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The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, casting long, elegant shadows across the room. Ricky stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the delicate lace of the emerald green lingerie against his skin. The fabric was a stark, breathtaking contrast to his pale complexion and sharp, sculpted features. He wasn't one to do anything halfway; if he was going to surprise Gyuvin, it had to be flawless.
The sound of the front door clicking open broke the silence. Heavy, familiar footsteps echoed down the hallway, signaling Gyuvin’s return from a long day of rehearsals.
Ricky took a slow breath, checking his reflection one last time before stepping out into the bedroom, letting the silk robe hang loosely off his shoulders.
Gyuvin tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair, his shoulders tense with exhaustion. But the moment his eyes landed on Ricky, everything else melted away. His breath hitched. His gaze traveled down from Ricky’s calm, almost daring expression, past the open silk robe, to the intricate lace hugging his waist and thighs.
"Ricky..." Gyuvin’s voice was a low, rough growl. The exhaustion vanished, replaced instantly by a dark, burning intensity.
"You're late," Ricky murmured, his tone dripping with a quiet, confident provocation. He didn't move, standing his ground as Gyuvin closed the distance between them with slow, predatory steps.
"I had a feeling you were up to something," Gyuvin said, his eyes never leaving Ricky's. He stopped just inches away, the heat radiating off him palpable. He reached out, his large, warm hand cupping Ricky’s jaw, his thumb tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone. "But I didn't expect this. You look... incredible."
Ricky leaned into the touch, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Do you like it?"
Instead of answering verbally, Gyuvin gripped Ricky’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. The contrast between Gyuvin’s casual, slightly rumpled clothes and the delicate lace against Ricky’s skin was intoxicating. Gyuvin’s head dipped, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Ricky’s neck, making the older boy shiver.
"I love it," Gyuvin whispered against his skin, his hands sliding down to grip the smooth curve of Ricky's hips, tracing the edges of the lingerie. "But I love the way you look out of it even more."
"Don't tear it," Ricky warned breathlessly, his hands finding their way into Gyuvin's hair, pulling him closer as a low gasp escaped his lips when Gyuvin bit down gently on his collarbone. "It’s expensive."
"I'll be careful," Gyuvin promised, his voice thick with desire. He lifted Ricky effortlessly, guiding him back until the edge of the mattress hit the back of Ricky's knees.
They tumbled onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and sudden, fierce heat. Gyuvin hovered over him, his gaze dark and consuming as he looked down at Ricky, completely undone beneath him, framed by the delicate green lace.
"Gyuvin," Ricky breathed, his usual composure completely fracturing under the weight of Gyuvin's gaze, his fingers tightening in the sheets. "Please."
Gyuvin leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, bruising kiss that left no room for doubts, completely taking control of the night.
The bedroom grew quiet, save for the sound of their synchronized breathing and the rustle of the sheets. Gyuvin broke the kiss slowly, trailing his lips down the column of Ricky’s throat, finding the sensitive spot just beneath his jaw that always made him gasp.
Ricky’s hands gripped Gyuvin’s shoulders, his knuckles turning white as he arched his back slightly, pressing himself closer to the heat of Gyuvin's body. The emerald lace crinkled under Gyuvin’s palms as his large hands slid down Ricky’s torso, mapping out every curve with a deliberate, agonizing slowness.
"You're shaking," Gyuvin murmured against Ricky's skin, a low, satisfied vibration that Ricky felt deep in his chest.
"Just... shut up and don't make me wait," Ricky breathed out, his voice losing its usual sharp edge, replaced by a soft, needy breathlessness. He pulled at Gyuvin's shirt, desperate to rid them both of the remaining barriers.
Gyuvin chuckled darkly, but complied, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. When he looked back down, his expression softened just a fraction, a profound intensity replacing the playful smirk. He carefully reached for the delicate straps of the lingerie, unhooking them with surprising patience, peeling the fabric back just enough to expose Ricky completely to his gaze, yet leaving the lace draped around his hips.
"Beautiful," Gyuvin whispered, honestly awed.
He shifted his weight, sliding down between Ricky’s thighs. Ricky’s legs parted instinctively, welcoming the weight, his knees hooking slightly over Gyuvin’s hips. The friction of Gyuvin's jeans against the soft fabric of the lingerie sent a sharp jolt of electricity straight down Ricky's spine.
Gyuvin leaned up, capturing Ricky's lips once more to drown out the sudden, sharp gasp that left Ricky's mouth as Gyuvin’s fingers found their place, beginning to prepare him with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the heat in his eyes. Ricky’s eyes closed tightly, his fingers tangling hopelessly in the bedsheets as he surrendered all control, letting Gyuvin set the pace for the rest of the night.
The heat in the room grew thicker, the air heavy with the sound of Ricky’s shallow breaths and the soft friction of skin against skin. Gyuvin stayed low between Ricky's thighs, his thumbs tracing the line of Ricky's hip bones where the green lace still clung, before shifting his focus to fully prepare him.
With agonizing slowness, Gyuvin lifted Ricky’s legs, draping them over his own broad shoulders. The position exposed Ricky completely, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he looked up at the ceiling, his fingers clutching the mattress. Gyuvin dipped his head, his tongue lashing smoothly and deliberately across the sensitive entrance he had been preparing.
Ricky arched off the bed with a sharp, choked gasp, his hands flying to Gyuvin’s hair. "G-Gyuvin—wait, that's—"
"Do you like it?" Gyuvin murmured against his skin, his breath hot and damp against Ricky’s inner thighs. He didn't wait for an answer, swirling his tongue flatly, pushing just deep enough to make Ricky’s toes curl. The intense, wet friction had Ricky whimpering openly, his composure utterly shattered as Gyuvin systematically dismantled his defenses, leaving him completely pliant and trembling.
When Gyuvin finally pulled back, Ricky let out a shaky, desperate breath, thinking the onslaught was over. But Gyuvin wasn't done. He moved up Ricky's body, pinning him down with his weight. While one hand reached down to guide himself inside with a slow, heavy push that drew a long, ragged moan from Ricky's lips, Gyuvin's other hand found the emerald lace still framing Ricky's chest.
Gyuvin bunched the delicate fabric up, using the rough texture of the lace to friction against Ricky's sensitive, hardened nipples. He pinched the peaks through the fabric, rolling them firmly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ah! Gyuvin, stop—no, don't stop," Ricky cried out, his voice cracking. The dual sensation of the thick fullness stretching him from below and the sharp, electric sparks from Gyuvin's teasing fingers up top was overwhelming. He threw his head back, his hips stuttering instinctively against Gyuvin's slow, deliberate thrusts.
Gyuvin leaned down, biting gently on Ricky’s earlobe. "You want to go faster?" he teased, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He stopped his movements entirely, burying himself deep inside Ricky and holding still, despite the frantic twitching of Ricky's muscles around him.
Ricky blinked through a haze of pleasure, looking up at Gyuvin with dark, demanding eyes. "Don't do this. Move."
"If you want it, take it," Gyuvin whispered, his hands gripping Ricky’s waist and carefully guiding him up.
Ricky groaned as the shift in position altered the angle inside him, hitting a spot that made his vision blur. Shaking but determined, Ricky swung his legs around, striding Gyuvin's lap. The emerald lingerie hung loosely around his waist now, completely ruined but incredibly hot. He rested his palms flat against Gyuvin’s solid chest for balance, looking down at him with a mix of defiance and raw desire.
Sinking down completely, Ricky let out a long, shuddering sigh as he took all of Gyuvin's length. He paused for a second to catch his breath, then began to lift and lower himself.
"Good boy," Gyuvin praised, his hands firmly locking onto Ricky's hips to help stabilize the frantic rhythm.
Ricky controlled the pace, grinding down heavily, his movements becoming faster and more uninhibited as the pleasure built. The green lace bounced against his skin with every rolling motion of his hips, a vivid reminder of how the night had started, completely eclipsed by the intense, raw rhythm they had found together.
Ricky’s breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, his blonde hair damp and clinging to his forehead as he kept up the grueling, intoxicating pace. Every time he came down, the friction of the crumpled green lace against his thighs and Gyuvin’s coarse denim underneath added fuel to the fire burning in his lower belly. He was completely focused on the friction inside him, his eyes closed tightly as he rode the wave of pleasure he was entirely in control of.
Gyuvin’s hands were tight on Ricky’s hips, not just guiding him anymore, but anchoring himself as Ricky’s movements grew more frantic. Gyuvin tilted his head back against the pillows, a low, guttural groan escaping his throat as Ricky squeezed him tightly with every upward motion.
"Ricky, look at me," Gyuvin ordered softly, his voice thick and strained.
Ricky forced his eyes open, his vision slightly blurred with tears of pleasure. He looked down into Gyuvin's dark, blown-out pupils. Seeing the absolute undone state of the younger boy gave Ricky a sudden surge of possessive energy. He arched his back, leaning forward to press his chest against Gyuvin's, his hands sliding up to lock behind Gyuvin's neck.
In this position, the angle shifted perfectly. Ricky let out a high, broken sob as he hit his own sweet spot repeatedly, his pace turning into a desperate, rolling grind.
Gyuvin couldn't just watch anymore. His grip on Ricky’s waist tightened until his knuckles turned white. With a sudden, forceful heave, Gyuvin met Ricky's down-strokes with powerful, upward thrusts of his own hips, overriding Ricky's control.
"G-Gyuvin! Too fast—ah!" Ricky cried out, his fingers digging deep into the muscles of Gyuvin's shoulders. The dual rhythm was overwhelming, sending him right over the edge. The muscles tight around Gyuvin clamped down in a violent, involuntary spasm as Ricky came, a messy, shuddering release that spilled between their chests.
The tight, crushing friction was the final straw for Gyuvin. With a heavy, muffled shout into the crook of Ricky's neck, Gyuvin thrust up hard one last time, filling him completely as his own release tore through him.
The room fell quiet, save for the heavy, desperate sound of them trying to catch their breath. Ricky collapsed forward, his head resting heavily on Gyuvin's shoulder, completely spent and trembling. Gyuvin wrapped his arms securely around Ricky’s waist, holding him close as the aftershocks slowly faded away, the ruined emerald lace finally forgotten in the tangled sheets.
The heavy silence of the room was broken only by the sound of Ricky’s rapid, shallow breathing. He lay completely limp against Gyuvin’s chest, his muscles twitching faintly from the sheer intensity of the release that had just wracked his body. Every nerve ending felt raw, hyper-sensitive, and completely exposed.
Gyuvin, still breathing heavily, shifted slightly beneath him. The small movement caused a subtle friction inside Ricky, and a sharp, involuntary gasp cut through the quiet air.
"G-Gyuvin, don't move," Ricky choked out, his voice trembling violently. He tried to pull away, to lift his hips off Gyuvin’s lap, but his legs felt like lead.
Instead of letting him retreat, Gyuvin’s hands remained firmly wrapped around Ricky's waist. The heat of Gyuvin's palms against his bare skin felt almost like a burn now, sending electric shocks straight up Ricky's spine.
"Still so tight," Gyuvin whispered, his voice dark and raspy with lingering arousal. He deliberately twitched his hips upward, just a fraction of an inch.
"Ah! No, stop, please—" Ricky arched his back sharply, a high, broken sob tearing from his throat. The sensation was too much. The pleasure had crossed the line into an overwhelming, agonizing ache. His chest heaved as he tried to find air, his fingers clawing weakly at Gyuvin’s shoulders. "It's too much... I can't."
Seeing Ricky completely undone, stripped of all his usual cool composure, only fueled Gyuvin’s possessiveness. He didn't pull out. Instead, he leaned up, trapping Ricky’s lips in a deep, wet kiss to stifle his cries, while his thumb found one of Ricky's nipples through the damp, tangled emerald lace. He gave it a firm, agonizing pinch.
Ricky whined directly into Gyuvin's mouth, his entire body shuddering violently. Tears finally leaked from the corners of his tightly shut eyes, tracing down his flushed cheeks. His hips bucked instinctively against the overstimulation, which only forced Gyuvin deeper inside him, triggering another wave of overwhelming sensation that made Ricky's vision go completely white.
"You're so sensitive, Ricky," Gyuvin murmured against his lips, watching the way Ricky’s chest rose and fell in frantic, short gasps. Gyuvin began a slow, agonizingly deliberate grind, petting Ricky’s hair with one hand while ruthlessly keeping him pinned in place with the other, forcing him to endure every single friction until he was completely breathless and spent.
Ricky’s body was stretched to its absolute limit, the continuous, slow friction of Gyuvin's hips pushing him past the point of no return. He had already spent everything he had, but the merciless overstimulation kept dragging his raw nerve endings back to the precipice.
"Gyuvin, please, there's... there's nothing left," Ricky sobbed out, his head thrashing against Gyuvin's shoulder. His voice was completely broken, stripped of any remaining pride.
Gyuvin didn't let up, his pace remaining agonizingly steady. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around the base of Ricky’s length, clamping down firmly to prevent any ease of pressure while his hips kept up the deep, rhythmic friction inside.
The sensation crossed into pure, blinding overload. Ricky’s entire body went completely rigid. His toes curled, his back arched into a painful, beautiful curve, and a silent, choked scream trapped itself in his throat. His lower abdominal muscles locked into a violent, prolonged spasm as he came dry—his body mimicking the intense, crushing contractions of an orgasm, but with nothing left to release. The sheer intensity of the dry climax made his vision blur into darkness for a few terrifying, euphoric seconds, his chest heaving as he collapsed entirely onto Gyuvin's chest, twitching weakly.
Recognizing the finality of the crash, Gyuvin immediately stopped moving. The dark, possessive heat in his eyes instantly melted away, replaced by a soft, fierce protectiveness. He let out a long breath, carefully sliding out of Ricky’s lax body, a quiet groan escaping him at the friction.
"I've got you. You're okay," Gyuvin murmured, his voice now incredibly gentle.
He didn't waste a second. Carefully lifting Ricky's limp, trembling frame, he shifted them both out of the damp center of the bed. Ricky was completely unresponsive, staring blankly at the wall, his chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted pants, his skin covered in a fine layer of sweat. The ruined green lace was tangled awkwardly around his waist; Gyuvin gently unhooked it, sliding the fabric down Ricky's legs and tossing it to the floor without a second thought.
Gyuvin pulled the heavy, soft duvet over Ricky’s shivering body, tucking him in securely. He disappeared into the bathroom for a brief moment, returning with a warm, damp washcloth and a tall glass of water.
Slipping back under the covers, Gyuvin pulled Ricky’s back against his chest, spooning him securely. With slow, meticulous movements, he used the warm cloth to clean Ricky’s thighs and stomach, wiping away the remnants of the night with a tenderness that felt like a silent apology. Ricky let out a low, shaky sigh, finally relaxing his tense shoulders and leaning back into Gyuvin's solid warmth.
"Drink a little bit," Gyuvin whispered, pressing the rim of the glass to Ricky’s pale lips.
Ricky took a few small, slow sips, the cool water anchoring him back to reality. When he was done, Gyuvin set the glass on the nightstand and wrapped both arms tightly around Ricky’s waist, burying his face in the nape of Ricky’s neck, kissing the skin he had bruised earlier.
"You did so well," Gyuvin murmured against his skin, his large hands slowly rubbing circles into Ricky’s hip bones to soothe the ache.
Ricky didn't say anything—he didn't have the energy—but he reached down, his fingers tangling with Gyuvin's over his stomach, squeezing weakly in acknowledgment. Safe, warm, and completely taken care of, Ricky finally let his eyes close, drifting off to sleep to the steady, comforting rhythm of Gyuvin’s heartbeat against his back.