Story in the Making [28/?]
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After the date that night, Youngjae still couldn’t exactly say that he was all that sure about their relationship, at least not only after Daehyun had bought him dinner and taken him shopping-usual things they did anyways, but it wasn’t like they could really do date-y things anyways. Despite not being well-known in Japan, he didn’t want to take that risk of looking suspicious if they did more than just walk around and sight-see. And so when they got back to the hotel, he set his bag in his suitcase and stayed silent as he had for most of the day.
Daehyun had entered into the room after Youngjae, watching the man with a smile settling on his lips just as he slipped out of his shoes. He had, of course, noticed Youngjae’s odd demeanor throughout the day, but he didn’t think that it was anything to be worried about, especially not since they were back at the hotel and in private finally.
“I ate so much, I feel like I’m going to explode.” Daehyun complained while he plopped himself down on the edge of the bed. He gave a yawn and looked to his friend, reaching out and settling his hand on Youngjae’s hips to bring him close-but slowly and with a soft smile. He wanted the younger man closer and he wanted to feel him as they’d been too shy for any public affections and he wanted to change that.
Youngjae wasn’t on the same page as the elder man. He was lost in his thoughts and wondering constantly what it was that was expected of him at that moment and what it was that Daehyun might want. Did Daehyun want anything? He was brought in close and he felt that that was the sign for something specific and he shouldn’t think anything else was wanted from him at that moment.
Daehyun’s fingers curled around the hips of his boyfriend, glancing up to his beautiful feature and smiling at him contently. Before he could think to help himself, he leaned forward to press his face against Youngjae’s stomach, nuzzling in it gently and yet that only seemed to solidify Youngjae’s fear, meaning that he could only do one thing.
Without further ado, he began finger the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his form despite there being a distinct lack of desire in his gaze and an obvious unwillingness.
“Jae…?” Daehyun inquired softly, not liking the look in Youngjae’s eye and how he didn’t look anything like he had the night before. He had thought that they’d return and cuddle maybe, watch some stupid shows together or just…talk like they once did before all these problems arose in their friendship-now relationship. His fingers ran over the other man’s now bare sides, touching gently to soothe him.
Obviously, Youngjae had no idea what was expected of him, or what was wanted at that moment. All he did know was that he should do this for the sake of making Daehyun happy. He didn’t feel coerced or obligated, but he felt that he could do this if it was something desired. He wouldn’t think it asking too much in any sort of way. Youngjae felt that he could give Daehyun this part of himself and it’d be okay because he was sure that eventually he’d want to have sex. Obviously, he was just very unsure of himself.
“Y-yeah, Mister?” He brought Daehyun’s hands from his sides to touch the fastenings of his jeans instead to signify that he could undo them.
“You don’t want to have sex.” Daehyun stated quite clearly. It made him feel strange uncomfortable to see Youngjae looking so awkward with him, seeing the flesh be unwillingly bared to him and he didn’t think he liked it at all. He didn’t go forward with the opportunity to strip his boyfriend, instead waiting for Youngjae to come to his senses and not feel like he was being pressured into this-because he wasn’t.
“That’s not it!” He was quick to defend himself. His fingers moved to touch his boyfriend’s shoulders, but his gaze dropped as he looked every bit as guilty as a child who’d been caught in the cookie jar one too many times. “I just want things to be right for you…I’ve made you wait for so long.” There was obvious regret in his tone and the presence of it shocked Daehyun.
“Jae…I wasn’t waiting for sex; I was waiting for you.” His hands moved further around Youngjae and brought the man closer, looking to him with love and doting adoration in his eyes. “And I have you. I have you whether we’re having sex or whether we’re watching television or whether we’re walking through Shibuya buying clothes or having ramen for dinner. I have you while we’re sitting here right now.” His tone was gentle and he was gently guiding Youngjae into his lap, surprised and wary as the man then straddled him, but he didn’t let that keep him from saying what needed to be said. “We should never have sex just because you think you need to keep me satisfied. We should have sex because we want to have sex. There’s nothing about duty or responsibility, and you don’t need to sacrifice yourself for that. You don’t need to offer yourself to me like an object.”
Even though Daehyun wasn’t aware, all of this was so new to Youngjae. This desire wasn’t something he was familiar with and while he wasn’t exactly feeling the desire at the moment, he was sure that it was something he should be feeling. He’d obviously never been in a relationship, never had those feelings for someone, and while he wasn’t one to compromise himself for anyone, he truly did not want to be left.
The younger one looked genuinely troubled as Daehyun began to speak and he wasn’t sure if what he was saying was the truth or not, much like that morning because he just isn’t sure what would be right or wrong or what he should think is appropriate for any reason.
“So…we…we don’t have to have sex tonight?” He swallowed thickly, smiled sadly, and didn’t meet Daehyun’s gaze.
The fact that Youngjae thought he had to ask that questioned concerned Daehyun and sent his mind reeling. Had Youngjae been taught that a woman should always offer her body to her man whether she wanted to or not? Did Youngjae think that since Daehyun had dominated him the night before that made Youngjae the nonsense concept of the ‘woman’ in their relationship? That made him feel concerned. He was also concerned at the fact that he was being straddled at this point, but he didn’t linger on it much.
“No, we don’t have to have sex tonight,” Daehyun finally replied, his hand cupping Youngjae’s round cheek. “We never have to have sex, Jae. If you tell me right now that you love me and you want me to be your boyfriend but you never want to have sex again, I would be okay with that. It is never your obligation to have sex with me, baby…never. You never need to be embarrassed or feel like it is some kind of duty. I love having sex with you and last night was incredible, but I would never ever want you pressured into that. Never.” He took a breath in his monologue to brush his fingers over Youngjae’s back and to bring him closer. “If you would like, my love, we don’t even need to share a bed. If you don’t want things to go too fast. Though…” He paused while his fingers moved to touch the pudgy sides of his boyfriend, “I would love to hold you.”
Youngjae never wanted Daehyun to know just how little about relationships that he knew because it would then lead to having to tell Daehyun his deepest secret and he was obviously not too keen on doing that…ever. It was all just so confusing because he knew that he wasn’t the ‘woman’ in the relationship, but neither was Daehyun and with all his thoughts being inexperienced and just generally unsure, he didn’t know what it was that he should do or expect of himself. All of these thoughts are suddenly cut short when he realizes something that had otherwise been skimmed over.
“Wait...’my love’? You…love me?”
The shock that was shared between them was felt more by Daehyun as he feels his heart nearly stop in his chest as the one thing that had no relevance to what he had been saying was pointed out and he couldn’t believe that that was what Youngjae was focusing on. Daehyun didn’t feel romantically in love with the other, but… “No,” was his quick reply that caused a frown to form on his face. “Wait, yes…yes, but no…but I mean…” He sighed and tried to find the words while Youngjae looked up at him expectantly, a small smirk upon his lips as he felt happy.
With Youngjae still in his lap, he slowly moved the man to the bed, laying him down and letting his body hover over his in the intimate way that it nearly had last night and yet it was far more comfortable for Youngjae. He didn’t feel tense or scared, simply watching and waiting. “You love me.”
There was an amusement in his eyes that were just so teasing. “I love you, Youngjae, and I have loved you for a long time as my best friend, but…more recently I’ve been falling in love with you and…” He shook his head, giving a small shrug before he continued, “this goes two ways. We please one another. We give one another what each other wants.” There’s another small pause before Daehyun continued, “Especially when it comes to sex, I never want you to push yourself to please me. I couldn’t do that to you.”
Youngjae looked up at the man who was above him and couldn’t help but feel closer to him and actually feel a stirring of arousal in his groin. He didn’t know what it was about the words that Daehyun was speaking to him, or what about the things that he was saying helped move him to such a physical state, but the fact that the words were being spoken to begin with were really all that mattered.
Daehyun would be lying if he said he didn’t want to have sex, but he would also be lying if he said he would do anything to have sex. While that may be the case in some ways, if Youngjae expressed that he didn’t want to have sex, Daehyun would be perfectly content just holding his Precious Boy in his arms. But when he felt Youngjae’s hips shift beneath his and felt the pressure of an arousal he’d not yet been given the opportunity to become familiar with…his eyes dilated with lust and he was barely restraining himself from pressing back.
“I’m okay now.” Youngjae’s voice was low and husky and there was a bit of arousal that was evident and Daehyun understood what it was Youngjae was proclaiming he was ready for.
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After the date that night, Youngjae still couldn’t exactly say that he was all that sure about their relationship, at least not only after Daehyun had bought him dinner and taken him shopping-usual things they did anyways, but it wasn’t like they could really do date-y things anyways. Despite not being well-known in Japan, he didn’t want to take that risk of looking suspicious if they did more than just walk around and sight-see. And so when they got back to the hotel, he set his bag in his suitcase and stayed silent as he had for most of the day.
Daehyun had entered into the room after Youngjae, watching the man with a smile settling on his lips just as he slipped out of his shoes. He had, of course, noticed Youngjae’s odd demeanor throughout the day, but he didn’t think that it was anything to be worried about, especially not since they were back at the hotel and in private finally.
“I ate so much, I feel like I’m going to explode.” Daehyun complained while he plopped himself down on the edge of the bed. He gave a yawn and looked to his friend, reaching out and settling his hand on Youngjae’s hips to bring him close-but slowly and with a soft smile. He wanted the younger man closer and he wanted to feel him as they’d been too shy for any public affections and he wanted to change that.
Youngjae wasn’t on the same page as the elder man. He was lost in his thoughts and wondering constantly what it was that was expected of him at that moment and what it was that Daehyun might want. Did Daehyun want anything? He was brought in close and he felt that that was the sign for something specific and he shouldn’t think anything else was wanted from him at that moment.
Daehyun’s fingers curled around the hips of his boyfriend, glancing up to his beautiful feature and smiling at him contently. Before he could think to help himself, he leaned forward to press his face against Youngjae’s stomach, nuzzling in it gently and yet that only seemed to solidify Youngjae’s fear, meaning that he could only do one thing.
Without further ado, he began finger the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his form despite there being a distinct lack of desire in his gaze and an obvious unwillingness.
“Jae…?” Daehyun inquired softly, not liking the look in Youngjae’s eye and how he didn’t look anything like he had the night before. He had thought that they’d return and cuddle maybe, watch some stupid shows together or just…talk like they once did before all these problems arose in their friendship-now relationship. His fingers ran over the other man’s now bare sides, touching gently to soothe him.
Obviously, Youngjae had no idea what was expected of him, or what was wanted at that moment. All he did know was that he should do this for the sake of making Daehyun happy. He didn’t feel coerced or obligated, but he felt that he could do this if it was something desired. He wouldn’t think it asking too much in any sort of way. Youngjae felt that he could give Daehyun this part of himself and it’d be okay because he was sure that eventually he’d want to have sex. Obviously, he was just very unsure of himself.
“Y-yeah, Mister?” He brought Daehyun’s hands from his sides to touch the fastenings of his jeans instead to signify that he could undo them.
“You don’t want to have sex.” Daehyun stated quite clearly. It made him feel strange uncomfortable to see Youngjae looking so awkward with him, seeing the flesh be unwillingly bared to him and he didn’t think he liked it at all. He didn’t go forward with the opportunity to strip his boyfriend, instead waiting for Youngjae to come to his senses and not feel like he was being pressured into this-because he wasn’t.
“That’s not it!” He was quick to defend himself. His fingers moved to touch his boyfriend’s shoulders, but his gaze dropped as he looked every bit as guilty as a child who’d been caught in the cookie jar one too many times. “I just want things to be right for you…I’ve made you wait for so long.” There was obvious regret in his tone and the presence of it shocked Daehyun.
“Jae…I wasn’t waiting for sex; I was waiting for you.” His hands moved further around Youngjae and brought the man closer, looking to him with love and doting adoration in his eyes. “And I have you. I have you whether we’re having sex or whether we’re watching television or whether we’re walking through Shibuya buying clothes or having ramen for dinner. I have you while we’re sitting here right now.” His tone was gentle and he was gently guiding Youngjae into his lap, surprised and wary as the man then straddled him, but he didn’t let that keep him from saying what needed to be said. “We should never have sex just because you think you need to keep me satisfied. We should have sex because we want to have sex. There’s nothing about duty or responsibility, and you don’t need to sacrifice yourself for that. You don’t need to offer yourself to me like an object.”
Even though Daehyun wasn’t aware, all of this was so new to Youngjae. This desire wasn’t something he was familiar with and while he wasn’t exactly feeling the desire at the moment, he was sure that it was something he should be feeling. He’d obviously never been in a relationship, never had those feelings for someone, and while he wasn’t one to compromise himself for anyone, he truly did not want to be left.
The younger one looked genuinely troubled as Daehyun began to speak and he wasn’t sure if what he was saying was the truth or not, much like that morning because he just isn’t sure what would be right or wrong or what he should think is appropriate for any reason.
“So…we…we don’t have to have sex tonight?” He swallowed thickly, smiled sadly, and didn’t meet Daehyun’s gaze.
The fact that Youngjae thought he had to ask that questioned concerned Daehyun and sent his mind reeling. Had Youngjae been taught that a woman should always offer her body to her man whether she wanted to or not? Did Youngjae think that since Daehyun had dominated him the night before that made Youngjae the nonsense concept of the ‘woman’ in their relationship? That made him feel concerned. He was also concerned at the fact that he was being straddled at this point, but he didn’t linger on it much.
“No, we don’t have to have sex tonight,” Daehyun finally replied, his hand cupping Youngjae’s round cheek. “We never have to have sex, Jae. If you tell me right now that you love me and you want me to be your boyfriend but you never want to have sex again, I would be okay with that. It is never your obligation to have sex with me, baby…never. You never need to be embarrassed or feel like it is some kind of duty. I love having sex with you and last night was incredible, but I would never ever want you pressured into that. Never.” He took a breath in his monologue to brush his fingers over Youngjae’s back and to bring him closer. “If you would like, my love, we don’t even need to share a bed. If you don’t want things to go too fast. Though…” He paused while his fingers moved to touch the pudgy sides of his boyfriend, “I would love to hold you.”
Youngjae never wanted Daehyun to know just how little about relationships that he knew because it would then lead to having to tell Daehyun his deepest secret and he was obviously not too keen on doing that…ever. It was all just so confusing because he knew that he wasn’t the ‘woman’ in the relationship, but neither was Daehyun and with all his thoughts being inexperienced and just generally unsure, he didn’t know what it was that he should do or expect of himself. All of these thoughts are suddenly cut short when he realizes something that had otherwise been skimmed over.
“Wait...’my love’? You…love me?”
The shock that was shared between them was felt more by Daehyun as he feels his heart nearly stop in his chest as the one thing that had no relevance to what he had been saying was pointed out and he couldn’t believe that that was what Youngjae was focusing on. Daehyun didn’t feel romantically in love with the other, but… “No,” was his quick reply that caused a frown to form on his face. “Wait, yes…yes, but no…but I mean…” He sighed and tried to find the words while Youngjae looked up at him expectantly, a small smirk upon his lips as he felt happy.
With Youngjae still in his lap, he slowly moved the man to the bed, laying him down and letting his body hover over his in the intimate way that it nearly had last night and yet it was far more comfortable for Youngjae. He didn’t feel tense or scared, simply watching and waiting. “You love me.”
There was an amusement in his eyes that were just so teasing. “I love you, Youngjae, and I have loved you for a long time as my best friend, but…more recently I’ve been falling in love with you and…” He shook his head, giving a small shrug before he continued, “this goes two ways. We please one another. We give one another what each other wants.” There’s another small pause before Daehyun continued, “Especially when it comes to sex, I never want you to push yourself to please me. I couldn’t do that to you.”
Youngjae looked up at the man who was above him and couldn’t help but feel closer to him and actually feel a stirring of arousal in his groin. He didn’t know what it was about the words that Daehyun was speaking to him, or what about the things that he was saying helped move him to such a physical state, but the fact that the words were being spoken to begin with were really all that mattered.
Daehyun would be lying if he said he didn’t want to have sex, but he would also be lying if he said he would do anything to have sex. While that may be the case in some ways, if Youngjae expressed that he didn’t want to have sex, Daehyun would be perfectly content just holding his Precious Boy in his arms. But when he felt Youngjae’s hips shift beneath his and felt the pressure of an arousal he’d not yet been given the opportunity to become familiar with…his eyes dilated with lust and he was barely restraining himself from pressing back.
“I’m okay now.” Youngjae’s voice was low and husky and there was a bit of arousal that was evident and Daehyun understood what it was Youngjae was proclaiming he was ready for.
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