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"We need to go on more dates."
Baekjin looks up from his desk, eyebrow arching as his fingers keep in skimming through the pages. "That's not a bad idea."
"I know," Seongje walks right next to his chair, closing the book in his hands. Baekjin's chair rolls backwards for just a second, facing him, and Seongje takes the opportunity to step between his legs, "That's why I said it."
"Are you craving my endless attention again?" Baekjin leans forward, smiling up at him as Seongje's hands lands on his face, the skin soft against his fingertips.
"Are you ready to give it to me again?" He nods back towards the desk, "Finished?"
Baekjin takes a second to think, then hums. "Almost."
"Your almosts are driving me crazy," he rolled his eyes mockingly, but there was something sharp in his tone to Baekjin's ears. He felt the way his hand tensed just a second, and Baekjin's eyes flit over Seongje's face before sighing.
His arms shortly ended up around Seongje, pulling him closer, and hugging him close. The rim of his glasses dug painfully in the bridge of his nose, but the smell of their fabric softener coming from Seongje's shirt was more than worth it. He nuzzled, like a cat, his face rubbing against the garment. He felt the muscles contract against his cheek and it calmed him in some weird, domestic way.
"Aren't you tired?"
Baekjin sighed, his breath coming out distrungled, and he heard Seongje chuckle somewhere above. Then, fingers tangled in his hair, scratching slightly against his scalp, and he sighed again, but this time in contentment.
"Where do you want to go?" He murmured, just quiet enough to be heard. His eyes had fallen shut as Seongje continued the message.
"I've got an idea, but let's get you to bed first, yeah?" He could hear the smile in Seongje's voice and felt himself blush a bit, realising how much he'd melted into him, and almost off the chair. He straightened, and Seongje made a noise of disapproval at that.
"I'm awake," he mumbled, trying to blink his eyes open fully, but the slight touch had already turned him into a mush.
"I don't doubt it, baby," said Seongje, leaning forward to look him in the eyes. Inching closer and closer, his breath fanned Baekjin's cheek as he spoke. "But I'd rather you have all the energy so you're actually there with me when we go tomorrow," he pressed a long, chaste kiss on Baekjin's lips before pulling away.
Next was the corner of his mouth — a slow, innocent peck. Then his cheek — adoring, pulling away with a slight, quiet smack of his lips detaching the skin. At last, Baekjin's forehead, leaving a kiss that felt like he was something to be savored, before grabbing his wrist and pulling them up together.
"Let's go, you got the whole day ahead of you."
Baekjin didn't say anything for a while, a footstep after footstep in stunned silence. It wasn't the first time, and god, he hopes it wasn't the last time, that Seongje had done that — Touched him gracefully, kissed him lovingly, and guided him affectionately in life. He felt it, the droop of his eyelids and the way his shoulder felt so heavy as he stood, but Seongje was willing to help him, yet again.
It was to admire, Seongje's ability to love him like he could love himself, too; Love Baekjin in a way that convinces him he's worth being someone's first choice, the greatest loss, and the purest sacrifice. It makes him feel invincible, the firm grip on his hand and Seongje leading him like he knows Baekjin will follow. He's right, because Seongje had managed to convince Baekjin that wherever he may lead him, Baekjin will be safe and protected, and cared for.
His eyes mist only slightly where they're trained on Seongje back who doesn't once look behind, but guides him with a grounding touch towards their bedroom.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" He asks, stepping into the bedroom after the other, and his whole figure sagging at the sight of their bed.
"I'll tell you when you wake up," Seongje urges, nudging him towards the bed with a detach of their hands that Baekjin only slightly mourns, going to close the curtains they've opened to let in fresh, crispy air of february.
Taking off his glasses, Baekjin pulls the covers bac kto lay down, and once tucked back in, his gaze broes into Seongje's body who starts moving around the room instead of laying down next to him.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Miss me already?" Seongje chuckles, pulling his t-shirt off his body and Baekjin rids him off his gaze. He wanted to sleep tonight to be ready for whatever deranged thing Seongje would have planned for them for tomorrow, and looking at Seonghe's bare skin wouldn't corespond to that.
"I'm tired, come."
"Aren't you asking a little too bluntly, my dear?" He said, walking towards the bed with one of the t-shirts he wear at night, laying in beside Baekjin who scowled towards teh wall he was turned to. "'You gonna face me anytime soon?"
"Annoying," he rolled his eyes, and then felt it, the same fingers that had gently combed his hair, coming to tighten their grip on his jaw, and suddenly Seongje's face was in his vision, close, mocking and not at all rough.
"Repeat that?" Seongje asked, his nose bumping against Baekjin's. "No, actually don't. If you reply with one of your smart comments, I won't want to let you win and we're going to be here like this for hours. And you need sleep."
Baekjin stared for a second, before sighing, "Fine."
He really was tired, the numbers tend to have that effect on you after some time of looking at them, no matter how much he might've loved the mathematics.
"Fine."
Baekjin narrowed his eyes at the repetition, scrutinizing Seongje under a doubtful gaze. "Is your date plan going to make me regret waking up tomorrow?"
"Why would you regret waking up next to me, to be with me, hm?" He got close, his nose bumping the side of Baekjin's face.
"You should be asking me why I don't already do that on regular basis," he huffed, turning away from Seongje yet again. He felt the arms circle around him, Seongje's chest pressing against his back, and the tip of his nose drag down on his skin to his neck, breath fanning warm against his throat.
"So, you should regret being with me? That's what you're saying?" His lips ghost over his skin, feeling the words forming and falling from his mouth.
"Cat's out the bag," he states, "Whatever will I do now."
"You're too sarcastic for your own good," he places a kiss under Baekjin's jaw, faint. Then one behind his ear, "Don't you love it with me, hm? Don't you love being with me? Don't I do a good job taking care of you?"
Each word was followed with a kiss on his neck, his cheek, his throat, and some on his shoulder. He felt adored, worshipped in the way Seongje's tongue worked over the skin he'd bitten; loved in the way his fingers sneaking under his shirt, splaying over his stomach posessively.
"Do you regret it, Baekjin? Regret becoming mine?" The words weren't cruel, but the bite on the soft flesh between his neck and his shoulder-blade made Baekjin arch against him, stealing his breath in a ragged gasp as the teeth sunk deeper at no response.
"No," he panted, "Never."
Only then did Seongje's jaws slowly pull open, lapping at and pecking the deep mark.
It was fascinating, the casual switch in Seongje's demeanor from a posessive prick that made a shiver run down his spine as his nails grazed his ribs to a loving dork that pressed soft kisses on his collarbone at the same time. He was a man made to love someone, and Baekjin couldn't help but feel arrogant that it was him at the receiving end of his affections.
He looked behind at Seongje who raised his head from wherever he was trailing his lips to, hovering just a breath away from Baekjin's own. Their eyes flicked from each other to their mouth, Baekjin's quickened breathing and Seongje's deep, contented one clashing against one another, and he pulled closer. Reaching his hand to tangle in Seongje's hair, Baekjin drew him in with a tight grip, earning a sigh right into the kiss as he pushed his tongue in Seongje's mouth.
Seongje's hands left his waist, instead bracing himself next to his head as they switched positions, letting Baekjin lay back onto the sheets.
"Is this what it would've took?" Seongje mumbles against his lips, "Had to promise you a fuck for you to pay me some attention?"
"I was trying to—" his voice cracked when Seongje bit his lower lip, smoothing it over right after, "Finish the proposal fast, I'm sorry."
"I know, baby," he whispers, words sincere and forgiving, "Still missed you, though."
"I missed you, too," he pulled him in again, his heart full when their lips fit together, finally in each other's embrace again. He whined quietly at the intrusion when Seongje's tongue pushed into his mouth, licking around like he was remembering a taste he'd almost forgotten. He laid there, a shiver down his spine as Seongje's other hand took a hold of his hip, pinning it down.
His head tilted, deepening the angle and his eyes fell shut at the action. Seongje pulled away just then, fingers ripping away from his hip to grip his chin.
"Look at me," he muttered, "Open your eyes and look at me, didn't you say you missed me?"
Baekjin's eyes peeled back open, and he swallowed at the hard, mean look Seongje was giving him, like closing his eyes had offended him greatly. "Don't do it again."
"Okay," he breathed, and Seongje straightened up, fingers tugging Baekjin's shirt up. A small smile spread on Baekjin's face, "Didn't you say I should sleep?"
"You could sleep right now," Seongje said, eyes piercing his, and something Baekjin's stomach turned at the implications when the hungry eyes snapped to the newly revealed skin, "Go ahead, baby."
"You're contradicting yourself," Baekjin marked, raising his arms so the shirt could be pulled off him.
"You know you could do whatever you want, Jinnie. Sleep, not look at me," he lowered his head and Baekjin's own fingers tangled in his hair again, a home to them as they pulled when his teeth grazed the skin of his stomach, tight around the muscles he'd worked for. "Tell me to stop. Kill me, for all I care."
"Don't," he breathed, eyes not leaving his even when he sucked on the skin pulled between his teeth on the side of his waist, "Fuck, just don't stop."
Seongje hummed, a harsh tug and he licked over the fresh mark, "Perfect then."
He settled properly between Baekjin's legs, kissing him again, feeling the ragged breath against his own. A kiss down his chin, under, down the column of his throat, adam apple; feeling against the hand on his stomach how his muscles jumped everytime he sucked a mark on the clean canvas, licking down the messy trail till he reached his chest. He saw the way Baekjin's eyes darkened as Seongje's breath fanned his nipple, before taking it into his mouth.
"Fuck," his head threatened to tip backwards, but he didn't want to break eye-contact, or to lose the sight of him.
His hands came up to tug on the other side, twisting the bud as the lightly bit the other and drawing a moan out Baekjin who was strung tight against the mattress. He switches sides, licking the nipple while he played with the already slick one, covered in his own spit.
He felt Baekjin's hips twitch, bucking upwards and into his stomach, and he chuckled pulling away which made him while a bit at the loss.
"Are you impatient?" It came across as an honest, pure question, but Baekjin knew it was a trick one. If he said yes, Seongje would just prolong the process; if he disagreed, he'd go even slower. He whined instead, eyes mistying with unshed tears when Seongje pinned his hips down, now on both sides.
"Answer truthfully, c'mon," Seongje urged with a smile, amusement dancing in his eyes at the troubled expression on Baekjin's face.
"Yes."
"Good," he leaned down, kissing his hips, "Good job, baby."
His fingers hooked under the waistband as he kissed above it, making Baekjin's thighs twitch. "You're so easily entertained."
"Shut up," he glared.
"Oh, you really want this, hm?" He tugged both his sleep pants and his underwear down at once, kissing each milimeter revealed of the soft skin across his hip bones. "Look at you getting all hissy, Baekjinnie."
"Je," he pleaded, his tone soft and surrended, unlike the usual pulled-together, stable state of it, "Just get on it."
"Say please," his breath fell on Baekjin's cock, half hard and falling against his face as he finally pulled the clothes down to his ankles, snatching them off entirely and letting them fall off the bed. "C'mon, let me hear it."
"You're a fucking freak," his breath gets caught in his throat when Seongje sucks a hicked on his inner thigh, "Fuck, just—"
"Just say it," he sucks another one and watches as Baekjin arches against the bed sheets, his erection hardening in front of his face. "God, you're just as much of a freak."
"Please," he bucked, "Please, Je, c'mon, do something."
The begs zipped down Seongje's spine, making him groan and he took the tip of Baekjin's cock into his mouth, tongue working around the slit and the moans from Baekjin's lips bounced off their walls. He pushed his head down, Baekjin's fingers pulling at his hair painfully and his own moan vibrated around the cock in his mouth. He bobbed up and down around it, tonguing the vein on the underside and making Baekjin moan louder as his thighs tried to close around his head.
The hands around his head pushed him down and he let it, let Baekjin guide the pace, thrust in and out of his mouth fervently, while his own fingers found his entrance, slick from where Seongje's spit has dripped downwards, and pushed in.
He felt Baekjin freeze, his body going rigid as he massaged the muscle to open up, before Baekjin cursed and one of his hand reached for the nightstand on his side, dropping a bottle of lube next to his own hip within Seongje's reach, head uncapped and a drop or two spilling out on the bed. Seongje scooped some from the bottle to his fingers, and the one hand smoothed down Baekjin's thigh to help him relax. His jaw started to ache, but hos head bobbed faster as he pushed the finger in to the first knuckle.
He squeezed Baekjin's thigh when the other only clenched harder instead of relaxing and it was a singal clear enough that Baekjin tried evening his breath out, tried melting into the pillow. Seongje thrusted once, then twice, and when Baekjin tensed again, he pulled off of him.
"Sweetheart," his voice was rough, "I need you to relax for me, okay?"
Baekjin didn't reply, only grabbed his collar and pulled him up, smashing their lips together, and Seongje felt him relax against his fingers. He pushed in again, second knuckle and made sure to kiss all of Baekjin's noises away.
"It's okay," he whispered in-between, shushing him, "You're doing great."
He fastened the pace, thrusting with more precision, and added a second finger when he felt him loosen enough. "Good job, Jinnie."
Baekjin's words were reduced to whines as Seongje fucked his fingers into him, an action done a plenty of times, but feeling like the first each time. "More, more— Please."
"Okay," Seongje mumbled, scissoring his fingers and working him open wider before adding a third finger, feeling the tight rim spasm around his knuckle. Baekjin's head snapped back when he thrusted fully wihout waiting for him to adjust, a single tears trailing down his temple and Seongje licked it away, a pressing a kiss on the underside of his chin.
"Doing so good, darling, taking me so well."
"I'm ready, just—"
"A bit more," he said, voice firm but not unkind. He may love seeing Baekjin cry, but he'd be damned it if were of pain. He changed an angle, twisting his wrist and pushing his finger deeper, and Baekjin mewled, a soft whine leaving his lips immediately.
"Desperate," Seongje mutters, face burried in his neck and Baekjin scratched down his arm in ritaliation, making him curse when the scratches burn and his pace halts for just a second. He bites down where his head rests as a response and twists his wrist again, now thrusting straight forward and feeling Baekjin clench around him.
"I'm ready," he pants, "Get on it."
"You get mean when you're desperate, did you know that?"
"Fuck me, Seongje," he glares into his eyes and Seongje grumbles before pulling his fingers out.
"You're so fucking bossy," he kisses him again, "Miss bossing me around, don't you?"
"Take your shirt off," Baekjin mumbles, fingers grasping at the hem.
"You're lucky I'm just as desperate tonight, Baekjinnie," he pulls it off with one hand when Baekjin pulls it up to his ribs. Straightening up, he pushes his pants and underwear down to his hips, his cock slapping against his stomach, hard and dripping from what he's witnessed.
Baekjin's eyes seems stuck on his body, taking him in, and Seongje can't supress a smirk.
"You could've seen me naked earlier if you had raised your head from your papers," he throws his own clothes in the direction he threw Baekjin's.
He watches as Baekjin's eyes clear up a bit, snapping up to him with an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he lunges forward before it can leave Baekjin's lips, pushing it back in with his tongue. Baekjin relaxes back again, eyes falling shut as Seongje slows their kiss into a soft one, saying "I forgive you" and "It's okay" without any words.
Their hips slot together, and Seongje pulls away to look down between them, pulling Baekjin's legs up and resting them on his hips. He grabs his own pillow, pushing it under Baekjin's hips.
"I'm not a virgin, Je," Baekjin breathes, a fond smile on his lips on Seongje's concentrated expression as he makes sure Baekjin's comfortable, before the hungry look takes over again.
"You could get hurt all the same," he grumbles, leaning down to kiss his cheek, and Baekjin palms hold his face, making him look at him, noses bumping.
"Thank you," he mumbles, kissing him shortly on his lips.
"Don't be silly," he tries to get comfortable, accidentally grinding up into him and Baekjin's gaze flickers, eyes blurring for a second as his mouth dropped open into a breathy noise right from his chest, deep and drawn out.
"Get inside me," he mumbles, resting their foreheads together, "Please."
Seongje nods stifly, swallowing and pulling just a second away to line himself up, pushing against the ring of muscle and Baekjin arms fly to his shoulders and around his neck, pushing him closer.
"Look at you," Seongje breathes, breath hot against his cheek, "Saying you're not a virgin, but acting like I'm fucking you for the very first time."
"Aren't you a—" his words tremble as Seongje thrust in at once, eyes rolling back behind his eyelids at the sudden intrusion.
"Cat got your tongue?" his own words fall unstable as he bottoms out and thrusts back in, not letting him adjust, but that's exactly how Baekjin loves it.
"Asshole—"
"Stop flattering me so much, baby," he leaves on the corner of his jaw, "I might think you love me, or something."
"Je," Baekjin whines, exasperated and elated as Seongje starts building a pace, "We're married."
"Mhm, that's right," he fucks into him harder at the raw declaration, "My beautiful husband. All mine."
"All yours, darling," Baekjin mumbles, lips open in a string of soft moans.
"You are, right?" His tone turns pleading and it's such a stark difference to just seconds ago, it's makes Baekjin clench around him.
"I am, just yours; Only yours."
"Yeah— Fuck, exactly," he pulls the pillow from under Baekjin's hips and tosses it aside, letting him rest against the mattress. He takes his legs and untangles it from around his own hips, lifting him higher, his pace unnafected as he rests Baekjin's ankle on his shoulder, and pushes the other leg to his chest.
Baekjin almost screams at the stretch, mouth dropping into a silent shout as Seongje pushes out and slams back inside, his cock dragging against Baekjin's walls in a savouring way. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with the pleasure relieving all the pent-up stress and frustration of last weeks, dimming his senses in more ways than one.
And Seongje doesn't fair any better, with sweat bidding at his temples, and his eyes flipping between staring at the man below him riding his cock intensely and unfocusing entirely with overwhelming arousal. It's not how it usually goes, this quick and hungry, instead of the practiced rituals and prolonged hours spent running each other out, but it's all the same full-filling as Baekjin clamps down harder, and Seongje bites down at the muscle of the other's calf.
"I'm going to come," Baekjin whispers, faint and fragile with his grip tightening each second on the poor bedsheets.
"Do what you must, princess," the nickname hits harder than intended, and Seongje sees the exact moment Baekjin registers it, eyes glazing before rolling back, and his body spasming as he comes over his own stomach.
The sounds he lets out, melodic and tortured, but tired in that satisfied way; high-strung in the best manner. That's what pushes Seongje over the edge himself, and how Baekjin tightens around him as his orgasm hits. He doesn't let up the pace, however, only slowing slightly with each thrust, milking himself and letting Baekjin ride out slowly.
"Too much," Baekjin whimpers, and Seongje slams in the last time just to see him spasm in his arms again, before lowering Baekjin's leg safely back on the bed, and himself right after to let their faces hover hair-width apart from each other.
He kisses his cheek, then the nose, the corner of his mouth — a cherished ritual.
"I'm falling asleep," Baekjin mumbles, his eyes fallen shut long before the statement.
"I'll clean us up," Seongje mutters, words warm against his cheek and his breath gets knocked out slightly the same second when Baekjin pulls him down fully onto him. Seongje grimaces at the wetness that sticks their torsos together like a glue.
"Stay. We can do it tomorrow."
"You're going to hate me tomorrow for not cleaning us up, though."
"I hate you every morning, babe, you just don't notice it much."
"Go to sleep," he says thinly, pinching Baekjin's side shallowly.
"'Am doing so."
"Smart mouth.."
"You love me," Seongje hears a clear smile in his words and supresses his own that threatens to take over his face.
"And you don't, apparently."
"Sucks for you, doesn't it?"
"Not," he presses a kiss on his shoulder, "As long as you let me love you, it's okay."
"Sap," Baekjin's hand comes to tangle in his hair, stratching the scalp faintly enough for Seongje to melt right in his arms.
"You bring it out of me."
"Who better than me.."
"Exactly."