one more baby! no more! no less!

Just have another one.

Jun-ho means it as a joke. Of course he does. They can't actually have another kid. In-ho even throws his head back laughing at it. But Gi-hun's eyes narrow to the hollow of his husband's throat. The way his shirt clings to his biceps. The way his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.

More so, Gi-hun sees how great a father In-ho is to their two daughters. So, really, what's so funny about if they had another one?

-OR-
With both their daughters growing up, Gi-hun realizes he wants another one. Wet & messiness ensues!

Notes:

Hi everyone! Woah! It's been a while!!! I've missed you guys and this fandom! A couple things to answer some maybe questions:
*IWLYD (my long fic) is not over! I actually became a whole ass teacher this past semester and committed to a grad school during it so you can imagine how wild life got! Shoutout to those with full time jobs writing consistently on ao3 I wanna be like you.
*I'm about 3 chapters into the update for iwlyd! I had to rewrite a few (many) times because I just wasn't satisfied. I hope you guys will like it!
*I'm not dead! If you had me on socials and are wondering what happened to me, I literally just decided to delete my socials because again life got busy LOL. Promise I'm not hiding!

Anyway, I wanted to upload this on my bday which was like 2 weeks ago now, but I'm extremely self indulgent and this got longer than I thought it'd be! Please lmk your thoughts! It's my first smut oneshot in a while!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Tomorrow is going to be the worst day of Seong Gi-hun's life.

And, no, that's not an exaggeration. This trumps any games he's ever played. It trumps any tragedy or grief that has ever stricken his heart.

Because tomorrow is Si-won's first day of preschool.

"Yeobo," Gi-hun begins, rummaging through their bedroom dresser. "Please tell me you have the diaper bag."

In-ho nods, and as if to prove his point, tosses a large sack atop the bed. "Packing it right now." He stuffs an ungodly amount of diapers and wet wipes inside. "Is this enough?"

Gi-hun doesn't even look up. "Whatever you have, triple it."

Really, it's not preschool. It's technically daycare. It doesn't matter what it is. Not really. Because, to Gi-hun, it's the end of the world. Just a few months ago, they had moved their baby from her crib to a bed. A real bed.

A big girl bed.

And Gi-hun curses the day he ever teased In-ho for crying over their girls growing up "too fast." In-ho may not be right about a lot of things (he rarely is), but he was certainly right about that.

In-ho frowns. "Do we really need this many? She doesn't even use diapers anymore, and—"

"In-ho-ya. Trust me. She's gonna need it."

Knowing better than to argue with his husband, In-ho doesn't ask any further questions. He simply stuffs Si-won's diaper bag until it's ready to burst.

"Appa? Sae-appa?"

Gi-hun looks up from the dresser. Ga-yeong stands at their bedroom door, her eye mask pulled haphazardly onto her forehead.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "It's nearly ten, baby. You have school tomorrow."

She rolls her eyes. "Yea, I know. You're just being so loud that you woke me up." She places a hand on her hip. "I understand you guys are having some…" She gestures at her parents, trying her best to be empathetic. "…mid-life crisis. But can you do it quieter?"

She pauses, eyes landing on the diaper bag.

"And are you serious?!" she cries, storming over to her step-father. She digs into the bag and tosses a few diapers into the air. "Si-won isn't gonna shit herself every five minutes!"

Gi-hun's eyes turn into narrow slits.

"You don't know that."

"I'm taking these," Ga-yeong insists, bringing the diapers with her as she stomps down the hall. "And keep it down!"

With a slam of her door, Gi-hun and In-ho are left to their devices. They stare at one another, exhausted and absolutely unprepared for tomorrow.

"You know," In-ho begins. He sets the bag aside and walks over to his husband, placing a hand over his. "It's fine. She's gonna be fine. I think she's gonna love it there." He stares down at where he rubs a thumb over the back of Gi-hun's hand. "She's a big girl now."

That's the problem, Gi-hun thinks.

"Yea," he settles on instead.

"Let's get some sleep," In-ho suggests. He tugs slightly, forcing his husband to leave their preparations for the morning. "We both had work today. We'e both tired. It's a big day tomorrow. Okay?"

Gi-hun sighs. Though In-ho looks at him with all the tenderness in the world combined, Gi-hun knows there's no room for argument.

"Okay."

In-ho hums, seemingly content for the time being. Leaning up, he presses a quick kiss to his husband's lips. "I love you. It's gonna be okay."

Gi-hun doesn't let him move away. He swiftly winds his arms around In-ho's torso, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I love you, too."

In-ho is right. It's going to be okay.

It has to be.

In-ho was not right.

This isn't okay.

Not in the slightest.

"Are you ready, yeobo?" In-ho calls from Si-won's room.

Gi-hun suppresses the urge to kick and scream and cry. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He steadies the camera in his hands as father and daughter make their way from down the hall and into the living room.

Gi-hun swears he almost bursts into tears. Si-won is dressed in a fluffy brown pair of overalls, the upper hem of them shaped like a bear. The ears taper into the overall's straps which hang comfortably over her frilly long-sleeved shirt. The white of her shirt matches the scrunchies tying her hair into two (semi) even pigtails. Pigtails, though, may be an exaggeration. They're little sprigs at best. She simply doesn't have enough hair yet to be properly styled.

Gi-hun sniffles so hard it hurts. "Oh my goodness," he coos. He immediately pockets his camera, opting instead to bend down and reach his hands out. "My sweet girl, look at you!"

Si-won beams, bright and unrestrained, as she releases In-ho's hand and tumbles into Gi-hun's open arms. "I'm here!"

"Yes, you are!" Gi-hun cheers, squeezing her oh so tightly. He pulls away to take her in. "And you're so beautiful!"

Si-won flushes. She giggles under pursed lips, and In-ho steps forward. He bends down to nudge her in the side. "What do you say, aegi?"

"Thank you," she says.

Her bashfulness pulls at something deep in Gi-hun's chest. She's always been a naturally shy girl. The older she gets, the more painfully obvious it is that she is an exact replica of Kim Jun-hee.

"You're welcome, my love."

"Eeeeeeek!"

All three of them jump. Both Gi-hun and In-ho yelp, losing their balance and toppling onto their butts.

Ga-yeong slams her backpack down onto the hardwood flooring before storming over to her baby sister. "Siwon-yaaa!" she cries, scooping the girl into her arms. "Look at you! All ready for your first day of school!"

In-ho grumbles something low under his breath as he rubs at his bruised butt. "Daycare, Ga-yeong. Not school. Not yet."

"Awww, you're so cute!" Ga-yeong giggles, decidedly ignoring her father. She twirls her younger sister in her arms, only stopping to feel for her twintails. "Did sae-appa help you get ready?"

Si-won nods. "He did!"

Ga-yeong grins, shooting In-ho a look. "Explains."

"Hey!"

"Did you get pictures yet?" Ga-yeong asks, setting Si-won back down.

Gi-hun shakes his head. "Not yet. You knocked us to the ground before we could get to that part." With an exaggerated groan, he pushes himself from the floor, reaching out for his husband to help him up. "But we can do that now."

"Great!" Ga-yeong cheers, holding a hand out. "Gimme. I can take the pics."

In-ho's the one to wrangle Si-won between him and his husband. Though he won't admit it, Gi-hun's just the tiniest bit jealous. Si-won's always somehow liked In-ho more.

"Ready?" Ga-yeong asks, already looking through the camera's peephole.

Gi-hun stares down at where Si-won holds both her fathers' hands. The way she has to reach so high up to hold them, it almost makes Gi-hun laugh. She's so far away.

Just like she'll be in thirty minutes.

"Actually," he begins, "let's hold her."

Ga-yeong snorts. "What? Empty nest syndrome already?"

"Wha—no," Gi-hun frowns. "I just… feel like it looks awkward." He spares a glance toward his husband. "Right?"

In-ho doesn't miss a beat, nodding at the speed of light. "Yes. Absolutely. We should…" He clears his throat. "We should hold her. She's too short. It's awkward. Obviously."

"Exactly." Gi-hun bends down to lift Si-won in his arms. "See?" He bounces the girl against his hip, pressing them against In-ho. "Much better."

In-ho finally smiles. He wraps an arm around Gi-hun's back. "Exactly."

Ga-yeong, unfortunately, is smarter than what her fathers peg her for. (Or she just has common sense.)

"You guys are unbeliveable," she mutters with a roll of her eyes. She readies the camera. "Alright. Say cheese in three, two, one…"

Si-won wriggles between Gi-hun and In-ho. She's itching to touch the floor and scoot around. Gi-hun can just imagine her running around with her new friends—after the initial shyness, of course. It's her first time being away from them.

Will she be okay meeting all these new kids? Will they make fun of her? What will the other kids say once they find out she has two dads? What happens when one of them asks about her mother?

The flash goes off.

"Ugh, appa," Ga-yeong groans. "At least pretend you're happy. Here. Let's do another one." She takes a moment, reviewing the picture again. "You, too, sae-appa."

Sure enough, when Gi-hun turns his head, a firm vein protrudes from the side of In-ho's head. A surefire sign that the man is gritting his teeth together.

At least I'm not alone in this.

As Ga-yeong counts down again, Gi-hun takes the opportunity press his lips against In-ho's vein. It's chaste, quick, and barely there. But In-ho notices.

He turns, and just as the flash goes off, he releases the tension in his jaw. He returns Gi-hun's worried smile.

"Awww, so cute!" Ga-yeong gawks. "Cheesy, but cute! Let's take a few more."

Gi-hun doesn't pay her too much mind. In-ho rubs circles into his back—just the way he knows will calm him. Gi-hun finally relaxes, if only slightly, and In-ho takes that as permission to lean his head against his shoulder.

"OkaybyegottagoCheolisheretrynottocryatdropoffbyeee!"

That's what Ga-yeong had said after pictures. Or at least, that's what Gi-hun thought she said. He can't be too sure.

After she leaves, it's just him, In-ho, and Si-won.

"Ready to go?" Si-won asks, big eyes staring up at her fathers. She grips tight to her backpack's pastel pink straps.

Gi-hun worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He glances up at In-ho. He's already looking back at him.

"Are we?" Gi-hun asks.

In-ho releases a shaky breath.

"Will waiting five more minutes make a difference?" he throws back. "It's now or never."

Si-won has since walked away. She's settled on pacing about their living room, creating a haphazard figure-eight in her wake.

"Besides," In-ho continues, "I don't think she wants to wait anymore."

Gi-hun watches as Si-won trips over her own feet. She lets out a tiny yelp before regaining her footing.

"I think she's more excited than us," he mumbles.

"Oh, definitely."

Gi-hun does what he knows will make himself feel better: he slots his hand into In-ho's. He squeezes and tries his hardest not to call the daycare center. He promised Ga-yeong he wouldn't lie and say she's sick with the flu or black plague or some made up disease.

"Okay," Gi-hun settles. "Let's do it."

Despite bringing the stroller along, Si-won has decidedly opted to not use it.

"Look," Gi-hun fusses as the girl skips ahead of them. "Now she's not using her stroller. Next thing you know, she's gonna start school and have homework and have a best friend that's not us and—!"

In-ho actually laughs at that, swaying just so to nudge his husband in the side. "Hey. Enough of that. Remember when you made fun of me for the exact same thing?"

Gi-hun huffs, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. "Yea, but that's different."

"How?"

"Ga-yeong is… Maybe because she's older, it's easier to accept. You know, she already has best friends, homework, and all that stuff." He kicks a pebble off the sidewalk. "Si-won, though… She's our baby."

"Ga-yeong's our baby, too."

"I know," Gi-hun bemoans, linking their arms together. He stuffs his head into the side of In-ho's neck. "But this is our last baby. Ga-yeong's right. I'm having empty-nest syndrome."

Ahead of them, Si-won's backpack has slipped from her shoulders and fallen to the ground. She gasps and scrambles to slide the oversized bag back on.

"Me, too," In-ho confesses. He pats his hands against the stroller's handle. "You think we're gonna have to get rid of this soon?"

Gi-hun gasps, immediately releasing his husband to hit him on the arm. "You're a fucking asshole."

In-ho snorts. "I'm serious! Hey! Ouch!"

"Watch it before I get rid of you soon." Gi-hun accentuates this with a rough slap to In-ho's back.

When the daycare center slowly comes into view, Gi-hun's heart plummets. He'd bargained enough these past few months. He'd gone as far as invited Eun-ji and her husband to come back to Korea—more hands to help raise little Si-won. He'd created various potential schedules with rotating caregivers spanning from Jun-ho to Sang-woo's mom. He knows he's put this off long enough.

The three of them stop at where the sidewalk begins to veer toward the building's entrance. A young woman smiles at the front doors, face lighting up the minute she sees Si-won. Gi-hun vaguely remembers her from when he and In-ho interrogated everyone working at this daycare.

Despite her passing every single one of In-ho's lines of questioning, Gi-hun finds that he hates her right now.

"Hwang Si-won!" the daycare worker shouts, waving animatedly. "Good morning!" Her attention lands on the girl's fathers before she bows. "Hello!" Without another word, she makes her way toward them.

In-ho grits his teeth, glancing at his husband. "I can feel you trying not to freak out. Calm down."

Gi-hun forces a smile as the worker inches closer. He kicks In-ho in the shin. "I am calm."

"Yea right."

In-ho kicks back.

"Am too."

Kick.

"Are not."

Kick.

"In-ho, can you just—"

"Good morning, Mr. Hwang, Mr. Seong," the daycare worker greets, bright, easy, and sincere. "I see you've brought Si-won for her first day." She bends down to the girl's height. "Good morning! Are you ready to have fun today?"

Gi-hun steps forward, defensive. "Ah, I'm sorry, she's very shy—"

"I'm ready!" Si-won declares, eyes brimming with excitement. "Let's go!"

As the worker reaches a hand out for Si-won to grab, In-ho steps in to stop them. "Actually, I'm sorry. I just—" He takes a moment, swallows. "Do you mind if we have a moment?"

Gi-hun, who had been mere seconds from bursting into tears, makes a silent vow to love his husband for as long as they both shall live. And beyond.

The caretaker seems to understand their predicament. She shoots back up, gasping and waving her hands before her. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Yes, please. Go ahead. Take all the time you need." She waves quickly at Si-won. "We'll be waiting!"

With that, she shuffles back toward the entrance.

Si-won blinks after her. She seems unsure of herself as she glances at the woman and then back up at her fathers.

And then she sprints.

In-ho shouts, catching up to her in two long strides. "Si-won-ya!" he cries, latching onto the girl's backpack and tugging her back to them. "Wait!"

Si-won whines. "Appaaa," she sniffles, eyes already welling with tears. "I wanna go."

In-ho has since released his grip on her backpack, and much to Gi-hun's relief, she stays put. But she stares up at them with this look that just says, "I don't need you anymore! Let me go!"

And though it breaks his heart, all Gi-hun can focus on are the baby hairs sticking up from her pigtails.

Gi-hun sinks to his knees, smoothing down her flyaways. "Si-won-ya," he begins. He tucks a tuft behind her ear. He won't pretend to know how to do hair. "It's okay if you're scared to go in—"

"I'm not."

"Aegi, what your appa is trying to say," In-ho adds, joining Gi-hun on the pavement, "is that… if you need anything…"

We can't be there, Gi-hun thinks.

"If you need anything," In-ho says, "who do you go to?"

"My teacher," Si-won answers easily. They've been over this a million times by now.

Gi-hun nods, adjusting the tightness of her overalls. "And what do you do if someone's being mean to you? Who do you tell?"

"My teacher."

In-ho brushes a thumb against her cheek. Not to fix or soothe. Maybe for his own sake. "And if you just want to come home?"

"I ask to call you or unnie."

"Good," Gi-hun nods. He bows his head, focusing on a spot on the sidewalk. He forces himself to look back up. "We'll be back in a few hours, okay?"

Si-won smiles. "Yup."

Gi-hun's not sure if her indifference makes this easier or harder.

He pulls her in for a hug, anyway. In-ho joins him.

"Ouch!" Si-won cries. "Appa!"

"Be good," In-ho mutters into her falling apart pigtails. "We love you, Si-won." An extra squeeze.

Si-won squeels. "Let me go!" she giggles. "I wanna go!"

"Okay, okay," Gi-hun concedes before pressing a sloppy kiss to her forehead. "You can go."

They reluctantly release their daughter from their clutches. They half expect her to simply run away and not look back, but she doesn't.

Instead, she pauses, noticing the looks in both men's eyes. She stands on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to each of their cheeks.

"Love you!" she says before spinning on her heels and skipping away.

Si-won doesn't look back once after that.

Gi-hun and In-ho rise to their feet.

The daycare's front doors shut with a loud clang.

"She didn't even look back," Gi-hun mumbles, already reaching for his husband's hand.

"I know," In-ho mutters back. He laces their fingers together and leans his head against his shoulder. "I know."

Gi-hun sighs. "Are you sure she's ready?"

He feels In-ho laughing against him. Even if it feels a little forced. "I don't think she's the one we have to worry about." He groans, shifting until they're toe-to-toe. "Come here."

Gi-hun may not have a lot of weaknesses. There was once a time in his life where he had absolutely nothing to lose. The idea of dying didn't make him so much as blink. But if someone were to ask what his weaknesses are right here, right now, he would answer with all the confidence in the world: his family.

He melts, body spilling into In-ho's as they wrap their arms around each other.

"She'll be fine," Gi-hun agrees eventually.

"Whether we're ready for it or not," In-ho says. He pats him on the back, backing away slightly. "Come on. We said we'd meet Jun-ho for breakfast."

They leave with a final silent look directed toward the daycare.

"I think I saw you look less heartbroken after the games."

"You're just like your brother," Gi-hun sniffles, pulling a chair out at their table. "Assholes. Every single Hwang."

"Careful," Jun-ho warns playfully. "That includes Si-won, you know?"

"She's technically part Seong, too," In-ho supplies, scooting in beside Gi-hun. "Besides, she was a little asshole this morning. Didn't even say goodbye to us."

Jun-ho coos, reaching over to grab a tissue from their table's napkin holder. "Aw, you poor thing. You need a tissue?"

"Shut the hell up," Gi-hun hisses, swatting his hand away. "You don't get it. You've never seen a baby grow up. You don't even have any younger siblings. You're baby-less."

"Yea," In-ho huffs triumphantly. "And No-eul's kid doesn't count, either. Even if you're helping her out."

Jun-ho rolls his eyes. "Well, she needs the help. I just wanna be there for her after… everything."

They usually don't talk about it—the games, that is. It's easier if they don't. Bringing it up won't do anything. They've cried enough tears to last five lifetimes.

"Hi there!" the waitress greets, sliding over to their table. "Can I get you guys anything?"

They place their orders one after the other. If In-ho's being honest, he gets emotional at times like this. Even if they're just placing orders at a restaurant, there was once a time where this would've been impossible.

"Actually," Jun-ho says eventually. "It's funny you guys bring babies up."

"Why?" In-ho laughs. He reaches for his cutlery and unseathes them from their napkin. "Are you pregnant?"

Gi-hun cackles, burying his face into his husband's shoulder.

"You're annoying," Jun-ho groans. He shakes his head. "I'm not, for the record. But…"

The look on his face quiets Gi-hun down.

"No-eul's adopting a baby boy," he states, eyes locked on the coffee mug he nurses between his hands. "We're gonna pick him up a few weeks from now."

In-ho freezes. After a moment, his fork slips from his hand and slams against the table.

"Wh—" he gasps. "What?"

Jun-ho smiles despite his brother's reaction. His face lights up in a way In-ho hasn't seen in years. Not since In-ho would pick him up from elementary school.

"The baby's family was shot at the border when trying to cross over," he explains. "The baby has no family. She sees her own kid in the baby, I guess."

"Oh my gosh," Gi-hun says. "That's terrible."

"Exactly," Jun-ho nods. "I volunteered to help out. I'm going with her to pick the kid up."

Gi-hun relaxes against In-ho. "Wow. That's really helpful of you."

"Honestly, it's as helpful for her as it is me," Jun-ho sighs. He rests his chin against a hand. "I think I might be a little jealous of your guys' little family. I'm so used to being the youngest."

In-ho rolls his eyes. "Do you want me to start spoon feeding you again?" He reaches for his spoon and makes an airplane noise. "Here comes the airplane, Jun-ho."

Jun-ho smacks the utensil away from his face. "You might be the worst older brother ever."

"Wouldn't doubt it."

"Well, now I'm jealous of you!" Gi-hun cries, slumping against his partner. "You and No-eul are getting a new kid. And here we are with Ga-yeong who just had her first kiss and Si-won who's in daycare." He groans. "What I'd do to turn back time."

The waitress returns with their orders, placing their plates on the table with loud thuds.

"Well, why don't you?" Jun-ho says, already half-way smirking. "Just have another one."

Before Gi-hun can even register what Jun-ho says, the two brothers erupt into laughter. In-ho's already cutting his waffles while Jun-ho digs into his fruit plate.

"Yea, okay, sure," In-ho snickers. "I'll make sure we're both ovulating."

Jun-ho laughs even harder. The two exchange a few more jokes, ones Gi-hun doesn't quite hear, before shifting the topic to something else. Something about work. Something about the weather. Something about their mom.

Gi-hun says nothing between it all. He only watches In-ho as he talks. Calm, peaceful, and controlled.

Just have another one.

"Do you think she missed us?" In-ho chuckles.

Gi-hun shakes his head. "Not in the slightest." He points to their other daughter. "She might've missed Ga-yeong, though."

Ga-yeong giggles. She taps along the stroller's handle. "I'm sure she's fine. She probably can't wait to tell us all about today."

As if on cue, the doors to the daycare open. A few children file out, searching for their parents for the afternoon pickup. A few cry out for their moms while others skip over to their dads. In the crowd, Gi-hun's heart melts.

Si-won skips out from the school, beyond energized as she holds onto her teacher's hand. Her twintails have completely fallen out by now, and her scrunchies are fixed to her wrists.

When she turns her head, Gi-hun half expects her to ignore them. She looks so comfortable here. But her eyes widen and she gasps, dropping her teacher's hand.

"Appas!" she screams as she runs through the crowd, her oversized backpack jingling behind her.

The two fathers have little time to react before they're knocked back by the girl's hug. She's leapt at least two feet into the air, clinging to Gi-hun and In-ho's waist.

"Si-won-ya!" In-ho greets, helping his husband to lift her up. She stays propped up by both their arms. "You did it!"

Si-won nods excitedly. "I did! I did!" She turns to Gi-hun. "It was so fun!"

Gi-hun reaches out to brush back her hair. "I'm so glad, aegi."

"Ahem!"

The trio turn to find Ga-yeong waiting expectantly by the stroller. "Hello?!" she gasps. "Do I not matter anymore!"

Si-won whines, thrashing in her parents' hold until they finally set her down. "Unnie!" she shouts, giving her older sister the same forceful hug as she gave her fathers. "I'm back!"

"You are!" Ga-yeong roars.

The two sisters immediately fall into their same-old rhythm: chattering back and forth, though none of it really makes any sense.

An ache, similar to the one in the restaurant, finds its way back into Gi-hun's heart.

Gi-hun is not much of a chef, if his failed chicken business is anything to go by. In-ho's the true chef. Just like most nights, he's cooking dinner. The girls have gone off to Ga-yeong's room, Si-won playing with her toys as her unnie finishes up her homework. Gi-hun sets the dining table as In-ho adds his finishing touches to their seaweed soup.

Today's drop-off was easier. Less tears, less anxiety, and overall more secure. Si-won had even ran to them at pick-up, dragging another little girl right alongside her,

"I made a friend!"

The sight of Si-won making friends was obviously tear-jerking. But Gi-hun watched as the two girls held hands. Si-won, slightly older, coming out of her shell to be a good role model for those around her.

Just have another one.

Gi-hun swallows, Jun-ho's words from yesterday ringing in his ears, as he watches his husband finish up their dinner.

The stove's overhead light basks In-ho's face in a warm orange. He hums softly, one of Si-won's favorite lullabies. Gi-hun chuckles at the bunny slippers upon his feet. They'd been Ga-yeong's Christmas gift for him.

He looks peaceful.

Gi-hun looks up his body. The body of his husband. The man who, after everything, has continued to stand by him. The man who brushes Si-won's hair every night. The man who helped Gi-hun set up the girl's new bed. The man who took Ga-yeong in as one of his own. The man who has been absolutely perfect despite perfection never, ever being expected.

Gi-hun's tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.

The man's sweatpants hang loose on his hips. They're the ones In-ho knows drive Gi-hun crazy. They curve nicely over his backside, and Gi-hun sees the tiniest glimpse of skin peeking out right by his navel. In-ho's choice of shirt might be downright sinful. Skintight black that clings to his pectorals and almost outlines his abs. His biceps flex with each stir of his ladle.

Gi-hun bites his lip, walking up behind his husband and wrapping his arms around his tempting hips.

"Well," In-ho hums as Gi-hun places his head on his shoulder. "Hello there."

Gi-hun sighs, digging his nose into the man's neck and inhaling.

Fuck.

He presses a kiss there. Then another. He moves up In-ho's neck, leaving kisses in his wake.

In-ho squirms in his hold. "Yeobo," he warns, eyes darting toward the hallway. "What are you doing?"

Gi-hun nibbles right at the man's pulsepoint. "Has anyone ever told you recently…" He kisses his jawline, sloppy and heady. "How great a father you are?"

The soup's ladle has since been forgotten, now floating in what was supposed to be their dinner. "Gi-hun," In-ho tries again. "What's gotten into you?"

"You," Gi-hun answers simply. He licks right at the shell of In-ho's ear before whispering, "Or at least I hope you will."

"Sae-appa!"

The two immediately snap out of their daze, separating from each other like they've been burned. Ga-yeong and Si-won appear in the hallway.

"Is dinner ready yet?" Ga-yeong asks excitedly.

Si-won nods. "Yes! Ready?"

In-ho coughs nervously as Gi-hun scrambles to fix up the table. "Yes, just about," In-ho mutters, fishing for his forgotten ladle. "Lemme just…"

Plonk!

The next day is even easier. It's Friday, the last day of work, school, and daycare until the weekend. Maybe because it's Friday that their daughters seemed to be in a great mood. Their teachers had even said so.

"What a great role model Ga-yeong is," the older daughter's homeroom teacher remarked. "All the kids in the younger grades really look up to her. You should be proud."

And from Si-won's daycare teacher, "You said she was shy? She includes every single one of her classmates in our activities. Does she have any younger siblings? No? What a surprise!"

Gi-hun preened especially at that last comment.

He returns to the living room with a bowl of popcorn. Well, living room might be a stretch. As per movie night tradition, In-ho has helped the girls set up a pillow fort big enough to almost fully block the couch's view of the TV.

"Well, well, well," Gi-hun tsks. He sets the popcorn atop their pushed aside coffee table. "I guess you guys don't want any popcorn." He gestures to the fort. "Seeing as you all are… cavemen tonight."

"Cavewomen!" Ga-yeong cackles.

"Um, I'm here!" In-ho reminds her as he finishes scrunching up a blanket to be perfectly comfortable.

"Maority rules!" Ga-yeong declares, flinging a pillow at her step-father's head.

Si-won cackles wildly, grabbing her belly as the two glare at one another. Within the blink of an eye, In-ho reaches for another pillow and shoves it as his step-daughter.

"Agh!" Si-won screams, crawling out from the fort and toward Gi-hun. "Appa!"

Before Gi-hun can so much as help, In-ho grabs Si-won by the legs and drags her back into the fortress. "Not so fast!" he shouts. "You get back here!"

The toddler squeals, laughing so hard it must hurt. She thrashes in In-ho's hold. "Unnie!" she sobs. "Help me!"

"I'll save you!" Ga-yeong shouts, grabbing a few more pillows. "Brace yourselves!"

Gi-hun jumps when the girl tackles the two onto the blankets beneath them. In-ho snorts as Si-won buries her head into his chest, hiding from her older sister's antics.

"Say you give up!" Ga-yeong insists, beginning to tickle In-ho's neck. "Say I win!"

In-ho laughs until there are tears in his eyes. "Never!" He peeks his head up. "You must get your cheap tricks from your old man!"

Gi-hun would have half a mind to be insulted if it weren't for the absolutely endearing sight before him. His husband and kids tackling each other in their pillow fortress. On movie night. In their living room.

In-ho tosses his head back, bearing a small hickey from when Gi-hun had kissed him yesterday.

The movie of the night is a favorite of both Ga-yeong and Si-won: K-Pop Demon Hunters.

They've gotten to the part in the movie where Jinu is offering to take down Huntrix for Gwima. Gi-hun tilts his head until he leans against his husband. They can barely see above the pillow fortress.

"Don't you think that Gwima guy kind of sounds like you?" Gi-hun says.

Ga-yeong peeks her head up from a crack in the pillow fort. "Oh yea!" she agrees. "You even look like him."

In-ho frowns. "Purple?"

Ga-yeong growns before grabbing her phone and typing something into Google. "No," she bemoans, showing him her screen. "The actor."

In-ho and Gi-hun squint at some photos of this celebrity. Weirdly, Gi-hun doesn't think he's ever seen this Lee Byung-Hun man in his life.

"No," In-ho decides on. "I don't look like that."

Gi-hun nods. "Agreed," he says before falling back into his husband's side. "Don't see it."

Ga-yeong gives them a look before retreating back into her cave.

On screen, the Saja Boys have already started their annoyingly catchy song. Gi-hun doesn't need to see their daughters to know they're bopping their heads along to the beat.

"I don't look like that," In-ho chuckles quietly. He loops an arm around Gi-hun's side, pulling him closer under the blanket. "Do I?"

"Psh," Gi-hun says. "Not at all."

In-ho hums. "Good." He squeezes his side.

From here, Gi-hun's reminded of that blossoming pink right at In-ho's jawline. Today's outfit is even more scandalous than yesterday's. His shirt's even tighter, leaving nothing to Gi-hun's imagination. The sweatpants he wears today are looser than before, almost begging Gi-hun to rip them away.

Gi-hun places a hand on his husband's thigh. He digs his fingers lightly into the fabric.

"No," Gi-hun whispers. "You're far more handsome."

In-ho's gaze darts away from the TV and back to his husband. His face flushes. "What?"

Gi-hun grins, sliding his hand up, up, and up. His fingers curl around his drawstrings. "You heard me," he purrs. "And you're more talented."

"More than an actor?"

"Mhm," Gi-hun murmurs. He trails his hand up to his navel, teasing the hair sticking out from beneath his shirt. "And funnier probably." Higher. Right against his abs. "Kinder." In-ho's breath hitches as Gi-hun reaches his chest. "Braver."

In-ho's heart beats wildly against Gi-hun's palm. "Are you okay?"

On screen, the Huntrix girls are trying not to tap along to the Saja Boys' song. Their daughters sing loudly from their fortress.

"You're just so fucking perfect," Gi-hun states. A fact. "Do you hear our daughters? How happy they are?"

In-ho's eyes flit between his husband and the fortress.

"They're happy because of you," Gi-hun continues. "No one compares to you. Not in the slightest." His hand reaches his husband's jaw as his forefinger traces his hickey. "No one even comes close."

In-ho shudders. Even after being together for so long, Gi-hun still loves the effect he has on him.

"What are you saying…?" In-ho breathes.

"Come on, Rumi!" Ga-yeong cries out. "He's not even that cute!"

Si-won jeers beside her. "Yea, Rumi!"

In-ho jolts back to reality, suddenly drawn away from the sultry look in his partner's eyes. Gi-hun only hums triumphantly before settling back into In-ho's side.

Right after giving his thigh a quick squeeze, of course.

The girls don't make it to the end of the movie. They never do. In-ho insists that they get this trait from him, but Gi-hun's seen In-ho passed out in enough movie theaters to know that's not true.

After putting the girls to sleep, Gi-hun's already cozied up in their bed. Unlike the girls, he's not so ready for sleep.

Behind a mound of pillows and blankets, Gi-hun watches as In-ho brushes his stray hairs away. He moves to dab some lotion along his eyebags. He's gentle with it, a soothing touch that only came after the games. When In-ho takes extra care lotioning his crow's feet, Gi-hun bites his lip; In-ho had only developed those after him. After Gi-hun.

In-ho turns away from their vanity, finally faces his husband, and begins shucking his shirt over his head.

Gi-hun almost moans.

In-ho raises a brow. "What?"

Gi-hun smirks devilishly, sliding back on the bed until his head hits the headboard. "Can't I watch my husband?"

"Ah, ah, ah," In-ho tuts. He returns Gi-hun's smirk tenfold, prowling over to their bed. "Not like that, you can't."

Gi-hun sits forward in challenge, crawling over their blankets on all fours. "And how am I looking at you?"

He stops when In-ho gets to the edge of the bed. Gi-hun props himself on his knees, his head coming up just below his husband's chin.

In-ho throws his head back, groaning. "Like that." He cups Gi-hun's face in his palms and squeezes. "Like you want something."

"Prepostorous," Gi-hun laughs dryly. "What could I possibly want from my…" His grin widens as he takes his hands and splays them over In-ho's belly. "Beautiful husband?"

"Hm," In-ho hums, running his thumbs over Gi-hun's cheekbones. "You tell me."

Gi-hun takes this as permission to rake his fingernails down his husband's abs. In-ho shivers, face flushing at the slight tease before Gi-hun reaches the hair jutting out from his waistband. No matter how many times they've done this, it always feels like the first time. Like Gi-hun really could take all the time in the world with him and still not be quite finished.

"Go on, baby," In-ho encourages, taking his thumb and tracing it over Gi-hun's bottom lip. Gi-hun's tongue reflexively reaches out to lick it. "Show me what you want, hm?"

Gi-hun locks eyes with his husband, emboldened as he takes his thumb in his mouth. He sucks it, hard. He swirls his tongue around the digit as he bobs his head back and forth. All the while, he begins to undo the drawstrings on In-ho's pants and push them down.

"Fuck, sweetheart," In-ho groans. "You must've really needed this, huh?" He lays his free hand against the side of his husband's head, playing with his overgrown tufts of hair.

Gi-hun nods, finally releasing the thumb from his mouth. "You have no idea."

And it seems In-ho's needed this just as badly, his erection already beginning to create a tent in his briefs. Gi-hun swallows, leaning forward and breathing deep. Even from here, he can smell him. In-ho.

"This all for me?" Gi-hun chuckles. His hands pet along In-ho's thighs, fingers slowly inching closer to where his husband wants him most.

In-ho nods. "Of course it is. Always for you."

Gi-hun shivers, his nipples growing hard under his t-shirt. This is what he needed. He keeps his eyes on In-ho's face as he begins to grip the waistband of In-ho's briefs. He tugs, slow. And just as the man's cock begins to slip out and into the bedroom air—

Bzz! Bzz!

In-ho's phone rings on their nightstand. The two frown, eyes still locked.

"I can ignore it," In-ho suggests as the phone goes to voicemail.

Bzz! Bzz!

Gi-hun sighs. "Something tells me you can't."

In-ho groans, actually stomping as he pulls up his briefs and makes his way to the phone. He softens as he mouths to his husband, "I'm sorry."

Gi-hun plops down onto his side of the bed.

"Hello?" In-ho speaks into the phone.

Gi-hun can hear Jun-ho's voice on the other end, "Yea, hyung? They're calling us into the precinct. I think it's about the guy we've been trying to catch."

In-ho's eyes grow wide. "Are you kidding? Do they know what time it is?"

"I know, I know. They just told me to call you and tell you to be here in ten."

Gi-hun's heart sinks as In-ho looks over, his soul absolutely shattering in his eyes. His erection has already started to flag. Gi-hun thinks he might cry at the sight.

"Can it wait…?" In-ho tries.

"No, sorry. Boss' orders."

"Fuck," In-ho curses, dragging a hand down his face. "Fine. That's fine. I'll be there."

"Good. And tell Gi-hun I say hi."

The call drops.

Gi-hun's already pouting by the time In-ho puts the phone back on the nightstand.

"You're going in?"

"I'm sorry," In-ho says immediately. He crawls onto his side of the bed and leans close to cup his husband's face. "I am so sorry."

Gi-hun looks down to In-ho's now not-tented briefs. "It's fine."

"It's not," In-ho argues. "I'll make it up to you." He presses a kiss to Gi-hun's cheek. "If you drop the girls off at Sang-woo's mom's tomorrow, I'll take you to dinner. I might not be home until tomorrow evening."

Gi-hun frowns even harder. "You're paying."

"I know I am." Another kiss to his cheek. "Wherever you want, yeobo. I'll pay." He leans forward. "And maybe… you can have them sleep over with Sang-woo's mom, too."

Gi-hun sighs, feigning annoyance. "I don't know…" He smirks despite himself. "Maybe."

"Oh, come on," In-ho laughs, seeing right through his act. He pulls Gi-hun closer before burying his head into his neck. "You know you want to."

"I'm still mad at you."

"Good," In-ho smirks, kissing along Gi-hun's neck. "Save it for tomorrow when we have the house to ourselves."

Gi-hun gasps, shoving In-ho away from him. "Don't say that," he groans before flopping back against the pillows. "Now I'm hard again."

In-ho only laughs as he hops off the bed and gets ready for work.

It's late.

Late enough that Gi-hun's favorite restaurant, the one In-ho had promised to take him to, has since closed. Gi-hun would be angry if he hadn't just used In-ho's card to buy himself take-out from there.

To make matters worse, the girls are at Sang-woo's moms. He'd dropped them off early in the afternoon, even telling the saint of a woman that In-ho would be back within the hour.

"Oh, I see," she had giggled, swatting him on the arm. "Little date night?"

"It is," Gi-hun smiled widely. "It's been a while."

At least Gi-hun was right about that: it has been a while. As in, it's been a while since In-ho's even seen their front door. The clock in the living room reads:

9:53 PM.

He pulls out his phone, reading over his and In-ho's messages.

Self [7:45 PM]: Still working?

In-ho :) [7:53 PM]: Yes. I'm so sorry. The minute this case wraps up, I'm running home to you.

Gi-hun's happy for In-ho. He really is. In fact, he had encouraged In-ho to go back to work after the games. Gi-hun loves the fact that In-ho gets to work alongside his brother, and he might love that little cop uniform of his even more. What he loves most of all is In-ho finding himself again.

Maybe he only has himself to blame. He should've just kept In-ho as a house husband.

Self [Now]: Any update?

Gi-hun waits. And waits. And waits.

Nothing.

Gi-hun sighs before putting the lid on his take-out container and lugging it over to the fridge. He places it right beside In-ho's untouched one.

He hobbles over to their bedroom, head hung low in defeat before dropping onto the freshly made bed. He had everything planned. Even if In-ho had shown late, he'd gotten them food for their very own movie night. He'd even gone through the trouble of laying out candles around their bedroom to set the mood.

Cheesy? Yes. But this was for In-ho. His husband. The father of his kids.

Gi-hun shuts his eyes, remembering last night, when they got much too close to the point of no return. Something about In-ho has been setting him on fire all week. And he just wanted tonight. Tonight, without the girls, so maybe they could…

Just have another one.

Gi-hun sits up straight, eyes flying open.

That's it.

In-ho could kill Chief Kim.

What should have been a simple interrogation and debrief has turned into a giant 24-hour-long ordeal. After catching the suspect, the drug lord had somehow gotten away, leading to a massive manhunt spanning all the way to Incheon—a trek he and Jun-ho, of course, had to lead.

After recatching the man and interrogating him, they busted his base of operations. And then his other one. And then another one.

Now, a whole day later, they're at their long-awaited debrief.

"This would not have been possible without you all," Chief Kim drones. "This drug empire of his has destroyed countless lives and…"

In-ho rolls his eyes so far back they almost get lost in his skull.

Bzz!

In-ho sends a prayer above for the distraction. He discreetly pulls his phone from his pocket and checks the message.

Gi-hun :) [Now]: Any update?

In-hos heart breaks at the thought of Gi-hun waiting up so late for him. It's nearly 10 PM, and he's very much missed their dinner date plans.

He begins drafting a text to him when Jun-ho taps him on the shoulder.

"Hey," Jun-ho whispers, leaning over. "You think he's almost done?"

In-ho huffs. "I really doubt it. We've been listening to the same speech for thirty minutes."

Jun-ho. "You may be right." He gestures to his brother's phone. "Is that Gi-hun?"

"Yea," In-ho says, running a hand down his face. "We were supposed to have date night tonight."

Jun-ho makes a whistling sound through his teeth. "So much for that."

"Yea," In-ho agrees. "So much for that. You know, I was supposed to be treating him after…" He pauses.

Jun-ho raises a brow. "After… what?"

Bzz!

In-ho looks down again at his phone.

Gi-hun :): Waiting patiently for that do-over, Officer Hwang ;)

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The photo is downright heresy. Gi-hun lounges on their bed, sprawled out, long limbs and all in In-ho's favorite maroon lingerie. His lacy bralette cups his pecs deliciously, teasing In-ho with its see-through fabric. Gi-hun's free hand traces around a hardening nipple. The camera angles down his body, showing off the garter belt that holds up his already damp panties. His cock presses against the fabric, hard and begging In-ho to just take care of him already. The waistline ensemble pins up the man's lace stockings, digging into his plush thighs.

In-ho feels himself already growing hard under his uniform.

"Oh, did he text you?" Jun-ho whispers, leaning over. "Man, you're in trouble if you don't get home—holy fuck!"

In-ho blisters, face going hot as he pulls his phone close to his chest. Jun-ho covers his eyes, hissing as if he's been burned by the sun.

"Jun-ho!" In-ho whisper shouts back. "Why would you look?!"

Before Jun-ho can start vehemently sobbing, Chief Kim clears his throat. Both brothers look up from their shared mortification.

"Is something the matter, Detective Hwang?"

In-ho opens his mouth awkwardly before croaking, "No… sir. Nothing's the matter." He kicks Jun-ho in the shin. "Isn't that right, Detective Hwang?"

Jun-ho shakes his head, hands still covering his eyes. "Y-Yes. That's right. Nothing… wrong." He finally peels his hands from his face. "Just got some dust in my eyes."

Chief Kim seems skeptical for all but one second before turning back to the white board. "Riiight," he says. "So as I was saying…"

He continues droning and Jun-ho continues glaring daggers.

"You're a sicko."

"That's my husband. Of course he sends me these things," In-ho grits out. "And it's your fault for looking."

Bzz!

Jun-ho groans quietly. "I'm just not looking."

Gi-hun :): Still working? It's okay, yeobo. Found something else to keep me company.

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In-ho shouldn't click it. He knows better. He really does. But he checks his volume and checks to see if there are any other prying eyes. When the coast is clear, he holds his phone close to his chest and clicks play.

Gi-hun sits with his back facing the camera, his round ass on full display. He sits on his heels, showing off just how his panties taper into a thong. With one hand on his hip, the other reaches toward their nightstand to grab something, and In-ho's mouth goes dry when he sees what it is:

A dildo.

It's long, thick, and veiny, and Gi-hun's already tapping it against one of his cheeks. He pulls himself up ever so slightly, smacking the cock against his waiting hole. It's then that Gi-hun decides to turn his head over his shoulder, cheeks flushed as he mouths something at the camera,

"In-ho."

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Gi-hun :): Getting hard watching me at the office? Good. I hope you suffer, Officer Hwang.

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In-ho doesn't even hesitate.

He clicks play.

And Gi-hun's already going to town. He's nestled the dildo between some blankets, using that as an anchor as he rides it up and down, up and down, up and down. His fat ass jiggles every time Gi-hun sinks to the base, and In-ho's reminded of all the times he's seen this exact sight. The memories make him groan.

The man's coated the dildo in so much lube that it's begun to stick to his ass. Those mounds glisten in their bedroom lighting, making In-ho actually begin to drool. He wants to lick it all up.

And the worst part?

Gi-hun still looks over his shoulder, eyes glazed over, and mouth parted as he chants,

"In-ho. In-ho. In-ho."

"Alright," Chief Kim announces with a clap of his hands. "Amazing work today, everyone. We will see you all soon. Get some much needed rest and—"

In-ho doesn't wait to hear the rest before bolting from his seat and out the room.

Self: Take that dildo out now. I'm coming home.

Gi-hun :): Now was that so hard?

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The dildo sits patiently upon their nightstand. Gi-hun is now sprawled languidly across their bed.

Gi-hun :): See you soon ;)

Their front door closes with a slam. A few paintings fly off their walls, and In-ho can't be bothered to do anything about it. He's so horny it actually hurts.

"I'm home," he shouts into the hallway.

He doesn't even get a chance to throw his shoes off before he's shoved against the door.

"Shit," he curses. "What—"

His words are cut short by Gi-hun's lips crashing into his, swallowing all his dying sounds. He doesn't even fight it. His hands simply retreat to his husband's soft waist, squeezing and holding. After a whole day being away from home, In-ho finds that he's exactly where he wants to be. Gi-hun's hands are all over him, pressing firmly into his chest before running wildly up to his neck. His fingers play with the hairs at the bottom of his head before tugging, drawing out a whine from In-ho.

"Fuck," In-ho whispers. "Fuck, Gi-hun."

Gi-hun grins against him. "Yea. I hope so."

"I hope so, too."

Gi-hun yelps as he's lifted, arms coming up to grapple onto In-ho's neck. It's not the first time he's been manhandled like this, and it certainly won't be the last, but it still surprises him nonetheless.

He noses his husband's neck as he's carried further into their home. He inhales deeply, getting a good whiff of the day.

"You smell so fucking good," Gi-hun moans softly. In-ho pushes their bedroom door open. "I can't believe they kept you from me."

He yelps once more as he's tossed onto their bed. In-ho crowds in after him, caging his head in with his arms.

"I'm all yours now," In-ho reassures him. "I'm right here."

Gi-hun thinks he might die. His cock strains helplessly against his panties, soaking the already tarnished fabric. And here In-ho is, finally here, above him and dressed in his uniform and smelling like sin incarnate.

"Kiss me," Gi-hun demands, twisting a hand into In-ho's collar. "Please."

In-ho obliges, sinking down and pressing his lips to Gi-hun's. It's mostly teeth, neither one able to be soft or gentle right now. In-ho grinds down, pressing his already straining cock against Gi-hun's. They moan into each other, finding a slow but steady rhythm to hump each other like animals.

In-ho forces himself away, still grinding down on his partner. "You got all dolled up for me." He trails a line of kisses down from the corner of his mouth to his neck. "So." Another grind. "Fucking." A slam. "Pretty."

"J-Just, ah, wanted to surprise you," Gi-hun mutters, baring his neck to give him more access.

In-ho bows his head, mouth agape and eyes screwed shut as he grinds their cocks together. It's so good—so intoxicating that he doesn't think he'll ever be satisfied without it. Without Gi-hun.

When he opens his eyes, he's reminded of the pretty lace adorning his husband's body.

He groans. "Shit," he hisses, running his hands over Gi-hun's chest before squeezing his tits. "Look at how beautiful you are." Another squeeze before he runs his thumbs over his nipples. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Gi-hun whimpers as In-ho pinches the hardened nubs. He pulls, twists, and rubs, all with his bralette still on. Gi-hun splays his hands out beside his head, letting the man grope him as he pleases.

"I'm so sorry for being late, yeobo," In-ho sighs, leaning back down to kiss Gi-hun's cheek. Then his nose. "You must've really needed this, huh?"

Gi-hun nods helplessly. "Mhm."

A kiss to his hairline. "What can I do to make it up to you?" Another grope. Another pinch to his already abused nipples. "What does my baby need?"

Gi-hun gasps. In-ho's hands are ruthless, already turning him into putty with their ministrations. Meanwhile, the man whispers sweet, filthy nothings into his ear while kissing him like a porcelain doll.

He bites his lip.

"I just…"

"What is it, sweetheart?" In-ho coaxes, nibbling right at his husband's pulsepoint. "Use your words."

In-ho mashes his chest together.

"I-I want…"

Another grind. Another thrust.

Gi-hun looks up at In-ho, at the way he looks at him. Like he's something to worship. Like he's precious. Despite all they've been through, despite everything Gi-hun has done, In-ho loves him not like he's done no wrong, but like he's done everything wrong. And, somehow, that makes Gi-hun someone worth loving.

He pulls himself up, shaking, before pressing his lips to the shell of his husband's ear.

"Let's make a baby."

In-ho stops.

Gi-hun feels it more than he sees it. Suddenly, the incessant grinding of In-ho against him has halted. Suddenly, the abuse on his chest has turned into the subtle presence of In-ho's stagnant hands. Suddenly, In-ho's eyes are blown wide as he processes what Gi-hun's just said.

And Gi-hun is mortified.

"What?" In-ho stutters.

Gi-hun feels himself turn red before turning his head away. "N-Nevermind," he says quickly. He places his hands against In-ho's chest, pushing him slightly. "It's nothing—I didn't…" He screws his eyes shut. "Forget it."

In-ho stays quiet. It's worse than him talking, Gi-hun thinks. Because if he talked, maybe he'd at least laugh at him.

But In-ho stays quiet.

Until he furrows his brow. "But we…" He looks down between them. "We can't make a…"

His mouth has gone dry.

"I said it's nothing," Gi-hun insists, forcing himself to look back at his husband. He hesitantly loops his arms around In-ho's neck. "Just… let's just keep going."

When Gi-hun tries to pull him in, In-ho pulls back.

"Wait, wait," In-ho begins, "is that what this is all about? This whole week?"

Gi-hun cocks his head. "What?"

"This whole week," In-ho says. "You've been getting me all riled up and… you want…"

Gi-hun doesn't say anything to that. He purses his lips and tries to temper the red of his cheeks.

In-ho watches him, reading his face.

His eyes travel down his body. At the lace all over his pretty tits. The same tits In-ho has selfishly wished would leak milk. Something for him to suck on and drain until Gi-hun turns into a whimpering mess. Something to grow larger and fit even nicer into In-ho's hands.

He looks down at the garter belt over his husband's toned tummy. A tummy that could stretch with his kid. His kid.

And his hips.

Perfect for carrying his child. Perfect for In-ho to hold as he fucks him. Perfect for In-ho to carve his nails into while keeping Gi-hun's legs over his shoulders. Perfect for fucking up into until he really gives him what he wants. Filling him up until he's crying and sobbing and leaking.

Perfect for breeding.

"You're… serious."

Gi-hun doesn't meet his eyes.

But he nods.

"It's not—" Gi-hun hesitates. "I'm sorry. It's stupid." His hands leave In-ho's neck as he begins to scooch away. "That was weird, and I—"

In-ho immediately stops him, grabbing Gi-hun's hands with a force he didn't know was possible.

"In-ho…?"

When Gi-hun looks back up, In-ho's eyes have blown completely dark. His mouth hangs open stupidly as he continues staring up and down Gi-hun's body.

"Is that what you really want?"

Gi-hun presses his lips into a thin line. "What are you…?"

"Gi-hun." In-ho begins caging him in again, a firm hand on either side of his head. "Tell me. Did you mean it?"

Because god, he needs Gi-hun to be serious.

A wave of understanding passes over Gi-hun's face. The red from before has not gone down in the slightest, maybe even getting worse under In-ho's gaze.

"Gi-hun," In-ho tries again, desperate. "Did you mean it?"

Gi-hun doesn't know what to say. So, he doesn't. He only gives In-ho a shaky nod.

In-ho lets out a full body groan, his cock straining against his uniform pants at this point.

"You want…" In-ho mumbles to himself. "You want my baby?"

He thrusts down against Gi-hun's ever-present erection.

Gi-hun gasps, hands flying to his husband's shoulders. He nods.

"I didn't hear that," In-ho growls. Another grind. "What do you want?"

Gi-hun's whole body is on fire. He can't say it.

He already…

He can't…

"You want me to put a fucking baby in you?" In-ho hisses. His hands have resumed their ministrations on his chest. "Stick my cock in your pretty pussy and fill you up?"

Gi-hun whimpers.

"Use your words," In-ho encourages. "Or…" He cups Gi-hun's chin and turns him toward the dildo glistening on their nightstand. "You finish with that toy."

Gi-hun's eyes fly open.

"N-No," he pleads. "In-ho, please."

"Then tell me, baby," In-ho laughs breathlessly. "Tell me what your needy pussy wants."

Gi-hun bites the inside of his cheek.

"I want your baby," Gi-hun confesses, rutting down into every delicious grind In-ho gives him. "I-I want you to put a baby in me."

"Good fucking boy," In-ho grits out. "Get on the floor. Show me how bad you want this cock."

Gi-hun jerks in his panties.

He does as told, scooching out from under In-ho. In-ho has already moved to place a pillow on the hardwood flooring. He sits at the edge of the bed as Gi-hun kneels on the pillow.

And Gi-hun is a sight indeed. Sweat has matted his hair to his forehead. A few beads roll down his already purpled neck before trailing off to his soon-to-be growing breasts. His cock presses so hard against his panties that In-ho's sure it must hurt.

"Look at you," In-ho coos, placing a hand in Gi-hun's hair. He twirls a few strands before trailing down the side of his face. "So ready to get fucked. You want that, don't you?"

Gi-hun nods, hands placed obediently in his lap.

"Get my cock out, then," In-ho says, hand leaving Gi-hun's face to rest on the bed behind him. "Get me nice and ready for you."

Gi-hun instinctively reaches out before In-ho lightly taps his wrist.

"No hands."

Gi-hun makes a face. "Bossy."

In-ho chuckles. "You're the one who wanted the baby."

"Correction," Gi-hun grins. "I want your baby. Not just any."

It's meant to be a joke, but In-ho moans, throwing his head back.

"Don't say that. Especially when you're all dressed up," In-ho almost wheezes. "I actually might cum."

Gi-hun pauses.

Then, he smiles.

"Okay, Officer Hwang," Gi-hun teases, leaning forward to grab In-ho's fly with his teeth. He pulls down with practiced ease. Beneath the zipper, In-ho's erection threatens to spill through his briefs. He bats his eyes. "Can I at least have a little help? Please?"

In-ho is weak to it, his cock twitching as evidence. He grits his teeth as he undoes his belt and rips it off his pants in record time.

"Thank you, sir," Gi-hun whispers before popping In-ho's trouser button open.

He looks up, locking eyes with In-ho as he presses his face into his crotch.

He breathes deep, closing his eyes to immerse himself in it.

"You smell so good," Gi-hun moans. Another whiff. "Can I take it out now, sir?"

"Of course you can, baby," In-ho encourages. "It's yours."

Gi-hun shivers at this. He gently grabs at the brief's flap with his lips as he holds In-ho's gaze. Then, ever so slowly, he pulls it to the side.

In-ho's cock springs forward so quickly that it hits Gi-hun on the cheek.

Gi-hun giggles, especially at the small amount of precum that just trickled onto his face. "Someone's eager."

"You have no fucking idea."

Gi-hun smiles, pulling back just enough to kiss the head of In-ho's cock. In-ho sighs as Gi-hun kisses him all the way down his shaft. Just as he gets to the base, he sticks his tongue out and licks all the way from his balls to the tip.

In-ho gasps. "Fuck."

Gi-hun wastes no time in wrapping his pretty lips around In-ho's leaky tip, swirling his tongue all around the member. It's salty, musky, and every bit as addicting as Gi-hun remembers. He moans as he takes an inch more, licking the underside as he goes.

"Fuck, there you go," In-ho whispers. "Take more, sweetheart. Go on."

Gi-hun makes a muffled sound as he takes another inch, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. This is what he needed. To be with In-ho, taking him like there's no sweeter treat on earth.

He goes further. Further, further, and further until he's at the man's base. It hits the back of his throat, making Gi-hun's eyes go wide as he pulls back and coughs.

"Aw, too much for you, baby?" In-ho hums, carding his hand through Gi-hun's hair again. "We don't have to. We can always just cuddle tonight."

"N-No," Gi-hun heaves. "Please. I-I need it."

He doesn't wait for permission. He latches himself back onto In-ho's cock like he won't let go. He closes his eyes in concentration, now slowly bobbing his head at the tip. He sucks gently, moaning as more precum floods his mouth.

"Good boy," In-ho purrs, petting Gi-hun. "You just love my cock, don't you?"

Gi-hun tries to nod as he bobs further onto his husband's cock. "Mhm."

In-ho laughs as he's effectively deepthroated. "So stuffed full of my cock, you can't even talk." He tugs on his hair, reveling in the whimper that escapes Gi-hun's throat. "That good, huh?"

Another attempted nod. "Mhm! Mhm!"

"You want me to fuck this throat?" In-ho whispers. "Want me to treat your throat like I'm gonna fuck your pussy later?"

Gi-hun's eyes shoot open.

Yes, he tries to say with his eyes. Yes, please, please, please.

In-ho seems to understand as both hands now find their way to his hair. "Good cocksucker," he says. "If it gets too much, you tap my leg, okay?"

Gi-hun gives a muffled yes.

It's all the permission In-ho needs to grab Gi-hun's curls and thrust into his waiting mouth. Gi-hun almost gags before relaxing, letting himself become fucked dumb on his husband's cock.

"There you go," In-ho grunts. "Take it. Take my fucking cock, baby."

And Gi-hun does. He drops his jaw, only letting a few guk, guk, guk sounds out as spit begins cascading down his chin. His eyes roll back as In-ho thrusts so hard it hits the back of his throat.

"All dressed up for me." In-ho moans as Gi-hun hollows his cheeks, sucking just slightly. "On your k-knees taking my, fuck, cock like a good boy." His jaw drops as he closes his eyes, lost in the pleasure. "You love being treated like a slut. Don't you?"

Gi-hun watches him, helpless as he's used like a toy.

The thought makes him thrust into the air.

"You'd just let anybody fuck your mouth. Is that it?"

Gi-hun almost frowns at this. He's trying to shake his head because even the suggestion during dirty talk is wrong. He's not for anyone. Not just anyone. Only…

"Oh, right," In-ho chuckles, slowing down to give Gi-hun nice, long thrusts. "Only my cockslut. This is my mouth to fuck." And just like that, he's back to fucking Gi-hun like a cheap whore.

Gi-hun moans happily. In-ho is absolutely right. He's In-ho's, just as much as In-ho is his. No one can treat him like In-ho can. No one has ever loved him as much as In-ho, games and all.

Gi-hun ruts helplessly against his panties.

"Oh, you poor thing," In-ho gasps. "So f-fucking wet for me." Gi-hun sucks harder, hollowing his cheeks even more. "Your poor pussy needs someone to take care of it."

Gi-hun whimpers. The amount of spit that's fallen from his mouth is obscene. It drenches his chin, falling down his neck, and even soaking his bralette. A few droplets have fallen onto his knees and pillow.

"Don't worry," In-ho promises. "I'll fuck you so—shit—good. I'll put a baby in you."

Yes, Gi-hun thinks. Fuck me. I need it.

In-ho moans, loud, his balls tightening. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he shouts, yanking Gi-hun off his cock. Gi-hun gasps, absolutely ravaged as In-ho begins jerking himself off, hard and fast. "I'm gonna… Fuck, I'm gonna…!"

Gi-hun waits expectantly, mouth open wide right at In-ho's tip. "Please," he mewls. "Give it to me. Cum on me. Please, sir. I want it. Please, I've been so good. Cum on my pretty face."

In-ho's eyes are glazed as he watches Gi-hun thrust helplessly against nothing, face, neck, and chest covered in spit.

"You're so g-good," In-ho stutters, his hand making slick, wet noises as he furiously jerks himself off. "So good for m-me!" He whines, eyes locked with his husband's. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum on your pretty face!"

They don't look away from each other, not for one second, as In-ho shoots his first load of the night onto Gi-hun's face. Rope after rope shoots out from his tip, fast as it lands on Gi-hun's tongue. Gi-hun moans at the taste, sticking his tongue out as he waits patiently for more.

The next rope finds its way onto Gi-hun's cheek, catching just so on his nose. Another rope lands in his hair—a nightmare for later but perfect for now.

In-ho whimpers, legs shaking as he continues draining his balls.

Gi-hun leans forward, wraps his lips around the tip, and sucks. In-ho shouts, eyes going wide as the last bits of him are drained out by their rightful owner.

In-ho continues to shake, chest heaving as Gi-hun's mouth pops off him.

Gi-hun smiles. Cum covers his face in every crevice, some even dripping down to mingle with the spit on his chin. He's disgusting.

It's only now that he takes his hands from his lap and wipes some cum from his lips. He takes a cum-coated finger and dips it into his mouth, tasting more of his husband's spend.

"You taste so good," Gi-hun sighs. He props his disgusting chin onto In-ho's still trembling knee. He rubs his hands on In-ho's thighs. "You did so good for me. You're perfect."

It's a full minute later that In-ho finally settles. His hands have returned to (the clean part of) Gi-hun's hair, rubbing circles into his scalp.

"You're perfect," he corrects. "You're so beautiful, Gi-hun."

Gi-hun laughs. "Are you really saying that with cum on my face?"

"Yes," In-ho says immediately. "You're always beautiful."

Gi-hun rolls his eyes. "Okay, sure."

"Hm," In-ho huffs. He grabs Gi-hun's face and pets a stray tear away. "Come up here."

Gi-hun obliges, using In-ho's knee to stand himself up. He groans at the strain. "I'm way too old to be doing this."

"You're cute," In-ho chuckles, now grabbing his husband's waist to pull him into his lap. Gi-hun lands with an oomph. "Hi."

Gi-hun snorts. His knees dig into the bed on either side of In-ho while his hands rest at his shoulders. "Hi."

"You have a little something on your face."

Gi-hun has half a mind to be offended, but instead he cracks a smile, tilting his head just so.

"You wanna help me get it off?"

He's already taking a finger and tracing it on his cheek, gathering In-ho's cum until it's over his knuckle.

"You must've really needed that," Gi-hun murmurs, holding his finger to his bottom lip. "You've been so pent up."

In-ho nods, quiet and in awe. Gi-hun only licks at the cum, moaning at the taste before dragging his finger against his tongue.

And then?

He swallows.

"So good," Gi-hun whispers. His arms wrap around In-ho's neck. He grinds softly against In-ho's quickly returning erection. "I bet you could go again, hm?" He places a hand against his flat belly. "You still haven't given me what I need, baby."

In-ho shudders. "Where do you need it?"

Gi-hun rocks down, harder. Again. Again. And again until In-ho's cock stands proudly against Gi-hun's own. It's taller, veinier, and curves just right where Gi-hun needs it most.

Gi-hun's so lost in the friction that he doesn't realize In-ho's hands have moved to his ass until he feels a sharp smack.

"Tell me, baby," In-ho goads, rubbing at Gi-hun's reddened asscheek. "Tell me where you need me."

Gi-hun grabs at one of the hands feeling up his ass. He laces their fingers before dragging them down to his soaking panties. He lets In-ho cup him, feeling his thumb teasing his gooey slit.

"In my pussy."

Gi-hun's tossed onto the bed, and he doesn't have a moment to breathe before In-ho's spreading his legs wide open.

"Show me," In-ho demands. "Show me how wet you are for me."

Gi-hun spreads himself even wider, grabbing the backs of his legs and pulling them up to his chest.

"Fucking hell," In-ho croaks, dragging a thumb across Gi-hun's underwear. "Such a good boy." A harsh smack to Gi-hun's thigh. "Showing me this perfect pussy."

"It's all for you," Gi-hun says. "Only for you."

"Damn right."

Without warning, In-ho grabs the front of Gi-hun's panties and rips.

"I-In-ho!"

The fabric tears down the middle, letting Gi-hun's cock finally spring free from its confines.

"There you go," In-ho breathes. He reaches over to their nightstand, bypassing the dildo to reach for a half-empty bottle. "Now, is this what you used to fuck yourself?"

He presents the lube to Gi-hun. The cap is still off from earlier. Some remnants slide down the plastic tubing, evidence of Gi-hun's earlier desperation.

"Yes, sir," Gi-hun answers.

"Do it again."

Gi-hun's grip drops from the backs of his thighs, allowing for his legs to plant firmly onto the mattress. In-ho reaches for his hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to each finger. He's all parts reverent before coating those same fingers in a copious amount of lube.

"I'll help you out," In-ho hums, grabbing Gi-hun's thighs and pushing them back up to his chest. He moans as he looks down. "My god." He licks his lips. "Your ass is just begging to get fucked."

Gi-hun's breathless as he brings his hand down his middle. His drenched fingers move past his ripped panties before settling right at his taint.

"You're such a pervert," he chuckles. In-ho's not even looking at him. He's got his eyes trained on Gi-hun's exposed ass. "You like watching me touch myself?"

In-ho nods. His cock stands at attention, mere inches away from where Gi-hun needs him most.

Gi-hun grins, letting his middle finger trace the outline of his puckered hole. "You must've loved those videos I sent you."

In-ho nods again.

"Loved watching me ride my toy," Gi-hun continues. He dips just the very tip of his finger in. In-ho's breath hitches. "You came running home. Such a good boy coming when he's called."

"As long as it…" His grip tightens on Gi-hun's thighs, pushing them even further up his chest. "As long as it's you."

"Yea?" Another inch of his finger. "You only want this pussy, don't you?"

"God, yes," In-ho breathes. "You have no idea how I…"

His ears flush. So much so that the red trails all the way down to his perfect jawline.

"What is it?" Gi-hun teases, his finger all the way down to the second knuckle. He moans openly, letting his head fall back against the pillows. "My husband wants to fuck me silly. Is that it? Those videos got you so worked up that you came before you could even fill me up properly."

In-ho digs his nails into Gi-hun's thighs. There's sure to be marks tomorrow. Tonight, even.

"I touched myself on the way home."

Gi-hun freezes, his finger already in as far as it can go.

His ass clenches around it.

It clenches for something it needs. For someone it needs.

"You did?"

"How could I not?" In-ho grumbles. "Yeobo, if I could sit here and fuck you all day, I'd…"

Gi-hun doesn't even realize that he's continued moving his finger in and out from his hole. He hasn't even realized that he's going faster. Harder. Wetter.

"I could cum just watching you," In-ho continues. His eyes have moved from Gi-hun's hole to his face. His perfect, still cum-covered face. "The way you fuck yourself. The way you suck my cock—fuck, you have no idea."

Gi-hun pants, mouth hung open stupidly. They watch each other. Gi-hun dressed in a soaked bralette and ripped panties. In-ho still in his uniform from a long day of work.

"The way you ride me." In-ho furrows his brows, almost as if he's holding himself back. "The way your ass just begs for me. The way your tits bounce when I fuck you. I…" His throat runs dry. "Add another finger. Please, yeobo."

Gi-hun obliges.

He doesn't tease this time. He doesn't poke fun at In-ho or laugh at the way he watches him. Two fingers are fully seated in his tight hole, thrusting in and out like there's no tomorrow.

"It's not even just…" In-ho tries to speak, but his voice cracks. "Do you even know what you do to me?"

Gi-hun's fingers slam into him, his palm slapping against his taint with each thrust. He shakes his head. "What do I…" He whines at a particularly rough thrust. "What do I d-do to you…?"

"Your smile," In-ho almost sobs. "Your laugh, your…" He finally breaks his gaze to bow his head. "The way you hold me at night, the way you…"

He seems to snap at this, quickly relinquishing his hold on his husband's thighs. Gi-hun yelps as he tries to hold his legs up without any support. It's a stretch, but it's so good. It's so good to watch In-ho lose it like this.

Because In-ho's shoving his pants all the way down his body. He sheds the day away with each button that comes undone on his dress shirt. Gi-hun swears he hears a rip as In-ho tears his shirt and tie off his body. Now, he's no longer Officer Hwang. He's simply In-ho.

Gi-hun's In-ho.

In-ho grips himself in his calloused palm and looks back up to his husband. There are actual tears in his eyes as he jerks himself off.

Gi-hun moans as he adds a third finger.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," In-ho curses. His pace matches each of Gi-hun's thrusts. "Every single thing you do is just…" He whines. "It's perfect. Y-You're perfect, you—"

Gi-hun curls his fingers upward, searching for his prostate. He knows he's found it when a bolt of electricity runs through his body, stars dotting behind his eyes.

"Shit, you found it, didn't you?" In-ho moans. "You're so beautiful when you're like this… When you're…" His mouth hangs open. Gi-hun gasps as drool spills from his lips. "When you're eating. When you're breathing. When you're sleeping. When you're…"

"W-When I'm yours," Gi-hun keels. He continues curling his fingers with each thrust, hitting that spot again and again and again. "S-Shit… Yeobo, I love being… I love beings yours—!"

"You're mine," In-ho affirms. With one hand still on his cock, he leans over his husband and uses his other hand to push up a thigh. "Say you're mine. Say it."

"I-I'm yours!" Gi-hun cries.

As if to emphasize his point, In-ho grips both their cocks together, stroking them in tandem.

Gi-hun squeals.

"Fuck!" he sobs. He screws his eyes shut. "W-Wait, too much!" He shakes his head. "Y-yeobo—! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!"

"You want my cock in you?" He strokes them faster. Precum leaks from both their tips, mingling between them. "You want me to fuck you like the whore you are?"

Gi-hun nods rapidly. "Y-Yes! Please!"

"You don't just want that, do you?" In-ho teases. He leans so close that his breath mingles with his husband's. "You want something else. Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart."

"Your baby!" Gi-hun cries. "Put a baby in me—I—!" His back arches off the bed as he forces himself to lock eyes with In-ho. "Get me pregnant, yeobo."

For how gone Gi-hun already is, In-ho seems to be right there with him. He surges forward, crashing their lips together. Desperation pours out from him, seeping into Gi-hun's very being. Gi-hun cries out as In-ho strokes them faster, slamming his fingers rapidly into his hole.

In-ho slips his tongue past Gi-hun's waiting lips. Gi-hun lets him. He lets him ravage his mouth, just like he did earlier with his cock. Gi-hun could die now and be absolutely happy.

"I'll get you pregnant," In-ho mumbles as they come apart. "I'll keep you nice and full."

He releases both their members, leaving Gi-hun to cry at the loss of contact.

"I-In-ho," Gi-hun whimpers. His fingers slow down until reaching a halt.

In-ho's grabbing that same hand and pulling it to his lips. Like the nasty pervert he is, he sucks all three digits into his mouth. He even moans for good measure.

"You taste so sweet," he says. "Maybe later I can eat that sweet pussy of yours."

He pulls away, leaning back over to the night stand to grab the lube. Gi-hun's heart beats wildly in his chest.

Gi-hun shakes his head. "No."

"No?" In-ho's already lathering a hefty serving of lube onto his now swollen cock. "You don't want me to eat you out?"

"No," Gi-hun confirms. He then lifts both legs into the air and grabs the backs of his thighs, pulling them back up to his chest. "You plug me up afterward. I don't want a single drop going to waste."

In-ho almost passes out. Gi-hun, his husband, dressed in a completely ruined set of lingerie presenting himself like a gourmet meal. His hole winks angrily at him, admonishing him for spending so much time away. Lube trickles down from his ass and onto their sullied bedsheets. His dick throbs relentlessly against his ripped panties, coating his stomach in precum.

And the thought of plugging up that sweet ass afterward? He squeezes himself at the base as he imagines Gi-hun walking around their house with a cute little butt plug in, a shiny gem at the base, still filled with his cum.

"Not a single drop," In-ho agrees. "All of it's for you."

In-ho scoots forward, lining up his cock at Gi-hun's entrance. He slaps it along his hole.

"You want this?" In-ho hums. Another slap. "You want me to fuck your sweet hole?"

Gi-hun shivers in anticipation. "Mhm."

A smack to his thigh, enough to make him yelp. "I didn't hear that, baby. You can do better than that."

"Y-You know what I want," Gi-hun fusses. "Stop teasing me."

In-ho shrugs before placing Gi-hun's legs over his shoulders. He lines up both their cocks and thrusts. Gi-hun gasps, back arching off the bed at the delicious friction.

"Do I?" he laughs. "Come on, baby. You were doing so good for me. You can say it again."

He thrusts once more.

Gi-hun's toes curl.

"W-Wait," Gi-hun pleads. "In-ho, wait—"

"Nuh-uh," In-ho says, still thrusting their slick members together. "You know what you need."

Gi-hun's gut has already begun to tighten. His body shakes, vibrating with anticipation and on the verge of completely snapping.

He's going to cum.

"In-ho, In-ho—" Gi-hun gasps at another thrust. The thrusts are barely there. Barely enough friction. But it's so, so much. "Stop, I'm gonna—"

"You're gonna what?" In-ho continues with another torturous grind. "You gonna cum on yourself? My sweet boy's gonna cum too soon?"

Gi-hun's eyes well up with tears. His legs tremble on In-ho's shoulders.

"Yes, yes, I'm gonna—" He throws his head back and clenches everything in his body. "In-ho, please, no, I don't wanna… I need you…"

"You need me where? What do you need?" In-ho leans down over his husband, lavishing kiss after kiss upon Gi-hun's cheeks. Sensual. Heady. "You can have it as long as you ask, my love."

Gi-hun's openly sobbing now. Hot tears pour down his face; he's holding onto everything dear, trying his hardest not to cum.

"I…"

In-ho only kisses the tears away from his face. "Go on. Tell me how I can make you feel good."

"I want…" Gi-hun hiccups. "I-I want you to fuck my slutty little pussy…!"

"Good boy."

It's all the warning Gi-hun gets before In-ho slides himself into his sopping wet hole. Gi-hun's mouth goes wide in a silent gasp, teary eyes flying open as he's filled. In-ho moans low in his throat as the wire in Gi-hun's gut only gets tighter and tighter with each passing inch.

In-ho sinks further. Further. Further. And Gi-hun's legs shake more, more, and more. Until, just as In-ho fully seats himself within his husband, Gi-hun screams and he—

"H-Holy shit!" he shrieks, legs kicking pathetically over In-ho's shoulders. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, shit, no, no—! Fuck, In-ho—! C-Cumming!"

He cums.

He sobs through it, heaving erratically as he cums all over his stomach, tits, and face. Rope after rope paints his milky skin as he fights against it, trying his hardest to keep it in. It doesn't work as he's sullied in the evidence of his own pleasure. In-ho moans through it, Gi-hun's hole fluttering around his overly sensitive cock.

"Fuuuck," In-ho whispers. He wraps his hands around Gi-hun's trembling thighs, keeping him from thrashing. "There you go, baby. Let it all out." He presses a kiss to a lacy stocking.

Gi-hun shakes his head back and forth as more tears spill onto their pillows. "N-No, not yet, fuck, fuck—!"

A small amount still leaks from his cockhead as In-ho shushes him, drawing circles into his thighs. "It's okay, sweetheart," he coos. "You did so good. You're so good. Let me have it, sweet thing."

Gi-hun's still crying when he comes back to earth, only now, In-ho bends him in half to kiss away his tears. He releases a shaky breath, still twitching in the aftermath.

"Oh, my sweet boy," In-ho whispers as he takes his husband's face in his hands. Gi-hun whines as he's stretched even further. "You came so much and you're still hard."

This snaps Gi-hun from his daze. His eyes dart down to where their bodies are joined and sure enough, In-ho is absolutely right.

He's still hard.

It's almost like he never came at all. His dick is almost purple at the head, angry and covered in his spend—almost like it simply demands another.

"What…?" Gi-hun blinks awkwardly. "That's not… We didn't even wait…?"

Thrust.

"What— In-ho, you're—!" He hisses through his teeth, trembling as he's not given one moment of reprieve. "Shit, you're—! Hold on, wait—"

It's too much. Gi-hun's hands scramble for their beddings, twisting into the fabric and pulling. In-ho's pushed all the way in, and when Gi-hun thinks the man might actually listen to his pleas, he thrusts again.

"Y-Yeobo!"

In-ho chuckles low in his throat. "What? Doesn't it feel good?"

Thrust.

Gi-hun lets out an undignified squeak. With each thrust, In-ho gets bolder, pulling out even more to slam himself in with a wet plap.

And the worst part?

It does feel good.

"Oh, you slutty boy," In-ho grins. His thumbs brush away the hot wave of tears ready to spill forth. "You like this, don't you? You just won't be satisfied until we're both covered in cum. You're such a little slut, aren't you?"

Gi-hun bares his teeth, still hissing at the next harsh thrust. "Mm, i-it…" Another thrust. Harder. More angled. Enough for Gi-hun's hands to fly from the bedding to twist into In-ho's hair. "It feels… so good, baby." He pulls, forcing a moan from his husband. "I-I need it. I need… more."

"That's what I thought."

The loss is sudden. Within the blink of an eye, In-ho has completely pulled out, letting Gi-hun's weak legs flop back onto their bed.

"In-ho, what are you…"

In-ho flops to his side of the bed, back propped up against the headboard. Gi-hun, laying beside him, gives him a look.

"Come on, sweetheart," In-ho says, patting his lap expectantly. "Show me how bad you want it. Show me how bad you want me to fill you up."

Gi-hun's at a loss for words.

In-ho's cock throbs in the air, leaky at its slit. Precum, spit, and lube drip down defined veins, and it's enough for Gi-hun's mouth to start watering.

He needs it.

He needs him.

His body moves on its own, slowly pushing himself up. His limbs groan with the effort, and he might just collapse at any second. But he crawls over to his husband because what else is he to do? What else is he to do but crawl into his lap and press his back to In-ho's chest?

"Atta boy," In-ho grumbles in his ear. His hands have already found their way to his hips, squeezing before traveling up his torso and cupping his breasts. Gi-hun sighs as his fingers circle his nipples. "So good for me. So eager."

Gi-hun nods, lifting himself to his knees as he grabs the base of In-ho's cock. "Mhm," he mumbles. "You just feel so good, I… I need you to cum in me, yeobo."

"You won't be satisfied if I don't?"

"Mm-mm." Gi-hun slaps the man's cock against his winking hole. "I've been wanting to do this for days."

In-ho groans, his head hitting the wall with a loud thud. "Yea? You rode that toy of yours and thought of me."

"I did," Gi-hun confesses. Another slap to his hole. "I just love this cock so fucking much. You fill me so fucking good."

"Show me, then, love."

Gi-hun does just that, lining up In-ho's cock and slowly sinking down. The renewed pressure has both men sighing out, Gi-hun tilting his head back to rest against his husband's shoulder. In-ho mumbles something incoherent as he presses kisses to Gi-hun's neck.

"There you go," he whispers. "Take some more."

Gi-hun's halfway down now, and he'll never get over how big In-ho is. How right he fills him. The way his cock curves to hit him in all the right spots.

"You're so big," Gi-hun says. "You feel so good. You always do."

His ass rests comfortably in In-ho's lap, now fully seated on his cock. In-ho's hands continue to cup his breasts, holding tightly to his last thread of restraint. He brushes his husband's nipples with his forefingers before tweaking them slightly.

"Move your ass, baby. Show me that fat ass."

Gi-hun whimpers, leaning forward to rest his hands against In-ho's thighs. In-ho's hands fall to his hips as Gi-hun lifts himself up and falls back down.

"F-Fuck," Gi-hun whines, repeating the motion. "You're so deep."

In-ho's mesmerized, watching in awe as his husband's ass slaps against his lap. It jiggles just like in the video he'd sent him, still decorated with his beautiful lingerie. His waist fits perfectly in his hands, perfect to hold, perfect to guide, perfect to watch.

"Keep going," In-ho says. "How bad do you want my cum, baby?"

Gi-hun shuts his eyes and hiccups, concentrating as he pushes past the strain on his body. He tries to do it the way he knows In-ho likes: slamming down and squeezing on the way up.

"I want it," Gi-hun breathes. "I-I want it so bad."

"Work for it. Work that ass."

Gi-hun's thighs shake as he rides In-ho like he has no other purpose. As if he'll only ever be just a cumslut. Right now, he thinks that might be true.

He rocks back and forth, savoring the gasp that slips from his husband's mouth.

"Yea, baby." A slap to Gi-hun's ass. "You got perfect hips to take my fucking kids."

Gi-hun's stomach flips at the thought. "Yea?" He grinds down harder. "You like watching me ride you?"

Another slap to his ass. "Have you seen this ass?" In-ho gropes his cheeks and spreads them apart. He spits, letting his saliva trickle down that perfect crack. "Just sucking me in."

Gi-hun giggles at the sensation, In-ho continuing to kneed his behind. As if to encourage him, he shakes his ass up and down slightly, letting the meat jiggle in his palms.

"Beautiful." Another glob of spit, this time faster, harder—degrading, yet worshipping. "I think I might be obsessed with you."

"You think?" Gi-hun snorts. He shakes his ass side to side before looking over his shoulder. In-ho's eyes are glued to his movements. "You wanna know something?"

In-ho doesn't look up. He delivers another slap to his already reddening cheeks.

Gi-hun stops teasing. He lifts himself up suddenly before slamming back down. In-ho's mouth opens into a silent moan.

"T-This week, I…" Slam. "I was searching up—" Slam. "—the best positions to get pregnant, and…" Slam.

In-ho's eyes shoot up to find Gi-hun's.

"This is one of them."

In-ho says not a word more, and Gi-hun doesn't even get to catch his breath. In-ho's hands scramble to grip the backs of his husband's thighs, pulling the man flush against his chest. He plants both feet into the bed, lifting Gi-hun up and—

"I-In-ho!" Gi-hun shouts. "Oh shit—Oh fuck!"

In-ho growls beneath him, thrusting into him hard, fast, and unforgiving. "Is this what you wanted?" He digs his nails into Gi-hun's stockings, tearing them as he does so. "T-To get fucked like a whore? You just wanted me to fuck this sweet pussy, is that it?"

Gi-hun cries out, unsure of what to do with himself. Here he is, lifted just enough for In-ho to piston in and out of him like he really will get him pregnant. And it's exactly what he wants.

"Y-Yes!" he cries. "Fuck, yes! Yes!"

"Fuck, you drive me crazy."

He shifts ever so slightly, aiming his dick just so.

"O-Oh my god!" Gi-hun's body turns electric, his prostate being battered with every thrust. "Right there! Baby, right there! Fuck me, In-ho-ya, please, please, please!"

In-ho's turned all parts feral, groaning and absolutely primal. He needs this. He needs to fuck a baby into Gi-hun.

He lifts Gi-hun even further before shoving him forward, sending them both tumbling on top of each other.

"What are you—?! Oh, shit!"

In-ho shoves his husband face-first into their mattress, pinning both his hands on either side of his head. Gi-hun's in pure heaven, turning his face so he won't suffocate as In-ho pounds him into the bed.

"I'll fuck you," In-ho promises, bending low enough to whisper into Gi-hun's ear. "I'll fuck you as many times as I need to. You'll never walk through this house again, not without your stomach being full with my child."

"Y-Yes! Please! I need it!" Gi-hun already feels his eyes watering. "This is what I—! Ah, need you filling me up!"

"Even when you're leaking milk from your sexy ass tits, I'll fuck another baby into you." In-ho's pace has become punishing, abusing Gi-hun's prostate with every thrust. "I'll have cum running down your legs when you wake up. When you make breakfast. When you go to work."

Gi-hun shakes his head violently. "N-No!" He pushes his ass back in time with In-ho's thrusts. "I-I need it in me! Don't let it…" He heaves a sob between moans. "Need your cum! I—don't let it fall out, In-ho-ya, please!"

"There'll always be more for you," In-ho continues. "I'll fuck you as many times as you need."

"I always need it!" Gi-hun screams. "I always need your cock!"

In-ho pants heavily into his ear, doubling down his efforts. "F-Fuck, you're so sexy, baby." He screws his eyes shut. "Shit, I think I'm—"

"Fuck, yes!" Gi-hun turns his palms beneath In-ho's hold to lace their fingers together. "Yes, yes, yes, do it!"

"Y-You want it?" In-ho squeezes their hands together. "You want my cum in your pussy?"

Gi-hun nods, mouth open as he drools onto their sheets. "Yes! Fuck, I need it! Need it in my p-pussy!"

In-ho tuts, still cocky as ever. "Ask nicely."

"P-Please!" Gi-hun begs. "Please fill me with your cum! Please, yeobo, please, can I have it? Please, oh my god—!"

"Fuck, here it comes!" In-ho slams himself harder and harder, breath ragged as he reaches his peak. "Take it! Take my fucking cum, slut."

He moans, loud and drawn out as he fucks them through his orgasm. His pace doesn't let up for one second, draining his balls into his husband whose eyes have since rolled back into his head.

Gi-hun? He's a mess as his ass is filled to the brim, wet and perfect and still getting abused.

"T-Thank you!" he cries out, still fucking himself back on In-ho's cock. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He screws his eyes shut. He's so full; he's seeing stars. "Oh god, I'm—! You feel so—! You're gonna make me—!"

In-ho continues draining himself as ropes of his cum flood Gi-hun's hole. "T-That's it. Thaaat's it, beautiful. You did so good for me. Cum on my cock, sweatheart."

That's all the permission Gi-hun needs to let go. He almost screams as his body thrashes through his second mind-blowing orgasm of the night. He completely sullies the beddings beneath them, covering his stomach, thighs, and sheets with an impressive amount of cum.

They whine through it as In-ho eventually slows, still letting out the faintest amounts of his spend. A small trickle has already began running down Gi-hun's taint and balls.

"Oh my god," In-ho shudders. He's already lining his husband's neck with kisses. "Oh my god, Gi-hun-ya, are you okay—"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence.

Gi-hun, for all the events of tonight, gently shoves his husband off him. He rolls onto his back, and In-ho sees it immediately.

"Y-Yeobo," he breathes, still recovering from his orgasm. "Are you…?"

Gi-hun nods, spreading his legs wide to show off his ruined hole. Cum has already seeped out, further ruining their mattress. His cock, the one that had just unloaded for the second time tonight, still stands angrily against his cum-covered thighs.

"It's not enough," Gi-hun purrs, gripping the backs of his thighs and showing off what In-ho loves most. "I'm still hard."

In-ho's not sure how it happens. He's not sure how it's even possible. But he somehow twitches. It's faint. Barely there. But he feels himself getting hard once more.

"Holy fuck," he breathes, crawling forward until the tip of his dick catches the cum falling from Gi-hun's hole. "You need more. Is that right?"

"The first load," Gi-hun begins, eyes hooded as he watches his husband tease his hole, "it didn't take."

"No?" In-ho all but gasps. He lets his dick become soaked, passing it up and down Gi-hun's hole. "Your hole's just not satisified. You need more in this sloppy, slutty pussy?"

Gi-hun nods. "I need you to breed me, yeobo."

It's like some primal instinct passes over In-ho's eyes. His face darkens, and his gaze doesn't leave Gi-hun's for a second as he presses his cock forward.

"Such a pretty slut," In-ho hisses. "God, you're so fucking pretty."

His cock leaves Gi-hun's ass only to be replaced with his face.

"W-What are you doing—ah, ah, shit!"

Gi-hun's words taper off into the sweetest sound In-ho's ever heard. But it all falls on deaf ears because In-ho's pushing his husband's legs further up and delving into the absolute feast before him.

"Sho fucking good," In-ho moans, eyes closed in bliss as he sucks at Gi-hun's hole.

Gi-hun hisses, still holding himself open despite it. "B-Baby, don't—" He shudders. "I-I need your cum. Please don't take it, please—"

It's all for naught as In-ho motorboats his sweet pussy.

"Fuck," Gi-hun cries out, throwing his head back. "Please, baby."

In-ho frowns, coming up just enough to speak. "Who said I was cleaning you up?" He shoves two of his fingers back into Gi-hun's cunt. "I'm not taking anything, sweetheart. I'm keeping you nice and full for me."

And he means it.

Gi-hun groans as In-ho shoves his cum back inside. It squelches loudly—obscenely. Not a single drop has left him now, not even the parts that had dripped down his ass.

"Listen to that, baby," In-ho sighs before spitting where his fingers piston in and out. "You hear that?"

Gi-hun whines, thrusting shallowly back against the intrusion.

"You're so fucking wet for me."

He finally pulls his fingers out, careful as to not let a single drop of their coupling go to waste. The way Gi-hun bends himself, legs high in the air and ass propped up, nothing can slip out now.

"Spread your pussy for me, baby."

Gi-hun does as asked, hands fumbling to grab at his ass cheeks. "Like this?"

In-ho only strokes his cock, heat rising to his cheeks as he ogles his husband. He should feel more ashamed at how turned on he is at this display. And Gi-hun, in turn, should feel more insulted at the way In-ho looks at him—like he's something to ravage. Something to use as a toy.

But he spreads his hole further instead.

"Baby," Gi-hun breathes. "You like my pussy like this?" He squeezes the meat of his asscheeks. "You like seeing my pretty pussy?"

In-ho strokes himself faster, groaning. "You know I do."

"Breed me," Gi-hun tries to demand. "Put a baby in me and treat me like a fucking whore."

"Yea?" In-ho asks, inching closer until his tip catches on Gi-hun's rim. "You're a pretty little whore, aren't you?"

Gi-hun nods fervently, panting as his hole tries to clench around nothing. "I am. I am, I am, I am."

"Say it." In-ho bends forward and places a hand beside his husband's head. He looms over him, their lips mere inches apart. "Say what you are."

Gi-hun's lips remain parted, his tongue rolling out. He doesn't care anymore. Not as In-ho's cock slowly inches inside only to be pulled out again. Not as his husband's cum soaks deep within his cunt. Not as the same man's cum dries all over his face and hairline. Not even as his own cum stains his favorite set of lingerie.

"I'm your pretty little whore." Gi-hun smiles, absolutely blissful at the admission. "I'm your pretty, slutty little cockslut whore."

"Good, sweet boy," In-ho coos, offering Gi-hun a full inch of his length. Gi-hun mewls, eyes rolling back and his grin growing dopey. "Do you want my cock in your ass? Hm?"

Gi-hun's absolutely lost it, rolling his bottom lip in between his top teeth and rocking back on his husband's cock. He almost doesn't register the question until In-ho grabs his chin and forces him back to planet earth.

"Hey." He lightly smacks his cheek. "Answer me, cockslut. You want this in your ass?"

Gi-hun can't even see straight as In-ho gifts him with another precious inch, stretching him back to fullness.

"Mm-hm."

Another smack to his cheek. "Hey, use your words. Or are you too cockdrunk already?"

Gi-hun's knees, propped upon In-ho's shoulders, have now fully hit his chest. He almost can't breathe. He's so full. He's shaking just from the position.

"Of course," In-ho whispers. "Look at you. Eyes crossed and already crying just from getting your pussy filled."

Gi-hun makes a small noise in his throat, an agreement. If he could speak, he'd say yes a thousand times over. He's cockdrunk. Absolutely in heaven, exactly where he wants to be.

"You've been so fucking good for me," In-ho says. "Look, baby. You took me all the way."

Gi-hun moans behind his trapped bottom lip. He can't look. He can't see. All he can do is feel.

"Let's put that baby in you."

Gi-hun shrieks as In-ho pulls all the way out before slamming back in. The force of the movement shakes the bed against the wall, and it's so loud that it must reverberate throughout the house. In-ho's not slowing down, plowing into Gi-hun as the sounds of their moans and mating fill the room.

"Yes!" Gi-hun keels. "F-Fuck me! Fuck me!"

In-ho presses both hands into the mattress, caging his husband in as he fucks him for all he's worth. His balls smack wetly against Gi-hun's dripping ass, driving In-ho frantic to simply hear more of it.

"Open your mouth," In-ho demands. "Open your slutty mouth, beautiful."

Gi-hun doesn't need to be told to do so. His tongue lolls out on its own accord, and he has half a mind to think he looks like a corny pornstar.

"Fuck, there you are," In-ho grunts. "Such a good fucking boy."

He spits, hard, and Gi-hun moans at the taste. Before In-ho can even ask, he's swallowing it down like it's the best treat he's ever had.

"M-More," he whimpers. "Shpit—ah—spit on… me, please!"

In-ho collects more saliva in his mouth before spitting again on his husband's waiting tongue.

"Thank you!" Gi-hun wails, hands flopping to find the back of In-ho's head. He tugs at his hair, pulling him until their noses bump. "Thank you, oh my god, thank you!"

In-ho's efforts seem to double at this. The bed creaks as if it'll break, and Gi-hun can't stop moaning like a bitch in heat.

"You're so beautiful like this," In-ho growls. "So fucking pretty on my cock."

He smashes their lips together, hard and furious. In-ho's cursing himself, kicking himself in the leg when Gi-hun pulls on his hair so rough it burns. Because he was at work, doing whatever was asked of him, when he could've been here. If he's to be at anyone's beck and call, he knows exactly who he'd want giving orders.

Gi-hun yelps into the kiss when In-ho fucks right against his prostate. In-ho swallows it down, pushing his tongue into his husband's mouth. They taste of each other—desperate, heady, and sinful. Gi-hun's tongue has the faint idea of pushing back, to tease In-ho as much as he wants to, but In-ho knows he simply can't. He's too far gone to really do anything.

In-ho pries himself away, and Gi-hun's immediately crying at the loss. Tears have resumed welling in his eyes because In-ho's too far away. He needs him. He needs him so bad it hurts.

"Look at you," In-ho admires, breathless as he hammers home. He rakes a hand down Gi-hun's chest before tugging at his bralette. "Covered in my—fuck—cum, legs bent past your head."

He tugs one more time at the bralette before Gi-hun hears a rip.

"Your tits are bouncing, Gi-hun-ya," In-ho whines, cupping one in his hand. "You're so perfect."

Gi-hun shouts as In-ho bends down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucks as hard as he can, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

"Next time I fuck you," In-ho murmurs against his skin, "there'll be milk coming out of these."

Gi-hun can imagine it so clearly. In-ho fucking him so perfectly like this, leaning down over his distended belly to latch onto a tit and suck from him. His eyes would roll back, absolutely addicted to the taste.

In-ho's sucking wildly at his chest, moving between the two and nipping at the flesh as he goes. Purple has already begun to blossom all over, and Gi-hun can't wait to see it in the morning—the proof that he's In-ho's. That he's been claimed. Been bred.

Gi-hun pulls wildly at In-ho's hair. "M-More!" He thrusts back against In-ho's cock. "Fuck, more, more, I need more!"

"So damn greedy," In-ho hisses, slamming as hard as he possibly can. "You're such a needy slut, aren't you?" He slaps a tit. "Say it. Say you're a needy slut who can't exist without my cock."

Gi-hun's beyond shame.

"I'm a needy slut!" he shouts. "I-I'm a needy, cockdrunk slut!" His hands drop from In-ho's hair to press his chest together. "I can't exist without your cock! Please fill me up! Please, I need it! I need it, please!"

His trembling fingers circle his pert nipples before tugging. In-ho's mouth hangs open, drool slipping out before dripping onto his husband's chest.

"Yea?" In-ho can't help it. He's actually drooling. "You need my cum, baby?"

Gi-hun aims his head just so, trying his hardest to catch the drool spilling from his husband's mouth. "Y-Yes!" He catches a droplet, sticking his tongue out for more. "Get it in my sloppy pussy!"

In-ho grins, spitting harder against his husband's tongue. "Fuck, just imagine it," he heaves. "You won't be able to walk out of the house without…" He moans at the thought. "Without everyone knowing who knocked you up."

Gi-hun's stomach clenches. He can feel it. In-ho's going to finally do it: he's going to shoot his cum into his womb and really get him pregnant. He can almost feel the man's cock hitting his cervix with every thrust.

"O-Oh my god," Gi-hun sobs. His eyes cross yet again as he pulls as hard as he can on his nipples. "I think I'm—!" He gasps at a partiularly rough thrust against his prostate. "I'm gonna—"

"You gonna cum, baby?" In-ho grins. "Wait for it. Hold it."

"N-No, I—I can't!" Gi-hun hiccups. He's crying again. It's too good. It's too much. "I-In-ho-ya—!"

In-ho screws his eyes shut, burying himself to the hilt with every thrust. "Y-Yes, you can. Hold it for me, sweetheart."

Gi-hun can't. He really can't. That familiar heat blossoms in his lower belly, and it's different. Somehow, this feels more intense than any of his previous orgasms. This one builds from his toes before creeping up his shaking, rattling legs and reaching his belly. His body is no longer his own—it simply belongs to the pleasure begging for release.

Gi-hun shakes his head. "Please!" he wails, fisting deep into his abused breasts. "Please, I wanna—!" He can't see, maybe from his cross-eyed stare or the tears in his eyes. "P-Please! It's too much—It's—!"

In-ho continues fucking him, his grunts growing louder and louder with each slap of his balls against Gi-hun's ass. "You wanna cum? You wanna cum on my fat cock?"

"Y-Yes!" Gi-hun begs, his cockdrunk smile never having left his face despite the tears. "I can't hold it—I can't—!"

"You wanna get bred?" In-ho moans. "You want me to breed this sloppy pussy of yours?"

"Breed me!" Gi-hun shrieks, tugging harder onto his nipples. He's almost there. He's so close. "Breed me, In-ho-ya! Get me—oh my god—get me pregnant! Please give me your cum! Please! Please, please, please!"

"Cum on my cock, sweetheart. You've earned it."

Gi-hun doesn't hear or see anything. His vision whites out as his back arches off the bed. His legs thrash against In-ho's shoulders as his nails dig painful crescent-shaped marks into his chest. His cock releases his final load of the night, cum spraying from him like a jet, so much so that it gets up to his chest, neck, and face.

"F-Fuck! Gonna breed this pussy!" In-ho yells, Gi-hun's walls becoming so tight that he can barely continue fucking him. He slams home anyway, fucking them through their highs. "I'm cumming! Fuck, Gi-hun-ya, I-I'm cumming!"

In-ho floods his insides for the second time tonight, even as he continues battering down on Gi-hun's prostate. Gi-hun's still cumming with each passing thrust, almost as if the force of In-ho's fucking forces more cum from his weeping cock.

"Yesss," Gi-hun babbles as his spend is forced all over his dopey smile. "Get it… all in…"

In-ho's thrusts slow down, even as his release continues. Gi-hun's unable to do a single thing but take it, his cum devolving into a clear stream trickling from his cock and onto his soon-to-be growing belly.

"Fuck," In-ho murmurs, dragging a hand through the mess on Gi-hun's stomach. "So messy for me. So wet." He grins. "Say thank you, Gi-hun-ya."

Gi-hun slowly comes back to himself, moaning softly.

"Thank you," he whimpers. "Thank you for getting me pregnant, yeobo."

In-ho's hand settles at his belly button.

Gi-hun's breathing evens out. His hand leaves his chest to join his husband's. They lay at his stomach, expectant.

"Do you think…" Gi-hun begins, the fantasy already starting to fade. "Do you think it actually…?"

In-ho nods. "It took."

Gi-hun hums sweetly, feeling the last bits of himself being drained.

"Good."

In-ho sighs, his movements finally coming to a halt.

"You," he begins, still bending his husband and half. He cups his sullied face with his equally sullied hands and smiles. "You are absolutely perfect, Gi-hun-ya."

Gi-hun smiles, doey eyed despite the cum all over his pretty face. "Am I?"

In-ho chuckles. "You know you are."

In-ho leans forward, pressing his lips to Gi-hun's. It's absolutely perfect. As they both soften, finally spent for the night, In-ho feels himself completely satisfied.

When they separate, In-ho rubs a hand down Gi-hun's ripped stocking. "I'm gonna put set these down, okay?"

Gi-hun nods in understanding as his husband slowly lowers his thighs back onto the bed. It's only now that the older man feels his age.

"Oh my god," he laughs before groaning at his muscles. "Never listen to me when I'm horny again."

In-ho snorts. "You have a tendency to be very convincing." He gently works a knot out from one of Gi-hun's hamstrings. "I don't think I could say no to you if I tried."

Gi-hun laughs in return. "I'm serious. We're not twenty."

In-ho rolls his eyes playfully. "I'll try my hardest." His hands settle onto Gi-hun's knees. "I'm gonna pull out now, okay?"

He pulls back, and both men hiss at the overstimulation. After a second, In-ho finally slips free and the sight is…

"Oh fuck," In-ho groans. His dick throbs at the sight, and the very sensation makes him curl in on himself. "I almost got hard again."

Gi-hun shirks. "Absolutely not. No more."

But In-ho's eyes remain glued to the mess of cum, spit, and lube draining from Gi-hun's hole. He looks properly ruined. Hickeys litter his thighs, ass, chest, and neck. His lingerie has ripped, the panties and bralette still clinging—albeit soaked—to his sweaty skin.

"Take a picture," Gi-hun giggles. "It'll last longer."

In-ho couldn't agree more.

He's already scrambling to the edge of the bed, searching for his work pants. When he finds them, he fishes for his phone and opens up the camera app.

"Wha—In-ho, you can't be serious," Gi-hun flushes.

"I need it for when you're at work," In-ho says immediately. "Come on. Show me that pretty pussy of yours."

Gi-hun's face is on fire. But those words make him spread his legs a little wider. His body creaks with the movement, but he presses onward, hooking his arms back under his legs and pulling apart his ass, presenting his ruined hole.

"Fuck, there you go," In-ho moans. He aims the camera at his husband. "This way I can always remember how you looked when I knocked you up."

Something in Gi-hun's stomach flips.

Maybe just for In-ho, he sticks his tongue out just a little, catching some of the cum at the corner of his mouth.

"There's my good boy," In-ho sighs, snapping a few pictures. "Bred and absolutely perfect."

After getting a few (dozen) photos, In-ho reluctantly sets his phone back on their nightstand.

"You're a mess," he chuckles, helping his husband set his legs back down.

"And whose fault is that?"

In-ho's heart clenches as Gi-hun giggles up at him, his flushed chest rising and falling, perfectly content. His hair mattes to his forehead, and his eyes are half-lidded as sleep beckons him onward.

"Wait here."

"As if I can move."

In-ho waddles awkwardly toward their bedroom's attached bathroom. Gi-hun laughs loudly behind him, saying something about getting what Ga-yeong calls "the ick." In-ho throws a half-hearted glare over his scratched shoulder.

When he returns, he has not one but two wetcloths. He sinks back into their bed and starts dabbing at his husband's sternum and abdonmen.

"You're insane," In-ho admonishes as he works through the lace of Gi-hun's ripped panties. "I really don't think there's saving this set, huh?"

"You ripped it," Gi-hun points out. "You can't be mad at me."

When In-ho tugs at his garter belt, Gi-hun lifts his hips, letting his husband pull down the belt and panties.

"You started it." In-ho lifts Gi-hun's legs, one at a time, before slowly pulling down his damp stockings. Gi-hun helps by sliding off what's left of his bralette.

"You're such a baby."

In-ho says nothing, only cleaning up the mess between Gi-hun's thighs. It almost makes him ache, seeing the evening being wiped away. He moves to his face, now using the second wetcloth to dab at his cum-stained face. He takes extra time here, feeling every ridge and divot and wrinkle that Gi-hun sports.

When he's all but done, he holds Gi-hun's face in his hands.

"Hi."

Gi-hun, for all their bickering, smiles back. "Hi."

"I really meant it," In-ho says. "You're so beautiful." His smile turns wicked. "And not just when you're covered in my cum."

Gi-hun gasps, smacking In-ho on the shoulder. "And here I thought you were being nice."

In-ho cackles, falling onto the bed and turning on his side. Gi-hun follows suit. They face one another, laughter pouring out between them.

In-ho reaches out, playing with an overgrown strand of hair. After the games, Gi-hun made it a point to slowly come back to himself. To choose something other than the pit he'd been in since his first games. In-ho was right there with him, and he still is. He thinks he always will be.

"So," he begins. "What was that all about?"

Gi-hun frowns in confusion for just a second before lighting up in recognition. A bright flush returns to his cheeks.

"Can't I wanna sleep with you?"

"You were teasing me all week," In-ho explains. "Then, you send me a video of you riding your dildo while I'm at work."

Gi-hun groans in embarrassment, covering his face with both hands. He scoots forward, pressing his face into his husband's neck. "Don't."

"Don't be embarrassed," In-ho laughs. "I told you I touched myself on the way home, didn't I?"

Gi-hun slowly peers up from his shoulder. "You're a danger to all other drivers."

In-ho gives him a look. "So. Are you gonna answer my question or not?"

Gi-hun frowns. He looks away before sighing.

"It's about the girls," he confesses. In-ho moves to speak, but Gi-hun stops him. "I know it's natural that they're getting older. We've talked about it. I know. But when Si-won went to daycare this week, I couldn't believe how old she'd gotten."

In-ho cards his hand through Gi-hun's hair. Not saying anything, but doing everything.

"And then we had lunch with your brother, and…" Gi-hun groans in embarrassment. "He said we should just have another one."

In-ho offers a half-hearted smile. "This all started because of a joke Jun-ho made?"

"I know it's stupid."

"No, no, it's not stupid," In-ho says immediately, pulling his husband back toward his neck. Gi-hun clings to him, basking in their shared afterglow. "Silly, maybe."

Gi-hun laughs against him. In-ho's chest warms with the sound.

"Well, maybe we can't have another one the traditional way," In-ho hums, soothing his hand down his husband's back. "But we could always revisit it when our hands are less full."

Gi-hun pulls away immediately, smile immediately disappearing as his eyes rake over In-ho's face. He's quiet for a full minute, trying his hardest to see if his husband is joking.

"Are you…" he gulps. "Are you serious?"

In-ho's heart patters hard against his ribcage. For the prospect of what he's proposing and for the man in his arms. For the man who's forgiven and walked alongside him for the past few years.

"I am," he says. "If you are."

Gi-hun's bottom lip trembles, his eyes watering uncontrollably.

"I'm serious, too."

"Okay."

Gi-hun's smile finally returns, and he's immediately peppering In-ho's face with kiss after kiss. In-ho snorts through it, laughing as he's pushed onto his back and Gi-hun climbs atop him.

"Hey," In-ho chuckles. "Get off me."

"Nope!" Kiss. "You're just…" Kiss. "Too good—" Kiss. "—Not to kiss!" Kiss.

When Gi-hun presses a kiss right below In-ho's ear, he groans. "Gi-hun-ya, you're playing a dangerous game."

Gi-hun's shoulders tense as he stops his kisses halfway down In-ho's neck. "Shoot," he curses, ceasing his ministrations and flopping atop In-ho's chest. "Don't get hard. Please don't get hard."

"I seriously don't think I could if I wanted to."

They lay against each other, and In-ho wishes he had the nerve to tell Gi-hun he can't breathe. However, he knows if he does that, Gi-hun will surely move off him. And he'd take suffocation over that any day.

"Hey," Gi-hun murmurs after a while. His fingers tap along In-ho's collarbone. "Maybe, until we're ready for another one, we could get something else?"

"Like what?"

"Maybe a cat," Gi-hun whispers. He presses a kiss to where his fingers just were. "Low maintenance. The girls have been begging for a pet for a while."

"You want a cat."

Gi-hun chuckles. "I do."

In-ho sighs.

"You win," he admits. "You always do."

Gi-hun props his head up, just enough to meet his husband's eyes. "It's because you're… What was the word you used?" He looks up at the ceiling. "Right! You're 'obsessed' with me."

"Oh, shut up." A pinch to Gi-hun's side, making him shriek. "I hate you."

"I hate you, too."

Gi-hun lays so their stomaches are flush. And In-ho can't help it. He takes Gi-hun's face in his hands and pulls him in for a kiss.

"I love you."

Gi-hun smiles against his lips.

"I love you, too."

12:31 AM

Bzz!

Gi-hun groans from his place against In-ho's side. "Yeobo, I thought we said no phones."

In-ho perks up from his takeout. "I'm shorry." He swallows his food. "I forgot to turn off notifications. Could you get it? It's just over there." He nods toward their coffee table.

Gi-hun gives him a look that could cut glass. "You're lucky you're cute."

He scoots away from their oasis in the corner of the couch and moves to pick up In-ho's phone. The movie they'd been meaning to watch for weeks plays in the background.

"Oh," Gi-hun says, checking the notification. "It's from Jun-ho." He sends a wink his husband's way. "Maybe we should thank him for that suggestion."

In-ho laughs for all but a second before his eyes widen and his face blanches.

"Let me text him back," Gi-hun suggests as he unlocks the phone.

"Gi-hun, wait—"

Jun-ho: I am absolutely not okay.

Jun-ho: I've asked No-eul if I could sleep over. I think I'm traumatized.

Jun-ho: You need a privacy screen.

Jun-ho: You're lucky no one else saw that.

Jun-ho: Why the hell were you looking at that during a work meeting?!

Jun-ho: Goodnight. Ne-oul just came back with bleach.

Gi-hun's whole world stops.

His grip slackens, and In-ho's phone hits the coffee table with a loud crash.

"In-ho…"

In-ho's already setting his takeout down and pausing the movie. "Yeobo, okay, listen—"

Gi-hun turns slowly. Very slowly. "Did Jun-ho see my messages?"

In-ho stays silent.

And that's all the confirmation Gi-hun needs as he grabs a pillow and aims it at In-ho's head.

"Wait, wait, wait, Gi-hun-ya!"

That's all In-ho can say before Gi-hun tackles him to the ground.

Notes:

Again, thank you guys so much for reading! I sincerely appreciate you all and hope to upload not just my longer fic but also smutty/non smutty one shots as well! If you guys have any requests, I'd love to hear it down below as well (not just from this verse, but any AUs or in universe oneshots as well!) ;) Can't make any promises but I need to get back into consistently writing! See you all hopefully very soon!!! XO Thank you always for your support <3

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