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Many people in the town believed that Riki was a rebel and a troublemaker, someone who would act out simply for the sake of defiance. In reality, this perception was misguided. While Riki was indeed mischievous and enjoyed teasing his friends with playful pranks—and often dressing like a hooligan—he engaged in these antics because he genuinely wanted, not to challenge or oppose the established norms.
A good example to illustrate this point would be the fact that he isn't fucking the son of a Catholic family in the middle of the night with his parents in the next room just to feel like a bad boy. No, he is making love to the boy he is so in love with.
Sunoo was a work of art, with his head tilted back, his back arched, and his legs pressed around his hips. Riki noticed how the older seemed to hold on to his body, seeing how his arms captured him from behind, clinging to his shoulder blades and leaving small scratches when the pleasure overcame him.
His stomach contracted when countless gasps escaped the older's lips, some with his name written in the form of whispers and how these were lost directly in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
He was aware of the way his body moved in and out of Sunoo's small body, the tightness that awaited him every time he pulled away to immerse himself in his warmth, and how the older's voice broke every time he reached a point that made him tremble.
His closed eyelids were adorned by long, slightly moist eyelashes that caressed his cheekbones. His upturned nose with a small shine on the tip made Riki breathe with difficulty, accompanied by cheeks bathed in pink. The beautiful image of his red and irritated lips after the shared kisses, as small teeth stuck in them when they did not open to let out more of that melodious sound. Body bathed in sweat, pearly white glistening but hot and soft. Sweaty face with orange hair clinging to it, making it look like a beautiful mess. Sublime, ethereal, Sunoo was that and more, there were not enough words to describe such a wonderful existence.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he traced a trail of kisses from his cheek to his neck. " you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life."
Sunoo opened his eyelids and revealed his bright eyes, the ones that Riki loved so much, that seemed to change color from light brown to the color of honey, and that, if it were up to him, he would spend days just staring at those eyes.
"I feel like I'm dreaming," it was Sunoo who spoke this time, his voice barely audible and interrupted by his own moans. "My heart beats very fast, so fast that it seems to want to leave my chest, and my body burns, it calls yours without realizing it, it asks to be completely filled with you."
A small cry erupted from him, one where his voice became higher pitched as a hit to his sensitive spot presented itself.
Riki felt his face red, this time not red with pleasure and livid, he felt embarrassed by his hyung's words. His heart seemed to be working too hard, he thought that perhaps it could be the result of some heart disease but no, such an effect had a first and last name, Kim Sunoo.
A hand covered Riki's cheek, and the black-haired man met those foxy eyes again but in them now they were distinguished with adoration, Sunoo looked at him with the purest love that could exist.
"So cute, "even his voice was covered by this, honey, Sunoo really loved Riki." How can the same person who paints murals in forbidden places also become shy with a few words?"
Riki didn't respond, too absorbed in Sunoo's eyes and the thumb caressing his face. But Sunoo didn't end there, he slowly sat up and placed a small kiss on his chin, right above his mole.
“Are you real? Is it possible that I reached heaven while still alive?”
Riki pressed his lips together, taking the time to enjoy the mint flavor and how it seemed to fit perfectly with his own.
"I love you," he said as if he couldn't hold it in any longer, as if something inside him was going to explode if he didn't share it with his confidant.
When he opened his eyes he found two small moons and a little smile waiting for him.
"I love you too, Riki."
Their mouths once again became one, as did their bodies, which accelerated their pace, eager to let the feelings that filled their being flourish. The bed began a small and very subtle noise, very similar to a tapping that accompanied their tongues exploring the opposite cavity.
Sunoo writhed under his body, clinging to the back of his neck and caressing the beginnings of his hair and the other on his back, making their breasts collide and the pulse of both hearts synchronize in an accelerated work. The legs surrounding him pressed harder until a loud moan could be heard and a hot liquid covered them between their abdomens.
Riki hadn't noticed how much his body was trembling or the many murmurs he was letting out, not until ecstasy enveloped him from his insides and millions of sensations took over him.
He fell on top of the older, both dealing with the post-orgasm repercussions and trying to calm their breathing.
Riki sat up, feeling something slip away as he retreated. He took the wet towels that were resting on the nightstand and took care of cleaning Sunoo while stealing small and innocent kisses from him that made him laugh. He cleaned his own abdomen without giving it much importance, he searched around the sheets and the room until he found his clothes and dressed the eldest and then did the same with himself.
When they were both snuggled under the blankets, with Sunoo wrapped around his arms and resting on his chest, Riki kissed his cheek one last time before giving in to exhaustion. He knew he had to wake up before dawn to escape from his boyfriend's room without Mr. and Mrs. Kim noticing his presence in the house that night.