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좋은 아침
(BangHim, nc-17. 1,831 words.)
The threads of sleep are still tugging at Himchan's conciousness when he opens his eyes, awoken by a pleasant warmth in his thighs. When his vision clears he sees the top of Yongguk's rumpled head of hair and it takes him a moment to realize that he's brushing his lips over his chest. Himchan lets out a little groan, half surprised and half annoyed that he's being woken up and then Yongguk looks up at him and gives him that adorable gummy smile and Himchan has trouble remembering why he was annoyed in the first place.
"Mornin' baby." Yongguk's low voice rumbles and Himchan can feel it where his lips are on his chest.
"Hey..." Himchan is still bleary with sleep and his voice is thick, groggy. He hears Yongguk chuckle and Himchan tries to take a few deep breaths as if it might wake him up. It doesn't really help.
A hand find it's way into Yongguk's messy hair as his lips take a trip up to his neck and suddenly Himchan's legs are spread wide as Yongguk slides between them, his big hands closing around him as they travel up his sides. He's naked, sleeps naked most nights, and Yongguk's t-shirt and boxers are soft against his skin. Himchan does amazing laundry and there is never a rough piece of fabric in the dorm when Himchan has his hand in the laundry and it's times like these that he gets to enjoy his own personal skill. He can't help but smirk a little as the soft bites Yongguk is leaving over his neck force him to turn his head for him.
"Didn't mean to wake you up, baby." Yongguk loves the way the word baby feels in his mouth. He likes to say it, likes the little puff of air it creates with each syllable; he's addicted to the way it tastes on his tongue. His lips brush against Himchan's neck until he tips his head back and he can nip at the soft patch of skin under his chin and it makes Himchan hum happily.
"M'not even sure I'm awake. Feels like a dream." Himchan is mostly still asleep so when he speaks he can barely even make sense of his own words. All he knows at that moment is how good it feels to be touched like this. The dregs of sleep are still in his blood and somehow he swears it makes his nerves spark more violently than when he's wide awake because with each brush of Yongguk's hands or tongue goosebumps explode over his skin and urge his thighs to fall wider apart.
Yongguk giggles close to his ear and nips gently at his earlobe as his hands grab at Himchan's slim hips, sliding towards his thighs so he can spread his legs more and wrap them around Yongguk's body like a belt. Yongguk has never been ahead of the trends but he's willing to make Himchan the new fashion. No one would be able to wear him better.
Himchan struggles to keep his eyes open as he locks his long legs around Yongguk's waist. He feels half drunk when he tries to reach up and wrap his arms around his shoulders too, laying his head back against this waterfall of kisses coming from the man on top of him. The wet spots he leaves cool quickly in the early morning air and Himchan lets out soft little sighs, completely at his whim. He's rocking back and forth from consciousness and into slumber every once in a while and he doesn't try to shake himself awake because there's something so sexy about this whole thing and even if he's nearly on autopilot he can still feel everything and the steady throb growing between his legs keeps him tied to the waking world just enough to enjoy this thoroughly. It's like Yongguk is touching him through a curtain and all Himchan can do is lay back and shudder through it.
There is a dominant streak to Himchan that would very much dislike the way he's acting in that moment. Himchan likes to be on top. He likes the fight for dominance but when he's just waking up and lazy like this he just can't fight the way Yongguk's rough hands have him melting under them.
He barely registers Yongguk slipping out of his clothes until his skin is hot against Himchan's own. He's wrapped around Yongguk like a blanket and when Yongguk slides two slick fingers into him he melts back into his pillows even more, hanging onto him for dear life. His lips part as he tries to take in a steadying breath. He's jolted a bit and less sleepy than before and now he feels more like he has a hangover. His head is heavy with the weight of his consciousness pouring back into his brain and he sighs, Yongguk's fingers start a steady thrust into his body and create a pleasant pressure with each brush against his insides.
Himchan wraps an arm around Yongguk's shoulders, hanging onto him as he slips another finger into him and curls them, pressing them into the spot he knows makes Himchan get bossy about touching again and again. He's rewarded with Himchan's long limbs tensing up and his hips rising, eyes rolling back a bit and then opening wildly. He sees Himchan break through the fog of sleepiness and gives him a smile, feeling the tightening of his arm around him.
"More, Yonggukie. More." Himchan's voice is still rough with sleep, low and sexy as it rumbles in his chest. Yongguk prods his prostate more and smiles as Himchan arches again, squirming under him at the flood of pleasure. "Come on, Yongguk...that's enough..." His legs move restlessly, curling around Yongguk and then falling apart as he tries to find purchase on the bed so he can roll his hips against Yongguk's fingers. He can't be sure how long Yongguk has had his fingers inside of him because his measure of time was all screwed up from being awoken so abruptly.
Yongguk could watch Himchan like this all morning if he could but there's a hot thud in his groin egging him on so he pulls his fingers out of him slowly, leaning down to kiss Himchan's lips sweetly. Himchan accepts his body between his legs easily, limbs wrapping around him and pulling him close as his mouth finds another. Himchan kisses him like he's never going to kiss him again. It's always like this. The both of them have a hot passion for everything they do (especially each other) and when they come together like this it creates somewhat of a thunderstorm. Sometimes it's rough and the burst of energy it creates sizzles around them and other times, such as this one, it's more like a gentle soaking of rain.
Yongguk slides into Himchan easily, a motion made smooth with the help of a good amount of lube and the time Yongguk spent coaxing him open with his fingers (that was a plus about surprising Himchan like this, getting him while he was easy to mold in his hands). One hand pulls Himchan's leg up by his thigh, gripping the flesh there as he braces himself above Himchan's head with the other. He looks down at Himchan against the sheets and licks his lips, gripping his thick thigh with one hand as his hips start a slow, steady rhythm.
Himchan's lips are parted as he lets out little broken sighs that turn into soft moans here and there. His skin is pale, still fresh from makeup in the morning; nearly blemish free except for the red kiss marks that Yongguk left up along his neck and jaw before he was even awake.
Yongguk's spine curves as he hunches over Himchan, a hand finding it's way to brush his hair back from his face. Himchan's eyes close at the gesture and his heart swells with the tenderness behind it, hands scrambling to hold onto Yongguk tighter, legs tightening around him to pull him in deeper.
He likes to watch Himchan like this. Himchan looks beautiful with his hair all fucked up by the pillow and his lips bitten red, parting as he gasps for breath and moans as he exhales. Yongguk will never tell Himchan he looks beautiful to his face (he did once and got punched in the shoulder) but he'll make up for it with telling it through his kisses, leaving burning hot scars against his mouth after they come down but for now he decides to hover above him and partake in appreciating this work of art under him.
Yongguk fucks him slowly but his movements have strength behind them, purposefully avoiding thrusting into Himchan's prostate to prolong the moment for the both of them. He drives into him with a practiced roll of his hips and anchors Himchan's hips in place with one firm hand on his hip. He murmurs softly as he moves inside of him, encouraging him, whispering dirty lines to him as he watches him slowly begin to unravel. Yongguk licks his lips, ready to devour him.
Himchan's orgasm starts as a hot rush into his belly. His thighs quiver and his back arches like a wave. His fingers curl into Yongguk's shoulders and his muscles clamp up hard until the fireball finally hits the atmosphere and explodes within Himchan's groin, coming between them in violent spasm. His entire body shudders and he barely utters a moan until his muscles start to relax, holding onto Yongguk now in fear that he might fall off of the cloud he's currently floating on. He doesn't speak a word until after Yongguk buries his face into the tight tendons of his neck and thrusts into him as he comes, the muscles in his back bowing as he shudders through the tail end of the race.
Himchan's body hums with pleasure all the way down to his toes. He keeps his body wrapped around Yongguk's and leans his face into his shoulder as he catches his breath. His lips brush soft kisses against his slightly moist skin and he moans once at the vestiges of his orgasm still sparking, like stars dying as they fall. He lets out a shuddering breath which sounds like his last but he is very much alive and smiling as he nuzzles against Yongguk's brown sugar skin. Yongguk smiles too as he's hidden against Himchan's porcelain throat, burning kiss scars against his skin in place of telling him just how gorgeous he is and how much he loves him and how he'd like to take him to the moon and give him the sky.
They lie like that, tangled up in each other, for a long time until Yongguk can be sure that his quaking legs won't give out on him. He leans back and smiles at him (it touches his eyes).
"Good mornin', baby."
(BangHim, nc-17. 1,831 words.)
The threads of sleep are still tugging at Himchan's conciousness when he opens his eyes, awoken by a pleasant warmth in his thighs. When his vision clears he sees the top of Yongguk's rumpled head of hair and it takes him a moment to realize that he's brushing his lips over his chest. Himchan lets out a little groan, half surprised and half annoyed that he's being woken up and then Yongguk looks up at him and gives him that adorable gummy smile and Himchan has trouble remembering why he was annoyed in the first place.
"Mornin' baby." Yongguk's low voice rumbles and Himchan can feel it where his lips are on his chest.
"Hey..." Himchan is still bleary with sleep and his voice is thick, groggy. He hears Yongguk chuckle and Himchan tries to take a few deep breaths as if it might wake him up. It doesn't really help.
A hand find it's way into Yongguk's messy hair as his lips take a trip up to his neck and suddenly Himchan's legs are spread wide as Yongguk slides between them, his big hands closing around him as they travel up his sides. He's naked, sleeps naked most nights, and Yongguk's t-shirt and boxers are soft against his skin. Himchan does amazing laundry and there is never a rough piece of fabric in the dorm when Himchan has his hand in the laundry and it's times like these that he gets to enjoy his own personal skill. He can't help but smirk a little as the soft bites Yongguk is leaving over his neck force him to turn his head for him.
"Didn't mean to wake you up, baby." Yongguk loves the way the word baby feels in his mouth. He likes to say it, likes the little puff of air it creates with each syllable; he's addicted to the way it tastes on his tongue. His lips brush against Himchan's neck until he tips his head back and he can nip at the soft patch of skin under his chin and it makes Himchan hum happily.
"M'not even sure I'm awake. Feels like a dream." Himchan is mostly still asleep so when he speaks he can barely even make sense of his own words. All he knows at that moment is how good it feels to be touched like this. The dregs of sleep are still in his blood and somehow he swears it makes his nerves spark more violently than when he's wide awake because with each brush of Yongguk's hands or tongue goosebumps explode over his skin and urge his thighs to fall wider apart.
Yongguk giggles close to his ear and nips gently at his earlobe as his hands grab at Himchan's slim hips, sliding towards his thighs so he can spread his legs more and wrap them around Yongguk's body like a belt. Yongguk has never been ahead of the trends but he's willing to make Himchan the new fashion. No one would be able to wear him better.
Himchan struggles to keep his eyes open as he locks his long legs around Yongguk's waist. He feels half drunk when he tries to reach up and wrap his arms around his shoulders too, laying his head back against this waterfall of kisses coming from the man on top of him. The wet spots he leaves cool quickly in the early morning air and Himchan lets out soft little sighs, completely at his whim. He's rocking back and forth from consciousness and into slumber every once in a while and he doesn't try to shake himself awake because there's something so sexy about this whole thing and even if he's nearly on autopilot he can still feel everything and the steady throb growing between his legs keeps him tied to the waking world just enough to enjoy this thoroughly. It's like Yongguk is touching him through a curtain and all Himchan can do is lay back and shudder through it.
There is a dominant streak to Himchan that would very much dislike the way he's acting in that moment. Himchan likes to be on top. He likes the fight for dominance but when he's just waking up and lazy like this he just can't fight the way Yongguk's rough hands have him melting under them.
He barely registers Yongguk slipping out of his clothes until his skin is hot against Himchan's own. He's wrapped around Yongguk like a blanket and when Yongguk slides two slick fingers into him he melts back into his pillows even more, hanging onto him for dear life. His lips part as he tries to take in a steadying breath. He's jolted a bit and less sleepy than before and now he feels more like he has a hangover. His head is heavy with the weight of his consciousness pouring back into his brain and he sighs, Yongguk's fingers start a steady thrust into his body and create a pleasant pressure with each brush against his insides.
Himchan wraps an arm around Yongguk's shoulders, hanging onto him as he slips another finger into him and curls them, pressing them into the spot he knows makes Himchan get bossy about touching again and again. He's rewarded with Himchan's long limbs tensing up and his hips rising, eyes rolling back a bit and then opening wildly. He sees Himchan break through the fog of sleepiness and gives him a smile, feeling the tightening of his arm around him.
"More, Yonggukie. More." Himchan's voice is still rough with sleep, low and sexy as it rumbles in his chest. Yongguk prods his prostate more and smiles as Himchan arches again, squirming under him at the flood of pleasure. "Come on, Yongguk...that's enough..." His legs move restlessly, curling around Yongguk and then falling apart as he tries to find purchase on the bed so he can roll his hips against Yongguk's fingers. He can't be sure how long Yongguk has had his fingers inside of him because his measure of time was all screwed up from being awoken so abruptly.
Yongguk could watch Himchan like this all morning if he could but there's a hot thud in his groin egging him on so he pulls his fingers out of him slowly, leaning down to kiss Himchan's lips sweetly. Himchan accepts his body between his legs easily, limbs wrapping around him and pulling him close as his mouth finds another. Himchan kisses him like he's never going to kiss him again. It's always like this. The both of them have a hot passion for everything they do (especially each other) and when they come together like this it creates somewhat of a thunderstorm. Sometimes it's rough and the burst of energy it creates sizzles around them and other times, such as this one, it's more like a gentle soaking of rain.
Yongguk slides into Himchan easily, a motion made smooth with the help of a good amount of lube and the time Yongguk spent coaxing him open with his fingers (that was a plus about surprising Himchan like this, getting him while he was easy to mold in his hands). One hand pulls Himchan's leg up by his thigh, gripping the flesh there as he braces himself above Himchan's head with the other. He looks down at Himchan against the sheets and licks his lips, gripping his thick thigh with one hand as his hips start a slow, steady rhythm.
Himchan's lips are parted as he lets out little broken sighs that turn into soft moans here and there. His skin is pale, still fresh from makeup in the morning; nearly blemish free except for the red kiss marks that Yongguk left up along his neck and jaw before he was even awake.
Yongguk's spine curves as he hunches over Himchan, a hand finding it's way to brush his hair back from his face. Himchan's eyes close at the gesture and his heart swells with the tenderness behind it, hands scrambling to hold onto Yongguk tighter, legs tightening around him to pull him in deeper.
He likes to watch Himchan like this. Himchan looks beautiful with his hair all fucked up by the pillow and his lips bitten red, parting as he gasps for breath and moans as he exhales. Yongguk will never tell Himchan he looks beautiful to his face (he did once and got punched in the shoulder) but he'll make up for it with telling it through his kisses, leaving burning hot scars against his mouth after they come down but for now he decides to hover above him and partake in appreciating this work of art under him.
Yongguk fucks him slowly but his movements have strength behind them, purposefully avoiding thrusting into Himchan's prostate to prolong the moment for the both of them. He drives into him with a practiced roll of his hips and anchors Himchan's hips in place with one firm hand on his hip. He murmurs softly as he moves inside of him, encouraging him, whispering dirty lines to him as he watches him slowly begin to unravel. Yongguk licks his lips, ready to devour him.
Himchan's orgasm starts as a hot rush into his belly. His thighs quiver and his back arches like a wave. His fingers curl into Yongguk's shoulders and his muscles clamp up hard until the fireball finally hits the atmosphere and explodes within Himchan's groin, coming between them in violent spasm. His entire body shudders and he barely utters a moan until his muscles start to relax, holding onto Yongguk now in fear that he might fall off of the cloud he's currently floating on. He doesn't speak a word until after Yongguk buries his face into the tight tendons of his neck and thrusts into him as he comes, the muscles in his back bowing as he shudders through the tail end of the race.
Himchan's body hums with pleasure all the way down to his toes. He keeps his body wrapped around Yongguk's and leans his face into his shoulder as he catches his breath. His lips brush soft kisses against his slightly moist skin and he moans once at the vestiges of his orgasm still sparking, like stars dying as they fall. He lets out a shuddering breath which sounds like his last but he is very much alive and smiling as he nuzzles against Yongguk's brown sugar skin. Yongguk smiles too as he's hidden against Himchan's porcelain throat, burning kiss scars against his skin in place of telling him just how gorgeous he is and how much he loves him and how he'd like to take him to the moon and give him the sky.
They lie like that, tangled up in each other, for a long time until Yongguk can be sure that his quaking legs won't give out on him. He leans back and smiles at him (it touches his eyes).
"Good mornin', baby."