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“‘Hyunjin is mine,’ hm?”
Hyunjin is propped up on the bed while Chan rubs at his hair with a towel, still wet from the shower. Chan gives him a sheepish look, his dimple flashing on his face. He makes sure to neatly fold the towel before joining Hyunjin on the bed.
Hyunjin looks so soft, his skin glowing beneath the soft lamp light. Chan rolls him onto his back, moving to straddle his thighs. His grin is impish. “Just in case STAY needed a reminder of who you belong to.”
Hyunjin’s hands slide up his bare chest, resting flat on his pecs. He gives Chan a heated look under heavy lidded eyes. “Oh? Maybe you should remind me, too.”
Chan tilts his chin up, his thumb pressing against Hyunjin's plump lower lip. His tongue darts out teasingly, just grazing Chan's finger. Chan leans in to brush their lips together.
“Mine,” he murmurs against Hyunjin's mouth. His kisses are soft, innocent for now. He mouths along Hyunjin’s jaw line, the other man arching his head back for easier access. Chan noses against the silver hoops at his ear, the ones he bought as a birthday present years ago but Hyunjin still wears. He can’t help but dote on Hyunjin, hands over his credit card without a second thought when Hyunjin turns to him with doe eyes.
Chan presses his lips against the delicate shell of his ear, nips at the lobe. The ghost of his breath draws a shiver from Hyunjin as he whispers, “You belong to me.”
The truth is, he belongs to Hyunjin just as much as Hyunjin is his. Hyunjin has his entire heart; has since the moment they met. Hyunjin is the one who he goes to on his best days and his worst days, the one he goes to for advice or to talk things through. Chan has found a partnership with him, deeper than any relationship he's had before.
Hyunjin’s hands cup his jaw, bring him back in for a kiss. Harder, his lips parting to let Chan lick inside of his mouth. He tastes like toothpaste, minty and sweet. Hyunjin makes the softest sounds, little high-pitched whines in the back of his throat as he pulls Chan tighter against him. His bare chest meets the fabric of Hyunjin’s oversized band tee, the cloth thin and soft from years of washing. Chan’s hand slips under it easily, exposing the flat plane of his stomach to the chilly air of the bedroom. He pulls away so he can slip the shirt over Hyunjin’s head.
He’s met with an expanse of pale skin pulled tight over sinewy muscles. When he meets Hyunjin’s eyes, they’re dark, pupils blown wide with desire. Chan always has to fight against the part of himself that feels guilty for doing this as his leader, but his will is weak when it comes to Hyunjin and what he wants. The thought is pushed from his mind as quickly as it appears when Hyunjin’s hands tug at the waistband of his sweatpants.
Chan shimmies out of his sweats, settling back in between Hyunjin’s spread thighs. His fingertips tease the curve of his shoulders, the dip of his collarbones, down to the tiny brown buds of his chest. Hyunjin arches into his touch as he rolls one between his fingers, leaning down to scrape his teeth gently against the other.
“Ahh,” he gasps, hands gripping at Chan’s shoulders. It spurs Chan on, nipping and lapping his tongue against Hyunjin’s nipples until they’re puffy and pink. He presses open-mouthed kisses against the ridges of his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his pants.
“Mine,” he whispers against the mole that sits to the right of Hyunjin’s belly button. It has Hyunjin scraping his nails against his shoulder blades, trying to pull Chan closer. He kisses the beauty mark softly before sitting back to pull the sweatpants and briefs down Hyunjin’s long legs. His hard cock slaps against his stomach as Chan tugs down his waistband.
“Chan,” Hyunjin’s voice comes out in a rush of air. He’s spread out for Chan, laid bare for him to take, do as he wishes; he knows Hyunjin would let him. “More—please.”
He puts his hands on Hyunjin’s knees, slides his thighs apart to move between them. The skin at the inside of Hyunjin’s legs is so soft; he can’t resist putting his mouth on it, sucking red marks into the milky skin where no one will see but him.
Chan hooks one arm under Hyunjin’s thigh, holding him still as he marks a spot where it connects to his pelvis. “No one gets to see you like this but me.”
Hyunjin shudders; Chan can feel the muscles in his leg shifting as he writhes against the bed restlessly below him. Chan has barely touched him but his voice is breathless as he nods, “Just you.”
Heat floods Chan’s body, feels the flush of desire rise to his cheeks and ears. He wishes he could leave his marks on Hyunjin for everyone to see, would suck love bites into the smooth skin of his long neck so that he couldn’t deny he belonged to Chan. Instead, he leaves them where only they will see; knows Hyunjin will admire them in the mirror, will press his fingertips against them as a reminder of the way Chan touched him.
Chan presses a kiss to the tip of Hyunjin’s cock, his tongue lapping at the salty beads of precum there. Hyunjin moans above him, his leg curling around him to rest his heel against Chan’s muscled back. He’s surrounded by Hyunjin, the scent of him musky and floral and intoxicating. Hyunjin flexes, urges him closer to where he wants him. With a duck of his head, Chan licks Hyunjin from the base of his cock to the pretty pink tip. He takes just the head into his mouth, sucking gently and drawing soft moans from his boyfriend.
“Please,” Hyunjin nearly whines. “More…”
Chan can feel his own erection throbbing where it’s pressed against the mattress as Hyunjin begs for him. He could spend all night worshipping Hyunjin’s body, knows the spots that have him moaning in pleasure, can wring multiple orgasms out of him with just his mouth or fingers. He wants to take his time, press kisses to every inch of Hyunjin’s body, feel him writhing beneath him. Wants to mark him as Chan’s.
He takes Hyunjin into his mouth, fist curling at the base as he sets a consistent rhythm. Hyunjin’s eyes are squeezed shut, breath coming in small pants. His hands card through Chan’s blonde hair, one stopping to cradle the back of his skull as he moves. Chan lets Hyunjin press against the back of his throat, swallowing around it. He can’t help but move his own hips against the bed, humming in pleasure and sending vibrations up Hyunjin’s length.
“Chan,” Hyunjin gasps, a warning, and Chan keeps the pace, sliding his mouth up and down Hyunjin’s cock. He feels Hyunjin’s body tense beneath him, as taut as a bow, stilling before uttering a gasping breath and spilling into Chan’s mouth. He’s salty on Chan’s tongue as he swallows his release. Hyunjin’s chest heaves as if he’s run a marathon. His eyes are open, unfocused somewhere on the ceiling.
Chan sits back, turns his head to kiss the bone of Hyunjin’s delicate ankle before letting his leg slip off his shoulder. He presses more against his toned stomach and flat sternum, the curve of his shoulder. Hyunjin cradles his face, pulls him closer to press their mouths together softly. His eyes shine in the lamp light, the prettiest flush staining his cheeks; Chan wants to file it away in his memory forever. Hyunjin gently tucks a piece of Chan’s hair behind his ear before reaching for the lube on the nightstand.
“Make me yours,” he says, as he presses the bottle into Chan’s hand. Chan surges forward, their mouths fit together in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t have to be told twice.
Chan slithers back down Hyunjin’s body, hands sliding up the backs of his thighs. He spreads Hyunjin’s cheeks, his hole fluttering as he feels the huff of Chan’s warm breath against him. Hyunjin’s stomach jumps, clenching in anticipation. Chan licks a broad stripe against his hole, teasing.
“Mine,” he murmurs against it, feels Hyunjin’s heels dig into the bed as he arches at an impossible angle, hears him keen in pleasure.
His words are garbled, hands tangled in Chan’s hair. “Nngh—-Chan—-”
Chan’s tongue traces circles around his entrance, and Hyunjin’s dick starts to show interest again, hardening against his abdomen. His legs quiver with pleasure; his breath falls from his trembling lips in little gasps.
Hyunjin's body shakes above him. Chan alternates broad swipes of his tongue and teasing circles against his rim. He licks until he can slip his tongue inside Hyunjin easily, a litany of moans raining down upon him. Chan’s tongue curls inside him, drawing a high-pitched keen from Hyunjin. “Chan—oh fuck—”
Chan's hands grip the backs of his thighs, holding him open as they try to close on instinct. “Stay,” he rasps and sits back to grab the lube he abandoned somewhere in the sheets. He slicks his fingers, pressing two inside Hyunjin with little resistance. Chan’s fingers move deftly, opening him up. He crooks them, searching for the spot that makes Hyunjin’s hips arch off the bed, seeking more blissful contact.
He can see the glistening beads of sweat at Hyunjin’s hairline, in the dip at the base of his throat. His eyes are closed tight, mouth slack as he breathes shallowly, shiny and pink from biting at his lips. He makes the smallest noises in the back of his throat each time Chan’s fingers rub against his prostate, arousal and overstimulation wrapped into delicious pleasure.
Hyunjin’s hips shift to adjust to the sensation as Chan slips three fingers into him. Chan can tell he’s getting impatient by the way he moves restlessly against the mattress, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets. He takes pity on Hyunjin, pulling away to slick himself with lube. He lines himself up at Hyunjin’s entrance, pushing in slowly until their hips are flush. Hyunjin’s legs hook around his waist, holding him there.
Their mouths meet. The smack of their lips and Hyunjin’s soft hums of contentment fill Chan’s ears in the silence of the room. He can feel Hyunjin's body surrender, relax into him. As they kiss, he arches into Chan, little movements of his hips. His forearms bracket Hyunjin’s head, surrounding him.
“Mine,” Chan whispers, presses their foreheads together.
“Yours,” Hyunjin breathes in agreement.
Chan's hips withdraw slightly then back push into him, just a gentle rock for now. Hyunjin clenches around him, legs squeezing his middle. Their breaths mingle, little hot puffs against Chan’s face. He ducks his head, nuzzles the soft spot below Hyunjin’s ear. “You're taking me so well, baby.”
Hyunjin flushes at his words, a rosy blush spreading high on his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. Chan enjoys watching Hyunjin squirm as he spouts filth about what he'd like to do to him, knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of him.
He’s warm and wet around Chan, the press of his inner walls tight. He angles his thrusts, searching for that spot inside Hyunjin, knowing exactly when he finds it as Hyunjin arches up against him, toes curling in pleasure. The sounds of their movements are wet, slick with lube that glistens on the insides of Hyunjin’s thighs. Hyunjin's hands scrabble at Chan's back, raising ten pink rows down his skin.
Hyunjin is so beautiful, sweat-slicked and lax against the sheets. His dark hair frames his head against the pillow. His eyes are deep pools of desire, pupils blown wide as he gazes up at Chan, adoring, trusting. The moment feels heavy in its intimacy. He can't help but press his lips to Hyunjin's again, more a shared gasping of air than an actual kiss.
Chan feels heat pool low in his stomach, building with each stroke inside Hyunjin. He chases the pleasure with each deep thrust, punctuated by the tiny ah-ah-ahs that fall from Hyunjin's lips. Chan's hands grip Hyunjin's waist, lifting him up to meet his movements, grinding deeper into him.
“Don't stop…I'm so–uhn…so close,” Hyunjin moans, his voice pitching into a breathy whine. Chan can feel his knuckles graze his abs as he strokes himself between their bodies. Chan obeys, keeps his rhythm consistent, making sure to angle his thrusts just so. He can feel Hyunjin tense beneath him, back arching, wetness spreading on their stomachs. He clenches around Chan, his walls gripping him tight, pushing Chan over the edge. Chan thrusts once, twice, spilling deep into Hyunjin. His hips stutter, rolling lazily through the aftershocks.
Hyunjin tilts his chin up and Chan meets him half way, pressing their lips together gently, a promise. He sighs sweetly into Chan's mouth, melting into the sheets.
“I love you,” Chan says softly. Then, softer, “I love that you're mine.”
“I know,” Hyunjin grins, the type of smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the edges and the dimple wrinkle in his cheek. “But you’re mine, too.” He presses a wet kiss to Chan's neck, makes his shoulders scrunch up towards his ears as he lets out an undignified squeal at the sensation.
Chan grabs Hyunjin’s jaw, placing sloppy, exaggerated kisses across his face, making Hyunjin crane his neck away. “Eww,” he drawls playfully.
“You love it,” Chan retorts, smacking a kiss on Hyunjin’s pouting bottom lip.
Hyunjin’s side eye is loud.
“I’m all sticky,” he complains, unhooking his legs from around Chan’s waist. “Shower with me?”
Chan pulls out, hissing with oversensitivity. He can’t help but stare at the way Hyunjin’s inner thighs glint with lube and cum, feels his body flush at the way Hyunjin is marked by him. Hyunjin pulls him in for kiss by the nape of his neck, smirking against his lips. “Save it for the shower.”
Showering together takes twice as long, their hands roaming, kisses lingering, but Chan finds he doesn’t mind. He changes the sheets while Hyunjin dries his hair and does his skincare, readying himself for bed. When Hyunjin climbs into bed beside him, Chan throws a leg over his hip, pulling him closer. Hyunjin nestles into his chest, hand at his waist. Chan presses a kiss against the top of his head. “Mine,” he whispers one last time.
“Love you,” Hyunjin murmurs sleepily, his eyelids already drooping heavily.
The racing thoughts that usually plague Chan’s mind are quiet tonight. His senses are filled with the scent of Hyunjin and the sound of his even breaths. He closes his eyes and lets sleep surround him in her warm embrace.