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Geonwoo has been dating Xinlong for a while, and to say he adores the younger boy would be an understatement. They've been living together for a few weeks now, adjusting to one another's routine. Geonwoo thinks it's perfect; he loves living with Xinlong, loves doing everything with Xinlong—there's just one problem.
Every time his boyfriend wants to talk about something, he sends the same message; "we need to talk".
The first time it happened, Geonwoo panicked. He remembers being at work, how his phone lit up with the text from his boyfriend, how his smile dropped as he read the words on the screen.
Longie 🩷, 3:07 PM
we need to talk
Me, 3:07 PM
What? What's wrong?
He can't help the nervous feeling that spreads throughout his entire body, his mind making up a million possible scenarios of what the problem could be. The couple of minutes that pass before Xinlong responds feel like torture.
Longie 🩷, 3:14 PM
can we get ice cream after dinner tonight?? :D
What? Xinlong needed to talk to him about getting ice cream? Geonwoo can't imagine why he would word his text like this over ice cream. Regardless, he can't find it within himself to be frustrated whatsoever.
Me, 3:15 PM
Of course we can, baby.
Longie 🩷, 3:17 PM
thank you hyung!!
i love u
have a good rest of ur shift <3
The relief Geonwoo feels is immediate, finally taking a deep breath after a long moment. He was so worried for a moment, but he's glad he can get through the rest of his shift without feeling panicked.
At the time, he thought it was just a one time thing—after all, Xinlong had never texted him those words before.
He was very quickly proven wrong just a few days later.
Geonwoo checks his phone around 3 PM, right after a group of students had come into the café and left him busy for nearly an hour straight. With only two hours left of his shift for the day, he's feeling exhausted, his feet sore and back aching. When he sees that his boyfriend texted him, he feels a smile spread across his face.
That is until he reads the message.
Longie 🩷, 2:43 PM
hyungggg
we need to talk
Again? He swallows nervously, the words once again making him feel anxious.
Me, 3:01 PM
What's wrong, baby?
Longie 🩷, 3:02 PM
we ran out of laundry detergent :(
Geonwoo can't help the groan that falls from his lips, his hand running through his hair as he stares at his phone screen in disbelief. There he was, all panicked, and Xinlong just wanted to tell him they ran out of laundry detergent.
"What happened over there? You look like you've seen a ghost." Across the room, his coworker—Lee Sangwon—looks at him with one eyebrow raised, two sleeves of plastic cups in his arms. Geonwoo just sighs, a little unsure of what to say at first.
"My boyfriend texted me," Geonwoo explains, "he keeps wording things weirdly."
Sangwon barks out a laugh as he walks over to where Geonwoo is standing by the counter. "What does that mean?"
"It means he keeps saying 'we need to talk' whenever he needs something." He shows the other boy his phone, the messages with Xinlong displayed on the screen. He watches as Sangwon reads the messages, nodding as he takes in the information.
"I have to say, I've never see anyone sound so serious about needing laundry detergent."
Geonwoo groans again, looking down at the messages. "I know. It happened a few days ago, too—he wanted ice cream after dinner."
Sangwon just laughs, the sound echoing across the now empty café. "Well, it's certainly a cute little quirk, isn't it?"
Geonwoo can't really disagree—everything Xinlong does is cute to him.
The conversation ends there, with Sangwon heading to the back to grab more things to restock. Geonwoo turns back to his phone, frowning at the screen like it personally offended him.
Me, 3:07 PM
Okay, I'll grab some on my way back from work.
Longie 🩷, 3:07 PM
thank u hyung!!
i love u
Me, 3:08 PM
I love you too, baby.
True to his word, he stops by the convience store closest to their apartment after work, all his worries and frustrations fading when he sees the smile that Xinlong greets him with when he walks through the door.
—
Geonwoo loves cooking. It's one of the things that he's really good at, and he enjoys it more now that he can share it with Xinlong. It's especially nice in moments like this one, where his boyfriend snakes his arms around his waist, leaning his chin on Geonwoo's shoulder to observe what's going on.
"Hyung," Xinlong whines.
Geonwoo smiles, warmth spreading throughout his entire body. "Hi baby."
"We need to talk."
Geonwoo's heart drops to his stomach. Despite all the texts, he's never heard his boyfriend say the words out loud like this. There's nothing in Xinlong's tone to indicate that he's upset, but it still makes him feel nervous regardless.
He swallows, willing his nerves to go away. "What's wrong?"
He doesn't have to look at Xinlong to know the younger boy is pouting, looking up at Geonwoo like he wants something. "I want a kiss…"
His anxiety melts away in an instant, setting down the knife he was using to chop onions and turning around to look at his boyfriend. Xinlong is looking up at him cutely, his arms still wrapped firmly around Geonwoo's torso. He can't be frustrated, not even a little bit, not when his boyfriend looks at him so sweetly with a pout on his face.
Geonwoo smiles down at him, grabbing Xinlong's chin gently with one hand. "How could I ever say no to you?" He leans down, capturing his boyfriend's lips in a kiss. Xinlong lets out a satisfied hum as he does so, instantly deepening the kiss.
They make out lazily by the kitchen counter for a few moments before Geonwoo pulls back, admiring the way Xinlong's lips are now red and swollen. He tries to lean in again, but Geonwoo stops him, gently placing a hand on his boyfriend's chest.
Xinlong lets out a whine of disaproval, frowning as he looks up at Geonwoo.
"I'm sorry Longie, I need to finish dinner." He places a soft kiss on Xinlong's nose, the younger boy's nose scrunching up cutely at the action. Geonwoo can't help but chuckle at his boyfriend's reaction, his chest swelling with affection towards him.
"What about after dinner?"
"We can kiss all you want after dinner," Geonwoo promises.
Xinlong smirks, a mischevious glint in his eyes. "What about more than just kissing?"
"Longie…" Geonwoo warns. He knows if he thinks about his boyfriend like that right now, dinner won't get done at all.
The younger boy looks proud as he removes his arms from around Geonwoo's waist, walking out of the kitchen and plopping onto the couch with a bright smile on his face. Geonwoo lets out a sigh as he returns to making dinner, trying to keep his inappropriate thoughts tucked away as he focuses on chopping onions.
He might be a little too quick about finishing dinner after that, but it doesn't matter when he ends up bending Xinlong over that night anyway.
—
It's only a few days later, when he's walking back home from work, that his phone lights up with a message from Xinlong.
Longie 🩷, 5:17 PM
hyung we need to talk
its really important
Geonwoo thought he was used to the words by now, but the second message makes him feel anxious all over again.
Me, 5:18 PM
???
What's wrong?
Longie 🩷, 5:18 PM
can i borrow ur hoodie??
the one u left on the couch
Geonwoo tries to not feel frustrated, he really does, but he wishes Xinlong would word these texts differently. The range of emotions he feels within seconds is not good for his heart. Still, he can't be mad with Xinlong—he knows his boyfriend isn't trying to worry him on purpose.
Me, 5:19 PM
Yes of course, Longie.
You don't need to ask.
Longie 🩷, 5:20 PM
yay :D
thank u hyung!!
Geonwoo sighs, shoving his phone into his pocket. He's going to have to talk to Xinlong about this eventually, but he worries about finding the right time. For today, he supposes he doesn't need to think about it any more than he already has.
—
Geonwoo is scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he sits in the café's break room, waiting until he has to clock in. He gets a text from Xinlong about ten minutes before he has to go, smiling when he sees his boyfriend's name at the top of his screen. It's not uncommon for Xinlong to send him quick texts before he starts his shift—usually cute little messages like I love you or have a good shift.
Usually, it's nothing like this.
Longie 🩷, 8:51 AM
hyung
we need to talk tonight
Me, 8:51 AM
Tonight?? Why not now?
Geonwoo feels the anxiety creeping up on him in seconds. He has no idea why Xinlong wouldn't be able to bring this up right away since he always does when he sends the 'we need to talk' text.
Longie 🩷, 8:52 AM
we cant talk about it over text or call
it has to be in person
Okay, well that doesn't help Geonwoo's nerves at all. He feels the anxiousness course through his body like a wave—more intense than he's ever felt it before. He really doesn't understand why they have to talk about this later and in person. His mind is already conjuring up every possible bad scenario. He can't think straight.
Me, 8:53 AM
Okay baby, we can talk as soon as I get home.
I love you.
Longie 🩷, 8:53 AM
ill see u later nunu hyung
have a good shift
Geonwoo has to shut his phone off after that, needs to take a moment to breathe. He slaps himself lightly on the face, trying to gain control over his body again. He just needs to get through this shift.
—
Getting through his shift is much harder than he anticipated.
He spills an entire iced latte on the counter, nearly burns himself while rinsing dishes, and has to remake no less than three different drinks. His hands are shaky and his thoughts are so loud that he can't focus. Maybe he shouldn't be this nervous, but he can't help it—he can't stop thinking about what Xinlong could possibly want to talk to him about.
It's after the usual midday rush, while he's making himself an iced americano with two extra shots of espresso, that Sangwon sighs loudly and turns to face him.
"Okay, I can't watch this anymore," his coworker mumbles. "What is wrong with you today?"
Geonwoo bites his lip, unsure how to start. "Xinlong, my boyfriend, he said 'we need to talk' again…but he said it has to be tonight. In person."
Sangwon nods as he takes in the information. "I mean, it sounds like it's important then."
"But what if it's bad," Geonwoo says, fidgeting with the edge of his apron.
"Maybe it is," Sangwon responds, which definitely doesn't help, "but maybe it isn't. You can't stress about it all day like this."
Geonwoo knows that, knows he can't be worrying like this—but he can't stop. He's spent the entire morning stuck in his own head, trying and failing to think about anything else.
"I know," he mutters. "I just can't think about anything else."
"Just try to get through today, yeah? I'm sure it'll all be okay."
He gives Sangwon his thanks just as another group of customers walks through the door, taking a deep breath as he tries to concentrate on anything but the uneasiness he feels about the talk with Xinlong later.
—
Geonwoo feels tense as he finally pushes open the door to him and Xinlong's shared apartment, exhausted after the long day. The café had been busier than usual, which had been a decent distraction at times—though, he couldn't avoid thinking about the impending conversation for very long.
His boyfriend is laying on the couch, body relaxed as he watches the TV with tired eyes. A smile breaks out onto his face as soon as he sees Geonwoo, quickly getting up from his place on the couch and running to greet the older boy. Despite his worries, and frustrations, Geonwoo can't help but feel happy as Xinlong pulls him into a tight hug.
"Hyung, I missed you."
"I missed you too, Longie." He feels light as he embraces his boyfriend, pulling away so that he can place a kiss on Xinlong's nose. For the first time all day, he feels his anxiety begin to fade, almost forgetting about what awaits him.
Xinlong frowns as he looks up at Geonwoo, his brow furrowed. "Hyung, we need to talk. It's really important."
The last time his boyfriend had said it was really important, he had wanted to borrow Geonwoo's hoodie. This time, he looks up at the older boy with concern. Geonwoo wonders how much this thing, whatever it is, has been bothering him.
"Okay, okay. Let's go sit down." Geonwoo pulls Xinlong over to the couch, the two of them sitting down next to each other.
He notices how Xinlong can't keep eye contact, how he messes with the cuffs of his hoodie, how he bites his lip nervously. "Hyung…" Xinlong starts, and Geonwoo instantly feels his heart drop to his stomach.
This is it, he thinks, Xinlong—his lovely Xinlong—is going to break up with him. Worse, he's gonna tell Geonwoo he never wants to see him again. He's gonna say how their relationship isn't working, that they need time apart. Geonwoo is beginning to feel lightheaded with how anxious he gets, his heart pounding in his chest.
"…Can you fuck me in front of the mirror? The one in our room?"
That's it, he wants absolutely nothing to do with Geonwoo anymore and—
Huh…?
"What?" Geonwoo's mouth falls open in shock, his brain short-circuiting.
Xinlong flushes bright red, throwing his head into his hands out of embarrasment. "I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror…the one in our room…" His voice gets quieter as he speaks until it's barely audible and he peeks at Geonwoo through his hands.
Geonwoo blinks a few times, trying to process what Xinlong just said. "That's what you wanted to talk about?" It comes out harsher than he intended, his tone still laced with astonishment.
"Yeah…" Xinlong finally lifts his head, cheeks still pink as he looks at Geonwoo. He swallows nervously as he waits for the older boy's reaction. After a few moments of silence, his face drops. "You don't want to."
Geonwoo hears the words and panics. "Longie, baby, of course I want to. It's just—" he struggles to find the right thing to say. He doesn't want to upset Xinlong. "Usually when someone says 'we need to talk' it's because they want to talk about something serious."
"But it is serious. It's our sex life," Xinlong counters with a pout on his face. He's still frowning, looking at Geonwoo like he's confused.
"Baby, of course it's important—but I was worried it was something bad."
"Oh," Xinlong averts his gaze. "Did I worry you?"
"Just a little," Geonwoo lets the small lie slip; he doesn't want to make Xinlong feel bad. "Just don't word it like that from now on, okay?"
Xinlong nods, finally looking up at Geonwoo again. "Okay."
He leans forward to place a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's forehead, intertwining their fingers as he does so. "Now, what was this about me fucking you in front of the mirror in our bedroom?"
The younger boy tries to look away again, but Geonwoo stops him, cupping Xinlong's face with one hand and forcing him to look Geonwoo in the eyes.
"It—it's nothing…" Xinlong tries.
"No, it definitely wasn't nothing. Tell hyung what you want."
Xinlong whimpers, unable to look anywhere but at Geonwoo. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes wide as he swallows hard. "I want…want you to make me watch as you fuck me."
Geonwoo's cock twitches in interest, warmth flooding south as he hears what Xinlong has to say. "You wanna see how you fall apart on my cock, baby?"
"Yes." The younger boy soundless breathless, his thighs pressing together. That's all Geonwoo needs to pull the younger boy up from the couch with him, quickly guiding him to their shared bedroom. He closes the door behind them and leads Xinlong to the bed, making his boyfriend sit down on the edge of the mattress. After that he grabs the full-length mirror from the other side of the room and brings it over, setting it down across from Xinlong. The mirror is rather large, the reflection showing both of them as Geonwoo sits down next to Xinlong on the bed.
He wastes no time before pulling Xinlong in for a passionate kiss, smiling as his boyfriend whines into his mouth. Geonwoo pushes his tongue past the seam of Xinlong's lips, dizzy with the feeling that runs through his body when he feels the younger boy melt in his hands.
Geonwoo barely gives Xinlong a moment to breathe, kissing him like he's starved. When they finally pull apart, they're both left panting and breathless, a thin string of saliva connecting them.
He grabs the bottom of Xinlong's shirt, helping him pull it off. Next, he unbuttons the younger boy's jeans, tugging them down slightly before dipping his hand into Xinlong's boxers. Geonwoo groans when he runs his fingers through his boyfriend's folds and feels the wetness that has gathered there, his thumb circling over Xinlong's swollen clit.
His boyfriend moans at the action, his hips bucking up at the feeling. Geonwoo leans in more, placing gentle kisses along the column of Xinlong's neck as he rubs the younger boy's clit.
"So wet for me already," Geonwoo coos. "You wanted this so bad, didn't you?"
Xinlong throws his head back with a whine, unable to control the sounds that escape him. Geonwoo notices how his boyfriend's focus has already faded, his eyes shut and his breathing heavy.
"Look in the mirror, baby." Geonwoo grins when Xinlong obeys immediately, his eyes glazed over as he looks at their reflection.
The younger boy looks ruined already, his upper body flushed and his lips swollen from how much he's bitten them. "Good boy. Now keep your eyes there," Geonwoo praises as he removes his hand from inside Xinlong's boxers before grabbing the waistband of his jeans. His boyfriend lifts his hips to help as Geonwoo pulls his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, tossing them on the floor. Xinlong tries to hide once he's completely bare, pressing his thighs together.
Oh, Geonwoo won't be having any of that.
He kneels on the floor between Xinlong's legs, using his palms to force the other boy's thighs open. Xinlong gasps as Geonwoo exposes his pussy, the pink folds wet with arousal. Geonwoo can't help but admire the sight, can't help but admire the physical proof of just how bad the younger boy wants him.
"Make sure you watch—need you to see how pretty you get when I make you feel good."
Geonwoo can't wait a moment longer, using his tongue to part Xinlong's folds. His boyfriend tastes so good, the sweetness on his tongue making him moan as he circles Xinlong's clit with his tongue. Above him, Xinlong lets out a loud string of moans, unable to hold back as Geonwoo eats him out with fervor.
"Hah, hyung, oh fuck—" Xinlong's hips twitch as Geonwoo sucks on his clit. He sounds so pretty like this, Geonwoo just can't get enough.
His jeans are starting to feel impossibly tight, his cock straining against the fabric. Slowly, he reaches down to palm himself through his jeans, moaning into Xinlong's pussy once he finally gets the relief that he's looking for. As he laps up the wetness between his boyfriend's legs he grinds down against his hand, groaning at the feeling. The combination of tasting Xinlong and the pleasure that courses throughout his body as he touches himself is nothing short of heavenly, his brain shutting off in the best way possible.
Above him, Xinlong's thighs shake as he lets out the prettiest, breathiest moans. He's blabbering about how good he feels and Geonwoo's chest swells with pride—there's nothing he loves more than making his Longie feel good.
"Oh, hyung, please," Xinlong's moans and whimpers only get louder and higher in pitch, his body trembling, "'m so close."
Geonwoo hears the words and can't hold back his smile, working his tongue over Xinlong's clit faster than before. The younger boy chokes on a moan in response, and Geonwoo just knows he looks so gorgeous right now—can imagine the tears forming in his eyes, the red spreading across his face and chest.
The idea sends a sharp wave of pleasure through his body, his cock leaking uselessly in his boxers.
"H-hyung, oh—Geonwoo!" The moan of his own name is the only warning Geonwoo gets before Xinlong comes, wetness leaking from his pussy as his entire body shudders with the intensity of his orgasm. The older boy works him through it, his tongue lazily circling Xinlong's sensitive clit.
He has to remove his own hand from his clothed cock as Xinlong comes on his face. He knows he wants nothing more than to come buried inside his boyfriend's tight pussy.
After a few moments, Xinlong whines softly. "Too much…"
Geonwoo drags his tongue through the younger boy's folds a final time before he pulls off, leaning back to take in the sight above him.
Xinlong looks ruined, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. His pussy is dripping, fluids leaking onto the bedsheets. He's the most beautiful thing Geonwoo has ever seen.
"Longie," Geonwoo says as he moves aside to let Xinlong get a good look at himself in the full-length mirror, "look how perfect you are."
Xinlong blushes at that, his eyes scanning the mirror as he takes in his own appearance. After a few seconds, he looks away shyly, suddenly finding the bed much more interesting.
Geonwoo stands up immediately, ignoring how wobbly his legs feel, and placing a finger under Xinlong's chin. He forces his boyfriend to look at his reflection again, smiling at the sight he sees in the mirror. "You're so pretty, baby. Want you to see too," he breathes, admiring the way Xinlong swallows hard in response.
Geonwoo turns Xinlong's head towards him, leaning forward to plant a bruising kiss on the younger boy's lips. Xinlong whines as soon as their lips meet, his eyes fluttering shut.
Geonwoo pulls back when he needs to breathe, admiring how wrecked his boyfriend looks after the heated kiss.
"Hyung," Xinlong whimpers, breaking Geonwoo out of his trance. "Need you."
"Need me how, Longie?" Geonwoo teases.
Xinlong pouts, blinking away tears as he looks up at the older boy—beautiful. "I need you to fuck me, need hyung inside me."
Geonwoo has to take a moment to breathe, his cock throbbing in the confines of his jeans when he hears how desperately his Longie begs to be fucked.
"Oh, my pretty baby," Geonwoo coos. "I will, and you're gonna watch me ruin you."
He swiftly tears off his t-shirt and jeans, throwing them on the floor by Xinlong's discarded clothes. Then he grabs a blanket from the bed, spreading it across the floor in front of the mirror.
"Lay down," Geonwoo instructs, and Xinlong obeys—almost tripping over his own feet as he scrambles to lay down on the blanket. The younger boy adjusts until he has a good view of himself in the mirror before looking up at Geonwoo.
Geonwoo moves to the floor, crawling over Xinlong and caging him in. His boyfriend looks up at him with wide eyes, his black hair disheveled.
"Hyung…" Xinlong pleads and Geonwoo can't hold back any longer, capturing his boyfriend's lips in a kiss as his hand travels lower, his finger dipping into the tight heat of Xinlong's pussy. The younger boy's back arches, his hole clenching around Geonwoo's finger. He waits a moment before he begins moving, thrusting his finger in and out of Xinlong's pussy while placing wet kisses along his boyfriend's neck.
Wetness spills from the other boy's pussy as Geonwoo fingers him, making it easy when he inserts a second finger. Below him, Xinlong's eyes are shut, his breath coming out in short gasps.
"Longie," Geonwoo starts, "look at yourself, baby." He doesn't slow his movements, curling his fingers and smiling when each thrust makes Xinlong whimper.
Slowly, the younger boy turns his head to look in the mirror. Geonwoo does so as well, taking in the sight before him. Below him, Xinlong struggles to keep his eyes open, a constant string of whimpers falling from his lips as Geonwoo continues thrusting his long fingers into his pussy.
Geonwoo doesn't look much better himself, body flushed red and cock straining against his boxers. He's so hard it fucking hurts and he doesn't know how much longer he can go without being inside his boyfriend.
Thankfully, Xinlong seems to be thinking very similarly.
"Geonwoo-hyung," he cries out, back arching when Geonwoo's thumb brushes against his clit. "Need you, please."
How could Geonwoo deny him anything?
He removes his fingers from Xinlong's hole with a wet plop, wiping them off on the blanket. Then, he stands up again, pulling off his boxers and discarding them on the floor a couple feet away. He's painfully hard, cock flushed and leaking at the tip. He wraps a hand around himself with a hiss, throwing his head back as he strokes himself a few times.
On the ground, Xinlong looks up at him with his eyes glazed over, his pussy on full display. Geonwoo can't wait any longer, crawling back on the floor and spreading the younger boy's legs impossibly wider. With one hand around himself, he lines his sensitive tip up with Xinlong's hole, rubbing it across his soaked folds before finally pushing in.
He starts slow, grabbing Xinlong's thighs again and bending him over further as he disappears inside the other boy's waiting hole.
"More—" Xinlong moans, arms wrapping around Geonwoo's neck. The older boy takes a deep breath before shoving the rest of his length inside Xinlong, the two of them moaning in unison as Geonwoo finally, finally bottoms out.
Xinlong is trembling beneath him, his eyes shut as he takes deep breaths to steady himself. His pussy is throbbing around Geonwoo's length, the sensation making Geonwoo feel dizzy. He pulls out until just his tip remains inside Xinlong before sliding in again, repeating the motion in slow thrusts.
"Fuck, baby—you feel so good," Geonwoo groans. The feeling of Xinlong's tight pussy around him is intoxicating, the slide easy with how much his boyfriend is leaking. Xinlong's eyes are unfocused as he blinks away tears, little moans escaping him every time Geonwoo's hips meet his.
"Hyung," Xinlong whines. "Faster, please."
Geonwoo speeds up with a rather loud groan, obeying Xinlong's request in an instant. He slams his cock inside the younger boy roughly, leaning down to suck a mark into the side of his boyfriend's neck. The action forces Xinlong to tilt his head to the side, forces him to look at their reflection in the mirror.
He licks along the freshly marked skin of the other boy's neck, then moves so that his lips are right next to Xinlong's ear. "Look at you baby," Geonwoo breathes, voice low and raspy. "Taking me so well. So fucking pretty, just for me."
Xinlong chokes on a sob at that, pussy clenching around Geonwoo's cock. The older boy can barely hold back his own whimpers at this point, his boyfriend's tight heat drawing him in with each thrust.
Geonwoo feels so close already, pounding into Xinlong's pussy as fast as he possibly can, his thrusts sloppy. He bends his boyfriend over even more, amused as Xinlong nearly screams at the slight change in angle. He leans back again to look at the younger boy, his face contorted in pleasure.
"Oh my God," Xinlong sobs. "So close, hyung—" His sentence is abruptly cut off with a loud moan right as Geonwoo's hand reaches lower, thumb rubbing circles over the younger boy's swollen clit.
It doesn't take much more for Xinlong to come, his eyes fluttering shut as his pussy clenches and unclenches around Geonwoo's cock in waves. The moans his boyfriend lets out as he comes are loud, his entire body shaking as he reaches his peak.
Geonwoo vaguely registers the wetness that spills from Xinlong as he comes, then realizes that the younger boy is squirting—fluids dripping from his ruined pussy and onto the blanket and insides of his thighs. At the realization, Geonwoo comes instantly, his orgasm crashing over him sooner than he expected.
His hips still as he feels wave after wave of white-hot pleasure coursing throughout his body, spilling into Xinlong's pussy with a whine. It takes him a few moments to come down from his high, his cock throbbing and his breathing heavy.
When he finally comes to, Xinlong is smiling up at him softly. The younger boy is practically glowing, his eyes tired as he looks up at Geonwoo with so much affection that it makes him feel faint. The older boy leans down to kiss him, spit dribbling down his boyfriend's chin as Geonwoo kisses him messily.
He only pulls back when they both need air, then places one final peck on Xinlong's lips before slowly pulling out of the other boy's pussy. They both whimper as Geonwoo's length slips out, a mixture of Xinlong's own fluids and Geonwoo's cum oozing out of the younger boy's hole.
Geonwoo groans at the sight. Then, as he looks in the mirror again, he has an idea. He gently moves Xinlong, pulling his boyfriend up so that he's sitting up against the bed. Xinlong looks at him slightly confused, whimpering when Geonwoo's long fingers find his soaked pussy once again. He moves to the side, spreading Xinlong's folds so that his hole is on full display. The sight reflects perfectly in the full length mirror.
"Look, baby," Geonwoo instructs, watching with joy as Xinlong's eyes focus on the sight before him.
The reflection of them in the mirror is nothing short of lewd, Xinlong's pussy clenching around nothing as Geonwoo's cum spills from him. The younger boy flushes dark red, his face burning with embarrasment.
"Oh Longie." Geonwoo is in awe, biting his lip as he looks in the mirror. "So pretty. Look at how perfect you are."
"Hyung…" Xinlong pouts, voice barely above a whisper.
Once again, Geonwoo finds that he has poor self-control, capturing Xinlong's lips in a kiss that's softer than it should be in this situation. "I love you. So much." He can't help the way affection bleeds through his tone, he really is so devastatingly in love with his boyfriend.
"I love you too, my Geonwoo-hyung."
—
They're in the kitchen as Geonwoo makes dinner, Xinlong's arms wrapped around him securely. He's wearing the older boy's clothes, hair still damp from the shower they took to clean up. The younger boy's cheek is pressed against Geonwoo's back, content as Geonwoo boils a pot of water on the stove.
Xinlong always gets so clingy after they fuck—Geonwoo thinks it's one of the cutest things about him.
He feels so much affection for his boyfriend in this moment, smiling to himself like an idiot as Xinlong nuzzles against him in an attempt to get even closer.
"Hyung," Xinlong starts, voice soft and quiet, "we need to talk."
This time, Geonwoo doesn't feel the same anxiety running through his body. Instead, he feels calm, forgetting all about the nervousness he used to feel at the words. "What is it, baby?"
"I wanna cuddle after dinner."
Geonwoo chuckles; he could've guessed as much. He turns Xinlong around in his arms, placing a gentle peck on the younger boy's nose.
"Anything for you, my pretty Longie."