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The time on his phone ticked over from 20:59 to 21:00.
Sieun clicked on the power button and the screen went black. He slipped it into the pocket of his trousers and retrieved the red leather jacket he had draped over the back of his chair when he arrived earlier.
Two hours. He had given Taeoh two hours to show face. It was a generous amount of time to say the least. Much more generous than he usually would be, mostly on account of how much he had liked his outfit tonight.
When the boy from his major had asked him on a date, Sieun did not really think much of it. Just that it would be a nice opportunity to dress up. Plus, Taeoh was not unattractive.
Yet here Sieun was. Two hours later. No show. Even though he was the one who had been asked out.
He was not upset in the slightest. Somewhat irked that his time had been wasted, but that was it.
Of all the restaurants to be stood up in at least it was one that was so elegantly designed. Dim lights twinkled over the dark oak tables and cast a faint shadow over every face. It was fancy but sensual. Sieun had spent his two hours watching the city below through the windows that lined the wall.
In the far corner was a built-in bar under the low lights which had caught Sieun's attention from the moment he stepped out of the elevator. If he was already here, it would not hurt to have a drink or two.
He stood from the table as he slipped his jacket back over his shoulders and headed over to the bar against the wall, taking up onto one of the free barstools.
"A sex on the beach, please," he said to the bartender.
The aproned man was not at all phased by the name and with a terse nod, he immediately started on the drink.
While waiting, Sieun tapped his nails against the marbled countertop. The pointed edge produced a click that offered some relief from the irritation abuzz under his skin.
He rarely got the chance to have his nails long. If it were not for the precision necessitated when handling his projects, he would have no qualms getting acrylics or letting his natural nails grow. Instead, they had been cut down to the fingers for a few years now. Rarely, he would indulge in shitty press-ons. Tonight was one of those nights, a deep crimson that matched his shirt and jacket.
He spared no effort when he was getting dressed up.
"Thank you." A rich voice spoke, soft as though placating someone or hushing a baby.
Sieun's eyes shifted in the direction it had come as subtly as he could.
His nails stopped tapping.
The man on the barstool two to his right. The one who had spoken.
Holy shit.
He had to be older than Sieun, but it was impossible to determine how many years spanned between them. His black hair had been pushed off his forehead, a few strands falling down which was ungodly attractive. His jawline was sharp, high cheekbones drawing attention to the mole under his eye.
He was in a plain black suit, no tie, and the white collared shirt was unbuttoned to his sternum, a simple chain hanging from around his neck.
Leaning back with a glass of red in his hand and his other slipped in his pocket, he lifted the wine to his lips. Sieun tried not to gawk.
From across the counter, a colourful glass was slid towards him and he thanked the bartender, bringing the straw to his lips.
He snuck another glance at the stranger as he drank.
Chocolate coloured eyes were already watching him.
His back straightened slightly, lips detatching from the straw.
The older did not appear at all flustered to have been caught looking. He swirled the wine in his hand and took another sip. His gaze dropped to his phone on the side as it lit up.
Sliding a hand out of his pocket, he picked up the device and read whatever came up on the screen. Without any reaction, he turned the phone off and flipped it face down.
His eyes returned to Sieun again, the corner of his lip tugging up when he found himself still being watched.
Sieun guided his straw back to his mouth as he forced himself to turn away. A heat crawled up his neck and the skin under the satin scarf started to itch. He shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it on the chair behind him, rolling his shoulders a little and fighting the urge to fan his face.
The next second, his eyes darted to the stranger again. Just for a split-second. Those warm eyes were scanning his newly revealed shirt, and the scarf attached to it with the same polite appreciation as before. Though, something simmered beneath. Something Sieun wanted to make unravel.
He was interrupted from that train of thought by the buzz of his phone.
The notifications kept popping through.
Park Taeoh
Sorry Sieun
I saw you at the restaurant and I think you took this a lot more seriously than I did
You were really dressed up lol
I didn't realise you liked me that much
Sorry lol
9.10pm
Eyes darting over the screen, Sieun scoffed with a shake of his head. Unbeliveable.
"Bad news?"
The same smooth and soft tone as before.
Sieun's pause was barely discernable, a milisecond of hesitation before he faced the stranger. A look of intrigue was glinting in those eyes that Sieun was fairly certain had not left him since they had discovered him.
"I got stood up," he said matter-of-factly.
The older raised his brows, dragging his gaze over Sieun's outfit, or maybe the body outlined underneath the clothes.
"He doesn't know what he's missing out on then."
Sieun flushed but played it off with an acerbic laugh, reminded of Taeoh's message. "Well apparently he does. He saw me dressed up and thought it was for him." He swirled his straw around in his drink. "Which is stupid. I don't dress for other people. I dress for me."
That earned him an approving hum and a nod. "That's good. Men like that are just insecure. They don't know how to handle a pretty thing like yourself."
Those chocolate brown eyes glinted mischievously—flirtatiously.
Sieun's face was much warmer under the stranger's scrutiny than from the alcohol in his glass.
"Is that the wisdom you have to share in your old age?" Sieun said, a little playfully.
The older laughed, tilting his head. "How old do you think I am…" His sentence died off followed by the furrowing of his brows. "Sorry, I don't know your name."
Sieun smiled coyly at the clever play. "Sieun."
"Suho." Suho shifted in his seat, leaning the side of his head against his fist as he smirked. "Now tell me, Sieun. How old do you think I am?"
Sieun shuffled too, facing Suho and narrowing his eyes in show. Suho's smirk deepened, biting his bottom lip with a small chuckle.
There were no wrinkles on Suho's face, nothing that made him look old per se.
But something about the air around him. The way he carried himself. It was beyond just being mature. He came off as someone who knew exactly who they were and what they were doing. Sieun could not imagine even the most confident of people in his age bracket being able to hold themselves with that kind of poise.
"Late twenties?" he finally guessed.
Suho grinned. "Thanks for the compliment." As he leaned back in his chair, he said, "I'm 33."
Ten years between them. Sieun found that so much hotter than he should.
A coquettish expression took over his face as he tilted forward. "How old do you think I am?"
Suho stared at him, his hand lifted to brush Sieun's bangs away from his eyes as if to get a better look. Rubbing his bottom lip with the side of his other finger, Suho examined him.
"Your eyeshadow is pretty."
Sieun batted his lashes without even really meaning to. Or maybe he did.
"Thank you, Suho hyung."
Suho's tongue poked against his cheek and he dropped his head with a breathy chuckle. "I'd say you're around 23."
Sieun gasped. "I am. What gave it away?"
"Ordering a sex on the beach," Suho said, motioning to the drink in question. "Very '23-year-old' of you."
Sieun's bottom lip jutted out and he took the straw into his mouth, mumbling, "There's nothing wrong with my order."
He ignored Suho's laughter as he gulped down what was remaining of his drink.
"I didn't say that, Sieun. I just said that it's 'very 23-year-old of you', which you are. What about that is offensive?"
Sieun slid his empty glass across the counter. His hand grasped the back of the barstool between him and Suho. It scraped against the floor as he dragged it back, lifting off his seat and shuffling one closer to Suho. Once settled, he asked, "Why don't you order my next drink then, Suho hyung? Something 'very-33-year-old'.
Suho licked his lips, eyes dropping to Sieun's pouty ones. "I'm more than happy to pay for your drinks, Sieun. But it's nice of you to let me choose too."
Before Sieun could say anything in response, Suho turned to the bar and waved the bartender over. "Can I get another glass of the barlo for me and a manhattan for him, please? Put this one on my personal tab. Thanks."
The bartender bowed his head and flitted off. Suho's knee knocked against Sieun's as he twisted in his seat to face him again. He seemed content just admiring him in silence. Sieun grew rapidly more flustered under the rapt attention; it was at once both welcome and discomposing.
"So what brings you to this bar on a Friday night?" he asked to break the silence.
Suho leaned on his hand. "To meet you?"
Rolling his eyes, Sieun scoffed to show how unimpressed he was with that line.
"Wow." An amused breath escaped Suho. "You didn't like that?"
The glass of wine appeared on the counter. Suho pinched the stem and drew it closer but did not pick it up. "I had a meeting. I like the wines here so I got a glass. Then I met you."
Sieun interlaced his fingers and propped his chin on them, staring at Suho with an appraising look. Suho chuckled, lifting his drink to his mouth. "What?"
"Just looking," answered Sieun.
They both turned as his drink as ordered by Suho was placed down, a deep orange colour that almost ran red. Two cherries were speared through by a silver toothpick that laid across the rim.
In what felt like a superfluous gesture, Suho slid it towards Sieun. The younger still grew hotter and tugged at the silk around his neck. His stomach was already in a state and it had nothing to do with the alcohol.
"It's strong, so don't down it," Suho said. "It's got whisky in it but it's still somewhat of a sweet drink."
"Do you drink whisky?" Sieun asked as he cupped the glass.
"I do, but I tried to keep your preferences in mind when ordering a 'very-33-year-old' drink for you." Suho winked.
Sieun let out a soft snort before he lifted the glass to his lip and took a negligible sip. The flavour burst on his tongue, but it was not disgustingly alcoholic like cheap vodka at the club. Rather, it was rich with a tang of sweetness. An approving noise rumbled in his throat and Suho laughed. "I made the right choice?"
Sieun smiled at him. "You did."
A smirk adorned Suho's face and he moved a little closer. "I knew I would."
After taking another longer sip, Sieun set the glass down. "You have a lot of confidence."
Hidden beneath the barstools, his foot lifted and brushed Suho's ankle.
Suho exhaled, controlled but forced from him.
Sieun had to suppress a grin.
"So do you," Suho deflected, eyes studying Sieun's face.
"Maybe you just caught me at a good time," said Sieun, carressing Suho's ankle again.
"That's not good," Suho murmured. He gently moved a finger against Sieun's bangs, making his eyes more visible again so he could study the makeup over his eyelids. "You should always be confident."
Heart hammering in his chest, Sieun hooked both his feet around Suho's ankle.
Suho's tongue darted over his bottom lip and Sieun unabashedly stared, waiting for the older to make a move. Instead, Suho picked up his glass and took another drink. Sieun's eyes latched onto where his adam's apple bobbed. He chewed the inside of his cheek.
"I've never really had anyone around to give me confidence," he said, reaching for the toothpick with the cherries and dragging one off between his teeth.
Upon turning back, he found Suho's eyes burning a hole into his mouth.
When his teeth bit into the cherry, juice dribbled onto his lips, coating them with a rouge colour before he popped the cherry in his mouth. His index finger dragged across his bottom lip, spreading the red around under the pretense of wiping it off.
Suho gulped.
"So I only feel confident when I get to dress up for myself," Sieun continued, finishing with a smile.
Coyly, he lifted his own drink to his lips and took a few more sips. His head was growing warm from the two forms of intoxication hurtling through his system.
"Slow down, sweetheart," Suho said. "It's strong, remember."
Almost choking at the nickname, Sieun complied and returned the manhattan back onto the countertop.
"It just tastes good," he said, flushing so hard that he gave in and started fanning his face. "Makes me feel hot, though."
Suho was staring at him, temple against his knuckle. He smirked with a, "Mm?"
Like he knew exactly the effect he had on Sieun. Which he probably did.
Sieun dropped his hand into his lap, staring back without a word.
His feet were still around Suho's ankle and his leg was pointed at Sieun now. Sieun stared at the black slacks straining against Suho's thighs, wanting to run his nails over it.
"What kind of people do you surround yourself with?"
The question tickled Sieun, and he crinkled his nose with a small laugh. His body fell into Suho's gravity without meaning too. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Suho said in a low, velvety voice, leaning closer too. "Does nobody tell you that you're absolutely breathtaking?"
After a few beats, Sieun sunk teeth into his bottom lip and shook his head.
"Really?" Suho tilted his head to get a better look at Sieun, eyes raking over him. "Maybe you need better friends then."
Sieun laughed again. "You're funny."
"I'm incredibly serious." Suho's smirk turned playful as he said that.
Sieun blinked innocently as his shoes started trailing up from Suho's ankle, pushing the fabric of the older's slacks up. Suho raised a brow at his antics, smiling into his glass as he took another sip.
"You should watch how much you drink," Sieun said, leaning a little closer.
Their noses were only a few inch away from each other when Suho turned. Much too close to play off as anything but flirting. From some angles, it probably looked as though they were kissing.
"Why is that?" asked Suho, lips already curling up before the response came.
"Because," Sieun began, inclining his head, "I wouldn't want that to be the reason we get pulled over, hyung."
Suho's face froze for a splitsecond before he shifted forward ever so slightly. Their lips were almost brushing. "Want hyung to show you his car?"
Sieun slid his hand onto Suho's thigh. "Hopefully more than just your car, Suho hyung."
A breathy chuckle escaped Suho and he covered the hand on his thigh with his own. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Sieun repeated, voice breathless.
A scrape sounded and Sieun glanced to the side as his glass was slid towards him by two fingers. Suho's breath hit his ear. "You might wanna hurry and finish your drink then, baby."
He withdrew with that, and Sieun stayed frozen for a few more moments before he levelled his drink—his obstacle—with a glare and cupped the glass, downing it as fast as he could. Suho chuckled, thumb stroking Sieun's wrist as he watched.
"There's no rush."
Sieun lifted his eyes to look at the older. It took five seconds of him staring through his lashes as he gulped down the drink for Suho's smile to freeze and transform into something wolfish. "Nevermind."
The emptied glass clacked as it was placed down and Sieun drew in air to his lungs with deep breaths.
"Wow, you're good at drinking," Suho said, voice dripping with approval.
He reached for the cherry still on the toothpick and plucked it off, holding it between his thumb and index a few centimetres from Sieun's mouth. Not a demand. An invitation—a choice.
Sieun closed the gap and moulded his lips around the cherry, teeth lightly brushing against Suho's fingers as he retreated. He bit into the fruit, the burst of flavour washing away any of the bitter aftertaste from the manhattan. He allowed some of the juice to slip from his mouth again, painting his lips.
After he swallowed down the cherry, he batted his lashes. "Suho hyung?"
Suho placed his glass of wine down. "Mm?"
"Some of the cherry juice got on my lips. Can you get it off for me?" He jutted his chin out.
Suho just stared at him for a few long seconds. A throaty laugh broke the silence as he cocked his head. "What am I going to do with you, hm?"
A big hand blocked their faces from the view of the resturant and only then did Suho bridge the gap between them.
His lips were soft and gentle, and Sieun's eagerly latched on, coaxing Suho closer with a pull at his jacket. He ran his tongue over Sieun's lips, cleaning up the cherry juices. Before retreating, he gave Sieun's bottom lip a tug with teeth.
"Good?"
Sieun was fairly certain that he had hearts in his eyes as he looked up at Suho. "Good," he breathed, almost dreamily—in a trance.
With a grin, Suho stood up from his chair. Sieun hurried off his own, missing the hand that Suho offered to him. Which was fine, because a second later, he interlaced their fingers of his own accord and took off towards the elevator at the back of the restaurant.
Suho let out a laugh and let himself be dragged. The elevator opened almost perfectly on time for their arrival, and once he was inside, Sieun pivoted immediately to pull Suho down. Their lips crashed together again, impatient and messy. Sieun, quite frankly, did not care if anyone saw them as he plunged a hand into Suho's hair.
Suho obliged him immediately, one hand on his waist, the other tapping at the buttons on the side of the elevator to take them to the carpark.
After he hit the right one, he resorted to repeatedly pressing the 'close doors' button until the elevator started whirring and they were going down.
"Sie—" he attempted between kisses but Sieun was relentless.
Suho released a chuckle into his mouth and kissed back just as desperate, furtively slipping something onto Sieun's shoulders.
Only when they parted for a breath, did Sieun become cognisant of the new weight there. His red leather jacket.
"You almost forgot it," Suho said, something almost smitten in his stare.
"Thank you, hyung." Sieun slid his arms into the jacket and Suho adjusted the collar for him before the elevator pinged. The floor number over the door was out of sight, so Sieun simply admired Suho as the older turned back to check.
"This is us." Suho snuck a hand under Sieun's jacket to rest on his waist, pressing him flush against his side. Sieun could feel the callouses on his palm through his thin shirt. It was dizzying.
Suho's car was a sleek black, obviously expensive even to an untrained eye. The lights flashed. Suho trailed Sieun to the passenger side and opened the door for him.
"You're a proper gentleman," the younger commented, almost wryly.
Suho leaned his arms on the top of the door, his chin resting on his hands. "Only if my passenger is as pretty as you."
With a flush, Sieun dipped his head and slipped into the car. The moment he was seated, Suho leaned in and stole a slow kiss before closing the door. Fingers brushing his lips, Sieun tracked the older as he rounded the front of the car with a grin.
He got into the driver's seat, groaning as he stretched out with one hand on the wheel.
"Wanna see something cool?" he asked as he turned his keys in the ignition.
Sieun nodded which prompted Suho to press a button on the console.
Overhead, the roof of the car lit up with purple LEDS and star-like patterns. Sieun gaped, ogling the studded roof. When his eyes inevitably found Suho again, he inhaled sharply.
The purple glow that surrounded him was disorientating and made him look incredibly attractive. Sieun's stomach flipped. Suho had already been observing his reaction with a smile.
They were staring at each other for the hundredth time that night, except, this time, Sieun could actually do something about it.
He surged forward, catching Suho's lips in his own, persuading a groan from the older which went straight to his cock. His kisses went off track, down Suho's chin, onto his jaw, teeth nibbling at the bone.
Rubber squeaked as Suho's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"Baby," he murmured, his other hand gently grasping Sieun's jaw and extracting him. He turned his eyes to Sieun, earnest but simultaneously drowned in lust. "Let me take you to mine first. You're gonna work yourself up before I can do anything about it. I wanna take good care of you."
Sieun's eyes widened at the words and he nodded.
A little disappointed that they could not just bang in the car. Then back at Suho's place again. But, he wanted to listen.
Suho gave him a rewarding kiss. The same as before, a slow and lazy slot of their lips as though he had all the time in the world. It had more of an effect on the situation in Sieun's trousers than his own desperate kissing prior.
His head was spinning in the same loops, just a constant stream of Suho, Suho, Suho, Suho.
Suho broke away, clearing his throat and pulling the car out of the parking space. Sieun righted himself in the passenger seat and tried to pretend he did not want to crawl over the console into Suho's lap.
He dug his nails into the fabric of his trousers, teeth latching onto the inside of his cheek as they left the car park onto the street. Suho switched off the stars, tapping on the interface and telling Sieun that he could play any song he wanted. After a delay, Sieun typed in two words and clicked on the first option that appeared.
When the drums started, he leaned back in his seat with a bitten-back grin. He rested his elbow on the console, staring at Suho for his reaction.
Suho glanced at the screen as the guitar picked up. His finger stopped tapping on the wheel. They pulled up to a red light and he turned to Sieun.
"Sexy boy?" he said, not really a question.
Sieun tilted his head as if he had not heard him. Smirking, Suho ducked down to kiss him, lasting until the car lit up amber with the changing lights. When he retreated, the hand that was not steering started playing with Sieun's fingers over the console.
Sieun traced over Suho's features with a hawk-like gaze. They were sharper under the street lights. He was enthralled.
A furrow of Suho's brows, lips curving into a faint frown at the red light.
His thumb brushed over Sieun's palm, tickling the skin there with his nail. Sieun snatched his hand back on instinct. Suho smirked to himself.
As Sieun squirmed against the leather seat, his body heated, merging with the buzz of alcohol and attraction thrumming through him already. His mind was pure fuzz.
Suho raised his hips from the seat before slumping back down. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he brushed a hand over his mouth.
Without a thought, Sieun leaned across the console, pressing a kiss to where the skin had flicked. Suho's knuckles whitened on the wheel, the car emitting a smooth roar as it sped up. Sieun kept his eyes on Suho's expression as he dragged his tongue from the middle of Suho's neck up to the same spot on his jaw, sucking the skin. The only reaction he got was a faint breath.
He reached over and started leisurely tracing circles on Suho's abdomen with a hand. Suho's chest rose unevenly and Sieun smiled against skin, licking and sucking at Suho's neck, teeth scraping every so often.
His nails started writing letters against Suho's shirt, humming with a pleased note as Suho's hand grasped at his thigh, a hint of desperation imbued in the action.
Slowly, his hand moved lower and lower on Suho's abdomen.
The car came to a stop and Suho's voice, notably more throaty now, said, "'Sieun, if you keep doing this I'll get too distracted to drive."
"A good driver doesn't crack under pressure," Sieun whispered into his neck, followed by a stripe of his tongue.
Suho shivered. "Putting me under a lotta pressure here, baby."
"I could be worse."
A strangled noise forced its way from Suho's throat. Sieun smirked, his hands fiddling with his seatbelt.
Once he was free, he, somewhat ungracefully, managed to climb over the console in the middle and sit himself in Suho's lap.
Fuck traffic laws. He was going insane.
Suho ogled his new position with disbelief, a question mark almost visible in the air above his head.
The light turned green. Cars started honking.
Sieun grinded down. "Drive."
Suho's foot hit the pedal and they started coasting through the streets. All the cars they passed were completely ignorant to the crime that Sieun was committing in the name of his lust.
He buried his face in Suho's neck, grinding down again. Suho groaned, the arm that he had wrapped around Sieun tightening.
"This is very illegal, Sieun." It was said through gritted teeth.
Sieun continued rocking his hips back and forth, the feeling of Suho's erection beneath him almost too much after how little they had been allowed to touch. He gasped against Suho's neck, nuzzling into him.
"Fuck." The engine revved and the car sped up a considerable amount. "Okay. Okay."
Searching for the same friction again, Sieun started grinding with more pressure, slipping his hand against Suho's neck, under his shirt, and sliding over his collarbones. Relishing in the unrestricted access he had to the older's body.
His erection was straining against his trousers and he clamped his thighs either side of Suho, sealing their bodies together. Each roll of his hips was like a spark through his stomach. He almost jumped each time if not for the fear he would startled Suho.
The car suddenly swerved.
Sieun hugged Suho tighter, eyes widening. He was about to apologise when the car came to a stop. A bent finger tapped his chin. Sieun retreated from Suho's neck, coming face to face with a very turned-on Suho.
His pupils were so blown out that his irises had been swallowed up. A swirl of dark chocolate. Incredibly delicious.
Sieun bit his bottom lip, glancing out the window.
The car was idling in one of the parking spaces along the street. Suho watched him react without a word.
He should apologise, but Sieun honestly did not regret his actions one bit. He reached down and yanked on the flip switch against the side of the seat, sending the seat back. Suho's hands landed on his hips and Sieun started moving again.
"Was this why you wanted to get pulled over?" Suho asked, calling back to their previous conversation.
Sieun did not answer.
"You want me to get stopped by the police for having a pretty thing grinding in my lap?" Suho tilted his head, biting his lip.
"Sorry, hyungie, I just—"
Suho shut him up with a kiss, tongue already slipping into Sieun's mouth. Sieun moaned.
"Maybe they'd take the fact I can't resist you into account," Suho breathed between their coupled lips.
Sieun got a little more frantic at Suho's words. "Suho hyung—"
"Yes, baby?" Suho leaned his head back on the headrest, breathing uneven.
Sieun fluttered his lashes. "I'm sorry."
He was stared at for a few until the corner of Suho's lips twitched up. "You're not, but I'll pretend I believe you, sweetheart."
Biting his cheek, Sieun eyed Suho with something that could only be described as neediness.
Suho's mouth attached to his jaw, kissing where it met his ear.
"If you go back in the passenger seat, I'll keep you occupied, yeah?" Suho breathed. "Hyung'll show you just how well I can drive under pressure."
The promise sent blood rushing to Sieun's head and his cock. A hand lightly tapped his ass and Sieun bit back a noise he would rather take to the grave.
He climbed back into the passenger's seat. Suho hummed, righting his seat before reaching across to click Sieun back into place. With his left hand on the wheel, he undid Sieun's trousers. Sieun's breath caught in his throat like a bubble waiting to pop.
He lifted off the seat so that he could tug the trousers down and settled back with an impatient look at Suho. Chuckling, the older tucked a finger in the waistband of Sieun's boxers and pulled them down too.
Sieun's cock sprung free. Angrily red from how hard he was. Weeping from the slit.
Suho stared at it for a few beats and Sieun flushed with embarrassment, but before he could speak, Suho lifted his hand, cupping it in front of Sieun's face.
Sieun glanced between Suho and the hand, brows knitting together.
"Spit."
His entire face was on fire as he built up saliva at the front of his mouth and spat into Suho's hand.
"Good boy."
Suho wrapped his hand around Sieun's cock and gave it a loose stroke. Sieun whined.
Only now did Suho straighten up and flick his turn signal, waiting for the road to clear so he could pull out.
His hand continued pumping Sieun's length, relatively slow. His thumb brushed over the tip, tightening around the head which Sieun had to fight to not buck up into.
The car merged with the road. They were not going as fast as Suho had been before but definitely faster than everyone else on the street.
"Hyung—"
Suho shifted in his seat and his hand started moving quicker, foot on the pedal making the car rumble as they sped down the road.
A moan broke from Sieun's mouth, the combination of the engine rumbling below and Suho's hand jerking him off causing tingles to ripple through him.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Suho said, voice low.
"No," Sieun answered. Final.
Humming, a smirk grew on Suho's face. His hand neglected the rest of Sieun's cock to focus solely on the head, thumb moving back and forth with enough pressure to draw a cry out of Sieun.
He fought off the urge to writhe with each rub, the pleasure so overwhelming it was filling him up to his throat. Tears flooded to his eyes. Each time the hand dipped down and stroked his full length, he would gasp, lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back. Inevitably, Suho would return to only the head, thumb moving so fast and forceful that Sieun's head was blanking and his moans began to sound more like cries.
Suho's nail lightly scraped into the slit, and Sieun couldn't help but buck his hips through his sensitivity. Suho clearly enjoyed this, biting down on his lips to stop the smirk from getting too large.
"What if we get pulled over now, baby?" he crooned. "What's your excuse?"
Sieun mewled, tears falling. "Hyungie…"
Suho glanced over at him. His hand suspended for a second. "Oh, sweetheart. You're crying off all your pretty eyeshadow."
Sieun wiped a hand over his cheek and came back with black and silver glitter. He cut a glare at Suho but it was absent of any actual irritation. It felt much too good to have Suho jerking him off to complain.
"Hyung'll buy you some more to make up for it, so cry all you want," Suho said, turning the wheel with one hand. The other obviously still wrapped around Sieun's cock.
It was so attractive that Sieun felt his abdomen clench, his release drawing closer.
"You still look so beautiful with your makeup running."
His cock was given a comforting stroke before Suho returned to his rough thumbing, driving Sieun over the edge with the overstimulation.
It was so much that he swore his insides were distending from the pleasure. He sobbed, hands grasping at the seat behind him, nails digging into the fancy upholstery. Suho did not say anything about that.
Like making him feel good was all that mattered.
Sieun's legs kicked out and he whined. "C– Cu— Suho hyung, I'm cum—"
Suho rubbed over the tip as Sieun came with a snap of his hips, desperate for Suho to stroke him fully. He hovered his hands over the head of his cock, hoping to avoid getting his cum anywhere in the car. His vision spotted with white, spurts of hot cum coating both of their hands as he released a final moan. Definitely not the last of the night, though.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, disorientated to the point he could not tell the direction the car was turning, only that it was. His eyes latched onto the blank ceiling, utterly dazed.
Lips pressed against his temple and Sieun jolted.
Suho chuckled. "Your timing couldn't be more perfect. We're here."
Sieun's head whipped to look out the window. They were parked in a big garage, enough to fit another car model that had the same expensive finish as the one they were seated in.
"When did we—" He aborted his own sentence but Suho got the gist of it.
"You came as we arrived in my neighbourhood," he said.
Sieun glanced down at his lap and found his hands being cleaned by wipes. Any residual cum was already gone from Suho's.
When he was cleaned up, he buttoned up his trousers again. Suho opened the drivers door and walked over the left side of the garage, tapping a button that prompted the garage door to close as he dropped the cum-stained wipes into a bin.
Sniffing, Sieun folded down the sun visor, checking himself in the small mirror. He quickly wiped his cheeks of his makeup as best he could, pulling out the lipstick he had tucked in the inside of his jacket—thank God Suho remembered to grab it—and applied some with quick precision. It gave his face a little pop of colour, other than the obvious rosy blush on his cheeks. Now he looked a tiny bit less like a mess.
He stepped out the car.
Suho turned, still idling by the door which Sieun presumed led into the house.
Raising a brow, Suho stood there. Waiting.
Sieun crossed the distance between them in hurried steps and Suho bent slightly at his approach. The second Sieun stepped within proximity, wrapping his arms around Suho's neck and kissing him, Suho lifted him off the floor entirely.
Giggling, Sieun locked his ankles behind Suho's back and clung to him like a koala.
Suho smiled against his mouth.
Over the roaring in his ears and the sound of their frenzied kissing, Sieun could faintly hear a door opening. Maybe he should be admiring Suho's house as he was taken through it, but he could not care less right now.
He was too entranced by the man who was carrying him.
His nails massaged in Suho's hair and the older moaned, breaking their kiss. A half-lidded gaze met Sieun's eyes, his lipstick painting Suho's mouth and his cupids bow.
Suho closed the door behind him with finality. A glance over his shoulder told Sieun they had reached the master's bedroom.
His legs slipped from around Suho and he shimmied onto the floor, landing on his feet before promptly falling to his knees. Suho stared down at him with a dark gaze.
He pushed Suho's shirt up, revealing ridges of muscle that Sieun wanted to lick. After leaving a red kiss right below Suho's navel, Sieun poked his tongue out of his mouth and dragged the flat of it over Suho's abdomen, ending with another kiss. Suho released a throaty noise, carding fingers through Sieun's hair as the younger licked over the golden planes of skin, gravitating lower and lower until his tongue was running against Suho's v-line. His hands started unbuttoning Suho's slacks, blinking up at him, their eyes never leaving one another.
"Fuck, Sieun."
Suho's trousers dropped. Sieun parted his lips and slowly trailed his lips down until he was skimming Suho's cock through his boxers. It twitched as his hot breath hit it and he smirked.
His lipstick stained the material as he began mouthing at Suho's erection. Suho watched him tease with dilated eyes.
A moment later, Sieun dragged his tongue over the length, the fibres of the fabric collecting on his tongue.
Suho ground his jaw.
"Are you just going to keep teasing me, sweetheart?"
Raising a brow, Sieun slid his hands up Suho's muscled calves and thighs, hooking under his waistband, replicating the leisurely pace Suho had treated him with earlier.
He pulled the boxers down. Suho's cock slapped against his stomach, glistening with pre-cum and flushed around the head. Sieun shuffled back so he could properly glean it's size.
A sharp inhale interrupted his next breath.
When the last hints of shock faded from his expression, he leaned forward and kitten licked the slit. A salty taste coated his mouth as he swallowed down the pre-cum. Suho's cock twitched.
That was when Sieun moved again, pressing a kiss to the tip before taking it into his mouth and bobbing down. It hit the back of his throat and tears sprung to his eyes. His throat constricted as he attempted to stifle a choke.
"Easy," Suho murmured, brushing a hand through Sieun's hair in a soothing motion.
Sieun closed his eyes as he gave himself over to the feeling of being doted on by Suho.
Saliva pooled in his mouth and wet Suho's cock, making a slick pop when he pulled off. His eyes opened again as he dragged the flat of his tongue from the bottom of Suho's cock to the head. He laved at the slit as his hand stroked down the length.
Suho's mouth pinched at the corners, a heavy breath making his chest deflate.
A smile grew on Sieun's face before he enveloped Suho's cock in the warmth of his mouth, lips stretching around the girth. Suho groaned, hand rubbing down the back of Sieun's head and up again.
His jaw already ached but Sieun slowly took more inches into his mouth, stopping just as it tickled his throat.
Suho was watching his every move with reverence.
Sieun's eyes crinkled with a smile before his cheeks went concave and he sucked Suho's cock.
Pain prickled over his scalp as Suho's fingers tangled, a moan finally drawn from between his lips.
Sieun started bobbing up and down, circling two fingers around the length he could not take in his mouth and offering leisurely strokes.
Pre-cum and drool coupled on his tongue. A tear slipped down his face as he dipped lower, ignoring the discomfort when it persuaded another moan from Suho. His spare hand rested on Suho's toned thighs, nails digging in slightly as he increased his speed, letting the tip scratch the back of his throat now.
"Mmh—"
The hand Suho had wrapped around the doorknob was turning white at the knuckles, punishing the metal instead of Sieun's hair.
Frowning, Sieun retreated and settled for stroking Suho as he stared up at him. The heat in Suho's gaze sent tingles through Sieun and he shivered. He opened his mouth wide and tapped the head of Suho's cock against his tongue, batting his lashes as well.
Suho swore.
Slowly, Sieun rose from his knees, trailing two fingers up Suho's cock as he spotted kisses across his stomach, chest, and onto his shoulders.
Finally, his arms found their home around Suho's neck. Before he spoke, he licked his lips with a deliberate attention. Suho's stare dropped there exactly as Sieun intended.
He tilted his head with an innocent look. "Does hyung want to show me something other than his car now?"
After a pause, Suho laughed, hands landing on Sieun's waist. He half-guided, half-carried him over to the bed.
The mattress was plush and Sieun bounced a little as he was dropped down. It pushed a giggle from him and the sound made Suho smile, throwing his blazer to the side and climbing onto the bed after him.
Sieun got rid of his leather jacket, almost drooling as he watched Suho fold up the sleeves of his white buttoned shirt to his elbows, muscles bulging under the strained fabric.
He began unwinding the fabric from around his neck which caught Suho's attention. The older tongued his cheek as Sieun loosened the scarf and let it float down onto the bed.
When his hands glided down to his trousers, Suho tutted. He replaced Sieun's hands with his own, deftly undoing his trousers for the second time that night and pulling them clean off. The boxers beneath had a few splotches of darkened fabric, some from when he had been grinding on Suho in the car and some from the cum that had escaped from his shaft when Suho was giving him a handjob.
Suho got rid of those too.
His big hands grazed over Sieun's waist up to his chest. The first press of callouses against his nipples through the thin satin of his shirt had Sieun gasping as he slanted off the bed.
"You like that?" Suho asked, voice low.
"Mn, Suho hyung."
Suho smiled before kissing his cheek firmly, moving down to his neck as he pinched one of Sieun's nipples between two fingers. A moan was pushed out of Sieun's mouth, the throb in his temple spreading through his body as Suho's fingers traced slow circles.
"You're really sensitive."
Open-mouthed kisses were planted all over his neck, Suho's hands busy playing with his nipples until Sieun was writhing beneath him. Every press was overstimulating with the brush of fabric, whines unremitting as he lost himself to Suho's touch.
"It's too… Hmn! Too much—"
When Suho finally relieved his swollen nipples with a final flick, his hands gravitated down from Sieun's chest. The graze of his shirt made Sieun shudder with a breathless whimper. The fingers he had tangled in Suho's hair yanked fiercely. It must have been painful but Suho seemed to delight in it.
"Hyungie…"
"Hm?"
Sieun nipped the top of Suho's ear. "Want you inside, please, hyung."
The older stopped moving for a long second. His voice rumbled when he spoke. "Yeah?"
As Sieun squirmed, his cock leaked more pre-cum.
From their first words, he had been playing something of a vixen, enticing Suho with his words, looks, and sneaky touches. But the moment that Suho's hands had captured him with the intention of making true on every promise, any semblance of control Sieun thought he had was stolen from under him.
"Please," he begged.
"Seeing you're asking so politely."
A rattle came from his right. Sieun was about to turn his head when Suho's lips slotted with his. That was all it took to distract him, mind blanking as he plunged his hands into Suho's hair.
When their mouths separated, a string of saliva stretched between them. Suho brushed the side of his face. "Hyung'll give you whatever you want, baby."
Sieun could not fight the grin from his face, arms squeezing around Suho's neck and urging him down for another indecent kiss.
A bottle snapped open and a second later something cold was rubbed around his rim. The gasp he released was breathed into Suho's mouth, who swallowed it down as if it belonged to him.
When the first finger pressed in, Sieun clutched Suho tighter, kisses turning feverish as the finger slowly curled. Realising that he was decidedly lacking the patience to take things slow, Sieun tugged on Suho's bottom lip with his teeth. Suho smirked and angled his head to lick into Sieun's mouth. Sieun quickly forgot what he had been thinking about with Suho's tongue overpowering his senses.
Suho still listened to his request, adding another finger and scissoring them. They were much bigger and reached further inside Sieun than anything he was used to.
He grinded down against them insistently, wanting more. A rumble sounded at the back of Suho's throat as he opened his mouth and let Sieun suck on his tongue. That was when he thrust his fingers in.
A wave crashed through Sieun and he reeled with a moan. His back arched off the bed until he was forced to break the kiss.
Suho's lips rained down on his bared neck up to his jaw and chin.
"Liked that?"
Sieun nodded, rewarded with another thrust and Suho's blinding smile. "You can handle it, can't you, sweetheart?"
Sieun's nod was more frantic this time, eyes shot wide and slightly watery. Suho ran his tongue over his lips at the sight, a man starved. He added another finger, pushing them into Sieun without giving him a second to recover.
Sieun's lips parted with a cry as Suho fucked into him with his fingers, working Sieun open until he was pliant and desperate.
"Hyung!"
His legs kicked out again, nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. It felt like something was digging into his abdomen.
Oh God, he was about to cum for the second time.
"Put it in," he begged, clawing at Suho's back through the shirt. "Suho hyung, put it in, please."
He started mouthing at Suho's jaw, hoping to persuade him to listen. It did not take much because Suho was opening a condom between his teeth not even a second later.
He pressed a chaste kiss to Sieun's mouth, their lips brushing as he said, "You sure you don't want me to stretch you out more first?"
Sieun shook his head. "I can take it. I want to feel the stretch."
Suho's chuckle was more guttural than amused. "Yeah?"
Sieun kissed him with purpose. "Yeah."
"Gonna cry off the rest of your eyeshadow, baby?"
"Depends how hard you fuck me, hyung." The smirk on his face was matched on Suho's after a beat.
"Mmmmm…"
Legs falling open, Sieun batted his lashes. "Please?"
Suho tapped the head of his cock against Sieun's ass. Lube smeared and each time the tip of Suho's cock brushed against his hole, Sieun felt his walls clench around nothing. The anticipation of having Suho inside him was making his stomach twist.
Two of Suho's fingers gently swept his bangs out of his eyes, staring at his forehead with an adoring gaze. Then, his eyes dropped to Sieun's.
"Whatever you want, Sieun-ah."
That was the only warning he gave before his cock breached Sieun's hole with a thrust. The fit was tight, Suho was fucking big and Sieun's walls hugged him, squeezing until it felt as if they were melding together.
Sieun choked like something was being forced out of his throat. He was coming apart at the seams, Suho's cock splitting him open.
Both of them were panting already, breaths entwining in the air as they stared at one another. Sieun inclined his head and Suho slowly inched forward until their lips met again.
His hands landed on Sieun's thighs and pinned them to the bed. Sieun had a second to think before Suho slid out and thrust in again.
The throb at his temple felt like a hammer.
His insides melted around the cock, and it eased further in before his walls hugged him tight again. The hands on his thighs stopped his legs from being able to kick out and Suho's lips curled into a smirk as Sieun's muscles strained uselessly against his hands.
"You're taking it so well, sweetheart. Like your hole was made for me."
Sieun whined as Suho gently distracted him from the cock filling him up by giving him sweet and deep kisses, tongue dragging through his mouth. He reciprocated, tears pricking his eyes. Each small push sent a dizzying rush through him.
Suho's hands slid from his thighs to his waist, stroking the skin as he broke the kiss. Without warning, he snapped his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt.
A cry tore from Sieun's throat and tears started streaking down his face once again.
His heart was beating in his ears like a drum, so loud that everything else was smothered. Despite the cacophony he could hear Suho's hushing, a thumb rubbing the tears off his cheek. A small groan sounded through the haze, Sieun unknowing as to why—Suho, licking at his thumb to appreciate the desperate taste of saltiness he had wrought from Sieun.
But Sieun's eyes were glazed over, mouth open just enough to allow his little croaks to be heard. Unable to indulge in the sight.
"Too much?" Suho asked, caressing his hand lightly in comfort.
Sieun blinked to clear his vision, admiring Suho's face even when pinched with worry. He was noticeably more dishevelled than at the bar, but that air of confidence from before overflowed from him and filled every corner of the room. Even the way he was handling Sieun right now was dripping with a self-possession like he knew that Sieun was feeling good and that he was going to make him feel even better—knowing he had that power and ability, and delighting in it.
Sieun draped his arms over Suho's back, trying to regulate his erratic breathing. "I'm okay. You can move."
That was all it took for Suho to draw out his cock before slamming back in. The whole bed rocked with the force. Sieun was fairly certain his brain did the same in his skull. His body was burning up and he was on track to melt into one pile of putty for Suho's use.
Sweat was soaking through his shirt until it clung to his skin. He squirmed uncomfortably, bottom lip jutting out. "Hyungie, take off my shirt."
Suho's fingers pinched the hem of his shirt and coaxed his arms up so he could pull it off over his head.
"Pretty baby," he cooed now that Sieun was fully exposed.
He pressed two kisses to his puffy nipples. A spasm shot through Sieun's muscles and he tried to twist away with a garbled noise.
Suho withdrew, eyes dragging over him like an art connoisseur who had discovered the central painting to his collection.
His breath caught at the glint of jewellery at Sieun's navel.
"Oh."
He trailed his left hand down to fiddle with the charm between two fingers.
"Fuck."
His thumb pushed against the piercing into his belly button and Sieun thrashed at the foreign feeling. Suho's grip was too tight to allow him the opportunity to get away.
His cock kicked inside Sieun. Sieun's mind blanked.
"Do you want diamonds?"
The question did not register until Suho started to slide out. A discontent sigh pushed from between Sieun's lips, walls contracting as he attempted to trap Suho inside. Suho hissed and buried inside him again. Sieun released a choked-out breath.
"Hm?"
All Sieun could focus on was on the clench of his hole around Suho's thick cock. But Suho wanted an answer, and he was eager to obey. So, with no actual idea of what he was agreeing to, he nodded.
"Good. You'll look perfect in diamonds."
Suho flicked the charm of Sieun's belly button piercing but he did not move yet, still lost in admiration.
The heat that was meant to be alleviated with his shirt being removed only worsened under the scrutiny. Sieun's face was turning incredibly red. He scraped his nails down Suho's back with a coquettish look. Suho bit his bottom lip, his cock twitching in its tight vice.
He pulled out and thrust all the way in, the head of his cock finding Sieun's prostate with ease. An immediate burst of white erupted in Sieun's vision. He sobbed, nails digging into Suho's back with so much force a few of the press-ons popped clean off.
Suho's laughter was faint but somehow Sieun managed to pick up on it over the slapping of their flesh. It made him dizzy.
There was no time for him to adjust to Suho's intended pace. The next second, Suho's cock was pounding into him at a relentless, almost frantic speed. Wave after wave of heady pleasure crashed through him, turning his brain into nothing more than mush.
An onslaught of moans spilled from his lips, which had fallen open and refused to shut again, allowing noises so loud and vulgar to fill the room.
"S- Suho hyung! Hnngh! Oh my fucking God— Ah! S'good!"
Suho grinned.
He was already fucking into Sieun so hard that the bedframe banged against the wall and Sieun was being pushed up the bed. His hand snaked out and braced against the headboard. A desperate measure to prevent his head from hitting it.
A sob scraped against his throat as ecstasy flooded through him, jaw slack and tongue lolling out until drool was slipping down his chin.
He could not feel the tears spilling from his eyes, but his cheeks were wet and he knew he must have cried off the rest of his eyeshadow as Suho had promised earlier. He barely had the clarity to consider how much of a mess he must have looked in Suho's eyes.
His stomach twisted and he clenched as Suho pulled out, who gritted his teeth with a guttural moan. He thrust forward, burying inside as his balls slapped against Sieun's ass.
Sieun was losing his sense of everything but the slide of Suho's cock, the head finding his prostate with every push until he was completely blissed out. The fever beneath his skin was taking him apart.
Suho was taking him apart.
The next push of Suho's cock broke him.
"Mmngh! Hyung! Please, please— Ah! Too-"
Swearing, Suho watched Sieun's expression shift between different states of euphoria. His eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow were smudged everywhere. He did not even look present. Just cock drunk.
"Sieun-ah, baby," Suho murmured, leaning down to kiss him out of his headspace.
It took a little while for Sieun to start kissing him back, letting out pathetic mewls that caused Suho's cock to kick inside him.
His head was hazy, only faintly aware Suho was kissing him, engrossed in the cock rocking in and out of him, moving a little slower now to let him come down.
He whined, trying to grind down on Suho's next thrust. "Harder, p- please, hyungie—"
Suho whistled, low and appreciate. "You like that? Getting fucked until you can't think properly?"
A sob spilled from Sieun's lips as he nodded frantically. He nuzzled against Suho's face, unwittingly rubbing his makeup all over him. "Yes, yes, Suho hyung— Hah… you're fucking me stupid— Aah! So good—"
That was all it took for Suho to oblige and pick up the pace again, ramming into Sieun with the same force that had him fucking gone. Every time Suho's cock filled him so completely, his eyes would roll back as he arched off the bed. He could not even think.
Sparks alighted through him and he could feel something swell in his stomach, contorting as it neared the peak.
"H- hyung!"
Another nail popped off. Suho hissed.
"I'm about to—"
A hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking, matching the rhythm of each brutal thrust. Sieun bucked his whole body as his abdomen twisted into more knots.
"Gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart? Mmn… Hyung wants to see you cum," Suho said.
"F- fuck, hyungie— Hmn! It's too— Nngh!"
Sieun's head snapped back as the pressure burst inside him, his vision fading to black. The moan that was punched out of him bordered on a scream. Cum spurted onto his abdomen in thick ropes. He twitched on the bed and drool pooled on the mattress beside his mouth, his eyes completely glazed over. Makeup smeared over his cheeks.
Suho's orgasm hit him at the sight, slowly rocking into Sieun as he released a string of moans, admiring Sieun in his blissed out state and only prolonging his release.
Unconscious mewls were falling from Sieun's lips. Suho stopped moving but stayed nestled inside as Sieun's walls continued to contract with every heave of his chest.
"You with me?" Suho asked, planting feather-light kisses over Sieun's face, up to his temple, and onto his forehead.
It took three firm smacks of his lips against the crease of Sieun's brow before a giggle burst from the younger. Suho retreated, met with a sort of daydream-like expression on Sieun's face.
Sieun felt untethered, floating outside his body.
He could faintly hear Suho talking to him, moving around him, touching him, but his mind was a whirr of statics, unable to actually process it. Something like elation was thrumming through his veins. It was like being on a cloud, just drifting.
Arms gently wrapped around him and Sieun cuddled into Suho's chest as he was lifted from the bed, which coaxed another giggle from him. Suho exhaled an amusement sound as he brushed another kiss to Sieun's temple.
Warm water lapped at his skin as he was submerged and Sieun sighed, eyes closing. Nothing but fuzziness could be found in every recess of his mind.
Slowly, he came back to himself.
The next time he opened his eyes, he was still in the bath. A hard chest was pressed against his back and he tilted his head, blinking away the haze that coated his vision.
Suho smiled down at him, a hand rubbing up his side. "Hi there."
"What…" Glancing down at the bath, Sieun frowned. "I remember you carrying me?"
He was tugged closer. "I might've been a bit too much," Suho murmured, stroking his stomach. "I'm sorry, baby."
Sieun shook his head. "No, I liked it."
"Mm." A kiss to his cheek. "I know you did. You were amazing."
Sieun blushed. "Hyung, has anyone told you you're a bit of a flirt?"
There was a shocked silence followed by Suho's laugh. "No, they haven't, surprisingly. Why don't you tell me, Sieun-ah? Has hyung seduced you?"
Cheeks blooming a bright shade of red, Sieun nodded.
Suho's arms encircled him, keeping him trapped tight against his body. "Let me take responsibility then." He paused before kissing Sieun's cheek again. "I'll spoil you."
Sieun turned his head, meeting Suho's eyes.
The older leaned back against the bathtub, pushing a hand through his wet hair.
"You're so pretty, Sieun-ah. Since I saw you at the restaurant, I kept looking at you. Then I had the luck of being one seat away from where you chose to sit after being stood up."
Sieun's breath caught in his chest.
"What?"
"I was about to go over to you," Suho said with a shrug. "But you came to me instead."
He thumbed at Sieun's cheek, a smile growing on his face.
Sieun bit his bottom lip which prompted Suho to drag him closer again.
"Hm?"
Caged between Suho's legs, aching and exhausted as the last tendrils of pleasure dissipated, Sieun got the feeling he would never want to be anywhere but there ever again.
"You'll spoil me?" he said, looking at Suho.
Lips twitching, Suho dipped his head until their faces were inches apart. "With anything you want and more. I want to spoil you so badly, sweetheart."
Sieun beamed.
Their lips met in a soft kiss, and Sieun brushed his hand against the side of Suho's face.
They continued kissing each other for the rest of the bath, squeezing in a sentence or two between but always gravitating back towards the other's lips.
When they got out of the bath, Suho towelled him off and dried his hair, more than content—eager even—to coddle Sieun, especially with him still a little dazed.
He dressed him in pyjamas before sweeping him off his feet and carrying him around the house to give him that tour they had been too occupied to do earlier.
Eventually, they retired back into the bedroom, where Sieun threw his arms and legs over Suho. Suho held him close, hands sneaking under his shirt to splay against his back.
Never in Sieun's life had he ever felt so thankful to be stood up by someone he really could not care about. He made a mental note to get Taeoh a gift or something. Maybe with Suho's card, just to really drive the point home.
He giggled at the thought. Suho nuzzled into his neck, asking what was so funny.
Sieun did not share his thoughts, just running his nails—his actual ones as all his press-ons had broken off against Suho's back—through Suho's hair. Suho repeated his question and Sieun hummed but did not answer, hugging Suho tighter.
Already acting a little spoiled just from one night together.