuman speed, making tears roll down Jiyong's face. My god, what a view it was. “Seunghyun, I'm gonna cum so hard.” He sobbed out, before his orgasm hit him once again, his cock squirting all over Seunghyun's massive hand.
Seunghyun was definitely making up for lost time, he didn't know whether it was morbid curiosity or habit that made him lick up the semen off of his hand, but oddly enough it tasted the same. Everything about this was strange, but that was alright. Seunghyun wasn't gonna complain about a single thing, this was a dream scenario.
Jiyong was a mess, why would a ghost need to sweat? He wasn't sure. But the glisten it gave his skin was so pretty, he was so pretty. Lied there as if things never changed, as if nothing ever happened. He could feel his dick twitch, what a sight for sore eyes.
“B-Baby, I need you so badly, please…” He whimpered, his hormones were running wild, even if he didn't have a beating heart. “I'll give you the world Princess, I'll do anything you want as long as you never have to go back in the ground.” He got up and opened a drawer of the nightstand by the bed, and grabbed some – likely expired – lubricant. “I'm still in the ground, Seunghyun. My body is rotting.” Seunghyun felt a pang in his chest, everything got too real for him when he heard that.
It was a bitter reminder that no matter what, Jiyong was still – technically – dead. Jiyong took notice to how he had stopped in his tracks, he could tell he shouldn't have said that. Could see how much it affected Seunghyun. “Baby... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad.” He turned around and walked back towards the bed. “I could never be sad in your presence.” He leant in for another kiss, it was surprisingly that Jiyong's mouth was so warm, yet his hands were so cold.
Seunghyun shivered a bit when he felt those same hands pulling his shirt off. Jiyong loved his big arms, his masculine energy made him gush on occasion. He would've kept wandering until the end of time had he not regained his memory, and now he was in paradise. Seunghyun's eyes looked like a doting puppy, loyal to whatever Jiyong pleased.
His stick thin hands tussled with Seunghyun's belt buckle, but they trembled at the weight of it. He'd never been strong, he was always weaker than most even before he got sick.
Seunghyun took his pants off himself, it really felt like things were back to the way they always were. He'd always have to do things for Jiyong because he was so weak. He stared at Seunghyun with eager anticipation, until he saw his long, fat cock. It was standing up for him once again.
He wanted his cock so bad, missed the feeling of being filled to the brim. Missed the warmth, the liveliness. And his cock was so fucking big, it sometimes felt like he could hardly breathe, so stuffed by the length. “Do you need me to prep you?” Jiyong shook his head, he didn't wanna wait a single second, and didn't think it would matter, since his physical body was long gone anyways. It wouldn't matter in this form.
Seunghyun squirted some lube onto his long cock and grabbed Jiyong's legs, his hands almost wrapping entirely around his skinny thighs, and aligned himself with his pretty pink hole. He slowly entered, not wanting to hurt Jiyong, even if it couldn't do any harm to him. It felt different for Jiyong, better, even. There was less pain in being stretch, instead it was only that euphoric feeling without any downside.
Seunghyun stayed still for a minute, until he heard Jiyong say; “You can move.” He could tell by Jiyong's expression that there was no pain, he could read his face like a book.
He began thrusting at a steady pace, his moans sent chills down Seunghyun's spine, he sounded like a siren, that combined with the pleasure of feeling his tightness around him was otherworldly.
He wanted to do anything to make Jiyong continue to moan like that, the thought of Jiyong feeling so much pleasure from him, feeling so turned on by him, drove Seunghyun crazy.
The thought that someone so ethereal could love him so fucking much that even death couldn't do them part, he thought he was the unluckiest man in the world, having to lose someone so incredible. But he was actually the luckiest.
What they never mention with ghosts, is that not having to waste time with organs and the traditional idea of a functional body, it just makes your emotions heightened, lowers your pain levels, and makes everything feel better.
The feeling that Jiyong had, just from Seunghyun thrusting at a medium pace, was what he'd get when Seunghyun would vigorously pound his G-spot in his human body.
Seunghyun sped up his pace, and as he pounded harder, something happened. He hit Jiyong's prostate directly, causing him to cum immediately, he let out an almost blood curdling scream. The satisfaction was better than anything he'd ever felt in his life, but it didn't end there, Seunghyun just kept hitting it over and over. There was no way he wasn't going to take advantage of Jiyong's zero refraction time.
As he kept thrusting, he got closer and closer to his own orgasm. Jiyong just felt so perfect, tight and warm and wet, ugh, it drove him wild. “Seunghyun, I'm gonna cum again.” Jiyong whined, “Me too, Princess.” His voice said in a grunt. Their moans were simultaneous and so were their orgasms.
Seunghyun was seeing stars, he'd never thought he'd feel Jiyong's amazing physique again, but here he was, spilling his load into a ghostly body while his pretty little dick squirted everywhere.
Even after the fourth time, Jiyong really looked good when he came, what a sight to behold. Seunghyun pulled out and laid beside Jiyong mildly breathless. He couldn't stop staring, it still felt unbelievable to him. Jiyong rolled over and cuddled into his chest, a feeling that Seunghyun missed more than air.
“I don't ever have to leave you again, we can just be one forever, and nobody even has to know that I'm here.” Seunghyun kissed his forehead, “I'll never live a life without you again, I would rather die happy than live a life of despair. I'll follow you everywhere, I’d follow you anywhere.”
The morning came around and the sun was blaring through the window, it was a bit blinding. Seunghyun's eyes took a minute to adjust, when he saw Jiyong snuggled into his side, and realized that he'd been holding him through the night, that was confirmation that everything he remembered wasn't a lucid dream, but some sort of surrealist reality.
He leant down and kissed his forehead, causing Jiyong to look up at him with enamored eyes. He was never asleep, he didn't need to. He simply mimicked what he remembered from when he did need sleep, and it wasn't something that Seunghyun noticed since he fell asleep very quickly. It was something that Jiyong used to tease him about, how go to sleep the minute he could hit his pillow, Jiyong didn't even understand how it was possible.
“Goodmorning, Angel.” The way the sun hit his skin, his white hair glistening in the backlighting, it was easy to believe that he was one. Jiyong gleamed satisfyingly, “Morning, sleepyhead.” He cooed, “I waited so long for you wake up.” He snuck up to give Seunghyun a kiss, his lips were dry and a bit chapped from the winter air, yet he loved that rugged feeling of when they were pressed against his. “Well then, I'm sorry I kept you waiting, that was not very gentlemanly of me.”
Jiyong stroked his face gently, admiring his handsome features. He let out a little giggle, “You're a cutie.” Seunghyun smiled, but there was a somber tone to his expression, it was a bit cathartic, for him. “It's been so long since I've seen you laugh.” He said, bittersweetly. “How long has it been?” Jiyong's curiosity piqued, he had a general idea, but he couldn't be too sure. Everything became a blur once he got sick. “6 years...”
Jiyong's eyes widened, “Shit... I'm so sorry...” Even when having a general idea of the dates, hearing that number really contextualized Seunghyun's sense of urgency, if he were a little clingy, it'd been for valid reason. “It's not your fault that you were dying... My family keeps telling me I need to move on, they say I've been living with your ghost, because I haven't gotten rid of any of your things. The truth is, I wish I'd been living with your ghost sooner. I was completely hopeless when I came down here, I thought this was the end of the line for me. I can't tell you what would've happened if I'd not found you.”
Jiyong could somehow feel a pit form in his chest, Seunghyun's words really had an effect on him. It genuinely hurt to think about how Seunghyun felt, the pain he experienced when Jiyong couldn't do anything about it, nobody there to comfort him, to be there when he needed it most. And after 6 years, 6 years, the thought never crossed his mind to give even a passing glance to another.
He wanted to cry, he couldn't stop picturing Seunghyun's despair. It shattered his heart, the scenarios running through his mind. And the worst part is, he couldn't quite remember where he was in those 6 years. He was sure there was an afterlife, sure that where he was located at was divine. But, it'd all been wiped from his memory before his spirit was sent back to earth. He couldn't give Seunghyun a solid answer to make him feel better, sugarcoat a place he can't remember.
But, he also knew he wasn't meant to, Seunghyun would've just felt guilty for dragging him back down to earth because of his own feelings, even if that couldn't be further from the truth. Suddenly, something came to mind that he felt the need to voice, something that he knew, deep down, was true. “I think that you're my personal heaven… Maybe at first, I wasn't ready. Maybe we weren't ready. But I think that, this is the happiest I'll ever feel. And that's what heaven is. Heaven is where your heart belongs.”
Seunghyun pulled Jiyong in tight, not loosening his grip on the ghost for a single moment. That's exactly what he needed to hear, everything felt less temporary now. It was less momentary, and more constant. Yet, he didn't wanna waste a single second even if their love was eternal. Even eternity wasn't enough time with Jiyong for him, the fulfillment he felt around Jiyong wasn't comparable to anything. It was his reason for breathing.
“I... Love you, so much.” He whispered into his pointed ear, the one that made Seunghyun approach him first, start a conversation with him at that tiny grocery store that got shut down only a few years after. They were grabbing for the same carton of milk and bumped into each other, and Seunghyun made a comment about how his ear made him look like a faerie, his observation charmed Jiyong so much that he gave Seunghyun his number. Every time Seunghyun saw his ear, it brought him back to that moment. “I love you too.” Jiyong replied softly
They just lied there for a while, enjoying each other's company without any interruption. It was so comfortable, the way their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. It was after that when Jiyong started kissing his bare chest, his skin tasted so sweet that it was difficult to keep himself from wanting to taste every inch. He made his way lower and got under their blankets. Seunghyun still had his morning wood, standing tall and twitching in Jiyong's presence.
He licked a stripe along the base, giving the end a little suckle. Hearing Seunghyun let out a soft grunt was enough to let Jiyong know he on the right path. He slowly brought his head down until he reached the base. His mouth was so warm, and just like usual, there was no gag reflex to worry about.
Seunghyun deserved this, after all he'd gone through, he deserved to be treated. The sheer size of his cock made things more difficult, but it was no problem for Jiyong, he could take it. He had before. He remembered the first time he sucked Seunghyun off, his voice was scratchy for a week. After a couple of times, his throat got used to it, and he never lost his voice again.
He knew exactly what to do to push Seunghyun's buttons, and he did just that. He started bobbing his head painfully slow, it was driving Seunghyun insane. “Go faster, babe.” He said in a groan. But Jiyong didn't, he kept at a steady pace and did not speed up at all, just his way of teasing his lover. “Please, go faster.” He whined. This time, he did, a lot faster. It gave Seunghyun whiplash.
Oh, he was good. It was so euphoric, his wet mouth wrapped around his cock, it felt incredible. He was so turned on in that moment, so deeply aroused by even the lightest graze. The speed that he was going at, the way he deep throated him with no challenge. He couldn't stay like this much longer.
He really knew his body like the back of his hand, they were always a very sexually active couple, and their compatibility made them closer. They didn't just fuck, they made love. They made love so frequently, so carelessly. Sometimes it was messy, sometimes it was attentive. But they always knew what their bodies needed.
“Princess, I'm gonna cum.” He expressed breathlessly, Jiyong kept going, which he knew meant it was okay to cum in his mouth. That aroused him even more, the idea of filling his pretty mouth up with his seed, fuck, it was so attractive. He let out a bit of a moan, Jiyong milking him dry as he finished. He wondered what would happen if swallowed, he had no need to eat, he had no organs, he figured nothing would happen after deduction, and he wasn't wrong.
Having his cum inside of him was always such a bonding experience, it was as if he'd become more of a part of Jiyong every time. With emotions running high, Jiyong knew he needed to unwind like that, knew he needed the care. “Hey, can I show you something?” Seunghyun asked inconspicuously, “Sure.” Jiyong nodded and obliged.
Seunghyun made his way to a small cupboard in the laundry room, he opened it up and grabbed out a box of fabric softener sheets. Jiyong already knew what he had in store, but he wanted to feign surprise. Inside of the box was another box, a ring box. Seunghyun opened it up, and inside was a beautifully crafted engagement ring with detailed engravings, and a big ruby placed in the center. Jiyong knew about it, but he never actually seen it.
“That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen…” Jiyong uttered breathlessly, “Is it too late to make things official?” Seunghyun smiled, and Jiyong rushed in to hug him. “Of course not! We don't have to ever be separated.” He gave a kiss to his neck, he height difference became prevalent when they stood his. He leaned over and whispered one simple message in his ear, “You're my masterpiece.”
Jiyong paced around nervously, he knew he shouldn't have felt so nervous about Seunghyun leaving, but he couldn't help it. Thoughts raced through his mind, what if Seunghyun wasn't able to see him after he came back? What if something happened to him and Jiyong was stuck on earth, wandering as his lover ascended to another plane? All these superfluous ‘what-ifs.’
He needed to get his mind off of this, needed to focus on something to make himself stop overthinking. He remembered they had a VCR here, Seunghyun's uncle was kind enough to give it to him when he inherited the cabin. It was a couple years older than their one at home, but it worked well and that's all that mattered. He checked in their TV stand's cabinet to see what movies they had at this place.
He figured it couldn't have been many, because they'd usually just rent a movie if they were wanting to see something when they stayed here. Luckily, there was one movie, it was one of Jiyong's favorites when he was alive. The movie 'Ghost' starring Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore, ironically enough. He remembered going to see it in the theater with Seunghyun for the first time, how much he had cried at the ending.
Seunghyun never understood why Patrick Swayze's character couldn't have just stayed with her as a ghost, Jiyong urged him to know that the fact that the ending was bittersweet reinforced the beauty of it, that you can't have your cake and eat it too, that life is short and that's what makes it so special. These conversations would go on for a while, but he could never convince Seunghyun to agree. How ironic his sentiments grew to be.
It'd been so long since he'd sat down and watched a movie, it was nice. Just relaxing and zoning off on a movie was a human luxury that he'd never realized how much he'd taken for granted. It made him kind of sad to think about, the movie came out to VHS right before he died. He remembered his family at the hospital with him on Christmas, Seunghyun got him this movie on VHS the day it'd came out. Along with a plethora of other gifts which stacked way too high.
He knew Seunghyun bought more that year because, even as optimistic as he'd wanted to be, he knew that would be his last Christmas with a mortal Jiyong. He shouldn't think too much about this too much, it made him feel things he didn't quite understand. It was nice to be able to get comfortable without nodding out and falling asleep, he hated that about mortality.
The thing about this day that was also nerve wracking was that Seunghyun was moving out of their old apartment, it was a bit of a mourning period for him. All of the memories they'd had in that place, all the late night snacks, the laughter, the excessive kissing. It was the last place he lived in, truly lived in. Unfortunately, Seunghyun's finances took a big hit when Jiyong passed away.
Jiyong's income was very helpful to stay afloat, and with his medical bills and the cost of the funeral on top of that, Seunghyun fell deeper and deeper into financial hardship. There's no way that he could keep up with rent at their old place and taxes here, but the taxes at the cabin his grandfather passed down to him were a smaller amount, and added with the fact that they rented at the other place. It made the most sense to stay here.
It frustrated Jiyong because he couldn't just go with Seunghyun, there were too many variables, but someone seeing him was the most present threat. There was no way to explain this to anyone, nobody would understand the subtleties of this. He just knew he'd feel so relieved when Seunghyun got home, and right as his impatience and anticipation peaked, he heard the cabin door unlocking.
He ran over to the door excitedly before it could even open, and after what felt like a century, the door finally swung open. Seunghyun was holding a plethora of bags on his way in, he set them down by the door just to get them out of his hands. “The rest of the bags are in the car, wait here while I get them.” He told Jiyong. “Wait–” Seunghyun stopped in his tracks at command, and Jiyong brought him in for a tight hug. “I missed you so much.” He nearly whined, and Seunghyun gave him a kiss on the forehead. “I missed you too.”
He let go and walked back to the car, and Jiyong trailed behind him like a loyal puppy. “You shouldn't be walking on the ground barefoot, you could really hurt yourself.” Seunghyun warned, almost out of habit. It was in his nature to be protective of Jiyong. “Baby, I won't hurt myself and I think you know that. You don't have to worry about me for a minute anymore, the worst thing that could possibly happen already has.”
It was so strange whenever the realization came back to him, it gave him such mixed emotions. The relief of him being around again, yet the recent memory depression he fell into after Jiyong's untimely passing. He tried not to dwell on it too much, the worst of it was over, and he felt happier than he had in years. “I still would rather you wear something out here.” He pouted a bit, causing Jiyong to let out a big sigh. “Fine, do you have my slippers?”
Seunghyun dug around the back seat, only to retrieve a pair of fluffy pastel pink slippers that had hard bottoms, they were the only pair of slippers that Jiyong liked, the others felt... Wrong. Whether they lacked proper cushion, or had a weird tag in the heal, or had scratchy faux fur, he found himself only able to wear this pair comfortably.
He put them on, and the feeling was the same as ever. It was definitely much more comfortable than walking barefoot across the dirt. “Okay, maybe you were right.” He admitted, begrudgingly. “I know I was, you can't feel pleasure without at least a little bit pain.” He gave a slight teasing smirk. Then returned to grabbing a huge box out of the backseat, as he carried it in, Jiyong picked up all of the loose miscellaneous items that fell on the floorboard.
It was a way that he could help, since he was far too weak to carry any of the boxes. It only took a couple of minutes for him and Seunghyun to get everything inside, after all of that, Seunghyun closed the trunk and locked the doors. They made their way back inside, and now it was time to go through all of the boxes. Jiyong seemed a little disappointed, that he had to figure out where to put everything instead of being able to just bask in Seunghyun's presence. He honestly didn't know how Seunghyun managed, all of those years without him and, in a way, he still waited.
Unpacking wouldn't be too bad, though, because at least he could do it with Seunghyun. Maybe he was too clingy, but life is short, and if anyone knew that, it'd be Jiyong. “Hey, you remember when we got this?” Seunghyun held up a more sexualized edition of a French maid dress, Jiyong giggled out of embarrassment, remembering when they stepped into that seedy shop, his face got beet red, but Seunghyun assured him he wouldn't regret it. And he certainly didn't.
The night they had with the different items they purchased was incredible, yet it still made him shy to recall. “You wanna try it on? I'd like to see you in something pretty.” He handed him the lingerie. Jiyong unzipped the back of it and stripped himself of his white clothes, he slipped into the short, ruffled dress, and got it on as well as he could, but he couldn't zip it up in the back.
“Hey, is there any way you could zip me up?” And Seunghyun's abnormally large hands took ahold of Jiyong's small waist and pulled him closer, his hand took up a majority of the space whenever he placed it there. And Jiyong enjoyed it, a bit too much he might say. Loved when Seunghyun let out his rugged masculine energy, when he felt like an out of control damsel being told what to do. He zipped up the back of the dress with ease, Jiyong felt a bit excited by it. The way he just barely manhandled him, Seunghyun knew that got him riled up.
“Now turn around.” He ordered, Jiyong did, and what a sight it was. He looked so precious in a dress, just like a doll. The skirt was dangerously short, he felt like, if he did any slight movement, Seunghyun would be able to see everything. The top was low cut, so Seunghyun could get a clear view of his milky white collarbone. Even without the knee high stockings, it was still so perfect. What a sight for sore eyes, the way the dress accentuated his curves, his body was a piece of art.
“Fuck...” Seunghyun muttered under his breath, making Jiyong feel even more timid. He could feel Seunghyun's eyes devouring him, and he enjoyed it more than he was willing to admit. He twirled around a little bit, appreciating how pretty the dress made him feel. “Do you like it?” He asked, knowing the answer just by Seunghyun's expression. “Of course I do, you're... Devine.” His eyes wide as if there were stars shining in them as he stared at Jiyong.
The blush that arose to Jiyong's face was so cute, he never got too shy during most of their far too frequent lovemaking sessions, but when he got dressed up in a little skirt for Seunghyun, he always became bashful. It was a bit too enjoyable for him, the way that Seunghyun gazed at him, the way that the shape of the dress highlighted his thin figure, it was far too pleasing for him.
“Come here, babygirl.” Seunghyun declared, to which Jiyong sheepishly obliged. He grabbed him by the hips and arranged him to sit atop his lap. “I want you so bad right now.” He whispered in the ghost's ear. “Then take me.” Jiyong replied with a teasing chuckle. “Don't mind if I do.” He laid Jiyong down on the hardwood floor and began to finger his – already lubricated – hole. Jiyong let out a tiny whimper.
The way that his lanky fingers curled inside of him, he could feel it throughout his whole body. The relentlessness of it, it was otherworldly. “You like that, pretty girl? You like being full just from my fingers? You act like a slut, but you feel like a virgin.” Jiyong moaned, it turned him on so much to hear Seunghyun talk about him like that. The 180 he did from constantly showering Jiyong with adoration during their daily lives, and uttering the filthiest of obscenities in their bedroom, never failed to surprise him.
“N-Need your cock, so bad.” He cried out, his face displayed such desperation, his eyes were so hungry – so pleading. The fact that Seunghyun found him so desirable, it was so affirming, knowing a man as handsome as him could feel such a way towards Jiyong. He felt so attractive, felt so shy about how much being in his miniskirt, and being treated like a princess, turned him on.
He pounded harder, until his fingers were in just the right position, making Jiyong scream out and throw his head straight back. “This feels so good- G-Gonna cum...” Unable to control himself, he shot out his biggest load, he couldn't help but feel so horny for Seunghyun in this moment. He looked Seunghyun in the as he finished, making eye contact with the longer haired male. Aging made him so much more attractive, as a young man he was cute, but over 12 years he'd developed a more mature and pensive look, that Jiyong found unimaginably handsome.
His 30s really hit him in a way that made Jiyong indescribably good-looking. “S-Seunghyun, s-so good.” He was in a state of euphoria, like he was floating in space. He pulled his fingers out, and Jiyong whined at the loss. “You want me to fuck you now?” Seunghyun said blatantly. “Please!” Jiyong moaned.
He complied, unzipping his pants and pulling out his fat cock. He loved spoiling Jiyong rotten and giving him everything he wanted. He slowly inserted himself, but started to gradually pick up the pace of his thrusts. Jiyong was so tight, Seunghyun wasn't kidding when he said he felt like a virgin, because it'd be unusual for someone to feel so snug around him after losing their virginity.
Maybe he was going delirious at this point, since he was so used to Jiyong's body, and it'd been so long since he'd been with anyone else. One time was too much, a thousand times was never enough. He was too addicted to Jiyong's body that he couldn't give a passing thought to anyone else, ever since the day he met him, everyone else became a background character, the outside world was irrelevant, because his world was Jiyong.
His thrusts were rough and concentrated, Jiyong could feel his eyes water as he got pounded. He could feel Seunghyun looking at him as if he could devour him, and the ghost was drunk on the affection he was receiving, shock waves sent to his body went Seunghyun hit his prostate with vigor. If Jiyong were a gun, that was his trigger, he would shoot on command like his safety was off every time Seunghyun pounded his G-spot just right.
“I'm gonna cum again.” He muttered lowly, “Then go ahead.” He let go, and it felt so incredible. He was in ecstasy, every part of his body tingled from pleasure. “Fuck! Seunghyun!” He screamed out, whining do to the absolutely overstimulation he felt. Seunghyun knew he was getting close just from the little show he put on, his thrusts became sloppier, and after a couple of times, he shot his warm load into Jiyong.
He stayed there for a second, making sure he stayed inside of Jiyong until he was milked dry, then he pulled out and zipped his pants up. Jiyong laid there – breathlessly – while Seunghyun admired the view, he'd made a mess of Jiyong, and that made satisfied.
“I just remembered we have to put all of this away.” Jiyong's chest noticeably moved up and down, as he panted heavily. “Shit...” Seunghyun muttered. He grabbed ahold of the effeminate ghost and unzipped his dress, he stripped Jiyong of his cum stained outfit, but didn't hand him his all-white apparel. He thought it was too cold for that, not to mention that he's been wearing that nonstop for the past weekend.
Instead, he dug around a box, looking for something specific. After rustling through the cardboard box, he grabbed out a soft pink pair of pajamas. The fuzz on them was always very comfortable on Jiyong's skin, he knew that's why they were his favorite. He unbuttoned the top and slid them on his thin arms, buttoning them back up afterwards. He then had Jiyong lift his leg to get each pant leg on, and gently pulled them up.
Jiyong loved getting the princess treatment, even if he'd never say that, it made him feel so cared for. Knowing there was someone who worried about him, even now, he knew he was loved. He took ahold of Jiyong's hand and gave him a peck, making him titter.
“You wanna help me put this away or you wanna continue being a succubus?” That made him laugh, he couldn't believe Seunghyun sometimes. “If anything that was your fault and I think you know that, but yes I will help you unpack.” He told him with a genuine smile, what Jiyong was, he was so enamored.
Seunghyun would never know the face of sorrow again, even in death his love had still made way for them. Nothing would ever separate them again, not as long as this place stayed their personal heaven.