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sunghoon has his head pillowed on sunoo’s thigh and honestly he could stay here forever, which is a thought he’s had approximately seven hundred times in the past ten minutes but it’s true.
finals are finally over, thank fuck, because they’d spent the last two weeks barely seeing each other except in passing, stolen kisses between study sessions and maybe eight quickies total that were efficient and desperate and nowhere near enough time for what sunghoon actually wanted, which is this, exactly this, sunoo spread out in his bed wearing nothing but sunghoon’s black hoodie and looking soft and fucked out and perfect.
they’d already gone slow once, and then again because sunghoon can never really get enough when it comes to sunoo. they’d taken their time after weeks of rushed encounters, and now they’re clean and warm and sunghoon’s exactly where he wants to be, which is: settled between sunoo’s legs with his hand on sunoo’s thigh keeping him spread open.
“hi,” sunghoon says softly, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss right above sunoo’s clit. “hi, my pretty girl. i missed you so much.”
his fingers trace along sunoo’s cunt with this reverent careful touch, just feeling, reacquainting himself with familiar territory, and sunoo makes this flustered little sound above him. it’s beautiful, music to his fucking ears.
“how are you already—” sunoo starts, and his hand comes down to thread through sunghoon’s hair. “baby, we literally just finished.”
“i know,” sunghoon says, completely unbothered, presses another soft kiss to sunoo’s inner thigh. “but i haven’t had proper time with her in weeks. you know i need to say hello to my poor neglected girl.”
he goes back to gentle touches, thumb brushing over sunoo’s clit in a touch that’s more affectionate than arousing, and he’s just looking, really, he’s quite literally just appreciating the pink and the wet and the way sunoo’s already starting to respond despite having come twice already.
“just look how pretty you are,” sunghoon murmurs, and he’s definitely talking to sunoo’s pussy now, directly, face to face with it, fingers spreading him open just a little so he can see better. “prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, honest to god.”
sunoo shifts above him, thighs trying to close on instinct but sunghoon’s hand keeps him spread, and when sunghoon glances up sunoo’s face is flushed pink and his eyes are dark and curious.
“baby,” sunoo says, voice soft and questioning. “do you really like talking to my pussy?”
sunghoon looks at him like he’s grown two heads because what kind of question is that, of course he does, how is that even in doubt.
“of course,” he says immediately, turns his head to press a kiss to sunoo’s inner thigh before looking back at what’s between his legs. “she’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, my favorite girl, why wouldn’t i want to talk to her?”
“that’s—” sunoo starts, but sunghoon’s already going back to gentle exploration, fingers tracing every curve and crease like he’s trying to memorize them all over again.
“i’ve been going crazy,” sunghoon continues, completely earnest, leaning in to press a soft kiss right to sunoo’s entrance. “every time i was supposed to be studying i’d just sit there thinking about getting my mouth back on you, about how you taste, how soft you are.”
which is true, he’d bombed at least two exams because his brain had been completely occupied with thoughts of this exact scenario, sunoo spread out for him and letting sunghoon take his time, and he regrets nothing.
his tongue darts out to taste, just a quick lick from entrance to clit, and sunoo gasps above him, hips twitching.
“there she is,” sunghoon says happily, huffs out a laugh like sunoo’s body responding to him is some kind of personal victory. “still so responsive even after i already made her come, such a good little girl for me.”
he traces sunoo’s entrance with one finger, circling it slowly, and the way sunoo’s already getting wet again makes something warm and possessive curl in sunghoon’s chest. god. he could do this for hours on end and not get tired of it.
“you really are the best,” sunghoon murmurs, more to himself than to sunoo, dipping just the tip of his finger inside. “always so ready for me, it’s perfect.”
sunoo makes this breathless sound and his fingers tighten in sunghoon’s hair, not pulling, just holding, and sunghoon takes that as encouragement to keep going so he presses soft kisses all around sunoo’s clit, scattered and random, just indulging in the ability to touch like this without rushing, without checking the time, without having to be anywhere else.
“you’re being a little weird about this,” sunoo observes, voice already going breathy even though sunghoon’s barely doing anything.
“haven’t seen you properly in two weeks,” sunghoon says, like this explains everything, and he licks a slow stripe up sunoo’s slit that makes his thighs tremble. “need to make up for lost time, make sure she knows i haven’t forgotten about her.”
he seals his lips around sunoo’s clit and sucks gently, just enough pressure to make sunoo gasp, and his free hand slides up under the hoodie to rest on sunoo’s hip.
“fuck,” sunoo breathes, back arching slightly. “your mouth is— i can’t believe i went two weeks without this.”
sunghoon hums in agreement, the vibration making sunoo jerk, and he pulls back just enough to speak.
“criminal,” he agrees, going back to soft licks. “should be illegal to keep me away from my favorite pussy for that long.”
“your favorite pussy,” sunoo repeats, and there’s laughter in his voice now mixed with the breathlessness. “you have a ranking system now?”
“yeah,” sunghoon says simply, sliding one finger inside slow and easy. “yours is number one, nothing else even comes close.”
he adds a second finger and curls them just right, finding that spot that makes sunoo’s whole body shudder, and he keeps his tongue on sunoo’s clit, licking in time with the thrust of his fingers.
“look at her,” sunghoon murmurs between licks, completely fascinated. “taking my fingers so perfectly, getting all wet and swollen for me again already.”
sunoo’s walls clench around his fingers and he’s already slick, body responding even though he’s probably still sensitive from earlier, and sunghoon loves this, loves how sunoo’s body just wants more and more even when it should be done.
“been dreaming about this angle,” sunghoon admits, pulling his fingers out to trace around sunoo’s entrance instead. “about getting to just lay here with my head on your thigh and touch you however i want.”
he demonstrates by pressing soft kisses all around where his fingers just were, tongue occasionally darting out to taste, and sunoo makes this whimpering sound that goes straight to sunghoon’s cock.
“the last time we did this properly,” sunghoon continues, finger circling sunoo’s entrance again, “was that weekend before midterms started, remember?”
“barely,” sunoo gasps, hips rolling down seeking more pressure. “everything from the last month is just a stress blur.”
sunghoon remembers though, remembers spending an entire saturday in bed with sunoo, making him come over and over until he was crying and begging, and then the next week classes had started ramping up and suddenly there was no time for anything except cramming and caffeine.
“gonna make up for it now,” he promises, sliding two fingers back inside and curling them. “gonna remind you exactly how good i can make you feel when we’re not being rushed.”
his mouth goes back to sunoo’s clit, tongue working in slow, firm circles, and he can feel sunoo getting close again from the way his breathing has gone ragged and his thighs are starting to shake.
“attagirl,” sunghoon murmurs against slick flesh, referring to sunoo’s pussy of course and he can feel the way he clenches around his fingers when the words leave his mouth, knows sunoo enjoys this just as much as he does. “getting so worked up for me, squeezing around my fingers. yeah? you don’t want to let go, do you?”
“don’t wanna,” sunoo whimpers, hand in sunghoon’s hair pulling him closer. “feels too good, baby, don’t wanna stop.”
sunghoon’s heart does this painful squeeze thing because sunoo’s usually so composed, so in control, but right now he’s pliant and needy and letting sunghoon take care of him completely.
“you don’t have to stop,” sunghoon says, fingers moving faster now, tongue flicking rapid and precise. “gonna keep going until you can’t take anymore, gonna make you feel so good.”
and sunoo comes with this broken beautiful sound, body trembling and walls pulsing around sunghoon’s fingers, and sunghoon works him through it until the aftershocks fade and sunoo goes limp.
“okay,” sunoo breathes shakily. “okay you really need to— i can’t handle another one right now.”
sunghoon pulls his fingers out carefully and presses one last soft kiss to oversensitive flesh, making sunoo jerk and whimper, before settling his cheek back on sunoo’s thigh.
his hand goes right back to gentle touches though, fingers tracing idle patterns through the mess he’s made, and sunoo doesn’t stop him, just pets his hair and lets him.
“you’re a little crazy,” sunoo says fondly, and sunghoon shakes his head.
“i’m crazy for your pussy, yes,” he hums, completely unashamed, pressing yet another kiss to sunoo’s inner thigh. “and i really did miss her, missed getting to do this. missed seeing her blush for me, just look how pink she is.”
“she missed you too apparently,” sunoo says, and there’s amusement in his voice now. “couldn’t stop getting wet for you even after three orgasms.”
“because she’s perfect,” sunghoon says simply, like this is obvious. “my perfect responsive girl who always wants more.”
he traces around sunoo’s entrance again, gentle and exploring, and sunoo’s hips twitch but he doesn’t protest, just spreads his legs a little wider.
“we’ve got time now though,” sunghoon continues. “no more finals for months, can take all the time i want with you.”
“yeah,” sunoo agrees softly, fingers still gentle in sunghoon’s hair. “got all summer, baby.”
and sunghoon hums contentedly, settling more comfortably with his head on sunoo’s thigh, perfectly happy to stay exactly where he is.