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The sun streams through the smallest crack in Sangyeon’s curtains, right over his face, the warmth and the brightness slowly bringing the leader out from a deep sleep. He blinks his eyes open once and groans at the light, screwing them closed and leaning against the other body behind him, sighing in relief as long arms tighten around his waist.
That movement and the gentle increase in the breathing against his neck, signals to Sangyeon that his boyfriend must be beginning to wake too.
“Juyeon-ah?” His voice is gravely and the hum he hears is similar, and suddenly Juyeon is pressing his entire front up against Sangyeon’s back, including his hard length against his ass.
“Well good morning to you too.” Sangyeon grins when Juyeon sighs in response, and lightly grinds his hips back, “You wanna take care of that?”
“Do we have time?” The youngers voice is still heavy with sleep, he probably hasn’t even opened his eyes yet.
Sangyeon doesn’t even bother to check as he interlaces their fingers and squeezes his hand, “We will if you hurry.”
Juyeon sighs again, and Sangyeon can practically hear the eye roll as he says, “Why do I have to do everything?” He can also hear the smile in his voice though, and it’s confirmed when he rolls over as Juyeon moves to reach into the nightstand, the soft glow of the sunrise letting Sangyeon see his lopsided smile, “You okay with me fucking you?”
Sangyeon hums, debating the question silently until he lets out a content little sigh, “Of course.” The words are interrupted with a yawn, and it passes over to Juyeon, who yawns into his arm as he gets the almost empty bottle of lube out of the nightstand, and closes it.
But Sangyeon huffs and lightly hits him in the arm, “I don’t wanna be too gross.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Juyeon reaches back over and fumbles for a condom packet, this time not bothering to close the nightstand before he faces the other, propped up on his elbow.
“Hey, I’m trying to help you.” Sangyeon grins, pushing his shorts down just enough, about halfway down his thighs, and rolls back onto his side, back to Juyeon and his lower half still under the covers.
“I know, and I love you for it.”
Juyeon moves closer, still propped up, but his other arm is free and his hand goes carefully under the covers so as to not get lube everywhere, and Sangyeon deeply inhales when a cold finger circles his rim. His eyes close again and he snuggles into his pillow, tilting his head so Juyeon can press lazy kisses into his neck.
A soft gasp leaves Sangyeon’s lips as Juyeon’s finger slips in, just past the first knuckle so he can adjust, but even then he thrusts his finger slowly, and the older feels his entire body relaxing since sleep hasn’t left him fully. As far as he can tell, Juyeon is the same, groggy and slow in his actions, yet his fingers are on autopilot.
Juyeon finally lays down and his other arm snakes under Sangyeon, fingertips pulling up his shirt to rub over his stomach, kisses getting lazier and lazier until his lips are just pressed against the back of his neck.
Sangyeon feels content, even as another of Juyeon’s long fingers works its way inside him, the speed picking up just enough to make him let out a little noise, and he feels Juyeon smile against his skin and the two fingers begin to scissor him open.
The kisses on his neck return and they’re wet before teeth begin to nip, it makes Sangyeon scrunch his nose and pull away.
“If you leave a mark,” He breathes, his words cut off with a soft moan as Juyeon’s fingers nudge against his prostate, his other hand loosely wrapping around his half-hard cock.
Teeth return to his neck, harder this time and he elbows Juyeon in the side, nowhere near hard enough to hurt, and it gets a laugh out of the younger.
“Juyeon-ah! No marks, we have an interview later today.” Though he tries to sound as authoritative as he can, Sangyeon’s words are breathy and whiny, and his cock twitches when Juyeon starts slow, dry strokes.
“You know how to cover them.” Juyeon hums, licking where his teeth had been, and he stops.
“That doesn’t mean I want to.” Sangyeon huffs, beginning to rut his hips back, “I’m ready, come on.”
Juyeon pulls his fingers out and Sangyeon can hear the quiet rip of the condom packet, and he lays there against the others warmth until he feels the tip of Juyeon’s cock against his hole, making him breathe in deep through his nose, and out through his mouth as Juyeon holds his waist and slowly slides his cock in, until his hips are flush with Sangyeon’s ass, making the older open his mouth in a silent moan
Before moving, Juyeon pushes the covers down more, to their feet, and then grabs the discarded lube bottle, dripping some directly into Sangyeon’s cock, smearing it with a few strokes.
Sangyeon still has his eyes closed, hips twitching at the touch and at the still cock in him, he doesn’t mind that Juyeon hasn’t moved yet, especially when he feels a kiss right behind his ear.
“Gentle?” Is all Juyeon asks, yawning into the back of Sangyeon’s head and pressing another kiss there, barely grinding into him.
“Please, don’t wanna wake the others, don’t wanna be sore.” Sangyeon turns his head to the side and is met with Juyeon’s lips against his cheek, placing kisses along his cheek and jawline as he grips his hip and begins to properly thrust, only pulling half way out before pushing back in, repeating this in a solid rhythm.
The room is silent besides the slick sounds and Juyeon’s deep groans, the occasional whine from Sangyeon. Juyeon’s hand on his cock falters as the younger focuses on fucking him, so Sangyeon grabs him by the wrist to pull it off, and Juyeon uses his free arm to prop himself up, looking down at the other.
“You’re so pretty, hyung. The prettiest.” Juyeon’s voice is breathy, “I love waking up next to you, to see you like this.”
Sangyeon opens his eyes then, meeting Juyeon’s heavy gaze, and his lips turn up into a little smile, which the older mirrors, though it’s more of a grin.
“You’re so cheesy.” He chuckles, giving up on stroking himself in favor of watching Juyeon’s mouth open in an over exaggerated look of betrayal, making the older laugh.
“I’m trying to set the mood and be all sweet and you’re being mean.” Juyeon is grinning, squeezing Sangyeon’s hip as he tries to speed up his thrusts.
It makes Sangyeon let out a little gasp, still smiling, “No, it’s-it’s endearing!” he giggles, leaning up with a needy whine, and Juyeon meets him with a slow kiss, his tongue immediately entering his mouth. Sangyeon moans into the kiss, still smiling slightly as their tongues languidly move together, his arm reaching up to hook around Juyeon’s neck.
The angle is awkward, his hips facing forward and his upper body turned just enough for the kiss, Sangyeon can feel a strain in his back and he breaks the kiss with a grunt.
“Wanna move around,” He mumbles, and Juyeon’s thrusts slow, “Wanna be able to kiss you.”
Juyeon hums, pecking his lips before pulling out, and Sangyeon nearly whines, rolling onto his back to look up at the dancer, who smiles down at him.
“How do you wanna do it? Like this or do you wanna get on top?” One of his large hands finds its way to Sangyeon’s stomach as he talks, rubbing in gentle motions before sliding down to tease at the base of his cock.
It makes Sangyeon’s breath hitch, but he also sighs heavily, “Too much effort for this early, wanna stay like this.”
Juyeon chuckles, but nods, pulling Sangyeon’s shorts off the rest of the way and tossing them to the floor, his own just pulled down far enough for his cock to be out, and both of their shirts still on. Sangyeon’s legs fall open, his own hands flitting at the sensitive insides of his thighs, lifting his hips so Juyeon can slide a pillow under them.
Sangyeon doesn’t need to ask and Juyeon doesn’t need to be told, they’ve been doing this for so long, even before they started dating, that certain simple things, like a pillow under his hips, is a habit that both of them have. And as Juyeon situates himself between his legs, leaning down to kiss just below his belly button, Sangyeon feels an intense warmth separate from the slow build of his orgasm, one that he feels often when looking at Juyeon. And now for whatever reason it’s stronger than ever, it makes Sangyeon almost emotional as he pets Juyeon’s hair, tugging just enough to make the other look up at him with a little smile.
“I love you, my Juyeon. So much.”
It’s barely a whisper, and Sangyeon thinks Juyeon didn’t even hear him because of the long pause that follows. Yet the younger proves him wrong by leaning up and connecting their lips and sliding his cock back in at the same time, making Sangyeon moan into the kiss, hand tightening in his hair. Juyeon plants his hands on either side of Sangyeon’s head, breaking the kiss to hold himself up and begin thrusting into him again.
“Yet I’m the cheesy one?”
Sangyeon scoffs, breaking into a wide smile as he covers his face with his hands, legs wrapped around Juyeon’s waist as they piston against him.
“Sh-shut up.” He breathes, feeling kisses on the back of his hands, and gasps at a particularly pointed thrust, “You’re so-so mean.”
“Oh yeah?” Juyeon pants against his wrist, thrusting his hips harder, enough to make the bed frame squeak quietly, “And what are you going to do about it?”
His pace is nowhere near enough to really drive Sangyeon crazy, but he’s getting there with how he’s suddenly aware of how close he is. He finally lowers his hands from his face and is met with Juyeon’s lidded eyes staring at him, and Sangyeon would cover his face again if it wasn’t for the knowing look in the others eyes, how they flick to his hands and back to his gaze, as well as the itching need to touch his cock. Sangyeon wraps an arm around Juyeon, holding onto him as the other slides down to steadily pump himself, avoiding eye contact as his ears tip red, knowing that Juyeon is still watching him intently.
Juyeon’s hand covers his own and starts pumping his cock faster, faster than the pace he’s fucking him and it has Sangyeon throwing his head back to let out too loud of a moan, eyes screwed shut.
“Thought you said you didn’t want to wake the others?” Juyeon’s voice is right in his ear and his pace picks up. It makes Sangyeon almost growl, how evil his boyfriend is right now.
He apparently does, because Juyeon laughs and kisses him again, smiling into it, and his hand slows to match the pace of his hips, which have turned into deep slow strokes that has him dead on Sangyeon’s prostate, which has his eyes rolling back.
This series of complete changes in pace makes Sangyeon cum before he even knows it. This build up is slow and sweet, Juyeon’s tongue in his mouth distracting him until he moans into the kiss, cumming into his fist that’s enclosed in a larger one. His legs go slightly limp and Juyeon’s hips start so slow, but Sangyeon can still feel how hard he is, so his legs tighten again and he breaks away from the kiss, gasping in air and an encouragement to keep going.
Juyeon whines, dropping his face into Sangyeon’s neck and once again leaving light little bites as his thrusts become less rhythmic, but enough to have the older cover his mouth to keep any more noises from slipping out, completely unaware of the noisy bed frame.
The other buries himself to the hilt and shallowly thrusts, moans muffled in Sangyeon’s skin, and fills the condom before stilling completely, holding himself up with a propped arm as to not squish Sangyeon.
And then it’s quiet, save for the couple panting in tandem, trying to catch their breaths. The arm he had around Juyeon tightens, half hugging him as he kisses the side of Juyeon’s head and shoulder, and Sangyeon feels kisses on his own in return.
It’s nice. That feeling in Sangyeon’s gut returns and he opens his mouth-
BANG BANG BANG!
“Hurry and get cleaned up, love birds! We have to go soon!” There’s a teasing lilt to the yell and a cackle that follows it.
The banging of his bedroom door has both of them jolt, but Sangyeon groans and drops his head against the pillows at the sound of Hyunjae’s voice.
Juyeon sighs and sits up, sitting back on his haunches and pulling his now soft cock out of Sangyeon, hands kneading his slightly shaking legs. He looks down at the older expectantly, but doesn’t say anything yet, until Sangyeon sits up too, letting out a little ‘ugh’ as he does.
“Wanna shower with me?” Sangyeon shouldn’t have to ask, he knows the answer, yet Juyeon nods and takes the condom off his cock, tying it off and getting up to throw it away. Sangyeon watches him as he does, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
Juyeon comes back over to stand in front of him, holding his face to get him to look up, and leans down to peck his lips,
“Want me to carry you?”
The offer is sweet, it makes Sangyeon smile considering he literally has a bathroom connected to his room, but he shakes his head and stands, albeit on wobbly legs, but holds into Juyeon’s arms.
“It’s not that far, I’ll be fine.” He has to lean up to kiss Juyeon’s cheek, then links their hands to walk to the bathroom together.
Even though they were just told to hurry, the couple take their sweet time. Taking each other’s shirts off just to litter their chests in kisses, constantly touching even as they climb into the shower and turn the water on. They don’t even know how much time passed before actually starting to wash up, too busy wrapped in each other's arms underneath the warm spray of water, tiredness hitting them both again. When they do finally get to cleaning up, Juyeon is the one who takes the utmost care in washing Sangyeon’s hair, spending almost no time on his own. Once Sangyeon realizes this, he chuckles a bit to himself, even under Juyeon’s questioning look, but doesn’t say anything, he’s content with it, in all honesty.
They even take their sweet time drying off after the shower, holding hands as they make the short few steps to Sangyeon’s bed, where Sangyeon spends absolutely no time picking out some comfortable clothes for himself, even going through the pile of Juyeon’s clothes he’s gradually accumulated and handing an outfit to the other.
Once dressed, it’s like gravity pulls them together again, Sangyeon latches himself to Juyeon, arms around his waist and head against his chest. He feels a kiss in his hair and the lips move against his scalp,
“I love you too, by the way.” Juyeon mumbles, arms hooked around his shoulders.
Sangyeon hums in question and leans back to look at him.
“I didn’t get to say it back, earlier.” The taller admits it sheepishly, avoiding Sangyeon’s eyes as they crinkle from his smile, leaning up once again to kiss his cheek, that warm feeling in his chest returning, stronger than before.
“It’s okay, I know you do, my Juyeon-ah.”