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XVI
Restless Nights and Sleepy Mornings
Joonmyun made preparations to sleep at a reasonable time since he had to be at the hospital bright and early, but the twins had plans of their own come nightfall.
When he settled down to sleep, the twins decided that it was time for them to move around. One of the babies used his bladder as a pillow and the other took to kicking at whatever their feet could come in the vicinity of.
He tried everything from switching sleeping positions, drinking warm tea, massaging his stomach, going to the bathroom to walking around the house but nothing seemed to relieve the discomfort.
Throughout all of this, Kris tried to help when he could and comfort Joonmyun when he couldn’t, staying up with him.
At the ripe hour of two o’clock, the twins decided that they were tired and settled down to sleep. Just like that, the twinges of discomfort ceased and Joonmyun was finally able to settle down to sleep. His husband let out a sound of relief as he settled too, happy that Joonmyun was getting at least a little rest before giving birth to the twins.
Their eyes had barely closed when the alarm rang and Joonmyun cracked open his eyes, annoyed that the sun was already up and shining directly in his face. They’d only gotten maybe five or six hours of sleep, but they got up anyway and got ready to go to the hospital.
Kris finished first so he roused the kids from their beds and got them ready in record time. By 7:30 everyone was ready and in the car, ready to head to the hospital.
The twins didn’t know what to expect, so neither of them knew what to say when their dad sat in a wheelchair and handed their papa his bag. He beckoned them closer and when they were eye level with him, he pecked each of them on the forehead and gave them a reassuring grin.
“The next time you see me, it’ll be with your little brother and sister.”
He was exhausted but he knew his children needed reassurance so he did the best he could. Right before the nurse wheeled him off, Seungyeon grasped his hand and squeezed tightly then let go, an unreadable look on his face.
Before Kris left to join Joonmyun in the operating room, Baekhyun came down from the fourth floor to watch the kids as planned. Since he worked in cardiology and was free until after lunchtime, he volunteered his time.
“I feel like Jinki drugged me more than the first time or maybe it’s because I’m tired. Either way I can’t wait to see our babies,” Joonmyun whispered to Kris when he saw the man walk by his side, geared up in a blue hospital smock, face mask and hat.
Kris squeezed Joonmyun’s hands and the sedated man smiled before he let the fatigue and anesthesia overtake him, ushering him into a peaceful sleep.
Dr. Minseok came a few moments later and Kris watched as they set up the operation, the heart monitor beeping slightly as Joonmyun’s chest rose and fell, his eyelids fluttering.
A crisp cry filled the room a while later and a smile grazed Kris’s lips. Minseok held the first newborn over the wall of blue cloth and showed her to Kris before he cut the umbilical cord and handed the child to the nurse to clean.
“Okay baby number one is a girl. Jiyeon is her name right?” Kris nodded and craned his neck as he watched one of the nurses clean the baby and clean out her nose. Despite her screaming at what Kris assumed to be the top of her tiny lungs, she looked healthy. The nurse finished cleaning and weighing her then walked her over to Kris so he could hold her.
“She weighs a healthy three kilograms and is 59 centimeters long.”
Small, dark eyes opened and Jiyeon stopped crying, taking the time to examine her father. The man cradled her in his arms and smiled, not even caring that he probably looked crazy. If Joonmyun had been awake the man would’ve most certainly replaced Jiyeon’s screaming with sobbing of his own.
Jiyeon’s eyes scrunched closed as she yawned and stretched her small fists towards her father.
“I bet you’re tired after the night you put your daddies through,” Kris sighed, smoothing stray hairs down onto her head. With her eyes still shut, she smiled and stretched again, making a noise of content.
“And now here’s baby number two.” Unlike Jiyeon, Boyeon didn’t make any noise. Kris’s heart sped up and he looked down at Jiyeon before he glanced over at his son.
After Minseok cut the umbilical cord, he gave the little boy to the nurse and they lay him down before putting a mask over his face and started to pump a bulb-like thing at the other end. Boyeon’s limbs remained still until the Minseok took over, hunched over the baby’s small body.
Kris watched in a terrified silence as Minseok’s face went stiff in concentration and he ordered the nurse to retrieve things he didn’t quite catch or comprehend.
After almost ten minutes of effort, a cry filled the room and Kris let out the breath he’d forgotten that he was holding.
He was okay.
They cleaned, weighed and wrapped him in a blanket before Minseok personally carried the child over to Kris. “He had a bit of difficulty breathing but he’s okay now. The fact that he’s able to cry is good news. He’s a little smaller than his sister at 2.5 kilograms and 50 centimeters long, but he’s healthy,” Minseok explained, handing over little boy who’d previous been wailing. He’d fallen quiet and Kris made sure he saw the boy’s chest rise and fall before he allowed himself to relax.
As he held Boyeon and Jiyeon in either of his arms, he felt his eyes well up with tears. Kris prided himself on not getting emotional about many things yet when it came to his family, he couldn’t help himself nor did he think he needed to. Before he handed them back to the nurse, he checked to see if Joonmyun had woken up.
He was still sound asleep and as Minseok and some of his nurses finished the rest of the surgery, Kris handed the children to the two waiting nurses and watched as they put them in separate bassinets, then wheeled them away. Even though he knew he would see them once Joonmyun woke up, something still squeezed his heart and nearly knocked the wind out of him.
When they were finished and wheeled Joonmyun into recovery, Kris reluctantly separated from him and took off the hospital gear, checking his phone when he saw a text saying that Baekhyun had taken the twins to his office.
As expected, the moment he opened the door to the man’s office, he saw the twins asleep on Baekhyun’s couch and the man himself nodding off at his desk. He didn’t want to wake them up, but he knew that they’d wanted to see the babies as soon as possible, so he did.
Seoyeon, the light sleeper, woke up first. Her eyes were barely open when she launched into three questions, all related to the babies and Joonmyun. Kris did his best to answer them all, explaining that they would be able to see Joonmyun once he was moved to a hospital room. As for seeing the babies, he told her that they could go look at them from the window of the nursery.
Excited by all the news, Seoyeon’s eyes snapped open and she shook her brother awake. Seungyeon let out a groan and opened his eyes slowly, squinting when he saw Kris standing in the doorway. “Are the babies here yet? Is Daddy Joon okay?” Seoyeon poked him and rehashed Kris’s words, pulling him to his feet and demanding that Kris take them to see the newborns. The commotion woke up Baekhyun and he stood up with a startle, mumbling something about not being asleep.
“Did everything go fine?” Kris gave the other man’s question a quick nod then told the kids that he’d take them to the nursery. As they made their way back to the maternity ward, Baekhyun and Kris walked a little ways back from the twins who were excitedly chattering about their new siblings.
“Boyeon wasn’t breathing when he was born but once Minseok worked on him, he was okay. I swear my heart stopped Baek, I stopped breathing myself,” Kris rambled, Baekhyun moving to rub a soothing hand down his back. Even though Kris knew that the boy was okay, he still felt inklings of fear and worry inch at his mind and heart.
When they came upon the nursery, they saw the nurses walking inside, tending to the few babies that were scattered throughout the room. It only took a few seconds for them to pick out Boyeon and Jiyeon since they were in the front and it was easy to decipher the bolded last name on their small wristbands.
“They’re so small,” Seoyeon sighed, her face pressed against the glass as she looked at them. Since they had on hats, she couldn’t tell if they were born with hair or not, which didn’t matter too much but she still found herself curious. What she and her brother could tell, however, was that their sister, was much bigger than their brother.
The fact made Seoyeon smile and she turned to Kris “maybe she’ll be tall like us.” Seungyeon heard the statement and he let out a huff of annoyance.
Now that the twins were constantly growing, Seungyeon seemed to take after Joonmyun in stature and Seoyeon took after Kris. Despite their looks being of the opposite nature, the fact that Seoyeon was taller than him struck his nerves. Joonmyun had always taken to soothing the boy with kisses on the top of his head, ensuring him that he’d get to be just as tall or even taller than Seoyeon and Kris.
“I’ll hit my growth spurt before they can even go to school, so it doesn’t matter.” Even as Seungyeon said the words, a gentle smile overtook his face. Since they’d arrived, he hadn’t taken his eyes off the babies. He watched as they wiggled and Jiyeon cried, her sobs muffled by the wall. Boyeon, on the other hand, attempted to chew on his covered fist, kicking his small feet against the edge of the bassinet.
Kris let them look for a little longer, then tried ushered them away. A nurse caught sight of Kris and hurried out the room, telling him that Joonmyun was being moved to a room.
When the whole group wandered into the room, Joonmyun’s eyes cracked open and he smiled, immediately seeing Seoyeon and Seungyeon.
“My babies,” he rasped, his mouth dry from the side effects of the anesthesia. Seungyeon made a sour face, but moved closer to Joonmyun, allowing the man to pat him on his head. Since Joonmyun’s stitches were to be undisturbed, he couldn’t provide much more than the gesture.
“The babies are still in the nursery. We are not babies,” Joonmyun chuckled at his son’s statement, feeling the pull of the stitches as he did so. “You are my babies and you always will be.” Baekhyun watched from outside the room and waved at Joonmyun before he answered the pager blinking at his waist.
“Thank you for watching the twins,” Baekhyun waved him off and walked to the nurse station, telling one of them something before he left the ward.
The same nurse walked into the room a few minutes later and eyed the twins before she introduced herself to Joonmyun and Kris. Joonmyun barely let her finish before he inquired about the babies and requested that she bring them. Instead of being annoyed, she smiled and told him that she would call the nursery. Before she left, Kris stopped her at the doorway and asked her what Baekhyun told her.
“Oh, Dr. Byun told us that the kids are well behaved.” When Kris gave her a confused look, she clarified “there are only supposed to be two people besides the patient in the room, especially after surgery.”
When the babies were rolled into the room, Joonmyun reached for the remote on his bed to sit up so he could see them.
“Please be careful, you have over fifteen stitches and we want them to heal neatly,” the nurse warned before she handed Joonmyun the first baby. He nodded eagerly and still reached out his hands, his face glowing when he got a good look at the child placed in one of his arms.
“This must be Jiyeon,” Joonmyun remarked when the baby opened her eyes and yawned, a smile immediately playing across her small lips when she saw Joonmyun. Kris watched as Joonmyun struggled not to cry and took another breath to prepare himself for the second baby. The man helped the nurse position the infant in Joonmyun’s arm and when she was sure Joonmyun was okay she left the room. “And this is Boyeon?” The boy kept his eyes closed but smiled, wiggling in his blanket.
The twins stood on either sides of the bed, watching Joonmyun look and coo over the babies. He’d barely been holding them for ten minutes when Seungyeon nudged his father and made him bend down so he could whisper into his ear. Kris listened to the request and walked closer the bed, staring down at his children and his husband.
“Seungyeon wants to hold them Joon. Is that okay?” Joonmyun nodded and looked over at the boy, his eyes still damp. Kris twitched his head and Seungyeon went to move the chair in the corner closer to the bed before he went and washed his hands. Once he’d dried them off, he settled into the chair and sat up straight, holding out his arms.
Both of the twins were familiar with holding babies since they’d helped out when Youngmi and Hyunwoo were smaller. Now that their siblings were here, they were more than ready to hold them.
Before Kris reached for the babies, he got an idea and pulled up another chair next to Seungyeon before telling Seoyeon to wash her hands. When she finished, he sat her in the other chair and he reached for Jiyeon first. Joonmyun kissed the baby’s forehead before handing her over, watching as Kris gently placed the infant in Seoyeon’s arms. After he made sure her she was holding the baby snugly, he reached for Boyeon and sat him in Seungyeon’s arms.
The room was silent as the twins observed their new siblings, Seungyeon watching as his brother opened his eyes and attempted to grip one of his fingers to put in his mouth. He didn’t let him and instead pulled his hand lightly, keeping his fingers away from Boyeon’s mouth. Seoyeon took to talking to her sister, praising her for being pretty and telling her about that she was the oldest and therefore in charge of taking care of Boyeon.
“I promise I’ll help take care of you both though,” the little girl whispered to Jiyeon as the baby’s eyes closed again. Both of the men watched the scene, Kris with a smile on his face and Joonmyun with tears in his eyes. Usually he attempted to make excuses for his disarray of emotions, but right now he didn’t care enough to do so. It wasn’t like Kris would tease him since the man’s eyes shined like he was also on the brink of tears.
Before he went to put the babies back in their bassinets, Kris leaned over the bed and kissed Joonmyun on the forehead “you did good.” Joonmyun beamed and slowly reached up to wipe the tears that dripped down his cheeks.
As soon as the twins were back in their bassinets, they both fell asleep and the nurse came to return them to the nursery. When they were gone, Joonmyun told the twins to put the chairs back and he scooted to the middle of his bed, patting the spaces beside him. Kris didn’t miss the wince of pain the man made when he did so, but he didn’t say anything because he knew Joonmyun would dismiss it.
Joonmyun had frequently expressed to him his fear of the twins feeling left out with the upcoming arrival of the new babies and now that they were here, Kris started to feel it too. Even if the twins hadn’t shown any negative reactions yet, both of them wanted to prevent it if they could.
Kris had to help them but once they were in the bed, Joonmyun put his arms around the both of them and held them close. Both of the twins were cautious because they knew their daddy had just come from surgery, but they relaxed into his body. Seungyeon immediately buried his head in Joonmyun’s arm and inhaled deeply, a habit he’d developed as an infant. Seoyeon just moved closer to Joonmyun and lay back on the pillow underneath her head, content to be that close to Joonmyun and know that he was okay.
Within a few minutes they were both asleep and Joonmyun didn’t seem far behind them. The other man watched the scene and decided to pull out his phone, taking a picture of the moment.
It was rare that the twins took naps and even rarer that they cuddled up to Joonmyun like this. Maybe they’d been more worried about their father than either of them was letting on, but it made for a sweet display.
When Joonmyun came home with the twins, homemade pancakes prepared by the elder twins welcomed him. While he ate, Kris fed the twins and put them down to sleep in their cribs, which they quickly adjusted to.
Jiyeon was the first to fall asleep, as Kris predicted, and Boyeon followed after her.
The twins proceeded to clean the dishes and wipe down the counter after Joonmyun had finished, even bickering when they were deciding who would sweep the floor.
“Were they good daddy?” Seoyeon asked as the three of them sat on the couch. He’d gone to check on the babies a few minutes ago and when he was sure they were asleep, he slumped onto the couch where the twins joined him a few minutes later.
“They were excellent dear. The best thing I’ve eaten, ever,” Seoyeon shot him a toothy grin and smiled. Since Daddy Joon liked her food, she made plans to make more in the future.
Just from the look on her face, Joonmyun could tell she was plotting something but he chose not to ask. Let whatever it was surprise him.
When Kris finished making some phone calls and checking on the twins for the moment, he walked into the living room to find Joonmyun and the older twins sound asleep.
As heartwarming as the scene in the hospital had been, seeing a similar one in their home was even better. He didn’t take a picture though. Instead he covered them all with blankets and sat in the recliner with the baby monitor right by his ear.
XVII
Just Us
Jiyeon and Boyeon proved to be the handful Joonmyun and Kris expected, so they were fully prepared for the sleepless nights, late night feedings and countless changes of diapers.
Unlike their first venture with caring for twins, they now had help in the form of two eager seven-year olds. With Seoyeon who was pro at changing diapers and Seungyeon who was excellent at getting the babies to burp and sleep in record time, they were unstoppable at keeping Boyeon and Jiyeon clean and satisfied.
At times it seemed like the twins were only at complete ease when their older siblings were in near vicinity.
As soon as they’d come home from school, their first stop wasn’t to do their homework anymore. Instead they’d search the house until they found the babies then they’d play with them before they finally settled down to do their schoolwork.
Kris and Joonmyun’s parents made nuisances of themselves, popping up at random times to see the children as well as overstaying their welcome. Neither Kris nor Joonmyun would turn down the extra help, but sometimes it encroached on their almost nonexistent alone time.
Imagine Kris and Joonmyun’s surprise when Kris’s parents called them and told them that they’d be keeping both sets of twins for the weekend. At first Joonmyun declined the offer and thanked them for their generosity but when they showed up anyway and collected the children, he couldn’t say no.
With Kris back at work, albeit with reduced hours, Joonmyun was taking care of the infants by himself in the daytime. Seoyeon and Seungyeon came home around the same time as Kris, so by that point he had help, but for the time period in between Kris going to work and the twins going to school to the time they all came home, he was virtually on his own.
Jiyeon had a penchant for sleeping most of the day while Boyeon remained awake and noisy, which kept his sister awake and crossed most times. It seemed like Joonmyun could get them to sleep at the same time but as soon as Boyeon woke up, he wouldn’t stop babbling or whining until he woke his older sister as well. All of this usually happened right as Joonmyun had started to relax or doze off to take a nap of his own. It was like the infants were playing a joke on him.
“Where are the twins?” Kris asked as soon as he walked through the door, seeing Joonmyun childless. As the man walked through the house, he peeked his head around the corner and extended his question “where are either set of twins?”
Joonmyun laughed and he stretched out on the couch, itching at the scars where his stitches had been.
“They’re gone with your parents for the weekend. They even took the babies. I can barely believe it myself. I keep wanting to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming, but I don’t want to wake up if I am,” Kris wandered into the living and pulled Joonmyun to his feet, leading him into the bedroom.
Once they settled on the bed, they did what parents do when their children were away.
Sleep.
Neither of them woke up until the next morning, both starving since they’d slept through dinner the previous night. When Joonmyun moved out his embrace, Kris opened his eyes, moving to rub the sleep from them. On instinct he turned toward the baby monitor and saw that it was off.
Right.
The kids were gone for the weekend.
Joonmyun saw the whole thing and laughed, running his hands through Kris’s already messy hair. “I did the same thing earlier. In fact, I almost went to the nursery to check on them,” Joonmyun yawned.
Eventually they decided to stop lounging around and got up to take a shower together, which was the start of something that would last well into the night.
As water cascaded off his head and down his stomach, Kris’s hand worked a tight fist over his dick, the soap providing enough slickness to ease the slide. Joonmyun leaned back and laid his head against Kris’s chest, letting the man’s other hand roam his wet body.
“It’s been so long,” Kris sighed in Joonmyun’s ear, biting lightly at the cartilage. It earned him a moan and Joonmyun moved his hips against Kris’s crotch, grinding on the man’s erection. He could feel the press of it on his lower back and he wanted to do more but not quite yet.
Even though the fist around him felt so good, he told Kris to stop and they got through the rest of their shower, both of them painfully hard.
Joonmyun wanted to try something new and since Kris seemed down to do whatever he wanted, he figured the man would just go along with it. He didn’t ask why Joonmyun only put on one of his button ups after they’d dried off or why the man handed him sweatpants, and only sweatpants, to wear.
Like normal, Joonmyun proceed to cook breakfast but it was hard to concentrate when every time he bent over for a pot or something, his dick pressed on the hem of the shirt and it rose to show his ass. It got even harder (Kris’s dick and the effort to concentrate) when he started to cook and shook his butt, turning around to shoot Kris a shy smile before he turned his attention back to the pan in front of him.
Kris shook his leg as he ate his food, his attention split between Joonmyun’s nonchalant attitude and his aching dick.
It seemed like the longest breakfast he’d ever eaten and when he was done, Joonmyun cleared the table and went to wash the dishes. Kris grew tired of sitting down and he watched Joonmyun sink his hands into soapy dishwater.
The sleeves of his shirt kept coming unrolled and Joonmyun would huff in annoyance before he re-rolled them more tightly. The other man couldn’t split his attention anymore and decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. His hands ended up snaking around Joonmyun’s waist, drifting underneath the dress shirt before he gripped the man’s dick again and started to stroke him.
Joonmyun nearly dropped the dish back into the warm water, but he kept washing. His attention went to the sound of a drawer opening and he saw Kris pull out a bottle of lube with his free hand.
“Since when did you hide lube in the kitchen?” Joonmyun asked, his voice breathy when he felt Kris’s dick press between his ass cheeks. “Since last night. You could say I anticipated this. Wait till you see where I hid the others,” Joonmyun let out a flustered laugh and muttered something about making sure to get them all before the children came back.
“Don’t worry Joonie. I promise we’ll get to them all today. And if not, we have half of tomorrow too.” A shiver ran down Joonmyun’s spine and Kris grinded against him again as he continued to stroked him. It wasn’t enough to make him come, but Joonmyun was so turned on that he gave up on finishing the dishes. Instead he stuck his ass out, biting on his lower lip as Kris’s unoccupied hand set on preparing him, one finger at a time.
“If you’re going to fuck me, do it now,” Joonmyun mewled, his head bowing forward when Kris removed his fingers and replaced them with his dick.
The stretch was slow and made Joonmyun arch his back, his body taking a moment to re-acclimate to his husband’s girth. Kris’s grip on the other man’s waist tightened as he pushed inside of him slowly.
His hand never stopped stroking Joonmyun, though now he did so more quickly and tighter, making Joonmyun hiccup on his breaths and brace himself against the counter when Kris started moving his hips.
Between the sensation of his prostate being rocked into and Kris’s stroking, Joonmyun’s attempt to not come failed spectacularly so. Most of it was caught in Kris’s fist but some managed to get on the inside of Kris’s shirt. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to warn the man before it happened, so Kris was surprised when Joonmyun whimpered and tightened around him.
Instead of being disappointed, Joonmyun just laughed, not realizing that the vibrations went straight Kris’s dick and the man had to bite down on his tongue not to come right at that moment. He choked on his laughter when Kris sped up, his hips smacking into Joonmyun’s ass as he did so.
When Kris finally did come, he held Joonmyun close to him and breathed heavily into his neck, not caring that he’d probably smeared come on the man’s thigh. After all, they could always take another shower.
“That lasted all of ten minutes,” Kris chuckled, moving away once he’d recovered. Joonmyun turned around with a laugh and bright smile on his face. “That’s fine with me, I’d rather be in the bed if we’d gone any longer. Besides it has been a while since you bent me over a counter, it was a welcomed change.” Joonmyun’s words amused Kris and he grinned as he turned on the facet with his free hand and washed the stickiness off.
He extended a damp paper towel towards Joonmyun and he took it, wiping at his stomach and thigh. Once he was clean, Joonmyun started to unbutton the shirt he had on but Kris stopped him after two buttons and the garment hung off one of his shoulders.
In the midst of their lovemaking, the sleeves had come unrolled and hung far past Joonmyun’s hands, covering them completely. Kris stepped back and admired the sight of Joonmyun contemplating if he wanted to actually finish washing the dishes.
As entertaining as it was, Kris wanted to get back to what they were doing, so he walked past the man. Within five minutes, all the dishes were washed and placed on the drying rack next to the sink. Joonmyun watched him, amused by Kris’s initiative.
Kris reached for a nearby dishtowel and dried his hands then reached for his husband.
“As sexy as you look standing there in my shirt, I want to see you needy and begging for my dick in our bedroom,” Joonmyun’s cheeks darkened and he buried his face in Kris’s chest. When he moved closer to him, Kris’s dick twitched with interest against his thigh.
It only took ten minutes before Kris had his request in front of him, Joonmyun on his knees in their bed with his ass in the air, little gasping whines leaving his mouth while Kris probed him with his tongue. He didn’t even care about the bitter taste of the leftover lube and the ruminants of his release that flooded his taste buds. Instead he focused on the sound of Joonmyun’s mewls and the feeling of Joonmyun’s thighs quivering as he ate him out.
When Kris moved back, he saw Joonmyun’s arousal hanging heavy between his thighs, pointed upwards toward his stomach.
“What do you want? Ask me with your words.” Joonmyun let out another moan then he tried his best to gather coherent words.
“I want you in-inside—” Kris hummed as he lined himself up and moved forward, sliding inside of Joonmyun as the last word fell from his mouth. As a result, Joonmyun’s sentence ended with a drawn out moan.
As he moved his hips, Kris kneaded the soft flesh of Joonmyun’s ass, commenting on how cute and soft it was. Embarrassed moans fell from the other man’s mouth and he wiggled his hips, signaling that he wanted Kris to speed up.
“So demanding,” Kris muttered as he smacked Joonmyun’s ass and earned a surprised gasp. Joonmyun turned around with a playful glare, then his mouth stayed open when Kris complied with his silent request by increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
Joonmyun’s hands scrambled for things to hold on to when Kris focused on prodding at his prostate, his words becoming scrambled the more frantic Kris’s thrusts got. Before long the sound of skin smacking against skin filled the room and the springs of the bed creaked in protest. Joonmyun’s moans were no longer coherent when Kris reached around and took ahold of his erection, giving it a squeeze or two.
Every few thrusts, he’d give Joonmyun a few strokes, stopping when he felt the man’s ass flutter around him, signaling his impending orgasm.
The third time it happened, Joonmyun knocked Kris’s hand away and moved away, causing the man to fall away from him. As quickly as Kris had ever seen him move, his husband turned around to glare at him, no playfulness in the expression.
“Lay on your back,” The authoritative tone of Joonmyun’s command went straight to Kris’s dick and he complied.
On rare occasions, a demanding and bossy streak overtook Joonmyun’s usual personality and Kris lived for it. Sometimes these moments ended with his limbs bound to the bed or with Joonmyun sitting on his face and not moving until he couldn’t breathe, neither of which Kris complained about. Once Joonmyun had even bought a cheap BDSM starter kit, which lead to Joonmyun whipping him for nearly an hour until he came from the sensation alone.
That had certainly been a birthday where he’d learned something about himself.
The pace Joonmyun set was hard and quick, taking Kris’s breath away each time the man dropped down into his lap.
With his tongue poking from between his spit-slicked lips, his brow furrowed and his hands planted firmly on Kris’s chest, Joonmyun was a vision of deep concentration. Kris supposed that this was spurred on from his relentless teasing, but he wasn’t suffering. In fact, he was enjoying the ride.
Each time Kris tried to do something like wrap his hand around Joonmyun’s bouncing dick or grip his ass, his hands were slapped away and positioned back on Joonmyun’s hips. The shirt now stuck to Joonmyun’s body from the sweat and hung off his shoulder even more, revealing a lone nipple.
Kris considered himself a visual man and he knew that with any business trip he took in the future, when he felt lonely he’d picture Joonmyun panting as he slammed down into his lap with his favorite shirt hanging off his body. It would be more than enough to hold him until he could get back home.
The tight coil in his stomach was coming unraveled with each thrust and on one particular thrust, Kris reached up and gripped Joonmyun’s arm. He didn’t bat his hand away this time and kept moving, the muscles in his legs working overtime as he maintained his pace.
The older man came with a drawn out grunt and Joonmyun slowed a bit, milking Kris for every bit of his release. The sensitivity that followed after his orgasm made him let out an uncomfortable moan when Joonmyun finally came, untouched, squeezing around him tightly as his release splattered on Kris’s chest and neck, some even landing on his lip.
Joonmyun lay on top of him and struggled to catch his breath, a bright grin on his face. When Joonmyun reached to wipe the drop off his bottom lip, Kris gripped his wrist and licked it clean.
“You’re too much for me sometimes,” Joonmyun giggled, allowing Kris to suck his other fingers while he maintained eye contact.
“Says the man who just rode me like his life depended on it then came all over me,” Kris answered back, staring down at the drying drops of come that littered his body. Joonmyun rolled his eyes and hit him on the chest, his cheeks turning pink. He muttered something and Kris didn’t quite catch it so he poked Joonmyun in the thigh to make him say it again.
“Like you didn’t enjoy it,” Kris’s eyes widened and a wolfish grin spread across his face, entertained by Joonmyun’s comeback.
After the particularly strenuous round, Joonmyun and Kris agreed that they should take a break. They put on what could constitute as passible clothing and ordered takeout, lounging in the living room until it was delivered.
“It’s just like when we first got married,” Kris commented around a mouthful of pad thai. Joonmyun looked around the living room that was scattered with toys and scoffed “yeah, totally.”
In twenty minutes they polished off all the food and a few beers before they settled back down to watch a movie they’d missed in theatres.
Sometime between the middle of the movie, Kris’s hand wandered underneath the hem of Joonmyun’s t-shirt, tracing the raised skin where his stitches had been with the pad of his finger. His husband let out a light laugh and tried to squirm away, saying that the gesture tickled.
What was supposed to be a break descended into the start of round three when Kris’s hand slipped lower and stroked the soft, smooth skin just above Joonmyun’s dick. As a result, it stirred in interest and just that quickly they were back at it.
“Could you call that three months of sex? Because I think so,” Joonmyun asked as he dried his hair, standing in the middle of their bedroom in his bathrobe the next morning. Kris nodded as he walked out behind him, also clad in a bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.
They’d been in the midst of cleaning up the house when Kris’s phone rang. When he hung up, he told Joonmyun that his parents were on their way back with the kids. That encouraged them to clean a bit quicker, getting rid of any evidence that they’d acted like lazy, horny college students during the absence of their children.
“Daddy, papa?” Seoyeon called into the house, opening the door with her key.
Since the twins’ most recent birthday, they’d asked for more responsibility, so Kris gave them keys to the front door to let themselves in when they came home from school. So far they’d both kept up with them and Seungyeon had even gotten himself a key ring that was adorned with lizard key chains, all of which he claimed looked like Harry.
“We’re in our room sweetheart,” Joonmyun answered, pulling the freshly washed comforter straighter on the bed while Kris organized the pillows.
They’d finished just in time because Kris’s parents trailed into the house after Seungyeon, each of them holding a car seat carrier.
“The twins were all well behaved. Nothing like you when you were either age,” his mother remarked, examining the living room before she gave a satisfied hum and smiled at Joonmyun. He made sure to greet them both then reached to relieve them of the carriers because he knew they were heavy.
As soon Boyeon saw Joonmyun he smiled his gummy smile and reached out his fat arms, making various sounds expressing that he wanted to be held by him.
“Did you miss daddy?” Boyeon giggled then drooled on Joonmyun’s fresh shirt. Jiyeon watched the scene for a bit before she caught sight of Kris and did something similar in Kris’s direction. When the taller man picked her up out the seat, she grasped onto his shirt and lay face-first on his chest before she closed her eyes.
“I brought food. I know how busy poor Joonmyun is with the kids and his work,” Kris’s father said as he walked into the kitchen and sat down a plastic bed that was full of several containers of homemade food. Joonmyun balanced Boyeon on his hip before he walked over to Kris’s father and helped him put the stuff in the fridge.
While other people would’ve been offended that Kris’s parents felt the need to bring food each time they visited, Joonmyun welcomed it. In fact, he loved the fact that he wouldn’t have to cook for a least a week. It helped that Kris’s father was an excellent cook and everything he made was delicious and catered to even Seungyeon’s picky eating habits.
Boyeon happened to catch sight of the containers of food and started to struggle in Joonmyun’s hold, reaching for the one closest to him.
“Boyeon, you don’t even have teeth sweetheart. How are you going to eat meat?” The infant seemed to understand and giggled again, his eyes still on the food. Kris’s father walked forward pinched lightly at the baby’s cheeks before he smiled “that’s grandpa’s boy. He’s already got the Wu family appetite. If you keep it up kid, you’ll be as tall as your papa,” Boyeon fell into another fit of laughter, his small face scrunched up as his cheeks became wet with tears and drool dripped onto his duck laden bib.
Seungyeon wandered into the kitchen towards the end of the conversation and heard his grandfather’s words about Boyeon’s appetite. While at their grandparents’ house, they’d teased him lightly about not eating certain things, yet here was his grandfather praising a baby for wanting to eat something he could choke on.
“Don’t take it to heart, Grandpapa’s just playing with Boyeon. You’ll get taller. Even taller than Papa,” Seoyeon patted her brother on the shoulder then she poked him in the stomach “besides you’re taller than me now.”
It was true. In the three months since the twins had been born, Seungyeon had shot up three inches, surpassing Seoyeon by an inch. People had starting noticing and even the girl he had his eyes on, Mari, started sitting by him at lunch and talking to him. People didn’t tease him for being shorter than his younger sister now either. No matter what his grandfather thought, things were looking up for him.
“What are you so deep in thought for?” Kris asked, ruffling Seungyeon hair as Jiyeon slept soundlessly in Kris’s arms. “Nothing,” the boy mumbled, shuffling off to put his bag in his room.
When Joonmyun and Kris’s father were finished in the kitchen, they went back in the living room and Joonmyun sat Boyeon in the baby swing. So far, he hadn’t realized that the thing put him to sleep, so he was always glad to be put in it.
“Thank you so much for giving us this break. You don’t know how rested we are,” Joonmyun started as he and Kris walked the elder couple to the door. “It was our pleasure. With the twins’ busy schedule, we’re just glad we could see them. The babies were a joy too. It’s amazing that they sleep through the night at such a young age,” Kris’s mother gushed as she blew a kiss to Boyeon, who was well on his way to being put to sleep. They bent down to hug the older twins when they squoze between their parents and told everyone goodbye.
With his parents gone, Kris relaxed and went to put Boyeon in his crib.
“As much as I enjoyed our alone time, I missed the kids,” Joonmyun sighed as he sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. Seoyeon came wandering out her room and sat next to Joonmyun, snuggling into his side.
“Yeah,” Kris answered from next to him, Seungyeon sitting close to him. Since he’d hit his small growth spurt, he often acted as if he was too grown up to hug his fathers. When he laid his head on Kris’s arm, it seemed he was putting that aside. Kris smirked at the little boy and wound his arm around Seungyeon’s shoulder.
While Seoyeon recounted their weekend with their grandparents, Joonmyun and Kris listened closely, Kris occasionally nudging Seungyeon for further input. The man was determined not to let Seungyeon brood in silence, which was becoming frequent.
“She spent so much money,” Seungyeon groaned when Kris nudged him again, glaring at his sister. Seoyeon returned the glare and her lips formed into a pout.
“Like you didn’t ask them to buy you a new terrarium for Harry!” Joonmyun’s eyes widened in shock and he looked at Kris and Seungyeon. “Kris, those things are expensive. Your parents spoil them so much,” Kris turned his gaze on the older boy and he shrunk into the corner of the sofa.
“Grandma insisted when she found out I had a lizard!” At that moment, a high pitch wail came through on the speakers of the baby monitor and Joonmyun got up slowly, giving the twins a tired look. Their lively conversation had no doubt awakened the babies.
While he went to tend to the children, the twins continued to argue, going back and forth until Kris halted it.
“Okay, okay. We get it. Both of you had your share of fun this weekend, just agree to disagree right? Seungyeon, I know your sister loves to shop and buy expensive things. Seoyeon, I know your brother loves Harry so much he’d ask for a— vacation home of the sorts, for him. Let the topic rest okay? You’re daddy and I are fully aware of how spoiled the both of you are.” Both kids ceased to argue and they both looked at Kris with exasperated expressions on their face. They hated when he called them spoiled but he didn’t care. They were spoiled through and through, not that it was totally a bad thing.
“I’m not spoiled,” Seoyeon started and that made Seungyeon add his tidbit too, starting another argument.
Just like that, the house fell into its normal state of noise and chaos.