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Yunho loved waking up next to San. He was adorable, beautiful, and getting to shamelessly stare at him up close was a privilege Yunho would never take for granted.
His skin radiated a warmth that matched its golden tan, freckles sprinkled all over his neck. His mouth was so cute and small, but stretched wide over his face when he smiled, bracketed by deep dimples.
He had Shiber, his squishy shiba inu pillow/plushie, held close to his chest, tucked savely under his chin. Yunho shifted closer and pulled San in to hold him like San was holding Shiber.
He closed his eyes again and just listened to San's soft breathing. His San, his boyfriend. Over the past couple months, the two had become very close very quickly, after having spent over a year just seeing each other occasionally through a mutual friend.
Yunho had learned quickly that San had a heart of pure gold; he loved helping other people, specifically loved interacting with the kids in the taekwondo classes his dad taught, loved learning about their different disabilities and the different kinds and levels of support they needed. He was really good with kids.
Yunho had also learned about the specific kinds and levels of support San needed as an autistic person; had learned what foods, smells, and textures he liked and disliked, what helped him when he felt over- or under-stimulated. Some of it San had told him, some of it Yunho had picked up on his own; like how San sometimes needed longer to process what someone had said, which usually meant he was feeling stressed in some way. Yunho then tried to talk to San and offer some sort of relief before he stopped talking altogether, which was often like the next level of stress.
When he wasn't stressed, San was sweet and attentive, liked showing or gifting Yunho things that reminded San of him, liked kissing and cuddling and just spending a lot of time together, which Yunho appreciated a lot, especially considering that San was a pretty introverted person.
Eventually, San shifted in Yunho's arms, turning onto his back with one arm thrown over his face to block out the sun coming in through the window.
"Morning, Sannie," Yunho chuckled, earning a half-awake hum from his boyfriend.
After a minute or two, San turned his head to blink at Yunho. "You're handsome."
"Thank you," Yunho laughed quietly, not having expected that to be the first thing San would say after waking up. "You, too. And very cute."
"Mhh… Bathroom," San hummed, before putting Shiber aside and climbing out of bed. Yunho closed his eyes and waited for San to return. When he did, their positions were promptly reversed, with San pulling Yunho to his chest. Yunho threw an arm around San and hid his face in his neck. San was so firm and warm, Yunho could stay in bed with him forever.
It was Saturday, and neither of them would have to work until Tuesday…
Feeling bold (and a little hot), Yunho started leaving small kisses on the freckles on San's neck, softly pushing his nose against the warm skin. Yunho could swear he could feel goosebumps against his lips.
"Is this okay?"
"Mhh," San hummed.
Yunho chuckled. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"Yes," San clarified with a little stutter. "Sorry."
"Hey, shhh," Yunho frowned, "no need to apologise, okay?" He didn't like the idea of making San feel like he did something wrong. He was so sweet and caring, always making sure the people around him were comfortable. Yunho wanted to do the same for him.
"Okay," San whispered.
"Good, good. Pretty kitty."
San squealed cutely at the name, or maybe the praise—probably both.
"My pretty kitty~" Yunho teased as he watched the colour brighten on San's cheeks. He already knew that San liked compliments, and got extra cute and shy when the compliments were about how cute he was.
They just kissed for a while, softly, but with a spark of heat between them. Yunho was surprised when San was the first to hook his leg over his waist. There was this overall innocence to San, so whenever he initiated something not so innocent, it caught Yunho off-guard a little. Not that he was complaining.
He pulled San even closer with one hand on the small of his back. The image of his—admittedly pretty big—hand lying on the smallest part of San's back was one that had burned itself into Yunho's brain from the first time he had seen it.
Grinding softly against each other, Yunho watched as San bit his lip, brows furrowed. Every once in a while his lips parted slightly, not to let out soft sounds, but more like he was trying to say something. Yunho got a little worried.
"You okay, baby?"
San whined, cheeks turning pink as he turned his face away from Yunho. "Y-yes. Feels good."
Yunho smiled softly. "Okay. You know you don't have to say that if it's hard for you, yeah? Your body can speak volumes."
San whimpered, and Yunho immediately noticed him trying but failing to talk again.
"Sannie, just nod or shake your head for me: Is talking hard right now?"
Pressing his eyes shut, San nodded. Yunho was a bit concerned he might cry, but if that meant he could let go and let himself feel good, maybe it was for the best.
"That's okay. You don't have to say anything. I want you to feel good, okay? Not just physically, but mentally."
"But," San whimpered, "com- communication…"
"Shhh, communication isn't just speaking. Your body is already so responsive, you can just show me how you feel. I promise I'll be able to pick up on it."
San opened his mouth again but Yunho leaned in to kiss him before he could force himself to speak again.
"Let's just try it, okay?"
Yunho left a small kiss on the tip of San's nose, which made the dimples appear in his cheeks like Yunho had pressed a button. So cute.
He moved down to his neck, just breathing against the skin teasingly before pressing soft kisses against it. Yunho was a pretty gentle person, and that generally showed in the bedroom as well—not like he's had all too many partners before San. He was open to trying new things, but sweet and gentle love was what he was used to, what he was good at.
"Are marks okay?" Yunho asked as he leaned back to see San's response.
San nodded.
"You're not going to get in trouble at work or anything?"
San shook his head.
Good.
Something told Yunho that, if San got too lost in the sensations, he might just agree to anything. Seeing that he was still distinguishing between nodding and shaking his head made Yunho feel better.
"I won't do anything crazy, don't worry."
Yunho leaned down to lick San's neck again, and quickly felt the warmth of San's hands in his hair, pressing him closer. Yunho chuckled and nipped on the soft skin before beginning to draw a proper mark on his neck. San stopped pushing and let his hands fall to Yunho's shoulders, just letting them rest there. He sighed softly and pushed his hips off the couch to reposition himself—maybe seeking for some friction, too.
"See," Yunho smiled, "I can tell you like it, even without words."
When his hands touched San's skin beneath his shirt, he sighed and melted into the bed a little more.
"Is that nice?" Yunho asked quietly, and watched San nod. His hands were cool against San's hot skin. Not shockingly so, but the change in temperature was clearly welcomed.
As he leaned in to kiss San again while letting his hands glide up his skin, he could feel the muscles under his hands flexing.
"Such a strong kitty," Yunho grinned against San's lips. San had started going to the gym a couple weeks ago, and it already showed. They were still working on adjusting his meals to the workout, which was a little difficult with San's… pickiness, for a lack of better terms, but they would figure it out in the end.
San looked up at Yunho with his beautiful, cat-like eyes, almost pleadingly. Yunho wished he could read his mind, could hear what he wanted from him, but he wasn't going to make him say it.
He would just try to give San what he might want, and trust that San would tell him off if he didn't like it.
"I don't think we should go… all the way today, but… I'd still like to try 'n make you come. Is that okay?"
San hesitated for a moment, then nodded, all while looking Yunho in the eye.
"Great," Yunho smiled and pressed a short kiss onto San's lips. "Let me know if you want me to stop at any time, for any reason."
San nodded again, smiling softly as Yunho's hands crept underneath San's shirt again, brushing over the bulge in his boxers.
…
San's whining and gasping increased alongside with him shaking his little fists. Yunho decided to take it slow and check in every once in a while to make sure San was still okay with what they were doing, giving him a chance to call for a break.
Yunho was rock-hard in his joggers, too, just from getting to pleasure his beautiful boyfriend, teasing and testing how San would react to whatever Yunho did with his tongue, but he could deal with that later.
When San suddenly shoved Yunho away, he sat up immediately to check on his boyfriend. The younger was shaking his head left and right, signing for a break with his hands.
"Good kitty, so good, so clever," Yunho said softly, trying not to sound too concerned. "Do you need a break?"
San nodded, chest heaving and cock twitching against his abs.
"Okay. Can I touch you? Or rather not?"
San bit his bottom lip and shook his head. His eyes were pressed shut again, and Yunho was both proud and concerned. Proud that San had called for a break when he needed it, concerned because he didn't really know how to support him right now.
"Was that too much, mh?"
Again, San nodded.
"That's okay. I'm so proud you stopped me, baby. Did so good. Did you feel good?"
San nodded, eyes still closed but a pretty smile pulling over his lips.
Yunho considered getting up to get San some cool water, or to open a window, but for now San seemed to be handling himself just fine, and Yunho didn't want to leave him alone in the bed. San was taking relatively controlled breaths and kept his eyes shut, minimising the visual input. His arms and legs were spread apart like a seastar.
"Did I make you feel thaaat good?" Yunho chuckled, causing San to nod once more.
"That good," he mumbled. "Is a lot."
"Mhm, I get that. Do you feel better now?"
"Better now."
"That's good."
Yunho noted how San kept repeating the last words he had said. Was that intentional? Had he done that before? Yunho knew that there was a term for it, but he couldn't remember it. Maybe he would look it up later.
"Do you want me to open the window?"
San nodded. "Window."
Again. Interesting.
So Yunho got up and walked through the room—his dick rubbing uncomfortable against the fabric of his joggers—to open the window and let in some fresh air. Alongside the air, the sound of birds chirping started filling the room. When Yunho got back to bed, San was smiling softly at him.
"Thank you." San stretched out his arms for Yunho and pulled him back onto the soft mattress.
"We should still clean you up, even if you didn't come," Yunho noted. "Unless you want to continue?"
Looking away shyly, San shook his head. "No, I‐ I don't think I can handle it. Sorry."
"Baby."
"Sorry! I mean- You know what I mean."
"I don't wanna do anything that truly makes you uncomfortable, okay? No matter what it is."
"Okay. Thank you. Maybe someday. We… We have all the time in the world, right?"
"All the time in the world," Yunho confirmed, grinning as he copied San's words.
"All the time in the world… I love you."
"I love you, too."