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“You have to look out for the people around you, don’t you?”
His eyes darted to the ground as he tried to find maybe even the smallest crack in it that could offer him some reprieve from the gorgeous, ethereal being in front him whose gaze had glazed over, almost panting as he began to sweat.
Damn it. Really…
Seunghyun’s features scrunched together and met in the middle of his face. What was with that look on Yuta’s face?
I didn’t want to do this..
He took a brief pause and drew in a short, pained breath. With a quick exhale through his nose, Seunghyun’s back straightened stiffly. He brought his gaze back up again and coldly stared at Yuta before he took a few steps toward him. He raised the gun while doing so, using every joint and muscle from his hand all the way up to shoulder to keep himself from trembling, and pointed it towards the center of Yuta’s forehead.
"I, both inside and out, have become a complete whore."
Those words rang mercilessly against his skull to the most harrowing of tunes as they mocked him; it was no use trying to hold back anymore. Seunghyun felt the prickling reach his eyes as the tears welled up so quickly he couldn’t even see anymore. His jaw clenched and he was too slow to bite back the tremor in his lower lip.
This was it—the intense, heart-stopping moment to kill Kujo Yuta once and for all.
He could no longer bear the heavy weight of the thought. Seunghyun closed his eyes, ready to pull the trigger, but not before a choked sound erupted from his chest.
“CUT!!”
Everyone collectively sighed, letting out the strained breaths that they all seemingly held in together. A few of the extras casted nervous gazes toward the film crew worried that something might’ve ruined the shot, but everyone on set was even more relieved to see that the crew could hardly contain their excitement.
“Jesus, Seunghyun, that was incredible!” The director exclaimed.
Everyone on set cheered in relief—everyone except for Seunghyun. He hadn’t even opened his eyes again yet. Instead, his arm had fallen to his side while he used his other hand to shield his face.
“Okay!” The director clapped, “Let’s take a quick break so that we can review this. That crying wasn’t a part of the script, but I think we can make this work! Amazing job, Seunghyun—and everyone else so far!”
All that praise had fallen on deaf ears, though, and the only one who could tell—the only person who could ever be so intimately privy to his entire being—was Yuta.
+ + +
It was a wildly successful day of filming. There were minimal retakes needed, which helped move things along smoothly—so much so that the cast and crew were even able to wrap up and go home ahead of schedule.
From that moment on set until arriving home for the evening, Seunghyun was crying so much that Yuta had to drive, his comforting hand held tightly by the weeping one. He would’ve felt a lot more sorry about what Seunghyun was going through, but this was a very common occurrence that came up whenever the pair were required to share major screen time.
The actors had never met before working on the show together. Being the big names they are, they at least knew of each other’s names, but it wasn’t until the Pearl Boy finale was wrapping up when Seunghyun had been offered a major role in a new spin-off series for his character. With Yuta—a complete stranger to Seunghyun and vice versa—being cast as his leading love interest, the production team were a little wary about the decision, but any initial skepticism was immediately squashed once the pilot episode aired.
Not only did the show gain traction among Korean viewers, but it rapidly amassed positive reception, as well as great love for the couple themselves, across the entire world. The two main leads had a palpable chemistry that transcended mere satellite transmissions, and the fans tuned in to each new episode every weekend with pious devotion, as if Ignite the Dawn was their own church, and Seungyu—their combined names declared by various social media platforms—were the precious deities they prayed to.
And it didn’t take long at all for the couple to pursue an off-screen relationship as well.
Filming a TV show as intense as Ignite the Dawn was both emotionally taxing and physically draining—Yuta probably knew that better than any of his fellow cast members. He had plenty of his own days following particularly difficult shoots involving gore or non-consenting sexual scenes where he needed to cry in Seunghyun’s strong, loving arms. Seunghyun wouldn’t dare let Yuta anguish of that stress on his own for even a microsecond, and that would make Yuta cry even harder.
So, naturally, Yuta easily understood his lover with full clarity, too. Seunghyun was a rather empathetic man—even if his appearance and demeanor didn’t come off that way—so if he had to stare down the barrel of even a fake gun pointed straight at his own lover then, by God, it was going to spiral him into a pit of despair.
More towards the beginning of filming their shared scenes together, their routine end-of-day debriefing always followed a similar pattern: “It’s just a TV show, you big goof, and we’re just acting it all out. You know none of this is actually real!”
“I know, I know, I just… I love you so much, yeobo.”
It had become repetitive and unproductive, though, so after a while the only forms of conversation the two sought refuge in were the ones that came wordlessly from their bodies. It wasn’t only sex that provided this sort of communication, either; sometimes, all it took was a warm and gentle embrace, a chaste kiss along the skin, a deep and grounding nuzzle into the other’s natural scent that shouted so fiercefully: Feel for yourself just how real this is, my love. Feel how real we are to each other.
Yuta couldn’t help the deep throbbing in his chest that pulled not only at the comedy he found in his partner’s emotions, but also the reverence he held when he was shown time and time again just how unabashedly he could be loved by Baek Seunghyun. So, with no hesitation, Yuta, too, did not hesitate to become the anchor Seunghyun needed when everything felt like too much.
He fed Tora right away when they walked inside the house. Then, Seunghyun helped cook a simple yet delicious dinner, and although Seunghyun was stewing in his botheredness, the couple ate in a comfortable silence. They cleaned up the kitchen together—not without Seunghyun stealing small kisses or grazing his hand along Yuta’s waist and back whenever he brushed past him—and, finally, the small family of three could cuddle up on the couch together in peace to round out the night.
Seunghyun was reclined across the chaise-end of the couch with Yuta’s feet resting in his lap as his body occupied the length of the couch. Poor Tora didn’t have much room to lay with either of his dads, but he seemed content enough to just sit on the floor and rest his head on Yuta’s shoulder. He stared at him with his cute, large black eyes until Yuta finally stopped flipping through random channels on the TV and focused on Tora, cooing at him and scratching his head while the Doberman languidly wagged his tail.
He glanced over at Seunghyun. He had a book in his hand but Yuta could tell he wasn’t reading a single damn word. His fingers were absently playing with Yuta’s pant leg and his puffy, red eyes squinted pensively. Yuta looked back at Tora with a pout and gave him a final kiss on the snout while setting the TV remote down.
Yuta stretched his limbs and stood up from the couch which brought Seunghyun out of his slight trance. “Come on,” Yuta said with a tender smile while reaching for his hand, “let’s go take a nice, hot bath.”
Seunghyun intertwined his fingers with Yuta’s and followed easily. He set his book down before they headed towards the bathroom and Tora, like the good dog he was, jumped up onto the now-spacious couch, curling up into the warm space his dads left behind.
Yuta let go of Seunghyun’s hand so that he could run the faucet. As the warm water began to flow and fill the bathtub and the steam slowly began to fill the enclosed space, he poured a calming scented oil into the tub, then Seunghyun and Yuta undressed each other.
His heart hurt once more when he stared up into Seunghyun’s eyes and saw fear and anxiety staring back at him; Yuta couldn’t stop himself from crashing into Seunghyun’s chest, sighing under his breath and pulling him into a tight hug. “Should we put you in therapy?” It was a half-hearted joke at best, but Yuta wouldn’t hesitate to do anything he could to ease Seunghyun’s tension.
“I’m fine, Yuta,” He stressed without any harshness in his tone, “you know that. Please, just drop it for today.”
“Yeah.. Okay..” Yuta mumbled.
He wished Seunghyun would say more than that. It wasn’t like he was utterly traumatized, but Yuta didn’t like feeling so helpless even when it came to such trivial things. But he could only hope that it was for the best to let the storm raging in Seunghyun’s heart pass on its own, so Yuta dropped the subject just like he wanted.
Yuta turned his attention back to the tub and turned off the water once it was filled high enough. Seunghyun climbed in first then held Yuta’s hand to carefully help him get in after. When Yuta fully sat down between Seunghyun’s legs, his large muscular arms wrapped around his waist and brought his back right up against Seunghyun’s chest.
Yuta closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh at the warm and relaxing water and the love of his life sitting right behind him. “I’m so glad we have the whole weekend off,” He said as he tipped his head back and rested it on Seunghyun’s shoulder. “We should take Tora to the park. I think the weather’s supposed to be really nice.”
The gentle, affirmative rumble in response was pleasant against Yuta’s back. “We can go out for lunch, too.” He smiled at that and melted even further into Seunghyun.
But after the two took some time to enjoy the warmth of the water and the gentle sleep-inducing scent floating into the air from the bathtub, the silence had started to bother Yuta. He knew Seunghyun meant it when he said he didn’t want to talk, so he wanted to respect that, but the steamy air started to frel a bit too thick. He splashed at the water idly with his fingers—anything to lessen the awkwardness that loomed over them.
He peeked his eyes open and lifted a hand from the water. The feather-light touch of his fingers slowly traced from Seunghyun’s jaw down to his chin and, with minimal effort, he nudged his face towards his own so that he could place a sweet kiss on his lips. Yuta hummed into his mouth with a little smile as Seunghyun deepened the kiss, but not for a moment long enough before pulling away again. When Yuta got a better look at his face, he still saw the deep furrow etching itself between Seunghyun’s eyebrows. A quiet sigh slipped from under his breath and thought to himself: Well, this won’t do at all.
Yuta scooted forward to give himself ample room to turn around in the bath and face Seunghyun, wrapping his arms around his neck while he sat on his knees. Just that action alone was able to smooth out his features and allow Yuta to feel more at ease.
“What do you want?” Seunghyun asked, and when Yuta narrowed his gaze mischievously and smirked, he couldn’t hold back his own upward quirk in one corner of his mouth.
“Nothing at all,” He singsonged with feigned innocence as he raised his bottom half up higher to lean into Seunghyun and nose at his cheek. “What, am I not allowed to give you some love?” And Yuta felt even more happy when Seunghyun’s chest huffed in a quiet laugh.
When he looked over Yuta’s shoulder, Seunghyun could see the soft, beautiful curve of Yuta’s plump ass lifting up and mildly swaying while he playfully kissed along the side of his face and neck. Without any warning, Seunghyun turned his head to capture Yuta’s soft lips on his own, causing him to let out a small, cute yelp before quickly recovering into a gentle sigh.
The couple, so perfectly in sync with each other, tilted their heads to grant each other deeper entry into their mouths and their tongues messily explored each other. Seunghyun reached for Yuta’s hips with a possessively firm grip and squeezed at the supple flesh which caused Yuta to gasp into his mouth. Seunghyun captured his breath with ease, relishing in such a sensual sweetness as he sucked on his tongue.
“I’ll ask again: What do you want, yeobo?” He used his fingers on one hand to trace past Yuta’s tailbone and barely down the cleft of his ass, stopping right when he was rewarded with a desperate-sounding moan that could send him straight to Heaven.
“Haa, I… I want to have sex with you, Seunghyun.”
“Is that so?” Seunghyun lowered his fingers the short distance they needed to in order to reach Yuta’s hole. He pressed on it, causing Yuta to gasp and buck his hips slightly. “Will you let me do whatever I want?”
He pressed on his hole again and Yuta let out another sound into Seunghyun’s ear that was so delightful he could feel the goosebumps wildly pricking his skin. Yuta, with his cock beginning to grow and harden against Seunghyun’s stomach, nodded desperately. “Please…”
He grinned and turned his head to kiss Yuta’s face and mouth once more while squeezing his delicate ass cheeks. “So cute when you beg for it..” He slid his hands up to get a firm grip on Yuta’s waist and lifted him up so that they could both stand from the tub. Seunghyun hooked his arms under Yuta’s knees and lifted him from the ground as if he was weightless. Paying absolutely no mind to the tub full of water and the wet trail they had left behind, Seunghyun kissed all over Yuta and carried him straight to bed.
Seunghyun laid him down onto the middle of it and watched Yuta get comfortable and prop himself up on his elbows. His eyes weren’t that of a predator stalking their prey until they found the right moment to strike, but rather that of someone who was admiring the most expensive and beautiful sculpture ever created. The gaze made Yuta bashful all the same; his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard and felt his skin reddening ever so slightly.
Seunghyun brought Yuta’s ankles into his lap. “Are your feet sore today?” His thumbs rubbed over the top of his feet.
Yuta shook his head. “They’re fine,” He replied softly.
He smiled back, pleased at that, and ran his hands along Yuta’s shins and his veins popped more prominently against the backs of his hands. Yuta tensed a little when Seunghyun brushed over his kneecaps. The light caressing from his roughened hands was surprisingly ticklish, but also had him shuddering from how purely erotic it felt.
Seunghyun’s hands trailed even further up Yuta’s legs. “Your skin is so soft, yeobo,” He murmured in that deliciously timbre voice that made Yuta’s dick throb and his chest lurch. “I could feel them up all day..” His hands moved along his upper thighs and Yuta couldn’t help but lift off the bed a little and squirm under his tickling touch. An airy giggle erupted from his chest and Yuta reached forward in order to try and stop Seunghyun’s wandering hands from going any further.
“O-Okay, babe, that’s- enough now—!”
“No.”
Yuta’s laughter was abruptly cut off and replaced by a quiet gasp that caught in his throat; the deep, commandeering tone in Seunghyun’s voice had him stop completely in his tracks, mouth barely agape from the shock.
Seunghyun met his reach halfway and locked their fingers together before pinning Yuta’s hand onto the bed to the side of his head. “You gave me permission to do what I wanted, no? I’m not done here.” He then flashed an almost boyish grin that had Yuta’s heart leap straight into his throat, and all he could do was nod.
“Do you know…” Seunghyun continued, his free hand reaching down to rub and tease Yuta’s hole while exploring the rest of his body with his mouth, “how beautiful your chest is? Your skin is so smooth and perfect…” His tongue grazed over one of Yuta’s nipples which mhim sigh, but then he moaned louder once Seunghyun took it into his mouth. The harder he sucked, the more Yuta’s back arched off the bed as he whimpered desperately.
He detached from Yuta’s nipple with a quiet little pop. “Look at how red your nipples look against your fair skin..” He licked along his bottom lip and admired the view before he licked and sucked on Yuta’s other nipple to give it equal attention. Then his teasing fingers finally pushed into Yuta’s ass and Yuta gasped at the sudden, yet expected, intrusion.
“S-Seunghyun—!” Yuta moaned. He let go of his grip so Yuta could wrap his arms around Seunghyun’s neck. He moaned under his breath when Yuta twisted his fingers into the hair on the nape of Seunghyun’s neck, pulling harder when Seunghyun’s fingering picked up the pace.
“Your hair is so soft…” He nuzzled sweetly into Yuta’s hair where the lightest sheen of sweat lined his hairline and added a second finger, scissoring them and stretching him wider. “Is there any part of you that isn’t?” Yuta scratched at Seunghyun’s neck and it sent a hard lurch to his lower belly.
“One of my favorite parts of your body is right here.” He smiled again at Yuta before he leaned in and kissed the small mole that painted the middle of Yuta’s nose.
Yuta couldn’t help it anymore; he covered his tomato-red face with the back of his hand and laughed at such absurdity coming from Seunghyun’s mouth. “Wh-Why do you have to say such embarrassing things?! Aaah..”
Seunghyun hummed and stretched him out even more with a third finger; Yuta could feel him pressing firmly against that nub full of erogenous cells and tissues that took his breath away and made his toes curl.
Seunghyun dropped his head into Yuta’s chest and let out a grounding sigh, soaking in the moment so fully he felt his eyes water. After another breath, he brought his head back up and gazed at Yuta with such an innocent, longing look of pure adoration and love. The hair that had fallen in front of his face made him look years younger, which made Yuta smile so tenderly. This man was reserved for Yuta and only him. He tilted his head and brushed Seunghyun’s hair back with his fingers.
“I have to say, though… Most of all, I love you, Ohtani Yuta.” He retreated his fingers and then, taking his cock in his hand, Seunghyun carefully nudged at Yuta’s twitching hole before it finally gave way, granting him full access. The initial stretch was so severe that Yuta rolled his eyes back before squinting them shut tight. They groaned together—one of them less so from pleasure, but Seunghyun was a patient man and attentive lover.
When he slowly pushed deep inside Yuta, filling him completely, he tilted his head up and searched his lover’s gaze. Yuta could practically feel his gaze, too, so he inhaled a deep breath in an attempt to relax his body before he looked back at Seunghyun.
Somehow, at the same time, he was and wasn’t surprised to see the tears that began to creep down Seunghyun’s face while he smiled at him. He wore an expression so tender that Yuta’s throat began to tighten; he caught his wobbling lower lip between his teeth but he couldn’t do anything to stop his own eyes from welling up with tears that threatened to blur his vision.
It was natural to develop some semblance of a connection when two lead actors were spending a lot of time together, but they could both feel it run much deeper than that. The days on set that felt like they’d never end—the days that sometimes didn’t because they talked deep into the night until the sun came up again. Learning about each other’s interests over the first—or tenth—coffee of the day. Making out and groping each other in the quietness of the dressing room trailers like two hormone-fueled teenagers who only existed for each other. Sneaking off set during break while filming in Japan to buy matching rings.
It felt like fate.
They both knew exactly what the other person was thinking: How did I get so goddamn lucky to find someone like you?
“I don’t mind all the pain I feel when I have to do horrible things to you on set,” Seunghyun murmured, “and I don’t give a fuck if everyone watches me cry.. I can put up with anything as long as I can come home with you every day; crawl into bed every night- with my yeobo and our baby, Tora..”
Yuta chuckled through a small sob that managed to slip out. “I love you so much, Seunghyun..” He held Seunghyun’s head in his hands and used his thumbs to smear away the glistening tears that stained his beautiful face. “Now, get your ass moving and fuck your yeobo already.”
Seunghyun playfully tutted before shifting his weight slightly. He pulled his hips back slowly before thrusting back in with that same slow, controlled manner. “Is it okay?” He watched Yuta with such an intense gaze that Yuta had to look away to avoid blushing.
“Mnnh, yeah— I’ll be all right.. Why are you so fucking big?”
He let out a louder laugh and kissed along Yuta’s neck before pulling away. Seunghyun reached for the bottle of lube, slicking the length of his cock so much that it started dripping onto the bed, but there was absolutely no such thing as too much lube.
After a few more thrusts he could feel Yuta’s walls becoming much softer, and he felt relieved to see Yuta’s face relaxing as the pleasure increased. His beautiful, parted lips that initially forced out groans were now slipping soft and sensual moans that made Seunghyun’s cock twitch. He grabbed a firmer hold on Yuta’s waist and began fucking into him at a faster pace.
If Seunghyun were to make it to Heaven, he hoped that the sounds he heard at the gates were all the various moans he was able to fuck out of Yuta in his lifetime. He loved hearing everything—from the soft and panting breaths to the moaning and crying that could echo throughout the whole house, Seunghyun wanted to hear it all. And he wasn’t ashamed to feel greedy about that.
“Haa, Yuta— is it good?”
“Y-Yes—!” Yuta wailed as he threw his head back. “It’s so- good, Seunghyun.. Uungh—!
“Fuck—! Faster! Harder—aagh! Please—!”
Yuta reached above his head to grab on to the headboard when Seunghyun easily obliged, groaning intensely with his jaw set firm and brows furrowed with only one clear goal present in mind: to have Yuta thoroughly pleasured by his partner above him and coming all over himself.
Seunghyun increasingly snapped his hips in and out Yuta with a force that had their slapping skin practically reverberate through the bedroom. His cock was curved upward just enough that it would scrape across Yuta’s most sensitive spots, scratching that itch so perfectly every time. He began gasping out shaky moans as the increasing crescendo of his orgasm built at a steadily rapid pace.
“Seunghyun—Haa… Seunghyun, I’m close..” His breath hitched in his throat; Seunghyun could tell he was close by the way Yuta was moaning even more relentlessly, flicking his tender nipples between his fingers and even rolling his own hips to match Seunghyun’s thrusting. “Come with me.. Please..? I wanna come- together…”
“Okay, baby, I hear you.. Squeeze it tight for me.” His teeth bared as he clenched his jaw tight upon feeling Yuta’s hot, velvety walls clenching onto his cock. “Nngh, fuck..!”
Seunghyun’s hips thrusted even harder and faster in a rhythm that had Yuta rocking beneath him while wailing in sheer ecstasy. “Should we make a brother or sister for Tora? Hm?” His husky voice grunted into Yuta’s ear. “Don’t you think he needs someone to play with?”
“Bakana! Don’t say all that—!” He could protest and complain all he wanted, but Seunghyun could feel Yuta clench around his cock even tighter—if that was possible—which spurred Seunghyun on to carry them both over the edge together. Yuta grabbed his cock and stroked himself.
First it was Yuta who had cried out so harshly that he’d begun to lose his voice; his completely glazed-over eyes grew so wide while his back arched almost fully off the bed. It was a sight so divine that Seunghyun let out a final groan, huffing and spilling his cum into every little crevice it could reach while Yuta silently cried at his own cock spurting all over his chest and stomach.
Seunghyun leaned his head in and pressed sweet kisses all over Yuta’s face, tasting the salty tears on his tongue before reaching Yuta’s mouth and kissing him softly while he slowly came down from the harsh, erratic momentum of his thrusting. The kisses Seunghyun received were more delayed as Yuta was stuck floating in a pleasured daze, but Seunghyun still loved it all the same.
“I love you,” Seunghyun murmured deeply. With another kiss he pulled out of Yuta, huffing a laugh when Yuta groaned at the cum starting to leak from his hole.
“Clean it,” Yuta demanded cutely with a pout, lazily rolling onto his side and resting his eyes.
He cleaned Yuta out as best as he could all while Yuta was mumbling sleepy little sounds of annoyance. Seunghyun frowned a little at how messy the sheets had become. “Why don’t we sleep in the other room tonight?”
“Hmm.. Okay..”
“Do you need me to dress you?”
“Mmhm..”
Seunghyun smiled then retreated to the walk-in closet where he dressed himself in a pair of underwear and plain pajama bottoms. He grabbed one of his t-shirts for Yuta and a pair of underwear as well then walked back to the bed where he was already half-asleep.
Yuta’s smaller body was moved easily as Seunghyun dressed him and pushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead. He hooked an arm under Yuta’s knees and snaked his arms around his back, carrying him bridal-style across the house to the other bedroom while he snuggled into Seunghyun’s warm, bare chest.
From the living room, Tora’s ears perked up at all the movement. He did a big stretch on the couch before he hopped off, his paws padding happily against the hard flooring as he followed the direction of his papas’ noises.
Seunghyun lowered Yuta onto the bed before crawling in from the other side, wrapping his arms around Yuta and bringing him into his chest where it feels the most correct. He peeked across the room to see Tora staring at them with his tail wagging.
“Come here, Tora.” Seunghyun lightly patted the bed which made Tora’s tail wag even more excitedly. He trotted over and jumped up, then made little circles to ensure a cozy spot at the foot of the bed where he could protect his papas through the night.
Yuta had fallen into a deep sleep before either of them could even say goodnight to each other. Seunghyun stayed up a little longer, though, spending some time carding his fingers through Yuta’s hair until his eyelids finally became too heavy to keep open any longer.