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Since the morning broke through the windows, there's this weariness following you around the house. Something about the atmosphere inside the air's different and yet you're clueless what exactly changed. Saeyoung's out with Vanderwood the entire day since a new mall opened their doors with thousands of shops that weren't available in this area before. So, they're not the issue at hand. The weather outside the garden's not spectacular, nor very bad either.
A sea of clouds covered the otherwise blue sky with a touch of gray inside which were foreshadowing for the rain that'll come down at night at the latest. You'd be affected if the humidity would be high, however, that's not the case inside the house. At this point you're thinking you might go a little crazy instead, considering there's nothing out of the ordinary. Your lover was already busy with some work related to the C&R intelligence unit when you got out of bed.
After bringing him a cup of coffee, for which you earned a sweet little peek to the cheek, he'd been inside his office nonstop. Regardless. This feeling stayed stuck to your back and the funniest about it; it's not really uncomfortable. Some kind of tension if you'd try to describe it, not something casual yet there's nothing about it leaving you suffocated. »Bored, Angel?« Your eyes wandered to the man wearing his signature white shirt, coming through the door frame to reach the living room.
Your head leaned back over the armrest, playing some silly game you found a few days ago as you got comfortable spreading your limbs over the couch. »Not bored, no. What about you? Still hardworking?« The smile's audible in your voice when he walked into the kitchen attached to the rest of the living room. »I'm finished for today. They had trouble to change the code of the firewall for protective majors.« Saeran grabbed himself a glass out for the cupboard to pour in some of the iced tea standing in the fridge. Surely he worked all the way through, you knew this man by heart.
Didn't change the fact it's bad for his health. You huffed once he came back and sat straight, patting the space next to you. Saeran's bright ocean eyes sparkled as you invited him next to your side. No signs of tiredness on his part, but these could also happen internally. »You know, I don't understand anything about your work.« You nudged his side, getting a cheeky grin in return. »But you asked, Angel. So I'll tell you if you want it or not.« Saeran sipped from the glass then, having your eyes follow the movement of the edge leaning against his lips. For a second the tension narrowed your chest, staring despite your better judgement screaming to do the opposite.
It's just the way he took everything to his lips, he's always pretty slow for some reason. You managed to tear your eyes off after waving your hand at his words. »W-Well, it won't get better just because you explain it all the time.« Saeran raised an eyebrow by that. »Practice makes perfect, my love.« He stated rather dull, somehow it shot a shiver down your spine, but he's quick to add a bit more softness to his voice. »I mean.. A lot in life is just try and error. You continue unit you get the hang of it.« You nodded, knowing that's true depending on the action you're training. Yet practice alone wasn't always the answer for something to work out flawlessly, as seen with the conflict in the past.
You took the glass whereas Saeran's kind to not mention it. »Hm, okay yeah. But it doesn't work for this.« You flicked his shoulder, seeing how his white, fluffy hair fell more chaotically when shaking his head amused. He didn't watch as you drank from the iced tea, though. Odd. Normally he didn't break the eye contact. »Aha? And when is it enough?« He asked. Good question you thought, considering practice alone's often not the key for success, that's certain. Only half aware how he took the glass again you kept your head up with the palm. »Hm, I think it's enough when wanting to draw.. Or make art in general. Maybe driving a car, you know? These things.«
Saeran hummed shortly, making you frown because he suddenly sounded like his mouth's full. Before having the chance to ask, Saeran placed his big hand to your cheek. Your eyes snapped open when he pressed his lips to yours, still a bit chapped even with so many months passing by. »Hmpf!?« Your attempt to speak ended in vain as Saeran's faster to pull your chin down with his thumb and part your lips. The iced tea that's now warm ran into your mouth, then. His tongue pushed the rest down yours, a lot more wet due to the drink making your face messy as some drops ran down your skin instead.
At first you refused to swallow, your boyfriend kept your head upward by using the right amount of strength regardless. Wiggling's useless, therefore you ended up letting the liquid run down your throat. »Hah–!« He's the one pulling away, giving you the oxygen you began to lack. »W-Wha..« There's it again, this undeniable tension cutting the atmosphere thin. Your doe-eyes gloomed at him, making him snicker. Saeran let his tongue slip out before running it over his lips to clean them. »Hehe.« His rough chuckle forced your legs to squeeze shut, having you wonder what in the holy hell that was. »I think practice's enough to get good at lots of things.«
Now he continued to chat like nothing happened, making you stare in even more disbelief. But Saeran shrugged his shoulders while leaning back to enjoy more of the wind coming through the window. White shirt casually brushing against the pale skin of his neck, how come you noticed this detail now? It's sending heat down your body; you could feel yourself getting overwhelmed by sudden desire. Did he do it on purpose? If so, he's sly at being discreet. »My Angel surely is very good at practicing manual work.«
He reached one arm over the back of the couch, close to the point where his warmth met yours. His sweet albeit arboraceous scent rising into your nose to fill out the few empty spaces. You felt the blush explode over your face while he's just smirking at you. »She's a fast learner. Always kind to lend me a helping hand..« His fingers came up to let your hair strands run through the gaps, so captivating with a little show of affection. You blinked embarrassed, seemingly speechless for the words spilling out of your boyfriend. Saeran huffed lightheaded, tugging slightly on some hair strands.
»Very eager to get it done right. Hm?« Was this the weird feeling that's been glued to your back the moment you woke up? Was it him after all? Your head leaned back once Saeran bend forward more. »You're so cute, My love. But..« His other hand reached out to stroke some hair behind your ear. »I like you naughty sometimes, too. That also takes practice.« Much closer, you're able to see the loose threads swimming inside his iris. Resembling the calm before the storm. Past Saeran would've never had the confidence for such flirting but time changes people, you figured.
You bit down your lower lip, unable to ignore the excitement that rushed through your veins like a wildfire. Making you rub your legs against each other for a bit friction. Saeran's obvious when watching you bite your lip, you're unsure if he realized he did the same thing afterwards. »How about.. we practice a little right now? Your mouth,« His thumb pushed the tip into it, pressing down your tongue. »it looks like it would want to. Does my Angel want it as well?« You breath stayed stuck in your throat, not strong enough to break out of the eye contact he's holding so shamelessly.
Saeran seemed pleased with himself for making you react that way, how dare he being so blunt about his needs, you're almost envying that ability a bit. »She looks pretty willing to me..« Saeran titled his head, brushing your lips with his for the sake of teasing before you had to grab him by the shirt and pull him down. Both his hands came around your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss right away. His tongue ran over your lower lip, hearing you gasp had him chuckle into your mouth. Another shiver ran through your legs by the sound, you burned alive by the thick air inside the living room.
You sighed heavily as he let his kisses wander down to your neck, sucking on the spots he's aware get you railed up within no time. Saeran kept you pressed against him despite your body arching to his touch. »Ah- okay.. O-Okay, okay yeah. I want to- hm..!« You begged he'd stop after admitting it, to your luck, he did. »Now that's my Princess.« You ruffled through his hair, letting it look like the past that maybe wasn't the easiest to sort through. The look, though, it was way too attractive on him. You pushed him by the chest unit his back's to the couch again. Saeran's eyes suddenly glittered a lot darker than before, it gave you predatory vibes that had the already wet spot between your legs only grow. »I'll do good.. just relax.«
He nodded, letting you climb down the couch to kneel down at the floor instead. Having his focus like this, it's a bit difficult not to open his belt with shaking hands. What's gotten into him today? Not that you're complaining, on the contrary, this was kinda hot if you'd been honest. It's simply because Saeran never really was that straightforward with this type of desire. It's new. Thrilling, even. »Do you need help, Angel?« You shook your head free, almost letting a squeak out when he stood up with his hips to your eye level. And it showed you're not the only one excited, he's half hard. Saeran's white hair fell forward when making sure to get off the belt.
You couldn't help but stare up at him, even taller than he already was. This angle's suffocating for other reasons. »Be careful, you'll catch a fly.« He teased, only then you became aware of the fact your mouth's hanging open. You closed it immediately, yet Saeran just exhaled amused. »You'll keep it open long enough, don't worry.« Wow, okay, what in the world. You didn't know what to say to such dirty declaration, that's why you decided on keeping yourself silent. Next were his pants, which you took into your own hands and pulled them down along his boxers in one go.
There were a few things you'd never get tired of and seeing Saeran naked was one of the first on the list. He's always so pretty. A little growl vibrated in his chest when the cool air hit his erection. How come your mouth's so dry out of the blue? Because you'd never done this before? Perhaps, very likely even. »Hey (N)..« Your attention snapped back up to your lover, the familiar sparkle of concern back inside in his features. »Are you okay? You know you don't have to.. I was just..« Being at a loss for words, Saeran referred from sighing.
It's not hard to read he really wanted you to give it a shot today. Not to mention the last time you tried had you back out the last second due to fear of the unknown. You smiled to calm his nerves and put your hand around his cock the same second, now it's his turn for his eyes to widen in shock. »I-It's fine.. We practice, remember? I really wanna try.« He twitched in your hand, pinching an eye close as you squeezed to gain a reaction. Saeran cussed quietly under his breath, putting one hand back onto your head. »Okay.. okay then do something..« Impatience, you could hear it in the urge of his voice. »Don't.. you want to sit down?«
You gazed back at the couch, yet Saeran shook his head, scratching his nails carefully over your scalp. Making you tremble with need. »I like the view I have.. Go on.« A bit embarrassed by the implication, you first pumped up and down with your hand. Saeran flinched by the sudden consistency, it made you grin. You read what to do online, nonetheless there's only one way to put the instructions to the test. You licked over your lips, avoiding his eyes as you lifted yourself higher. Hesitant you kissed the tip first, taking some of the precum that already came out into your mouth to taste him.
You couldn't quite tell what it's like, something new for sure. Saeran's breath came out ragged as you licked over the tip first, then all the way down to the base. Luckily he wasn't huge, otherwise this would've been a lot more terrifying. He's fine, he's really good looking. A cute lover you had, both a blessing and curse simultaneously. »Hm.. com'on.« You're uncertain if he talked to you directly since he whispered these words. Didn’t matter, you took it as an order and let the tip of his cock slide between your lips. A new feeling for you and him as well, you're aware. »Shit! Be careful with your teeth, princess.«
You pulled your lips in, hearing him hum in appreciation. »Good, good. Yeah. Like that. Keep going..« Whenever his mind’s clouded with lust, there’s a raw touch to his words forcing you to give in willingly. His fingers repeatedly dug into your hair before letting lose, you guessed Saeran's trying not to press you onto him with force. For which you're more than grateful. »Damn..!« He hissed through his teeth when you lowered your head on him, deeper and deeper in torturing pace. You needed time to get used to something so big, it's no surprise you ended up gagging a few times before reaching your limit either.
Doing your best not to tear up, you lowered as much as possible until you couldn't get any more. It's pretty good for the first time, you had no comparison yet but your gut told you it's enough. Saeran ran his hand up and down the back of your head, you found the courage to look up for a second. It made him groan when you did. He looked pretty wild already even though you hadn’t done much. »Fuck you look pretty.. You're so cute.« The praise had the tips of your ears heat up.
You closed your eyes then, no change in hell you'll keep gazing into his eyes when doing something like this. You tried to lift your head again, slowly you let your tongue press against the hot skin of his. »Goddamn it..« Your own arousal corrupted your head, especially whenever he's cussing like that, it's really a turn on. It got better after the third time of moving your head on him, a little deeper and faster than before. It had Saeran’s take hold of your hair regardless. The slight pain made you moan; the sound must've been sensitive to his cock because he almost choked on air by it.
You gagged once again since he accidentally jerked forward when you tried to suck. »Shit– s-sorry.. Sorry I'm trying not to move too much but-.. fuck.« The apology cut off, you sucked again and heard how low Saeran's voice could become. »Doing well, Angel. Just don't stop, c'mon..« You nodded with what's possible and did it again, rubbing the rest you couldn't reach with your hand instead. You went faster, trying to reach your limit of speed and found a pretty good one that had your lover hold your head in place. »Fucking–« Your body trembled a lot more when he pushed his cock down your throat himself, you couldn't breathe for a second when he missed the pace you'd set at first.
»Hmh, is that good?« He asked rather teasingly, making you look up through the tears that formed on the corners of your eyes. The way he stared right through your head's chilling. »Princess.. answer me, hm? I-Is it good-?« You hummed, feeling his nails dig deeper and into your scalp. »Figured.. J-Just keep your pretty little mouth open. Hah, fuck-..« You rubbed your legs together, your own desire hard to ignore when Saeran kept repeating to push in and pull back out. Your jaw began to get tired and so you placed both hands to his hips, eyes still locked on his. Somehow watching him come apart above you's too nice to miss.
Saeran's panting hard, a few hissing noises and groans here and there let you know he's into it. The tears ran over your cheeks when his rhythm started to stutter, his movements less careful and ending up hitting the back of your throat a couple of times. »O-Oh.. Oh my god I'm- ngh.. close, so close princess. Keep going.« Funny order since he's the one moving. You moaned around his cock when you shifted for friction on the floor, that's apparently the push your boyfriend needed to fall over the edge. »Fuck..! Fuck, hm..« You felt him come apart on your tongue, running down a bit to make your chin dirty.
Saeran held your hair tight a moment longer, little trusts followed before he couldn't take any more. You thanked him silently for taking it back out, your poor jaw started to become numb along the way. Saeran tried with a slightly blurry vision to put himself in order, closing his pants that now needed to visit the washing machine. The heat of the room’s loosing on strength and thanks to that shift the tension slowly but surely vanished.
You’d been correct; It had been him. »Holy shit.. A-Are you okay?« The fear of hurting you overcame him massively, Saeran kneeled down in front of you, eyes filled with horror as if he'd just murdered somebody. The pretty red color already gone due to panic, what a shame. »I-I'm sorry! I don't know has gotten into me.. I guess I was a bit affected when seeing you lay on the couch... I'm sorry.« That's a compliment in some sense, wasn't it? You shook your head at his concern. It took you a second to get the cum down your throat, maybe not the best thing about what you both just did, yet not as terrible as people often portrayed it.
»I'm okay, Saeran..! Don't worry. It was fun.« Still not convinced, he did his best to straight your hair with sensual strokes. They had your heart bleed for him all over. Blue eyes checking every inch of your face to find a hint of betrayal. »Are you sure? I kinda.. I lost myself a bit.« Again, you nodded and since there's no lie to find, Saeran dropped his arms beside his mushy body. »Okay then.. I trust your words. But..«
A little blush caused by shame crawled over his cheeks, now he reminded you of a little boy being nervous to ask for a new toy, the way he scratched his neck's adding to the cuteness. »You did really... really well. Thank you, my love. This was amazing.« His compliments let you feel proud, it showed and Saeran chuckled by the sight. You then leaned in to give him a kiss to the lips. »So, practice succeeded?« For a moment silence dominated the air, but then both of you couldn't stop the laughter. »Of course,« Saeran assured, running his thumb over your cheek in a loving manner. »your practice was perfect. My Angel definitely succeeded.«