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Red.
The familiar colour began to make its way and settle on Shin’s lips.
He was back at it again. Lip biting. It began as a soothing way for him to cope when he was stressed, however it soon developed into a bad habit, almost like a reflex whenever he felt anxious or even bored. The latter ensuing when he lay in the solace of his student apartment with nothing to do.
Right now though, it was stress. With finals looming near, it was reasonable why he was so tense. To make matters worse, it was his last exams for graduation. He already prepared his final report; a fifteen page essay explaining the intricacies of his major, why he chose it, what he loves the most about it, and what he plans to do with his degree after graduating. His friends read it and loved it, not spearing an ounce of praise, especially his boyfriend, Junhyung. However, their comforting words were no use when it came to his exam anxiety.
Realizing what was settling in his mouth, Shin let out a soft curse and licked his lips clean. Placing his index finger on the damaged lip soon proved to be a mistake, as it joined his thumb and he began pulling on his first layer of skin instead.
Just then his hand was swatted away by an unknown strong force. Confused, he looked up to see his boyfriend peering down on him with concern lacing his features.
“What was that for?” Shin spoke. Junhyung didn’t reply but made his way around his couch and sat next to his lover. He placed their plates filled with steaming hot food that he just prepared in the kitchen.
“What’s up, bun?” Junhyung simpered.
Shin groaned. “I told you not to call me that,” he whined while placing his hands on his lap.
“Sorry,” Junhyung beamed -which Shin found as strange- proceeding to say, “baby.”
That earned another groan from Shin. He swiftly grabbed a pillow from his side of the sofa then threw it at Junhyung’s face. Junhyung laughed at the older’s pouty face. Grimacing at his boyfriend’s now messed up hair, Shin reached out his hand, running it through the younger’s brown locks and patting it down. Junhyung leaned into the touch, his face now plastered with a smile full of fondness. Once done, Shin retracted his hand back to his lap and placed the pillow back to where it was before it was involuntarily used as a battle weapon.
The younger cleared his throat, “Now care to tell me why your lip looks battered, my love?”
Shin sighed and mumbled, ”Biting.”
“Why?” It was now the younger’s turn to reach out his hand and run it through his lover’s blond locks.
“I don’t know, I-I’m just stressed with finals, Hyungie.” Subconsciously, his hand made its way back to his lips. Junhyung’s face showed a sad smile, letting the older vent out his frustrations while doing his habits as he knew from past experience that it was the best way for Shin to properly express himself. Letting his hand rest on the head of the couch around the blond, the brunette listened intently to whatever he uttered.
“I just hope I do well and pass, Hyungie. I don’t want to let anyone down,” he uttered the last part with a small, quiet breath, and looked down to his laps.
“Hey, hey, don’t think like that, Shin. We’re all so proud of how far you’ve come, okay,” he began to reassure, taking the older’s hand in his and placing a kiss on the back of it. “No matter what you do, everyone is so proud of you, Shin. Remember what your mom said? ‘Even if you fail college twice, it’s alright, as long as you never give up and keep working hard!’ And honey, you’ve worked hard since freshman year, of course you’ll pass well.” Junhyung beamed while Shin stared, starstruck at his words. He glanced down, mirroring the beaming expression on his lover’s face.
“Oh you, you and your words,” Shin chuckled while shaking his head.
“Oh you, you and your crazy smart brain,” Junhyung reciprocated, kicking his leg that was dangling off the side of the couch. Shin drew circles on the back of his lover’s hand, a bright smile prominent.
“I guess I busted my lip for nothing, huh.”
“You know, if you wanted to ruin your lips so bad, you could’ve just asked me to help,” Junhyung smirked darkly, locking sharp eyes with his boyfriend.
Red and hot blush covered the back of Shin’s neck and ears. His boyfriend’s words always made him feel things, whether innocent or dirty. He licked his lips and looked down trying to gather himself.
Taking that as a sign, Junhyung ushered closer until his forehead was a hair’s length away from the older’s. They could feel the other’s breath on their lips but no one made a move forward. Tension in the air was thick, fueling the growing pit in Shin’s stomach. Finally frustrated by the younger’s lack of motion, he moved forward and roughly connected them.
Chapped lips were something Junhyung grew accustomed to. Even though the older wore more lipstick and lip gloss than necessary, evidence of his habits still poked through. Shin eventually stopped worrying about it that much, because at the end of the day, Junhyung always ensured that his lips were left moisturized.
The kiss was slow but rough. A paradox between the both of them -wanting to savor the moment but lost in pleasure. Shin began to not give a fuck anymore. Bringing his arms around the younger’s neck, Shin licked Junhyung’s top lip, as a sign to let his tongue in. Junhyung obliged, engulfing his lover’s torso with his sizeable arms. Shin moaned at the action. He loved being held in his arms.
Using his weight, Junhyung carefully lowered Shin until he was laying under him. Junhyung straddled his laps -or at least tried to, given the limited room on the couch- with their lips still in sync. Shin fought for dominance with his tongue once again, until he heard mumbling.
“Mmm. Nnngh,” Junhyung strained halting the session, “s-shouldn’t- don’t,” He cleared his throat. “The food’s getting cold.”
Visible confusion and irritation was found on Shin’s face. “So?”
“But I spent a lot of time cooking,” Junhyung replied with a soft pout, but it was laced with playfulness. Although it was true that he spent a good amount of time cooking, he knew his lover was currently impatient and he just loved agitating him.
Despite his building impatience, Shin took the time to gaze at his lover’s post-makeout face. His eyebrows were knitted but his eyes contrasted, shiny and staring back at the person under him with lust and wonder. His cheeks were flushed and his lips that carried his soft pout were swollen. So beautiful, he thought.
Shin rolled his eyes then countered, “Thank you, honey. But microwaves exist.” He grabbed Junhyung’s shoulders and began to sit up. It was his turn to straddle the other’s laps. Junhyung all but watched with such lust filled eyes it made Shin snicker. Once seated, Shin leaned in and whispered into his ear in a low voice, “And I’m hungrier for you right now.” Junhyung swallowed.
Maintaining his sultry fox-like eye contact, Shin tossed his hair to one side. Grabbing Junhyung’s muscular arms and placing them on his ass, he rocked slowly and connected their lips once more. Junhyung hungrily groped his ass, squeezing and clawing at them.
This fueled Shin’s desire. He lowered his slender hand to the hem of Junhyung’s shirt and snakily trailed his hand over his abs. He removed his dominant hand from its place around Junhyung’s neck and brought it to the waistband of his boxers. Giving it a slight tug, it bounced back to the owner’s skin, making him whimper.
“What? Now you want me?” Shin sneered. “Funny, because a couple of minutes ago you were rather more interested in your precious steak.” Venom laced his words. He hopped off and ran his hands through his hair. Junhyung whined at the loss of touch. The blond snapped his head back at him, his height in this situation aiding his dominance. Glaring with his arched eyebrow, the older stared expectantly at him.
Instantly, the younger leaped from his seat and moved closer. His eyes went dark, his face holding an unfathomable expression. Grabbing Shin’s smaller face with only his index and thumb, Junhyung harshly pulled it so they had level eye contact.
“You must have forgotten your place if you think I’m going to be the one begging here,” sneered the younger. “Drop.”
Like a toy, the older fell to his knees on the carpeted floor. Batting his long fox-like eyes with a small grin on his lips, he tilted his head and glanced at the mound before him. Junhyung caressed his cheek and ran his other hand through the blond locks. He shifted his hand from the cheeks to the busted, swollen lips. Running a hand across the lower lip, he slowly pushed his thumb in, Shin eager to suck on it. Until he was certain his whole thumb was in, Junhyung pulled it back out. Receiving a whine and pout from Shin, he chuckled and inserted his finger once again. This time when his thumb was at the back of his throat, he pushed down on his tongue, sighing with satisfaction when he heard a gag he wanted from the older.
“Fuck, Shin. My pants are already tight from the sounds you make.”
The thumb was retracted. Smiling, the taller wrapped his arms around the legs standing before him. He pressed his cheek onto the shorter’s rising mound, batting his eyes like a princess.
“That impatient for me?” Junhyung snickered. “So what would you like first, my prince?”
Shin placed a few small kisses on his clothed mound and smiled intently.
“Alright, open wide, you beautiful whore.”
The older’s smile was so wide his eyes squinted. He wasted no time unbuttoning the zip and pulling down the boxers, almost wishing the fabric was thin enough to be ripped off.
Placing a loving kiss on the tip before mouthing it –a natural routine formed by endearment- he engulfed the length as a whole, until it touched the back of his throat. He gagged and shuddered, not stopping him from stroking the length down and back up again with his mouth. Hearing a moan escape his lover’s lips, he fastened his pace, gags still prevalent. Junhyung wrapped his fingers around the locks to help the blond bob his head up and down.
“Ah fuck, don’t stop Shinnie, I’m so close,” Junhyung managed in between moans.
On queue, much to the brunette’s dismay, he halted all action.
Junhyung whined, “Ahh you son of a bitch.” Shin held back a giggle, placing chaste kisses on the brunette’s thighs. He bit down on a particularly sensitive area.
Using his knee, Junhyung kicked Shin’s shoulder, almost causing the older to tumble onto the floor. Grabbing a handful of his blond locks, he spat, “Listen here you fucking cumslut, just because I was being nice a few moments ago doesn’t fucking mean that you can go on and act like a teasing little fucking asshole, alright? You know what I want, I know what you want. So get back to sucking my pulsing dick like the good little angel you are, before I fuck you raw with no lube again. Do you hear me, Kim Suhyun?”
Flustered, Shin could only nod profusely before engulfing the agitated man’s dick once again. After several thrusts, Junhyung came into Shin’s mouth. He then gently grabbed the older’s chin to face him. The sight was beautiful. His flushed nose and cheeks, puffing out due to all his content, not to mention his sweaty forehead which had some hair strands clung to it, and his dazed tear-stained eyes. The sight burning into the back of Junhyung's mind.
“Swallow.”
Doing what was told, the older swallowed the salty content dumped in his mouth. For dramatics, he licked his lips and even did a, “Mmmm!” Junhyung chuckled. Noticing a line of cum from the corner of his mouth to his chin, the brunette wiped it with his thumb then placed the finger on Shin’s lips. He retracted his thumb once Shin licked it clean.
“Perfect,” Junhyung expressed while staring into the eyes of his lover.
Motioning for Shin to stand up, he made his way back to the couch. Once sat, as the older hovered over him, he whispered, “Now fuck me.”
Confuzzled, Junhyung watched as his lover walked away, swaying his hips. “Come on, unless you want to solve your problem yourself.” Shin said then turned his back and made his way to their bedroom, hips swaying in motion. The brunette jumped up, pulled up his pants, following the older like a lost puppy. Once inside, Shin plopped on the bed, sitting in a rather intimidating manner as opposed to his usual crossed legs way.
“Off,” he commanded, eyes dark.
In any other case, Shin would have laughed at how quickly and eager Junhyung had taken off his clothes. He practically kicked his sweatpants and boxers off, throwing his shirt into the air at the same time. His dick was already very much erect.
“Good boy.”
The blond pat the space next to him on the bed. The brunette rushed over and sat. Turning his head to face him, Shin rested it on his shoulder before batting his beautiful fox-like eyes to say, “Face down, ass up.” A man of few words.
Junhyung obliged, letting out a shaky breath once in the position. Shin groped his ass and spanked it. Pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, Shin wasted no time in fingering his boyfriend. Junhyung gasped when only after a few strokes, another finger was inserted. Shin really was impatient. The younger didn’t complain as his fingers were long enough to just graze his prostate; he could cum from them alone.
“Think you’re ready for me, big boy?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please, sir,” the brunette croaked.
“Flip over.”
Instantly, his sweet spot was hit. Junhyung could cry. Shin never wasted any time when he topped him and he always did it right. They were both so close, only after a few pounds.
“Fuck, hyungie, I’m so close. Don’t you dare come before me. Let’s do it together,” Shin groaned, gripping the younger’s hips even tighter.
“Y-yes, sir,” Junhyung voiced, but it only came out as mumbles.
Their moans filled the room. They both released simultaneously; the blond emptying into his lover, the brunette onto the both of them.
“Fuck,” Shin let out before plopping down right next to Junhyung.
Bursting out into laughter, they tried to catch their breaths once again. About to lie on the brunette’s chest, Shin realized that they were both still messy.
Groaning at the sudden loss, the younger whined, “Where are you going?”
“Relax, my love. I’m just getting towels.”
The younger let out another groan, “How can you be more worried about cleaning cum than eating really good food?”
Entering the room, Shin retorted, “How can you be thinking of food after such passionate sex?” However, his stomach betrayed him, rumbling at the mention and thought of the food still awaiting the lovers on the coffee table.
Junhyung burst out laughing, “I don’t know, you tell me.” Shin let out a scoff, wiping down the brunette’s abs.
Grabbing his forearm, Junhyung whispered, “Hey.” Shin turned his head and the two stared deeply into one another. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” Shin replied with a smile.