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United States of America, Earth-455
POV: Seong Gi-hun from Earth-455
Sometimes, Gi-hun wondered why their kissing sessions never escalated into anything more.
They had been sharing a bed for months now, and they kissed often. A lot, actually. So much so that it had become a habit—something natural between them.
But it always stopped there.
No matter how heated it got, no matter how long Gi-hun pressed against In-ho, no matter how breathless In-ho was when he finally pulled away—one of them always stopped.
And it wasn’t always the same person, either. Sometimes it was Gi-hun, unsure if pushing for more would ruin something between them. Other times, it was In-ho, pulling away with a quiet, unreadable look before settling beside him like nothing had happened.
“We should sleep,” one of them would say. And then they did. Both of them completely ignoring the stiffness in between their legs. Both of them never getting any sort of relief.
Which was fine, for the most part, but at some point, it did begin to drive Gi-hun mad.
Because how much longer were they going to pretend? How many more nights was he supposed to just roll over and pretend he didn’t want more? Pretend he wasn’t thinking about it every time In-ho pressed in close?
Gi-hun knew In-ho wanted this. He could feel it.
But still, they stayed in this maddening, unspoken limbo. He had no idea why.
One night, after In-ho pulled away, his lips red and eyes wide with what can only be described as lust, Gi-hun snapped.
Not directly at him, no.
Instead, he just moved the covers away, trying to conceal his hard-on as though it was something to still be ashamed of.
“I—I have to go to the bathroom,” Gi-hun muttered, already moving to push himself off the bed.
He didn’t wait for In-ho to say anything.
His legs felt unsteady as he made his way across the room, but he didn’t let himself stop. He opened the door, stepped inside, and clicked the lock shut behind him.
Then, he braced both hands against the sink, exhaling shakily.
Fuck.
He had never done this before. Not while thinking about In-ho anyway.
And yet, the urge had become unbearable.
He bit his lip, looking at himself in the mirror. Absolutely pathetic, he thought to himself, and yet his fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants and underwear, and he pushed them down slowly. Guiltily.
The image of In-ho’s red lips and devious smirk flashed in his mind, and it became impossible to resist.
Gi-hun squeezed his eyes shut.
The second he touched himself, his breath hitched.
It had been so long since he last came. So long since he felt this sort of carnal pleasure. He was sensitive, and it ached. His whole body burned from how much he had been holding back these past few weeks.
He kept biting his lip, trying to keep quiet. He didn’t want In-ho to hear this. It was humiliating how desperate he sounded.
Gi-hun leaned forward, resting his forehead against the mirror. His free hand gripped the sink, his body trembling as he stroked himself. It had been so long since his last, it obviously wasn’t going to take much effort.
It didn’t help, either, that he imagined that it was In-ho’s hands that were wrapped around him.
In-ho wasn’t the type to be rushed. He would take his time and move his fingers slowly, just to drive Gi-hun insane.
Gi-hun groaned softly, muffling the sound against his own wrist, his body shuddering at the thought.
Would he tease him?
Probably.
He could already imagine the way In-ho would smirk, watching him squirm. The way he’d drag his fingers along the tip before pulling back, waiting for Gi-hun to beg for more.
And fuck, maybe he would beg.
His hips jerked forward into his own grip, the pressure coiling tighter in his stomach, sharp and unbearable.
He thought about In-ho looking at him, not with that unreadable expression he always wore but something else—something hungry.
Gi-hun swallowed a whimper. “In-ho—” he whispered.
And just like that, the tension snapped, and pleasure crashed through him as he came all over the sink. His eyes snapped open and his chest heaved as he stared at the mess he made.
Had he been too loud? Did In-ho hear anything?
His hands shook as he reached for the faucet, twisting the handle so harshly, water splashed against him. He yelped as cold hit his skin and immediately turned down the pressure.
“Are you okay?” In-ho’s voice called from the room.
Fuck.
“Y—yeah!” Gi-hun replied, trying to clean himself up. His dick was sensitive, and he almost yelped again when he touched it.
Eventually, he did manage to rinse everything off.
When he unlocked the door and walked back into the room, In-ho was sitting up on the bed, staring at him with a small frown.
“Why are you sweating so much?” In-ho asked, and Gi-hun didn’t know if he was actually oblivious or if he was just toying with Gi-hun.
“Took a shit,” Gi-hun muttered, climbing back into bed. “It was a lot of effort.”
“Uh-huh.” In-ho watched him carefully. Gi-hun couldn’t look him in the eye any longer, so lied down on the bed and turned around to face the other way.
“I know you got yourself off,” In-ho said after a moment of silence.
Gi-hun froze, and a blush crept up his cheeks. His face burned. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady his breathing. He didn’t even understand why he was so embarrassed.
“No, I didn’t,” he finally managed, voice strangled.
There was sigh from somewhere above him.
“Hyung,” In-ho said. “You could’ve just stayed here.”
Gi-hun’s fingers curled into the sheets. “And then what?”
“And then you wouldn’t have had to do it alone,” In-ho said. A hand came up to touch Gi-hun’s arm, squeezing it gently. “Why are you avoiding me?” Gi-hun could feel In-ho’s breath right above him, watching him carefully. Observing.
“I’m not avoiding you,” he muttered.
In-ho hummed, unconvinced. “Then look at me.”
Gi-hun thought about it, huffed, then finally flipped around so he was looking at In-ho. “Happy?”
“Are you embarrassed?” In-ho asked.
“I don’t know,” said Gi-hun. “Maybe.”
In-ho slid down so he was lying right next to him. He turned to his side as well, and just like that, Gi-hun found himself face-to-face with In-ho.
“Why?” In-ho asked, his voice soft and sweet, and god, it made Gi-hun want to cry.
“I—” Gi-hun licked his lips. He felt a blush on his cheeks again. “It’s a boundary we’ve never crossed, and I don’t know how to.” He looked away. “I’ve never—I’ve never crossed it with a man either.”
In-ho was quiet for a moment, just watching him.
Gi-hun had to remind himself to breathe. He felt ridiculous, saying it out loud. He felt like a teenager again, new to the idea of sex and desire. It was embarrassing to be this bothered, especially when In-ho was lying in front of him with what could only be described as the epitome of composure.
After a beat, In-ho shifted, his hand coming up to cradle Gi-hun’s face.
“We can figure that out together,” he murmured. “You don’t have to know everything.”
Gi-hun’s eyes flickered up, meeting In-ho’s. “You’re really not nervous about this?”
For the first time, In-ho hesitated. Just for a second.
Then, quietly—“Of course I am.”
Gi-hun nodded slowly, taking in In-ho’s words. Suddenly, his fear had finally settled and it was replaced with something else. Something more akin to want.
“Okay… okay, so if we’re going to do this—” he began to sit up, looking around the room, “—how do we—"
In-ho tugged him back down with a small smile. “Don’t get too excited, hyung,” he said. “We can’t do it now.”
Gi-hun frowned. “What? Why not?”
A small laugh escaped In-ho’s lips.
“We’re not young anymore, remember?” he said. “I think you’re done for tonight.”
Gi-hun paused at that. Once he processed it, he let out a groan and immediately shoved his face into the pillow.
Of course he was done for tonight—he had barely managed to walk back to bed without collapsing from how sensitive he’d been earlier. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go again so soon, but somehow, in all his excitement, it had just slipped his mind.
“I—” He exhaled sharply, still refusing to lift his head. “I forgot.”
In-ho chuckled, clearly way too amused by this. “I can tell.”
Gi-hun groaned again, dragging the pillow over his face. “This is so embarrassing.”
In-ho pulled it away with ease, smiling down at him. “I’d argue it’s quite adorable.”
Gi-hun squinted up at him. “Please shut up.”
“Make me,” In-ho said, and Gi-hun hated the way his stomach flipped at that.
But then In-ho’s smile softened, and he reached out, brushing a thumb along Gi-hun’s cheek. “Tomorrow,” he murmured.
Gi-hun blinked, warmth creeping up his neck again. “Tomorrow?”
“If you still want to,” In-ho said, watching him closely.
Gi-hun swallowed. “I do.”
“Okay,” In-ho said. He leaned down to give Gi-hun a quick peck. “It’s settled then.”
Gi-hun woke up feeling restless.
His body felt hypersensitive—like his skin was too tight, like every movement, every brush of fabric, every breath only reminded him of what was coming.
He turned onto his side, watching as In-ho stirred slightly, exhaling a deep breath through his nose. His lashes fluttered, his brows furrowing just a little before his eyes finally cracked open.
He was beautiful.
In-ho’s voice was rough with sleep when he finally spoke. “You’re staring.”
“I know,” Gi-hun said. And yet, he couldn’t stop. He stared a little more then finally said, “So, when can we—you know…”
In-ho chuckled, low and amused. “Hyung, we just woke up.”
Gi-hun shifted closer. “So?”
In-ho hummed, his fingers finally moving, ghosting over Gi-hun’s wrist—light, teasing, and making him ache. “Patience,” he said. Then, he pulled away. “Let’s go eat first.”
Gi-hun groaned dramatically, flopping onto his back. “You’re killing me,” he said with no malice at all.
It was all part of the game, and he was excited to play.
Two could play the teasing game, Gi-hun decided. Which was why, when In-ho began to cook, Gi-hun decided to hug In-ho from behind and gently graze over his groin area.
“Smells delicious,” Gi-hun said casually, trying to play it off.
In-ho laughed, batting him away. “I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work.”
Gi-hun pouted but didn’t let go completely, instead pressing his chest flush against In-ho’s back, his arms tightening just slightly around his waist. “What am I trying to do?” he asked, voice all innocent.
In-ho scoffed. “Hyung, stop it.”
“What?” Gi-hun buried his face against the crook of In-ho’s neck, inhaling deeply. “I’m just being affectionate.”
In-ho let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head as he flipped something in the pan. But Gi-hun felt it—the way his breath hitched, the way his body tensed for just a fraction of a second when Gi-hun’s hands slid a little lower, fingertips pressing just lightly against the waistband of his pants.
Gi-hun smirked against his skin. “You sure it won’t work?”
In-ho’s grip on the spatula tightened. “I’m sure.”
And yet, when Gi-hun pressed a little closer, trailing his lips against the shell of his ear, he felt In-ho’s breath stutter.
Gi-hun grinned.
He was going to win this.
Or at least—
That was what he thought.
Because just as he was about to take things a little further, In-ho suddenly spun around, crowding him, forcing Gi-hun to stumble back against the counter.
The shift was so sudden, Gi-hun barely had time to process it before In-ho’s lips were ghosting over his, his hands braced against the counter on either side of Gi-hun. “I said stop,” he murmured.
And fuck.
Gi-hun could feel his pants tightening just a little bit.
In-ho’s gaze flickered down, staring at Gi-hun’s growing bulge. He smirked. “Cute.”
Then, because he was cruel, he grabbed Gi-hun’s chin like he was about to kiss him and… abruptly pulled away.
Gi-hun gaped at him. “You asshole.”
In-ho turned back to the stove as though nothing happened. “Breakfast first,” he said.
“I hate you,” Gi-hun said.
“Oh, please.” In-ho looked back at him with a smile. “You enjoy it.”
And, god dammit, he was right.
The second breakfast was over, Gi-hun’s playful energy had turn into something more nervous. The longer he waited, the more anxious he became, it seemed.
In-ho, of course, looked completely fine.
One day, Gi-hun hoped that he would be able to read In-ho better. To know what he was thinking in times like these. In-ho just hid it too well.
He finished washing the dishes like it was just another day, drying his hands with unhurried ease. If anything, he seemed amused by Gi-hun’s shifting, the way his fingers tapped against the counter, the way he kept sneaking glances at In-ho because he didn’t know what to do with himself.
When In-ho finally turned to face him, Gi-hun’s fingers paused their movements.
Then In-ho smiled, tilting his head toward the hallway. “Shall we?”
Gi-hun swallowed and nodded. He followed In-ho into their bedroom, heart hammering with each step that he took.
By the time they reached the bedroom, his palms were sweaty and his throat was impossibly dry.
The door clicked shut.
Gi-hun ran a shaky hand through his hair.
In-ho stood in front of him, watching quietly. Then, he took a step forward. And another. And suddenly, they were kissing.
“Hyung,” In-ho murmured between kisses, “do you want to,” he kissed him again, “be the one,” and again, “to fuck me,” and again, “or may I?”
Gi-hun paused, pulling away for just a second. “I… I don’t mind if you do it.” He would probably falter if he was the one to do it. Plus, In-ho was clearly the one that was more in shape. More stamina.
“Okay, well, you should probably clean up first then,” In-ho said.
Gi-hun frowned. “What do you mean?”
In-ho chuckled softly. “Gi-hun, you’re not a woman. We can’t just… do it. You have to clean yourself beforehand.”
Gi-hun blinked. “Uhm, how?”
“That I’m not sure of…” In-ho thought about it for a second, then he walked over to the bedside table and picked up his phone. After a few seconds of searching, he finally said, “It says here you can use the shower to wash yourself. Just use the spray to get the water inside.”
At the thought of doing that, Gi-hun turned beet red. “Seriously?”
In-ho put his phone down, looking back at him. “Do you want help?”
“No!” The thought of cleaning himself already sounded awkward enough, Gi-hun couldn’t even begin to imagine how humiliating it would be to have In-ho do it for him. “It’s fine, I—I got it.”
Gi-hun made his way towards the bathroom with a small sigh.
The things he did for this man.
When he walked back into the bedroom, there was a bottle of lube on the bedside table.
“Where did you get that?” Gi-hun asked. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but that was about it.
In-ho, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at him almost sheepishly. “I bought it a few weeks ago.” He paused, then added, “You’re not the only one that has been wanting this to happen, you know?”
“I guess I should be thankful then,” Gi-hun said with an awkward chuckle. “I imagine it would hurt a lot without lube.”
In-ho frowned. “I wouldn’t even agree to this if we didn’t have lube. I wouldn’t hurt you like that.”
Not anymore, Gi-hun thought intrusively. He blinked and stamped down the idea. It happened sometimes—him and In-ho would be perfectly fine and then he’d get hit by a bitter thought again.
The thought was fleeting, though, and he ignored it entirely.
“So, how do we do this?” Gi-hun asked.
“Come sit next to me,” In-ho said.
Gi-hun took tentative steps forward and sat down beside In-ho, the mattress dipping slightly as he did. He felt stupid in his towel, considering In-ho was still fully dressed, but it was too late to change it now.
In-ho turned to face him, his hand moving up to hold Gi-hun’s face. “Tell me if I do anything that doesn’t feel good, okay?”
Gi-hun nodded, exhaling shakily. “Yeah. Okay.”
Then, In-ho pulled him in by the back of his head and kissed him. Gi-hun melted into it, and a soft moan escaped him as In-ho slipped a tongue into his mouth.
Gi-hun’s body reacted before his mind could catch up.
The feeling of In-ho’s tongue against his made his stomach curl. He gripped at the sheets for a moment, hesitating, before he finally reached out, his hand skimming the hem of In-ho’s shirt.
In-ho made a quiet noise against his lips, something low and pleased, and fuck, it sent a shiver down Gi-hun’s spine.
Gi-hun felt bare in comparison, though, especially as his hands grazed over the clothing wrapped around In-ho. The unfairness gnawed at him.
With a shaky breath, Gi-hun pulled back slightly just to mutter, “You’re wearing too much.”
In-ho parted his lips for a moment, about to say something, then he shook his head and sat back, putting his fingers under his shirt. “I have scars, by the way,” he said. He tried to make it sound casual, but Gi-hun could hear the slight insecurity behind it.
Now it was Gi-hun’s turn to laugh. “Do you really think I’d care?”
In-ho smiled wryly. “I just wanted to warn you.” With that, he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing every bit of his upper body to Gi-hun.
Gi-hun’s breath hitched. In-ho’s body was perfect.
He reached out, his fingers ghosting over a light scar on In-ho’s abdomen. He didn’t ask for a story. He didn’t need to. It didn’t matter now.
Gi-hun kissed him again, more passionately this time. And he let his hands wander over to In-ho’s pants, groping the bulge through the cloth. Just enough to tease.
In-ho exhaled slowly, then after a moment, he reached out, his hands finding the edge of Gi-hun’s towel.
Gi-hun’s breath caught.
“May I?” he murmured.
Gi-hun nodded, throat too dry to speak.
In-ho’s fingers brushed against his waist teasingly, then pulled.
The towel slipped away, leaving Gi-hun completely bare.
“Fuck,” In-ho breathed out. He trailed his fingers lightly along Gi-hun’s thigh. “You’re gorgeous.” His fingers continued to move over Gi-hun’s skin, close enough but never quite touching where Gi-hun needed it most.
Gi-hun groaned, tilting his head back against the pillow. “Are you going to do something or just stare at me all night?”
“So impatient,” In-ho said, amused. Then, he wrapped his left hand loosely around Gi-hun’s cock, giving it a light jerk. Enough to tease but not enough to actually feel good.
Gi-hun twitched, his breath stuttering. “In-ho—”
“Shh.”
A soft kiss on his lips.
Gi-hun closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.
Then, In-ho moved off the bed. He slid to the floor, getting on his knees and in between Gi-hun’s legs. He pressed a kiss on Gi-hun’s inner thigh.
Fuck, Gi-hun thought. This was going to be the death of him.
In-ho glanced up at him, eyes sparkling. “You can grab my hair as you please,” he said before looking back down.
He gave the tip the smallest of licks. Gi-hun gripped the sheets tightly.
God.
Then, finally, In-ho leaned down and took him in his mouth.
“Shit—"
The wet heath of In-ho’s mouth nearly knocked the breath out of him. One hand flew to In-ho’s grasp hair while the other trembled against the sheets.
The sight of In-ho between his legs, his lips wrapped around him, his hands resting lightly on Gi-hun’s thighs—it was almost enough to undo him right then and there.
Then, In-ho began swirling his tongue against the tip as he moved his head up and down. Fucking hell.
“When the fuck—” Gi-hun gasped “—did you learn how to suck a dick?”
In-ho laughed a little, the vibration sending a jolt through Gi-hun’s body. He pulled back, forcing Gi-hun to let go of him. “Have you never had your dick sucked, hyung?”
“Of course I have!”
In-ho shrugged. “Then you know what feels good, don’t you?”
“I—I guess,” Gi-hun said.
In-ho wiped his lips with the back of his hand and stood up. He nodded towards the bed. “Alright, lay down.”
Gi-hun looked behind him. “Uh, on my stomach or back?”
“What are you comfortable with?”
“I’m okay either way,” Gi-hun said.
In-ho thought about it for a moment. “Well, I would love to see your face.”
Gi-hun swallowed hard, nodding as he laid back against the pillows. His skin was already hot, every nerve still buzzing from In-ho’s mouth.
In-ho climbed over him, hands firm against his thighs as he settled between them. “I’ll go slow,” he said, reaching for the bottle of lube beside them. He poured some on his fingers and also wiped it against Gi-hun’s hole.
Gi-hun nodded, his heart pounding as he spread his legs more.
Then, gently, In-ho inserted one finger in.
It was strange. One cool, slick finger pressing somewhere inside that Gi-hun had never felt before. He exhaled sharply, his body instinctively tensing.
“Relax,” In-ho murmured, his free hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against Gi-hun’s hip. “Just breathe.”
Gi-hun tried. He really did.
But when In-ho pushed in deeper, a sharp sting had him flinching. It was too tight and painful.
In-ho stilled immediately. “Too much?”
Gi-hun clenched his jaw, shifting uncomfortably. “I—maybe? I don’t know if—I don’t know if this is how it’s supposed to feel.”
In-ho withdrew his finger, pursing his lips. “Might be the position.” He sat back. “Are you okay with being on your hands and knees?”
Gi-hun hesitated for only a second before nodding. He shifted onto his hands and knees, feeling a little embarrassed at the vulnerability of the position, but In-ho didn’t tease him for it. Instead, he ran a soothing hand down Gi-hun’s back.
“Let’s try this again,” In-ho said, adding more lube to his fingers.
This time, when In-ho pressed a slick finger inside him, it felt better. The angle helped, and while it was still unfamiliar, there wasn’t that same sharp sting as before.
“How does that feel?” In-ho asked.
“Good,” Gi-hun said, gasping a little when In-ho began to move his fingers in and out.
In-ho took his time, coaxing Gi-hun’s body into accepting the sensation. Then, once he felt Gi-hun relax more, he added a second finger.
Gi-hun breathed through it, fingers gripping the sheets.
“Still okay?” In-ho murmured, his free hand pressing a reassuring touch to Gi-hun’s lower back.
Gi-hun let out a slow, steady breath. “Y—yeah.”
In-ho leaned in, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered.
Suddenly, In-ho dug his fingers in deeper and curled them a little, pressing into something deep inside Gi-hun.
Gi-hun gasped, his whole body jerking.
“Fuck—what—”
“That feel good, hyung?” he murmured, continually pressing the same spot over and over again.
Gi-hun shuddered, gripping the sheets tighter. His breath was coming out in shallow, uneven gasps now. The initial discomfort had melted into something else—something hotter and needier. He could only nod, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise. It was humiliating how quickly the pleasure was overtaking him, how he was already panting, desperate for more.
“Fuck, if you could see yourself,” In-ho breathed, watching the way Gi-hun reacted to him. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Please—” was all Gi-hun could manage. A broken plea as his arms trembled in an effort to keep himself up.
In-ho let out a quiet groan at that, his hands smoothing over Gi-hun’s trembling thighs.
"Yeah?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the dip of Gi-hun’s spine. "Are you ready for me?”
Gi-hun could only nod, pushing back slightly against In-ho’s hands, desperate for more, for anything.
In-ho took his fingers out, making Gi-hun whine.
“Patience, hyung,” In-ho said with an amused chuckle.
There was a rustling of fabric as In-ho finally stripped away the last barrier between them. In-ho added more lube to both himself and Gi-hun’s hole. And then, the bed dipped as In-ho positioned himself behind Gi-hun.
Gi-hun's breath hitched.
In-ho ran his hands up Gi-hun’s waist, steadying him. “Breathe,” he murmured.
Gi-hun barely managed a shaky inhale before In-ho finally pushed in.
“Fuck,” Gi-hun gasped.
In-ho stilled the moment he was in, his hands holding Gi-hun’s hips, grounding him. “Is it too much?”
Gi-hun shook his head, trying to will his body to relax. “No, just—just give me a second.”
“Take all the time you need,” In-ho said, not moving at all. His hands squeezed Gi-hun’s waist, reassuring him.
Gi-hun focused on that—the warmth of In-ho’s hands, the steady weight behind him, the quiet patience.
Slowly, the initial sting faded, replaced only with a pleasurable fullness that made Gi-hun want more. He exhaled, licking his lips before saying, “You can move now.”
In-ho hummed in acknowledgment, his grip around Gi-hun’s waist tightening as he pulled back just a little bit before thrusting back in.
The heat between them built quickly, every roll of In-ho’s hips making Gi-hun shudder, pleasure curling tighter in his stomach. But just as Gi-hun was about to get lost in it, he realized—
“I want to see you,” he said.
In-ho’s thrusts slowed down. “I thought it hurts—”
Gi-hun shook his head, almost frantic. “I might be looser now. Please.”
A beat of silence, then In-ho slowly pulled out. He guided Gi-hun onto his back. Gi-hun lifted and spread his legs, but the second In-ho pushed back in, he winced.
In-ho stopped. “Yeah, no, that is not happening.”
Gi-hun exhaled, shifting slightly, frustrated. “Fuck, I thought it would be fine.”
In-ho bit his lip, looking around the room. Then, he reached for the extra pillow on their bed. “I’m not sure if this works on men, but I suppose it is worth trying.” He lifted Gi-hun’s hips up and slid the pillow underneath.
Gi-hun raised his eyebrows, surprised by how the new position took the strain off his lower back, making him feel much looser and relaxed.
This time, when In-ho pushed back in, it was different. The pillow helped, and the stretch, while still there, wasn’t as overwhelming.
“Still good?” In-ho murmured, his voice quieter now, focused.
Gi-hun nodded and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the sensation of In-ho rocking his hips back and forth.
A breath ghosted over his lips as In-ho bent down to give him a kiss.
“You feel so good, hyung,” In-ho said, his breathing getting heavier. “Is it alright if I go faster?”
“Nngh, yes, please,” Gi-hun managed as he wrapped his legs around In-ho’s waist.
In-ho groaned, leaning forward as he began to move his hips at a quicker pace. He dug deeper, hitting Gi-hun in all the right spots.
Gi-hun gasped, his back arching slightly off the bed. The change in pace sent a shockwave of pleasure through him, making his mind spin.
“You’re—fuck—you feel so good,” In-ho huffed, his voice rough, almost desperate. He kissed Gi-hun again, sloppy and needy.
Gi-hun melted into it, moaning into In-ho’s mouth as pleasure built fast in his stomach, coiling so tight it was almost unbearable.
“Hyung, I’m not going to last very long,” In-ho groaned.
“Me neither,” Gi-hun said, his fingers digging into In-ho’s back as he held on tightly.
Then—fuck—In-ho’s hand slid between them, wrapping firmly around Gi-hun’s cock.
Gi-hun gasped, jerking at the sensation.
He shuddered as In-ho’s hands moved in rhythm with his thrusts. He clung to In-ho, breathless.
“In-ho,” he moaned, tilting his head back against the pillows. His legs trembled as pleasure ripped through him.
In-ho’s pace turned rougher and more erratic. “I’m close,” he panted, breathing ragged. “Where do you want me to come?”
Gi-hun could barely even think, his mind drowning in the amount of sensation his body was experiencing. But in his haze, he managed to stutter out, “Inside. It’s okay.”
In-ho let out a deep, shaky groan as he continued to thrust in and out, his movements becoming more and more desperate.
Then, suddenly, his thrusts slowed, and he let out a broken moan as his whole body tensing as he came inside Gi-hun. His hand continued to jerk Gi-hun’s cock, and it didn’t take long for Gi-hun to follow, pleasure crashing over him, sharp and overwhelming
His body shook as cum splattered between them, and he gasped as In-ho continued to stroke him, letting him ride out the high of the orgasm.
For a long moment, neither of them moved—just breathing, coming down. Their bodies pressed together, warm and satiated.
Then, In-ho leaned down and kissed him softly.
“How was that?” he asked, his forehead damp with sweat.
Gi-hun closed his eyes, smiling lazily. “Really good,” he mumbled.
In-ho smiled back and pulled out. Gi-hun winced at the movement, and warm liquid spilled between his legs, a mess already forming beneath him.
“Stay here,” In-ho said, getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. He walked back in with a roll of tissue in hand. He tore off a few pieces and sat between Gi-hun’s legs, wiping him down carefully.
Gi-hun let his head rest against the pillow, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
It was nice, the way In-ho cared for him. He took his time, making sure Gi-hun was clean before tossing the used tissue in the trash.
Then, In-ho wiped his own stomach, cleaning off the lingering mess between them. He did the same for his softening cock, his movements quick and efficient before tossing the last of the tissues away.
“We should shower,” In-ho said.
Gi-hun scrunched his nose. “I’m tired.”
“Come on, hyung, you don’t want to spend the rest of the day with remnants of cum between your legs.”
“Some people are into that,” Gi-hun said with a yawn.
In-ho rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I don’t think you’re one of them,” he said, grabbing Gi-hun’s wrist and giving it a small tug. “Come on.”
Gi-hun groaned but allowed himself to be pulled up, legs still a little unsteady. “Fine, fine,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.
In-ho steadied him with one hand, turning to guide him towards the bathroom. But before they took a step, Gi-hun paused.
“In-ho-ya,” he said softly.
In-ho turned back, raising his eyebrows a little. “Yes?”
Gi-hun swallowed, suddenly feeling a little shy—which was ridiculous, considering what they just did. But still, he forced himself to meet In-ho’s gaze.
“Thank you.” For taking care of me. For cherishing me.
In-ho blinked, clearly not expecting that. His expression softened. “I should be thanking you, hyung.”
Gi-hun let out a quiet breath, his lips twitching into a small, tired smile. He had no reason to argue, anyway.
After all, they both owed each other everything and nothing all at once.