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“Jin, are you coming to bed?”
Down the hallway, Hoseok can hear the usual cacophony of button-mash clicks, interspersed with his husband’s animated exclamations of victory and dismay. The ambiguous scoffs and yelps sound very similar from a distance, making it hard to tell if things are going well that night.
“Almost, almost,” comes the belated, slightly muffled answer.
There’s a strained tone there that Hoseok has come to recognize – it’s not going so well, then. Seokjin has been at it for a couple of hours now, through Hoseok’s entire shower and nightly skincare routine and beyond. It sounds like he might need a brief distraction, something to refresh his mood and focus.
The door to the game room that doubles as their guest bedroom is cracked when Hoseok reaches it, pushing it open gently with one hand. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the ambient lighting, multicolored strips of light around the ceiling washing the room in a kind of cyberpunk vibe that Seokjin swears enhances the experience. The man himself is hunched over a little at the desk, his back in a shrimp-like curl that Hoseok winces at a little, instinctively wants to straighten up. Seokjin, with his headset on, probably doesn’t hear him come in.
“Jagiyaaa,” he says, a little louder than his normal volume, when he sees that a loading screen has popped up. Seokjin turns and removes one padded cup from around his ear, his smile looking a little frayed at the edges.
“I just have to get this boss,” he says. “It does this thing where it shoots six lasers at the same time. This is my eighth try, Hoseok-ah.”
Hoseok hums at this, draping his arms around Seokjin from behind and smacking a noisy kiss against his neck.
“Ahh, this is… Call of Duty?”
Seokjin rolls his eyes at him, huffing with a mixture of annoyance and fond amusement. It’s a running joke of theirs at this point for Hoseok to say that every game is Call of Duty, even when all evidence points to the contrary – he’d even done it with that weird but cute farming game with the old-school graphics.
“No, it’s Borderlands,” Seokjin replies, knowing very well that he has told Hoseok this before and that he is definitely still not going to remember. He only cares about it in the sense that he knows his husband does. “Trying to beat it on Mayhem mode this time.”
“Mmhmm. That sounds intense.” Hoseok nuzzles along the junction of Seokjin’s jaw, feeling the tension in his shoulders relax a little. “Need a break?”
Seokjin hums, like he’s considering it. “No… Well, maybe. I just want to get this over with. Can’t relax until then, you know?”
Hoseok does get that, at least in contexts of his own passions. If he’s trying to get a dance routine down, he tends to practice it over and over in the studio until he’s exhausted and sweaty, as close as he can get to satisfied.
He does have a different idea, though. Lifting from where he has been clinging limpet-like to Seokjin’s shoulders, he pushes the chair back a little and crosses in front of him to kneel on the thick shaggy rug below the desk. They had bought it a few months ago to keep Seokjin’s feet warm during these long winter gaming sessions, but it feels pretty comfortable on Hoseok’s knees, too. That’s a nice bonus.
The game, when Hoseok had briefly glanced over at it on his way down, hasn’t started back up again yet. Seokjin meets his eye steadily, controller held loosely in one hand and lips parted a fraction as Hoseok walks his fingers up to the elastic waist of his baggy shorts. He pauses there in wordless question until Seokjin nods twice, lifts his hips to help shimmy the shorts down to pool at his ankles. Hoseok doesn’t bother removing his underwear – Seokjin would balk at the mere suggestion of being bare-assed on his expensive gaming chair.
Instead, Hoseok reaches through the fly opening to pull out his cock, warm and velvet-soft between his fingers. At first he just holds it, thumb brushing up and down, gently playing with the skin. He might be slightly biased, but he thinks his husband’s cock is the prettiest one he’s ever seen, even just soft like this. With one last glance up beneath his lashes, he takes it into his mouth, resting his cheek on the pillow of Seokjin’s thigh.
Cockwarming is fairly new for them, discovered as something that is comforting for both men, though not always leading to anything else. For Seokjin, sexual desire in general tends to be a slow burn. All the right elements need to fall into place to catch a spark, fan it into a flame. Naturally, sometimes this doesn’t happen. He’d been up front about this early in their relationship, clear that it has nothing to do with how desirable he finds Hoseok. In the six years since that they’ve been together, they figured out what works for them.
Hoseok drifts pleasantly, a satisfying fullness in his mouth and arousal a distant simmer in his belly. He can tell that Seokjin has started another round of his game above him, jostling him gently as he leans into the action, fingers flying on the controller buttons. It’s hard to tell for sure, but Hoseok would like to think that he’s more focused this time, less agitated. He is quieter, at least, which seems like a good sign.
“Aisssh.” Seokjin finally leans back in the chair, arms dropping to his sides. “I almost had him! That bastard.”
With a sympathetic hum, Hoseok slides his tongue along the underside of Seokjin’s still mostly-flaccid cock.
“That feels good, Hoseokie,” Seokjin says. His free hand cradles the back of Hoseok’s head, carding through his hair.
The thing is, Hoseok knows his husband well. If he quits now and tries to go to bed, he’ll be restless, tossing and turning for hours. Neither of them will get much sleep. Hoseok pulls off, tilts his head up to look at Seokjin, who is squinting hard at the screen doing some type of mental calculations. Or maybe just cursing out the boss in his head.
“Ah, an idea. Let’s play a game,” Hoseok says, and the look on Seokjin’s face says that he thinks he must have finally lost it. “Yes, I know you’re already – a different kind of game!”
“Okay…”
“Okay! Here are the rules: I try to distract you, and you win if you can stay focused and beat the level. Or. The boss fight, whatever.”
Nothing drives Seokjin more than a good competition. Even when he’s already playing something like this, he tends to create extra games within it to challenge himself. Things like: if he can get through this part in two minutes, he gets to eat a chip. But if he fails, he has to wait. The carrot and the stick. Hoseok really should have thought of this earlier.
“Okay, I like it,” Seokjin says with a little grin, an arrogant tilt to his chin that’s honestly doing it for Hoseok right now. “I hope you’re ready to lose!”
The game starts up again, and Hoseok gets to work. He puts his mouth back on Seokjin, this time sucking him down in earnest, swirling his tongue in all of his most sensitive spots, fingers dug into the meat of his thighs. It works exactly as he had hoped, which is to say, not at all – Seokjin’s focus snaps in more intensely than ever, his competitive streak kicking into high gear.
After several long minutes, Seokjin starts chanting to himself things like “yes, yes, okay, okay” that likely have nothing to do with the attention that Hoseok is lavishing on his cock. He goes very still for about five seconds, then throws his head back with an exultant hoot.
“You did it,” Hoseok says, beaming up at him. He kisses Seokjin’s inner thigh, where his underwear has rucked up.
“Finally,” says Seokjin. His cock is still out, spit-slick and beautiful – Hoseok thinks to gently tuck him away, but then he catches a glint in his husband’s eye. He reaches out again, runs the back of his finger along the vein slowly, up and down. Laps at the crown, where a bead of pre-come tastes sweet-sour as victorious adrenaline pumps through Seokjin’s veins.
Well, then.
When Hoseok moves to swallow him down again, Seokjin shakes his head, pulling him up.
“You’ve been on your knees for too long already, come here.”
With an audible “hup” from Seokjin, he hauls Hoseok up to straddle his bare legs.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” says Hoseok. He smiles, wide and bright. “Feeling better?”
“Much, thank you.” Seokjin leans in for a lingering kiss that’s soft and a little sleepy. His hands wander from Hoseok’s waist, one finding its way to the leg of his boxers and sliding up the back of it to settle warm along the curve of his ass. It’s a little shivery in a good way, doubly so when two of his fingertips dip in between to brush against Hoseok’s hole, still slippery from his solo exploration earlier in the evening.
“You’ve been busy,” Seokjin murmurs. “Thinking about me, hm?”
“Always,” says Hoseok on an exhale, as the tip of one of Seokjin’s fingers slips just inside.
“Did you come already?”
Hoseok shakes his head, pressed into Seokjin’s shoulder. “Was going to wait. With you in my mouth, here. Or in our bed, later.”
“Mm, very nice. I love a man with a plan.”
Seokjin’s fingers slide home smoothly, aided by the lube still clinging there. He pumps them languidly in and out, rubbing at the spots that make Hoseok gasp and squirm.
“Want to make you feel good, Hoseok-ah,” he says, low in his ear.
Unable to withstand much more of this, Hoseok’s legs tighten around Seokjin’s thighs. His husband seems to take this as a cue to lift him up fully, fingers slipping out so that he can securely carry him across the room to the guest bed. For a moment, Hoseok wonders if they shouldn’t just move to their main bedroom – there’s no reason to muss up a second clean set of linens. But there’s something a little exciting about doing this in a different bed from normal, especially with the blue and purple lights casting science-fiction shadows across their skin.
When they reach the bed, Seokjin lets Hoseok drop back against the mattress, bouncing a little.
“Ooh,” Hoseok teases, looking up at Seokjin with exaggerated innocence. “Have you come to seduce me?”
“Seduce,” Seokjin sputters. “What kind of dramas have you been watching? Please. I am a gentleman.”
“Ahh. A romantic, then.”
“Exactly.”
In counterpoint to this claim, he paws at Hoseok’s boxers, yanking them down his legs to a cackling peal of delighted laughter. They make quick work of what remains of each other’s clothing, until it’s just the two of them sprawled against the sheets, hands exploring skin, lips at pulse-points, still as good as the first time. Maybe better. When they started all those years ago, Hoseok didn’t know to nip at Seokjin’s flushed earlobe, scrape his teeth across it to hear the groans of pleasure. And Seokjin has learned all of the places where a featherlight touch is most effective – down Hoseok’s arms, his flank, a fingertip circled around his peaking nipple.
With one of Hoseok’s legs thrown over his shoulder, Seokjin lines himself up to press in, handsome face all serious concentration now. It’s a good look on him, especially when he’s not stressed out like before, instead directing his single-minded focus to Hoseok’s pleasure. He starts up a steady rhythm until they’re both panting with the exertion, pressing lazy kisses into each other’s mouths that are mostly just to stay close, breathing together.
Already wound-up from all of the evening’s intimate activities, Hoseok doesn’t take long to reach the crest of his own arousal. On a long shuddering gasp, he comes hard enough that he feels dazed for a moment, awash in a body-high of good feelings. There’s a vague awareness of his fingers and stomach being gently wiped clean, his husband settling beside him on the mattress. Hoseok turns over onto his side and slides a leg between Seokjin’s, wiggling a little as he gets closer. Cuddling always feels extra nice, after.
Hoseok doesn’t ask Seokjin if he came, or if he still wants to. He can feel the softness of his body next to his own, radiating contentment, and knows that this is often the sum of what he desires. They’ve long since passed the time of awkwardly navigating boundaries, of hurt feelings and reconciled misunderstandings.
Drifting off into sleep – just for a few minutes, before they untangle and return to their bedroom – Hoseok’s eyes snap open.
“Jin, Jin,” he says urgently, pushing at his shoulder. Seokjin slow-blinks awake, gaze unfocused.
“Hm?”
“Did you save your game? Before we started, you know…”
A panicked expression flashes across Seokjin’s face, and Hoseok’s heart drops. He really would feel so bad if after all that, the boss fight had to be done over again.
Just as abruptly, Seokjin tilts his head back with a hiccupping laugh. He falls onto his back, grinning helplessly as he scrubs a hand over his eyes.
“The game autosaves, Hoseok-ah. Wow, I was really scared there for a second.”
“Oh!”
“Did I save – I had a flashback to my childhood just now. Aish. It’s a good thing that I love you, you know.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok says fondly with a little sigh, as relief washes over him. “It really is.”