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In Seungkwan’s eyes, Hansol has always been pretty. While others would consider Hansol to be sharp and masculine, which he was, Seungkwan always found himself appreciating the sides and angles of Hansol that people barely paid attention to.
Like how he was slighter, slimmer, though he had an inch or two over Seungkwan. Or how his dark brown hair always fell in soft waves, delicately framing his face. And Seungkwan’s personal favorite was how long Hansol’s lashes were, further emphasizing his pretty brown eyes. Despite how people viewed Hansol, in Seungkwan’s eyes, his boyfriend was the prettiest boy he had ever been lucky enough to look at.
But no matter how pretty Hansol already is naturally, Seungkwan finds his heart squeezing whenever he realizes that Hansol could get even prettier. And it isn’t about clothes, makeup, or different hairstyles. It’s about how pretty Hansol looked whenever he cried.
It was something that initially made Seungkwan feel terrible. He felt guilty that the first time he saw his boyfriend cry, his first thought was ‘oh, he’s beautiful.’ Seungkwan hated himself for admiring Hansol as a first instinct instead of comforting him. But when his guilt eventually wore off, Seungkwan was once again left with the fact that Hansol was a pretty crier— information that Seungkwan didn’t know how to process.
Fortunately for Seungkwan, Hansol didn’t cry a lot. Not that Hansol refused to cry or anything, it simply took a bit more for Hansol to cry compared to Seungkwan. And when he does cry, it isn’t the ugly-sobbing. Hansol cried silently, cheeks pinking, while his lashes clumped together. Cute sniffles and heavy sighs. It was also adorable, in addition to being a pretty sight.
So Seungkwan would defend himself and say that it was only a natural course of action for him to start wanting to see Hansol cry whenever they fucked. At first, it had made Seungkwan feel like such a pervert. The first time Hansol cried while they were having sex was a year into their official relationship, after countless bedtime activities. It was right after Seungkwan had made Hansol come for a second time.
Hansol’s tears and breathless whimpers had made Seungkwan’s cock throb, and he came almost instantly after his brain caught up with the fact that he just fucked his boyfriend to tears. Now, unfortunately for Seungkwan, it’s become some sort of craving for him after the first time— almost an addiction.
It also felt good when Hansol cried. Since he knew it always took a lot before Hansol cried, it was also an ego booster whenever he’d successfully have Hansol sobbing prettily on his cock. Seungkwan loved knowing that he fucked his boyfriend good enough to overwhelm him. He earned those pretty tears.
But perhaps Seungkwan has been so invested in making Hansol cry as much as possible, since Hansol has been crying a lot more frequently now. Maybe it was now just another natural reaction for him. Or perhaps Seungkwan has just become even better at fucking his boyfriend stupid. Whatever it may be, Seungkwan won’t complain about it in the slightest bit. He only hopes that this won’t backfire on him the moment Hansol cries out of genuinely being upset, and Seungkwan has to comfort him while fighting back misplaced arousal.
Panting, Seungkwan grabs both of Hansol’s legs and perches them on one of his shoulders. The position has Hansol pressing his thighs together, making him feel tighter. Seungkwan moans and leans down, folding Hansol’s legs closer to his chest— which makes Hansol whine.
“Seungkwan-ah, s-stings,” Hansol manages to say through his hitching breath, cheeks flushed pink. He’s staring up at Seungkwan with those pretty brown eyes, all glassy and round. Seungkwan’s heart flutters around the same time his cock twitches inside Hansol’s hole.
Breathlessly, Seungkwan chuckles in amusement. “I’ve been bending you in different positions for more than, aah, a year now, and you still aren’t flexible, my Sollie? Maybe I should keep you all folded every day then.”
Pretty brown eyes widen as Seungkwan drives his hips in with more force, hips smacking against Hansol’s ass. Raspy, melodic moans drip from Hansol’s lips as Seungkwan gives him a proper pounding, like his breath is pushed out from his lungs with every thrust. “You like that, hm, Sollie? I’d invite you to w-work out with me or something. Maybe pilates, but I know you’d rather be taking my dick every day instead.”
“Stop, I d-don’t—”
“Ah, don’t what? Don’t like taking it like the pretty boy you are? Just lying there and letting me do whatever I want with you? That’s cute, Sol.”
The dirty talk is the last push Hansol needed. The odd mix of compliments and degradation, along with Seungkwan’s signature mean tone has Hansol’s back arching as he gasps, mouth staying parted in a silent scream. His hole flutters around Seungkwan’s cock while Seungkwan keeps drilling into him with a steady and relentless pace.
Hansol squeezes his eyes shut— and the tears finally roll down his flushed cheeks. Seungkwan moans unabashedly, licking his lips as he fucks into his boyfriend even harder, fueled by his own arousal and need. “A-Ah, look at me, Sollie. Didn’t I tell you to always look at me when I fuck you on your back like the princess you actually are?”
It takes a few moments before Hansol forces himself to look up at Seungkwan again. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, while drops of them had also run down Hansol’s flushed face. His lashes were wet, and every cute little sniffle blended with Hansol’s helpless moans.
Seungkwan is so completely gone for Hansol. He still can’t believe that such a beautiful boy is all his to love and ruin. And it’s crude. Maybe even disgusting— but Seungkwan finds himself leaning even further down, folding Hansol in half while he licks at a tear that rolls down Hansol’s cheek. “I love it when you cry on my cock, Sollie. I w-wish I could fuck you until you’re sobbing but, mhmm— you’d be all sulky if I made you limp when you’re meeting hyung for brunch tomorrow.”
Unexpectedly, Hansol’s body tenses, toes curling as he comes with a hoarse moan. He clenches around Seungkwan like crazy, which makes the brunet hiss and slow his thrusts, opting for something slower but deeper. He keeps fucking into Hansol, dragging out his boyfriend’s high while he lets his own pleasure simmer down into something easier to push down.
Seungkwan giggles, light and airy, as if he hadn’t just pulled an orgasm right out of Hansol. “Or maybe I should, hmm? I think you like the idea. Ah, should I make you come twice or thrice?”
While huffing, shaky arms pull at Seungkwan’s neck as Hansol seeks a messy kiss. “You’re a bit crazy s-sometimes, Kwannie.”
“Love you too, Sol.”