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Kim Seungmin, notoriously, has never been good at getting sleep.
It started all the way in kindergarten, when he refused to nap whenever the other children did, fearful of being awoken by unprecedented circumstances. Then, in school, he dodged sleep in favour of studying, pestered and pressured to be the number one. That carried over into Seungmin’s work and personal life, holding true until today and resulting in yet another sleepless night.
It’s unfortunate that his boyfriend sleeps long and well, to the point where not even a comet would be able to wake him up.
And, to Seungmin’s dismay, he’s horny beyond belief. It’s not his fault he was scrolling through old photos on his phone and found a picture of his boyfriend shirtless at one of Changbin’s and Hyunjin’s pool parties, grinning up at the camera.
For a while, Seungmin considers not doing anything about it. He can just lie here and wait for it to go away—that means less of a mess, and it ensures that he won’t have to take another shower before work tomorrow.
But then he thinks... a cold shower doesn’t sound too bad. Just to make his boner go down.
Then, the thought of a cold shower shifts to considering getting himself off quickly, and that thought is conquered by another : I have a boyfriend, why would I need to masturbate when he’s right next to me?
Well. The answer is easy. His boyfriend sleeps like a rock.
But maybe if he tries to wake him up...
Seungmin comes up with five ideas, all of which fail:
- Gently whisper, “Caterpillar, wake up.”
- Shake him awake.
- Splash his face with cold water. This one does elicit a reaction, however Jeongin only grumbles and turns over.
- Threaten to destroy his PS5 and delete his Fortnite account. Here, Jeongin flinches but shows no other response.
- Play the obnoxious alarm Jeongin hates so much. He does not budge.
Well. Well.
There is another tactic Seungmin originally didn’t want to fall back on, simply because he isn’t too sure about it, but... it’s worth a try, right?
A while ago, sharing red wine over the dinner table resulted in the two of them spilling their sexual interests to each other, cheeks matching the colour of the wine. During that night, Jeongin mentioned a particular kink. By the end of it, he was basically begging Seungmin to try it with him, and when the elder asked him about it in the morning, Jeongin confirmed his drunk words with great enthusiasm.
“Wanna try it with you, hyung,” he’d said.
Somnophilia—it’s not that Seungmin isn’t enthralled by the idea. He just couldn’t reason seeing his sleeping boyfriend next to him and fucking him silly until he’d wake up.
The boner isn’t going anywhere, though. Neither is Jeongin, so...
Seungmin grabs the lube from their nightstand and coats his fingers in it, hesitating slightly after pulling the blanket off his boyfriend, who’s dressed in nothing but his cute grey boxers.
Shit.
Yeah, he definitely isn’t able to hold himself back any longer. He rips the boxers off like a beast trying to get to the tastiest part, and immediately shoves a finger inside his boyfriend’s arse.
While Jeongin mostly tops, it’s not unusual for them to switch, and so Seungmin is familiar with his body and what makes him tick. One finger is enough to get Jeongin squeamish, two make him shake, and three are enough to make him sob sometimes. Seungmin’s dick? That’s another story.
Seungmin coos at the sound his boyfriend lets out, the sleepy little whimper, and quickly moves on to two, then three fingers. Impressively, Jeongin stays asleep, even though his body rocks against the fingers by itself.
In all honesty, Seungmin never cared much about sex. It was always pretty good—but that was it. Good. Comfortable. Nothing mind-blowing.
Sex with Jeongin, however? With his boyfriend, whom he’s been with for almost a year now? God, Seungmin can’t even begin to describe it. He never knew it could feel like this, like pleasure licks up his spine every time they so much as look at each other. He also never knew that slicking up his dick and pressing it into his sleeping boyfriend would fill him with such an adrenaline rush.
It’s a rather disorientating way to wake up, having a dick up your arse.
Jeongin’s first conclusion to the pressure in his rim is that he’s shitting the bed. This is quickly soothed by the recognition that something is being pushed in, rather than out, so he settles back down.
And then he realises that something is being pushed inside his arse and, seemingly just as he comes to this realisation, a wave of pleasure makes his body tremble. Hello, prostate.
Considering that aside from one person, nobody—including Jeongin himself—has ever bothered or managed to find his prostate before, he knows exactly who it is.
Eyes still closed and battling with himself to stay awake, Jeongin’s hand flops around the covers until it meets another, which he holds.
“Ah, Kim Sexy,” he mumbles, pushing his arse back for a better angle, relishing in the small tingles he gets as his cock brushes along the sheets. “G’mornin’.”
“It’s three am,” Seungmin whispers against his ear before taking it in between his lips, nibbling slightly at it. He lets out a breathless moan when his hips slam back inside Jeongin. “So more like goodnight.”
“Could—Could you not sl— fuck, fuck that—that’s—“ Jeongin effectively cuts himself off, biting his lip. Even after a year, he’s still not very good at being vocal in bed, keeping to whispers and whimpers, as well as quiet moans and groans. What he lacks in vocal encouragement he shows in his body, though, rocking his hips back to meet Seungmin’s and squeezing the other’s hand tightly at all the sensations.
“That’s?” Seungmin prompts, always eager to get more than a few words out of his boyfriend.
“Good, s’good, fuck, Seungmin!”
Seungmin smirks. Exactly what he wanted to hear.
He keeps going, thrusting in and out of Jeongin at a rather relentless pace considering the time, until there is that familiar burn in his toes, slithering up his body without warning.
The sound of the bed creaking comes to a halt. Seungmin stills, pulling out of Jeongin.
The younger twists his neck to look over his shoulder, a frown befalling his features. “W-Why did you stop?”
Now that Seungmin is finally taking care of the bane of his existence, his boner, his tone shifts into something more pleased. “You haven’t done anything. It occurred to me halfway through; you don’t deserve it yet.”
Ah. Makes sense. Of course his boyfriend would fuck him awake and then tell him that he doesn’t deserve to cum yet.
“Then what—what do you want me to do?”
Seungmin laughs. “Do you always need to be told what to do?”
“I’ve just woken up! It’s hard to take the initiative at three am,” Jeongin argues.
“Do you want to get fucked or not?”
“Yes, hyung!” A grin appears on Jeongin’s lips, innocent and pure, as if he would never even consider doing any wrong.
“Then put your brain to work.”
Jeongin obeys, getting up to put his hands on Seungmin’s shoulders to move him to the pillow end. Luckily for him, Seungmin obliges and sits with his back against the headboard.
Flattening himself to the bed, Jeongin presses a few sweet kisses to Seungmin’s cock, then dips his tongue between his cheeks and laves over his rim. He looks up as he does to confirm he made the right choice.
Seungmin seems to approve—if not by his furrowed eyebrows and tilted back head, then by the small gasps escaping him that he tries to quell by digging his teeth into his bottom lip.
Unfortunately—or fortunately—for him, Jeongin’s performance in bed has improved significantly since the first time they had sex, and soon Seungmin is unable to keep the moans in, his hips rutting against his boyfriend’s face.
Jeongin takes it all in his stride, wrapping his arms underneath his boyfriend’s thighs and pulling him closer. Seungmin’s told him how good he is with his tongue, Jeongin takes pride in how much he’s developed since they started dating.
Pulling away for a breath, he asks, “S’this good enough, hyung?”
“No,” Seungmin says, his voice, however, betraying him. He takes a shuddered breath. “T-Try harder.”
Fine. He’ll try harder.
Jeongin slides his knees underneath himself and wraps his arms around Seungmin’s waist, Seungmin’s legs sitting over his shoulders. He tightens his grip and pushes up so he’s kneeling, pulling Seungmin’s lower back against his stomach so the other is resting on his upper back and shoulders with his elbows stabilising him. Satisfied with the new position, Jeongin shoves his tongue deeper, ravaging him like a wild animal devouring meat.
Shit, Jeongin’s gotten way too good at this.
Soon enough, Seungmin can’t stop his legs from shaking and his moans from tumbling from his lips, his boyfriend reducing him to a brainless mess, and he’s close to tipping over the edge again—
Stop. He can’t give Jeongin that satisfaction yet.
“I-Is that all you’ve got? That’s r-rather pathetic, if you ask me.”
Pathetic? Okay. Sure.
Jeongin lowers Seungmin back to the bed so he can reach down and poke two fingers into Seungmin’s lips. “Suck, hyung.”
Seungmin glares at him, but he takes the fingers into his mouth.
It’s a weird feeling, having someone suck on his fingers—Jeongin’s never had the courage to command his hyung to suck them before—but he kind of enjoys it. How could he not, when Seungmin stares at him like that—as if he can see right through him, dark desire clouding his eyes?
When he thinks they’re wet enough, he brings them to Seungmin’s rim and teases one in alongside his tongue.
Jesus. Ever since Jeongin figured out how to find Seungmin’s prostate, he’s been fucking insane.
“S-Shit,” Seungmin breathes out. He melts completely into the sheets, every flick of Jeongin’s tongue or tease of his finger reducing him even further into putty. “Keep going. K-Keep going.”
Jeongin pulls out to his middle knuckle, curling his finger upwards as his tongue dances around his rim. “Is this enough, now?” Jeongin asks. “Is this what you wanted, hyung?”
“N-No. Not enough.”
Pulling back, Jeongin reaches for the bedside table and opens the drawer, retrieving their almost empty bottle of green apple flavoured lube. He squirts it onto three of his fingers and ploughs them into his hyung. His lips find Seungmin’s cock, making it a mess of spit as he kisses and licks all over it.
This time around, Seungmin doesn’t even bother to keep his moans down. He lets them fall freely from his lips, rocking forward into Jeongin’s mouth, then backwards on his fingers. Soon enough, he feels the feverish sensation coming on again, spreading goosebumps and tingles all over his skin—just like it did earlier. Except this time, there’s no way for him to pull out and stop himself from cumming too early.
Seungmin has pretty good stamina. He does. Usually. Just not when it comes to Jeongin.
Jeongin, ever so connected to his needs and wants, stops it for him. He pulls away completely and looks down at his hyung with a cheeky grin. “I think that was good enough.”
Flustered, Seungmin looks to the side and grumbles, “Fuck you,” with no real bite to it.
Jeongin giggles, leans over his hyung, then presses kisses up his neck and to his lips. “Just letting you know how it felt.”
“You’re not the one who’s been fighting a boner for half an hour.”
“I let you wake me up to fuck, so you haven’t got a leg to stand on,” Jeongin retorts. “I’m not the one who gave you the boner, I was asleep. I’m innocent in this.”
“Yes, you gave me that boner,” Seungmin scoffs.
“I was dreaming of Fortnite, you gave yourself that boner!”
“First of all, you’re a loser. Secondly, it was you.” Seungmin reaches for his phone and pulls up the photo. “See?”
“Well, I didn’t force you to look at it,” Jeongin says. “And I’m awake now, doing something about it. Don’t you think you’re complaining too much, hyung?”
Seungmin slaps his shoulder. “Shut up if you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Turn around, then.”
Jeongin grins and gets off of Seungmin, turning around and sinking his chest to the bed to wave his arse at him.
“Since when are you so teasing?” Seungmin mumbles, his hand gliding over the soft skin of Jeongin’s butt.
“Since being woken up to a dick in my arse at three a.m.,” Jeongin answers, pushing back into Seungmin’s hand.
“You’re the one who was begging me to fuck you in your sleep.”
“And you did, and it was great. Can you also fuck me now, please, hyung?”
“Fine,” Seungmin chuckles. “I will.”
He gets in between Jeongin’s legs again to coat his cock in lube, lining it up neatly with Jeongin’s hole before sliding back inside.
“Ah, hyung,” Jeongin moans. “Please keep going, please.”
“Where’s that whininess coming from now?”
“M’not whining,” Jeongin huffs.
“Sure?”
“Yes!”
Seungmin rolls his eyes playfully, drawing his hips back just to slowly push back in again, dragging his cock along his boyfriend’s walls. “You’ve been hanging out with Jisung and Hyunjin too much.”
“Then b-blame them, not me.”
Jeongin moans again, rocking with Seungmin to meet him when he trusts forwards.
“What, for being a bad influence on my boyfriend and making him so whiny?” Seungmin mumbles, drawing in a sharp breath when his cock hits Jeongin’s prostate just right.
“Y-Yes,” Jeongin stammers. “F-Fuck, Seung, h-harder.”
“Demanding, too.”
But Seungmin gives him what he wants, fucking him harder and deeper. He supposes listening to Changbin for once and going to the gym a couple times a week did pay off; at least he can fuck his boyfriend silly now.
A slew of quiet moans and whimpers is Jeongin’s response, the feeling too good to focus on any words.
The handful of times he’d had sex before Seungmin were never like this. He used to be lost in his head, wondering if that was really it, if everyone was raving about something that wasn’t even that good. He used to lie there and wait until it was over, embarrassed that once again he’d tried and once again he didn’t like it, asking himself if sex was even for him.
And then he started dating Seungmin, and he finally got it. Seungmin always made him feel so good, whether he topped or bottomed didn’t matter, so long as Seungmin was the one with his body pressed to Jeongin’s.
“I love you,” Jeongin admits, so softly it’s almost lost in the sheets.
Seungmin pauses, and then his hips stutter with an orgasm, pushing him forward, deeper into Jeongin, deeper into his well of feelings for him, overflowing and bottomless.
Jeongin is his first love.
Falling in love was never something Seungmin considered in his carefully planned out life, always shrugging and moving on instead. He figured putting time into work would be far more worthwhile than anything else—than something as fleeting as a relationship.
That was until he let Jeongin in.
Long hours at the company soon turned into Seungmin excusing himself and clocking out at an appropriate time, meeting his boyfriend outside the building and driving home with him. They’d then spend the evenings in the way they liked—comfortably, quietly. Jeongin would play his Fortnite games while Seungmin would work through more documents at home. They’d buy groceries and kiss each other between the aisles just to order takeout after being too tired to cook, yet still always mustering up enough energy to make love to each other.
At this point, Jeongin comes over so often that he basically lives with Seungmin. He barely even drops by his own place anymore and Seungmin doesn’t want him to. He’s even given his boyfriend a key and a room to himself.
Instead of a reciprocation to Jeongin’s confession falling from his lips, Seungmin finds himself panting, “Move in with me.”
And Jeongin cums, his body shaking like it’s been put on vibrate, his eyes rolling up into his head.
Move in with me.
Shit, he feels so good. Shit, Seungmin wants him to move in.
It’s too much and just enough all at once, the mind-shattering orgasm making it hard to properly comprehend what Seungmin has just asked. All that manages to push through the pleasure is that finally he isn’t being sent somewhere, isn’t being tidied out of the way but somebody is choosing to have him in their space. Somebody wants him to stay , no matter how much he might clutter up their life.
“I—I—” he stammers. “F-Fuck, shit, yes! I wanna—wanna move in with you!”
Jeongin peels his eyes open, beaming up at Seungmin as he works through the last couple of aftershocks from his orgasm, stomach painted in his cum. And although Seungmin is not one for romantics, he suddenly gets what his artists always write about—how everything pales in comparison to his lover, wide smile and dimples promising bliss.
“I love you,” he whispers, flipping them around to sit on Jeongin’s lap so he can lean down and kiss him. Jeongin wraps his arms tightly around Seungmin’s waist, pulling him tighter, neither caring about the mess of cum that’s spreading between them.
“Thank you,” Jeongin finds himself saying between kisses. “For giving me a chance back then, for helping me find myself, and f-for loving me as I am. Thank you. I never... I never thought I’d have this but now I’ve got it, I... I can’t imagine having it with anyone but you.”
Seungmin kisses him again. “You know I’m not good with this romance talk, caterpillar.”
“I know. Asking me to move in says more than enough. Like, you’re all sexy procedure, competence and neatness, and I’m all chaos, disaster and Fortnite. You’re letting me into the sanctuary by choice, that’s love enough.”
“I hate that you consider Fortnite as part of your personality.”
“Hey! That game practically raised me.”
“Screaming at strangers over the internet is what constitutes good upbringing?”
“It’s more than my parents ever did for me,” Jeongin points out.
Seungmin frowns. “Don’t mention your parents when we’ve just had sex, you weirdo.”
“Don’t call me a weirdo when I just ate you out,” Jeongin quips.
“How is that related?”
“Because sweg.”
“You can’t use sweg as an argument every time, Jeongin.”
“I can, because I am the swegmaister, master of the sweg—sunglasses emoji, money emoji, fire emoji.”
“Oh my god,” Seungmin groans, “I live with an absolute madman.”
“This was your choice, Kim Swegsy.”
“I’m starting to regret it.”
Jeongin swats him. “Hey!”
That makes Seungmin laugh and he launches a tickling attack against his boyfriend. “That’s what you get for being such a loser.”
Jeongin shrieks, struggling from where he’s caught underneath Seungmin. “Stop! Stop!” he cries through his cackles, hunching up his body to protect his most ticklish areas.
“No.” Devoted to his merciless tickling conquest, Seungmin does not halt until Jeongin is reduced to being a crying and begging mess, giggling to please let him off the hook.
Seungmin being Seungmin, he, of course, doesn’t let him; at least not in the way he thinks. He may stop tickling Jeongin, but his hand accidentally brushes against his cock, hard again, and all Seungmin has to say is, “Oh, oopsie.”
“Oopsie?!” Jeongin gasps, recovering from the sudden jolt of having Seungmin touch his sensitive cock. “You’re so mean, hyung.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Yang.”
“Don’t be like this, Kim Sexy,” Jeongin says with a pout.
“Like what?”
“You conveniently press on my cock and now you’re all, ‘Mr. Yang,’ like you’re 2022 Seungmin who hated my guts.”
“I never hated your guts, I just found you annoying and irresponsible.”
“That’s the same thing!”
“No, it’s not.”
“Whatever, Mr. Kim,” Jeongin huffs, crossing his arms and looking away to the side.
Seungmin pokes his cheek. “Don’t be sulky now, Yang-ssi. I literally just asked you to be my roommate.”
“I will break up with you here and now, don’t call me ‘Yang-ssi’,” Jeongin grumbles.
He wouldn’t. Jeongin doesn’t think he could ever break up with Seungmin, as cheesy as it sounds. Seungmin’s the first person he’s ever really had. Of course, Hyunjin and Felix are his friends and he’s gotten closer to them as well as Chan, Jisung, Minho and Changbin when they started working together at the same company, but Seungmin… he’s the first person Jeongin can really call his, in the way that people would call their parents or siblings theirs.
Jeongin’s never been able to call his family his family but Seungmin is his person. He is enough to fill Jeongin’s entire heart because there’s never been anyone else in there, so small after years of absence, years of feeling abandoned and alone. And what makes it even better is that Seungmin isn’t greedy with it in the way that he could be. He isn’t selfishly stopping Jeongin from looking for love any further, but teaches him how to open up and share himself with others and as a result it grows day by day, slowly making room for the others in their group, too.
“What, will you be your boss’ ex?” Seungmin jokes. “That’s kind of hot.”
“Then I’ll quit. Enjoy running your company without me, the best manager ever,” Jeongin says. “I could totally get by off of Jeonergy if I tried.”
“The company that I invest in?”
Jeongin turns back to his boyfriend with a devilish grin. “And that’s very hot of you.”
Raising an eyebrow, Seungmin says, “Should I be concerned?”
“About me sucking your soul out of your dick? Maybe.” It’s said with complete solemness, juxtaposing Jeongin’s previous grin.
When Seungmin says, “I’d like to see... or, well, feel that,” Jeongin flips them over, a little rush of adrenaline coursing through him at seeing the shock on the other’s face.
“Well, you said I should take more initiative...” He kisses his way down Seungmin’s body, stopping when his lips are hovering just above his boyfriend’s cock. “Right?”
“Right,” Seungmin confirms breathlessly.
Smirking, Jeongin leans down and takes his cock in his mouth.
At first, he gets down to the base and rests there for a while, the only movement his tongue as it draws patterns on the underside, before he comes back up to suck on the tip. He wraps his hand around the base to assist him as he starts to bob, enjoying the pretty sounds that leave Seungmin’s mouth.
“Fuck, you’ve gotten so good with your tongue,” Seungmin groans, still sensitive from the first orgasm and the edging beforehand, his hips bucking up into his boyfriend’s mouth. “So perfectly submissive for me.”
At the praise, Jeongin picks up his pace, eager to make his boyfriend feel good. He moans around him a few times and drool drips everywhere as he tongues the slit. With lips as sinful as Jeongin’s worshipping his cock, it’s no surprise that Seungmin grows hard again quickly… and cums just as fast. Jeongin is his soft spot, what can he say?
“Don’t you dare say it,” Seungmin mutters when he catches sight of his boyfriend’s smug face. “Just... don’t.”
Swallowing the last of Seungmin’s cum, Jeongin licks his lips and crawls back up the bed. His arms latch around Seungmin’s waist as he buries his face into his neck.
“I said nothing.”
“You thought it.”
“How can you tell what I’m thinking, huh?”
Seungmin huffs out a laugh. “Maybe because we spend every day together?”
“Hm you’re right, we should spend less time together. I’m moving out,” Jeongin declares.
Immediately, Seungmin catches Jeongin’s wrist. “No.”
Laughing, the younger pulls his head out of Seungmin’s neck to raise his eyebrows at his boyfriend. “Are you gonna hold me captive here?”
“Maybe so. What, are you objecting?”
“No. Stockholm syndrome is swegsy.”
“You’re a loser,” Seungmin mumbles, then looks down at his boyfriend and his glaringly obvious problem. “Are you gonna take care of that?”
“M’tired,” Jeongin whines. “Can’t be arsed to move.”
“So you’re gonna make your poor boyfriend, who’s already cum twice, do it?”
“You’re the one who woke me up at three in the morning!” Jeongin protests, jabbing a finger into Seungmin’s chest.
The elder sighs. “Prep me, I’ll ride you.”
With a grin, Jeongin slides back down Seungmin’s body.
Five minutes and four fingers later, Jeongin’s on his back with Seungmin kneeling over him, anticipation swirling in his stomach as he locks eyes with his boyfriend.
“Someone’s eager,” said boyfriend grumbles in feigned annoyance, though he can’t deny the desire torching his insides. “Making me do so much work.”
He doesn’t wait for Jeongin’s protests, simply sinks down on his cock. Jeongin moans, the sentence, ‘You were so eager you had to wake me up,’ getting lost on the way out.
His fingers clench around Seungmin’s waist, keeping him still as they adjust and enjoying the feeling of his soft skin. The handful of times Jeongin had sex with people before Seungmin, having someone’s weight on top of him made him feel claustrophobic. He could barely look up, uncomfortable and trapped, like he was unwilling prey. Seungmin’s weight, however, feels perfect on top of him, and when he looks up, he only feels excitement at his boyfriend’s hungry look.
Seungmin is simply one of a kind, custom-made for Jeongin by the threads of fate.
“I love you,” Jeongin whispers again. They don’t say it often, both are actions are louder than words kind of people, and he thinks that’s what makes moments like this so much more tender and soft.
“Sap,” Seungmin remarks, ever so snarky. He shifts his weight on top of Jeongin, moaning when it hits his special spot and rocking against it a few times. Only when he’s steadied his weight by putting a hand against Jeongin’s chest and slowed down again does he say, “But I love you too.”
Grinning, filled with giddy excitement, Jeongin tightens his grip and thrusts upwards.
Seungmin moans. “H-Hurry.”
“Already close, hyung?”
“N-No.” Yet Seungmin can’t deny that his cock is hard again, throbbing against his stomach, and Jeongin increasing his tempo certainly isn’t helping. “Just hurry up.”
“You’re meant to be the one putting the effort into this, not be,” Jeongin says.
“I haven’t gotten any sleep yet.”
“And whose fault is— hah— that?”
“Y-Yours, not mine.”
“Fine, then,” Jeongin says. “I guess I’ll just have to help you go to sleep.”
Then he flips them over and pushes Seungmin’s legs up to his chest, railing into him hard and fast. They cum in unison, with Seungmin spilling all over them first—a pathetic excuse of cum after cumming three times—and Jeongin following suit.
This time, Seungmin’s the one who collapses on top of his boyfriend, pulling his arms around him and shutting his eyes.
“Good,” he mumbles, “Now... Now we can sleep.”
Panting, Jeongin kisses Seungmin’s cheek, sweetly, and buries in closer.
Yeah, Jeongin might not be that good at physical touch and sure, he isn’t great at verbally expressing his love or feelings without the use of twenty emojis, but it doesn’t matter.
Jeongin has Kim Seungmin, a man so unlike him who fits him in every way, someone who makes him feel comfortable with long touches and understands what he’s trying to say when he can’t find the words.
Before Seungmin, Jeongin was being dragged along by life, something useless and forgotten at the bottom of the backpack. Now, he knows exactly where he belongs and has somebody to give his everything to, a reason to be included in the mix.
And Seungmin wants him to move in. The last time he’d moved, it was because his family wanted him to move out. But here Seungmin is, wanting him, choosing him, and Jeongin can’t remember when he last felt so optimistic about the future.
A future with Seungmin. Jeongin’s never really had a plan for his life, but he’s glad he left it to chance, because he can’t think of a better outcome.
With another kiss, this time to Seungmin’s neck, Jeongin snuggles as closely as he can possibly get and drifts back to sleep.
(The next morning, Seungmin is the one who wakes up with a cock inside his arse, only scolding Jeongin lightly before giving in to the pleasure. They also may or may not show up half an hour late to 3RACHA’s meeting but hey, being a CEO has its perks.)
FIN