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Light pours from the window, casting a heat against Sieun's face. He shifts a little, eyes peeling wide when his leg knocks into the frame beside him.
Allowing his eyes to adjust to the light, Sieun keens with excitement. Suho laid with an arm thrown over Sieun's center; Quiet, slow breathing fans against Sieun's chest. Sieun stares for a while, irreplicable feeling tripping up his throat. Sieun watches the way Suho's eyelids flutter in his sleep, heat dusting over his face.
Suho had been discharged from the hospital last night and Sieun was still half convinced he was dreaming. Sieun spent six months sleeping alone, barely functioning and daydreaming about the moment Suho would be back in their bed. Now that his dreams had become reality, Sieun almost couldn't convince himself that Suho wasn't a figment of his maladaptive daydreams.
Suho squirms a bit, the arm around Sieun's center pulling him closer. Sieun falls lax and leans into it, his face sitting inches away from Suho's.
"Good morning baby," Suho mumbles, hand thrumming gently against Sieun's spine.
"Good morning." Sieun offers weakly, pressing a soft kiss into the corner of Suho's mouth.
"We have to eat, jagi." Suho yawns halfway through the declaration, nosing lazily into the column of Sieun's neck. "I've been dying to have a meal that wasn't fed to me through a tube."
Sieun smiles slightly— his blood warming several degrees when Suho's tongue pokes out and drags up his jugular. Sieun inhales shakily, heat sparking inside of his stomach.
"What do you want to eat, Suho-yah?" Sieun finally asks, fingers dancing into the back of Suho's hair.
"I've been craving seaweed soup," Suho's canines scrape against Sieun's spit damp skin as he speaks, "And a tall glass of peach soju."
"For breakfast?" Sieun giggles, a shiver cascading down his spine when Suho's teeth bite into his neck.
"I had the same meal three times a day in the hospital Sieun-ah." Suho groans, tongue rolling over the area he'd just bit. "Please?"
"Yeah. Okay." Sieun agrees absentmindedly, brain liquid from Suho's repeated licks and bites into his sensitive skin. "We can do that."
"Mmm, there's my sweet yeobo. The one that I remember so well." Suho hums, breath sweet and warm against Sieun's spit damp throat.
Sieun whines as Suho's hand sweeps over the small of his back to land on his ass, harshly groping at the flesh. Sieun couldn't shy away from Suho like this, even if he wanted to. Suho's touch sears into Sieun, leaving pins and needles in its wake. Any words that Sieun had prepared to say escape through his deep sigh. Sieun was so content here, beneath Suho's calloused fingertips.
Sieun breathes heavy, but it's deliberate and calculated when he pulls away from Suho's iron grip.
"Yah, what's wrong?" Suho pouts, his bottom lip jut out playfully. "Did you grow tired of my touches already, jagi?"
"No." Sieun scoffs, rolling over in an attempt to get up, only to be pulled back by the hem of his t-shirt.
His back hits flush against Suho's front, Suho's face settling into the crook of Sieun's neck, breath hot and rolling over Sieun's trapezius. Suho's hands scape Sieun's front, thumb flicking over Sieun's nipple through cotton fabric.
"I love you, Sieun-ah," Suho kisses across Sieun's shoulder. "I missed you."
"I love you, too." Sieun sighs, back curving to sit comfortably against Suho. "I'll order our food."
"Not yet," Suho squeezes Sieun tighter, delivering the same repetitive love bites over Sieun's shoulder. "Jus' lay with me, yeah? I want to touch you."
Sieun wants to touch Suho. It's all that he craved for six months.
The truth is, Sieun was nervous. He'd spent so long alone that he wasn't familiar with intimacy anymore. The thought of Suho undressing him made him shiver, and his skin crawled with uncertainty when Suho's fingertips slipped beneath the hem of his t-shirt.
Sieun attempts again to wriggle from Suho's grasp. The humidity in the room consumes Sieun, sweat forming across his hairline. Sieun's eyes glaze when he turns to look at Suho — Suho's lips still jut into a pout and reddened from their time spent against Sieun's neck.
"Sieun-ah," Suho calls Sieun so sweetly that it makes Sieun's heart stutter a little in his chest. "You've never pulled away from me before, what changed jagi?"
"Nothing." Sieun lies, the heat of fear rolling over his back.
Suho's hand slides over the skin of Sieun's hip, pulling Sieun impossibly closer into his chest. Sieun winces, his face burning a bright red as he hides it in his hands. Suho's hand slips further up Sieun's stomach, fingertips rubbing over the bones of Sieun's ribcage.
"Stop, Suho." Sieun sniffles, yanking himself forward. "Stop touching me like that."
"Like what?" Suho mulls, his tone bordering too serious for Sieun's liking. "I've always touched you this way. Do you not like it anymore?"
"No." Sieun snaps, his body curving away from Suho. "It's just different."
"Different?" Suho scoffs, hands still firm where they sat against Sieun. "How?"
Sieun mumbles incoherently, embarrassment filling him as he shifts against Suho again.
"What?" Suho prods, leaning away from Sieun so he that can speak clearly.
"It's been so long since we've touched each other that way." Sieun can't help but frown, tears settling along his lash line.
"And? Are you scared that I'm not attracted to you anymore or something?" Suho chuckles, yanking Sieun flush against him for the umpteenth time.
"I don't know, maybe." Sieun says quietly, his voice drawling.
"Sieun-ah," Suho presses his mouth against the top of Sieun's head, hands finding Sieun's sternum. "The only thing I thought of was you."
"I know you want to have sex." Sieun deflects Suho's sincerity.
"Yeah, I do. Do you want to have sex?" Suho nudges Sieun's legs open with his thigh.
"Yes." Sieun answers quickly, shying away from Suho a bit. "I'm just nervous, Suho-yah," he admits, finally broaching the feelings head on.
"Oh, jagi," Suho lowers his voice an octave, a tone familiar to Sieun. "We don't have to have sex if you're not ready."
"No. I'm ready." Sieun huffs, stifling off an eyeroll. "Don't make me feel like a virgin again, Suho-yah."
"Just trying to help." Suho giggles, his nose against Sieun's cheek.
"It's better when you're quiet." Sieun turns his head, tongue poking out to roll over Suho's bottom lip.
Sieun hesitates for a hairsbreadth before finally capturing Suho's mouth in a wet, open mouthed kiss. Sieun can feel Suho smile wickedly against his lips, Suho's tongue sliding across his front teeth. Sieun maneuvers his body, his chest pressing into Suho's.
Sieun pushes Suho softly until he's sitting back against the headboard, from here Sieun slowly hoists himself into Suho's lap.
The moments between are a little bit blurred to Sieun, later finding his body weight sat comfortably pressed into Suho's lap. The position definitely not appropriate for Suho's healing body but, Sieun can't find it within himself to care. Sieun's hips roll gently against Suho's lap, nothing too strenuous.
"Sieun-ah," Suho slurs between kisses, hands twisting into the back of Sieun's hair. "You're just as good as I remember."
"Shut up, Suho," Sieun smiles, kissing over the corner of Suho's mouth, nibbling at the bone of his jaw.
Sieun's hips roll monotonously against Suho, his ego swelling in his chest just a smidge when he feels the beginnings of Suho's erection. Sieun's hand slips between their bodies, tripping beneath the fabric of Suho's shirt. Sieun chokes out a quiet moan when his fingers roll over the muscles of Suho's stomach, definition just as prominent as before.
Suho's hands squeeze meanly as they find their place over Sieun's ass. Sieun melts into the touch, senses putty in Suho's hands. Sieun's mouth scapes Suho's neck, licking ferociously over his jugular and sucking a bruise into the dampened skin. Sieun rocks his hips with a bit more intention, his cunt throbbing against the cotton of his underwear.
Sieun muses, debating his next move absentmindedly. After a beat, he peels himself away to look over Suho's glazed expression— his lips puffy and wet. Sieun slides his hands over his shirt, dipping beneath the hem and slowly rucking his shirt up his chest. Sieun knows Suho likes a show so he takes his time with slow, syrupy movements.
"Sieun-ah," Suho whines, his expression ridden with despair. "Let me see, please jagiya,"
Sieun gives his hips a particularly sharp thrust, a tantalizing heat wracking through Suho. Sieun rolls down into Suho's lap for a moment, unerring in his movements. Suho beams, hands slipping up Sieun's sides. Sieun leans into the warmth of Suho's palms, fervor broiling inside of his stomach— taking place of the precursor of nerves that swirled through his veins.
Suho leans forward a hair, his mouth centimeters away from Sieun's collar. Suho watches in a trance when Sieun slips his shirt up and over his head. Sieun whines, pressing his chest forward into Suho's lips.
Sieun's body is on fire, his head falls back in pleasure when Suho's teeth graze his skin. Sieun's muscles go taut when Suho's thumbs rub over the thick, jagged scars beneath his nipples. Sieun shys away from the touch, a twinge of fear tripping up his throat.
The new flesh that healed in the wake of the lacerations was pink and shiny against Sieun's honeyed skin. Suho pulls Sieun back into his embrace, disregarding Sieun's obvious disdain with the display of his scars.
"Suho-yah," Sieun whispers, his voice weak and throaty. "You still don't find them ugly? After all of this time?"
"Sieun-ah," Suho licks down the center line of Sieun's sternum. "Don't be ridiculous. I think you're gorgeous. All of you."
"Yeah?" Sieun feels his clit throb against Suho, rubbing his hips in a languid circle. "I thought of you so much Suho-yah,"
"Prove it." Suho bites, rocking his hips upward into Sieun's movements.
Sieun groans, his mouth slotting messily against Suho's. Sieun finds his hands over the muscles of Suho's back, offering hints of his blunt nails into the skin. Sieun shivers when Suho lifts them together, maneuvering their weights and lying Sieun flat onto his back.
Hovering over him, Suho mouths over Sieun's chest and finds his way down over Sieun's stomach. Sieun shivers at the sensations cascading through his skin, his fingers twisting into Suho's hair. Sieun tugs gently— Suho smiles at Sieun's mannerisms being the same, even after all this time. Suho's mouth licks over the curvature of Sieun's hip, teeth pulling at the band of his briefs.
"Can hyung put his mouth on you?" Suho teases, his breath hot and soft against Sieun's skin.
"Fuck," Sieun's legs fall lax, his muscles liquidating at every press of Suho's lips against him. "Yes, please,"
"You're still so insatiable after all of these months?" Suho dips beneath the elastic, hoisting Sieun's hips off of the mattress and freeing him from the cotton fabric.
"Look at you," Suho almost gasps, "You're so wet for me, jagi."
"'M always wet for you," Sieun slurs, pushing his hips down.
Suho knows Sieun's inflection too well— the incoherence of Sieun's words beautifully showcasing the blissed out state of his mind, any sound thoughts turned to mush and melting out of Sieun's ears.
"Yeah?" Suho offers a finger against Sieun's cunt, sliding up the slit and breaching his folds.
"Mmm," Sieun nods, his legs kick out in pleasure while Suho leisurely plays with him. "More, Suho-yah,"
Suho clicks his tongue, his finger dipping inside of Sieun's wet warmth. Suho feels around Sieun's insides— the slimy, throbbing muscles felt amazing around his fingertips. Suho had been fantasizing about the feeling since the moment he stepped through the door of their apartment last night.
"Patience, baby," Suho hushes, placing his empty hand flat against the pudge of Sieun's stomach. "I waited six months for this, for you."
Sieun whimpers, voice cracking. Pressing his hips down, he fucks himself a little weakly against Suho's finger. Suho finally sinks past the tight rings of muscle to feel inside Sieun's hole. Suho's mouth moves to favor the plush skin of Sieun's thighs, nibbling gently at the scorching skin.
Sieun's hand still grips firmly at Suho's hair, attempting (and failing) to move Suho's mouth against him. Sieun's tense where he rests against the mattress, fluttering around Suho's finger. Icy anticipation climbs up his spine when Suho fucks a second finger into him, spreading them wide and yanking a moan from Sieun's chest.
"Sound so pretty," Suho coos, fingers scissoring Sieun open meanly. "Music to my ears, baby."
Drool spills from the corner of Sieun's mouth, his eyes fluttering closed feeling Suho's fingers curl meanly against Sieun's walls. Suho is walking on a live wire, the tips of his fingers barely brushing against the spongy bundle of nerves that sat so deep within Sieun.
"Please, hyung," Sieun's voice is throaty when he begs, tugging infinitesimally harder at Suho's hair. "I need your mouth. 'S not enough."
"Shh, baby," Suho hushes, pressing his palm firmer against Sieun's stomach. "I'm trying to listen to your body."
Sieun grunts, disregarding what he deemed to be nonsense and shoving himself down harsher onto Suho's fingers.
Suho stills Sieun's sporadic moment, his hand iron against Sieun's stomach. Suho begins to tease, pressing a kiss into Sieun's mound, over the fold where his cunt met his thigh, just above his clit— anywhere he could get his mouth that wasn't Sieun's pussy.
Sieun's body quivers, a mess of precum spilling from his hole and streaming over the backs of Suho's knuckles. Sieun's vision goes white when Suho spits on his cunt, a delectable obscenity playing out before Sieun as Suho moves to lick the spit back up into his mouth. Chagrined with Suho's hesitation, Sieun musters the little amount of strength left in his limbs and finally slots Suho's mouth against his clit.
Sieun's eyes scrape his skull, breath catching a little feeling Suho suck meanly over his clit. Like this, Sieun is floating. The feeling irreplicable, something he craved for months. Heat fans through Suho's core, the earthy flavor of Sieun washing over his tastebuds and spilling down his throat.
Sieun's legs lock around Suho's shoulders, thighs plush over Suho's ears. In this moment, there isn't a place Suho would rather be. The heaviness of Sieun's thighs against his shoulders felt so good, the taste of Sieun on his lips intensifying with each lewd suck.
Sieun slurs through a lieu of pleas, thighs spasming around Suho. Suho's mouth slips further down Sieun's pussy, licking into his hole. Sieun is captivated in the feeling, heat curling up his back and kissing the iciness that swam through his nerves. Suho stretches Sieun's hole just enough to make the muscles burn, Sieun's back arching off of the mattress.
Suho feels every ounce of blood inside of him rush to his cock, his erection bordering uncomfortable— but, he wouldn't move, not when Sieun was soaking wet and leaking against his mouth. In favor of keeping his mouth on Sieun's cunt, he ruts his hips pathetically into the mattress. Pleasure is spilling from every orifice of Sieun's body, his orgasm cresting.
"Suho-yah," Sieun murmurs, clit throbbing against Suho's mouth. "I'm g'na come— please."
Suho moans into Sieun's pussy, tongue sliding around haphazardly trying so desperately to push Sieun over the edge. Sieun takes a desperate inhale, the feeling of his orgasm washing over him— though, it was more than just an orgasm, Sieun knew he was going to gush all over Suho — the feeling in his gut too tight and hot.
Suho gasps when he finally pulls away, face inches from Sieun. Sieun's cunt squelches when it sprays over him, Suho's face covered in whatever liquids Sieuns body could push out. Sieun drawls a long, broken moan, hands grasping at anything they could reach.
"Holy fuck, Sieun-ah," Suho giggles, thumbing gently at Sieun's pulsing clit. "You just, like, squirted all over me."
Sieun's chest is heaving when his eyes flick down to examine Suho's face. "Don't embarrass me, Suho."
"I'm not." Suho kisses gently over Sieun's thigh, licking over the bite marks he'd left. "That was hot as fuck."
"Six months of celibacy will do that, I guess." Sieun shrugs, biting down awkwardly on his bottom lip.
Suho moves to sit back on his heels, giving Sieun a hungry once over. Sieun is a puddle against the wet sheets, eyes hooded and blown. Suho's shirt is damp when he pulls it over his head. Sieun watches Suho finish undressing, sliding his sweats and boxers over his hips in one swift motion. Sieun's mouth waters a little, eyeing Suho's cock where it thumps against his stomach.
Sieun could perfectly recall all of the dreams he'd had like this— Suho naked and leaking before him, willing to give up everything to be inside of him.
"Can hyung fuck you?" Suho nudges Sieun's legs open a little wider with his knee.
"Yeah. Please," Sieun mulls weakly, cunt still throbbing and sopping wet. "Give it to me, Suho-yah,"
Suho doesn't hesitate, throwing Sieun's thighs over his own where he settles between Sieun's legs. Sieun stares intently, watching Suho spit into his palm and wrap his hand around his cock.
Suho gives himself a few generous pumps, digging his thumb into the slit of his cock. Sieun can't help but whine, watching his boyfriend pleasure himself almost tantamount to another orgasm.
"Fuck, hyung," Sieun winces. "You're such a tease."
Suho doesn't say anything, nodding when his head falls back in pleasure. Sieun eyes the pumping veins pulsing through Suho's hand, anticipation and desire climbing through him all over again. Suho lazily strokes his cock for a while, his wrist growing inflamed from the repetitive movements.
Sieun locks when Suho's cock drags across his cunt, velvety tip just barely spreading his lips. Sieun's hands find Suho's, moving them to rest over his hip bones. Suho giggles lowly, pleasure resolute in his blown pupils. Slowly pushing his hips forward, he feeds his cock inch by inch into Sieun's cunt. Sieun feels every fiber in his muscles break as Suho gets deeper, his head just slightly kissing his sweet spot.
"You feel so good, jagi," Suho whispers, his thumbs rubbing intentional crescents into Sieun's hips.
Sieun shifts, adjusting to the new intrusion. A new found satiation fills his chest; The sensation he'd been craving for six months finally satisfied with his boyfriends cock. Suho buries himself to the hilt, his hips flush with Sieun's ass. Sieun's toes curl when Suho shifts, the head of his cock grazing his nerves.
"Feel good?" Suho asks, gaze heavy over Sieun.
"So good." Sieun replies, blush blazing over his chest and dancing up his throat.
Suho juts his hips forward, only to tease. Sieun arches into the movement, his body begging Suho to move— to fuck into him.
"Move." Sieun whines, his ankles locking behind Suho.
"Barking orders now?" Suho sweeps his hands over Sieun's sides.
"Fucking— move Suho," Sieun orders through grit teeth, heels digging into the small of Suho's back.
Suho smiles a little at Sieun's attempt to be intimidating. He listens though, moving his hips with a mean thrust into Sieun's cunt. Suho reels in the way Sieun cries out, his eyes squeezing shut with pleasure and undoubtedly some overstimulation.
Suho keels over, hands planting on either side of Sieun's torso. His hips begin to pick up a steady pace, rolling into Sieun with ferocity and desire. Sieun melts into it, his hole fluttering around Suho's cock. Sieun babbles out a string of incoherences, praising Suho for how amazing he feels.
Suho's gut simmers at the way Sieun swallows him up, they fit so perfectly together it makes Suho dizzy. Waves of pleasure blaze through Suho's blood, fanning straight to his cock. Sinuously rocking into Sieun's tight heat, Suho feels his own orgasm build inside of his stomach.
Seconds meld into minutes and Sieun loses all concepts of time, too focused on Suho, his next orgasm.
"Taking me so good," Suho praises, one of his hands falling flat against Sieun's chest.
"Yeah." Sieun chokes out around the saliva pooling in the back of his throat. "Harder."
Suho can't do anything other than listen now, bucking into Sieun with all of his strength. Sieun tenses and relaxes cyclically, Suho's cock curving so deliciously inside of him; Sieun can feel every every vein that protrudes and throbs through Suho's dick. Suho pushes his body forward, positioning himself so that he can capture Sieun's lips in a wet, open mouthed kiss. Drool slips between their mouths, dripping down Sieun's chin.
Sieun can feel his orgasm creeping close, legs an awkward hot and growing numb. The inflamed knot inside of his stomach threatening to come loose and spill over Suho again. The two makeout for a while, mouths bruised and swollen by the time Suho pulls back. Suho's hand slips down Sieun's torso, tiptoeing over his mound and reaching to poke at Sieun's clit.
"Oh my God," Sieun chokes out, jaw falling lax, "Suho-yah,"
Suho lets a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth, pressing down hard into Sieun's clit with the pad of his thumb. Suho's thrusts border sporadic now, his own orgasm so fucking close. Part of Suho is so giddy, feeling Sieun rush through every inch of him after so long made something inside of him jump. The other part though, is so desperate to pump Sieun full of come.
Sieun makes mindless noises of pleasure at Suho's movements, the way they grow meaner and less calculated.
"Gonna come again for hyung?" Suho prods. He knows the answer, he can feel it in the way Sieun's cunt pulses. "Gonna make me all messy again, baby?"
"Yeah." Sieun bites his tongue, "Fuck, yes."
Suho feels the familiar clench of Sieun's hole. He knew Sieun was going to come, his skin blotched with red goosebumps. Suho angles his hips, thrusting with every ounce of strength he had left. His balls smack meanly against Sieun's perineum and heat licks up Suho's back.
"Hyunghyunghyung—" Sieun mumbles in a hymn, cunt so tight Suho's almost suffocating in it. "I'm— fuck, I'm coming hyung."
Suho groans, the feeling of Sieun coming on his dick was one he could never describe— The heat that washes over the head of his cock and spills over the shaft signals. Suho's hips continue to rock into Sieun, his orgasm dangerously close, he can taste the saltiness in the back of his throat.
"Come in me, Suho," Sieun pouts, a tear finding its way down Sieun's cheek. "Want it so bad."
The request is all that it takes to open Suho's floodgates, his cock twitching where it was buried deep inside of Sieun. And God, Sieun swears for a second he can feel Suho in his guts. Suho's cock weeps boiling ropes of white into Sieun's womb, filling him to the brim with every last drop. Sieun wiggles his hips slightly, giving Suho his teasing back tenfold.
"Fuck, Sieun," Suho pants after a while, "You're unbelievable."
"As unbelievable as you remember?" Sieun smiles blearily, lifting his arm from the mattress to push Suho's bangs aside.
"Even more unbelievable." Suho falls over Sieun, his cock beginning to soften inside of him.
The pair laid in tangled silence, pants of exhaustion filling the room. Suho's weight makes it hard to breathe but, Sieun doesn't care, he'd waited so long to feel Suho that he'd suffocate before asking him to move.
Sieun grows inexplicably satisfied with the feeling of being so stuffed full of Suho in every aspect. The sensation of Suho's cock softening inside of him made Sieun's heart skip a few beats.
"I missed you," Sieun offers, his nails scratching into the back of Suho's hair.
"The nurse told me you visited every day." Suho chuckles, his breath hot against Sieun's throat.
"I did." Sieun affirms, "You never— you never responded to me though."
"Yeah? It's kind of hard to respond when you're in a coma." Suho retorts, "But, I always felt it when you held my hand."
"Yah, Suho don't make me cry when I'm full of come." Sieun thumps the back of Suho's head. "We can discuss it over breakfast— or brunch now."
"Seaweed soup and peach soju?" Suho asks, hopeful.
"Since you're dead set on it, I guess." Sieun reluctantly agrees.
"Aish, you haven't changed a bit." Suho pecks Sieun on the cheek.
"Neither have you."