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hanhyuk | 48/100 | nc-17 | smut, bad language | 1,107
hyukjae is done with a fever, and his husband is more than willing to make him feel better.
“For the last time, I’m not sick!” Hyukjae crosses his arms over his chest, giving his husband a death glare as he enters their shared bedroom. He’s dressed casually that day-white, low V-neck cut shirt and classic blue jeans. He looks like a model, with those long legs and the muscled arms. The Chinaman smiles at his husband’s protests, landing a delicate kiss on Hyukjae’s head, smelling the classic strawberry shampoo. Hyukjae groans, rolling his eyes at the lovable gesture. Why does he always do that, especially when he wants to be mad at him? His nails dig into his triceps, biting down on his cheek.
“Stop fighting me, Hyukkie, you worked too hard for that asshole and now you have a fever. Let me take care of you,” his husband orders, putting down a white and purple bowl on their expensive, fluffy sheets. The bowl contains one of the Korean’s favorite foods-strawberries, perfectly cut and the top’s missing. Hyukjae’s eyes do another 360 roll, but he accepts his husband’s pleas and bites down on the red, juicy fruit when it’s pressed up against his lips. A smile appears on the Chinaman’s face.
“You look so cute!” He drags his finger down Hyukjae’s lips, taking the leaking juice. He sucks on his finger, smiling at the taste of strawberries and his husband. His eyes turn to slits as he fixes some of the Korean’s hair, squealing when Hyukjae looks away, humphing at his husband’s stupid fan-girling. He sometimes wonders how he ended up with such a weirdo in the first place, a model-like god and a workaholic usually don’t become good partners in life, but for some reason they’ve been together for four years now.
“Strawberries won’t get me every time,” Hyukjae adds, biting down on the red fruit in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks. The Chinaman smiles, revealing his perfect teeth. “It’s working for now, so I’ll stick to it.” Hyukjae hates the way it makes him sound, so he looks down at his bowl of strawberries, eating another strawberry as moving deeper into their sheets, lying in bed where his husband has locked him in.
His husband moved forward, setting the white bowl down on their bedside table. Hyukjae closed his eyes when his lips connected to that spot on his neck, sucking hard on the Korean’s neck. “Hangeng,” Hyukjae moaned, grasping the white sheets underneath him that were thrown away to reveal Hyukjae’s skinny legs. Hangeng inched closer, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and ended up on his collarbones, his hands massaging Hyukjae’s hips, his thumbs digging into the flesh next to the bone.
Hyukjae moaned again, his muscles getting tenser and tenser when Hangeng’s hot breath was right next to his ear. “Lemme teach you an ancient recipe for fevers,” he whispered, removing Hyuk’s white tank top and tossing it off somewhere while he rolled his hips. He grabbed Hyukjae’s hair, running his fingers through the red tips before kissing him straight on the lips, turning his head so that their lips could mesh together.
Hyukjae’s impatient hands reached up to throw off the blue jeans and white shirt that Hangeng wore, running his hands down the muscled body, running his fingertips down the abs of his husband. He smiled into the kiss, grabbing Hangeng’s shoulders and bringing him down further, so that Hangeng hovered over him predatorily. A smirk flickered over Hangeng’s lips before he leans down to kiss his husband’s hips, grabbing his sides when the younger starts wiggling. He kisses down to the waistband of his husband’s underwear, pulling at the waistband at his teeth before slinking it down.
The Chinaman’s teeth grazed over Hyukjae’s thigh before sucking on the tip, his tongue passing over the slit. Hyukjae wiggled, grabbing the covers. Impatiently, he grabbed the teasing Hangeng and pulled him up further, fucking his mouth as Hangeng’s tongue ran over his cock. Hangeng sucked, head bobbing, tasting his husband’s pre-cum in his lips and smiling at the taste. He lapped up the creamy white liquid, passing his tongue over the slit, humming and sending chills through Hyukjae’s spine. Thin hands grabbed his hair, bringing him farther and farther up Hyukjae’s cock by his hair, making him let out a small gag.
A muscle clenched and he felt Hyukjae’s fingers slip loose. Hangeng left Hyukjae’s erection with one, final lick, slipping his own boxers off to reveal his pulsing member-hard from just hearing his husband’s noises. He lay over him, kissing him on the lips and letting his hands roam free, up and down the younger’s chest, feeling the creases from his rib-cage and the bumps from his collarbones, that special freckle that only they knew about. They pulled apart for air, and Hangeng dipped his fingers gently into Hyuk’s mouth. He felt a tongue swirl around them, pulling the two fingers apart and coating them with saliva.
Fingers now slick, Hangeng slid up further, kissing Hyukjae, letting their tongues dance, as his fingers went down to spread apart his lover’s legs. A small squeak from Hyukjae’s lips was thrown away from their kiss, too hot and distracting because Hangeng was doing that thing with his lips that drugged him, made him want more. Hangeng slipped a finger in, Hyukjae moaned, biting down on his lover’s lip, so close to drawing blood. He stopped when Hangeng massaged his side, bringing the pain somewhere else. He slid another finger in, scissoring and opening the hole. Then a third joined, going deeper into Hyukjae’s ass as the Korean wriggled underneath him. “Shh,” he spoke into Hyukjae’s ear, licking the earlobe. He slipped the three fingers out and kissed Hyukjae on his cheek.
He pressed his tip to Hyukjae’s asshole, silencing him by a kiss when he finally entered. Hyukjae moaned, closing his eyes and pressing his hands into Hangeng’s back. Hangeng thrust in deeper, reaching in farther than his fingers could. “You okay?” Hangeng asks, pausing for a moment, but any suspicion is thrown away when Hyukjae thrusts, getting more of Hangeng in him. A smile breaks out onto the Chinaman’s face and he kisses his husband before thrusting in, drawing back, and then thrusting faster. Hyukjae screamed into the sky when his spot was reached, and Hangeng managed to hit it every time after it was reached.
Hyukjae climaxed, Hangeng climaxed not soon after. They fell onto the bed together, a mess of tired limbs, and a mess of smiling faces. Hangeng brought his lover closer, his chin on top of his head. “Your fever gone?”
“No you idiot-but I am feeling better.”
hanhyuk | 48/100 | nc-17 | smut, bad language | 1,107
hyukjae is done with a fever, and his husband is more than willing to make him feel better.
“For the last time, I’m not sick!” Hyukjae crosses his arms over his chest, giving his husband a death glare as he enters their shared bedroom. He’s dressed casually that day-white, low V-neck cut shirt and classic blue jeans. He looks like a model, with those long legs and the muscled arms. The Chinaman smiles at his husband’s protests, landing a delicate kiss on Hyukjae’s head, smelling the classic strawberry shampoo. Hyukjae groans, rolling his eyes at the lovable gesture. Why does he always do that, especially when he wants to be mad at him? His nails dig into his triceps, biting down on his cheek.
“Stop fighting me, Hyukkie, you worked too hard for that asshole and now you have a fever. Let me take care of you,” his husband orders, putting down a white and purple bowl on their expensive, fluffy sheets. The bowl contains one of the Korean’s favorite foods-strawberries, perfectly cut and the top’s missing. Hyukjae’s eyes do another 360 roll, but he accepts his husband’s pleas and bites down on the red, juicy fruit when it’s pressed up against his lips. A smile appears on the Chinaman’s face.
“You look so cute!” He drags his finger down Hyukjae’s lips, taking the leaking juice. He sucks on his finger, smiling at the taste of strawberries and his husband. His eyes turn to slits as he fixes some of the Korean’s hair, squealing when Hyukjae looks away, humphing at his husband’s stupid fan-girling. He sometimes wonders how he ended up with such a weirdo in the first place, a model-like god and a workaholic usually don’t become good partners in life, but for some reason they’ve been together for four years now.
“Strawberries won’t get me every time,” Hyukjae adds, biting down on the red fruit in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks. The Chinaman smiles, revealing his perfect teeth. “It’s working for now, so I’ll stick to it.” Hyukjae hates the way it makes him sound, so he looks down at his bowl of strawberries, eating another strawberry as moving deeper into their sheets, lying in bed where his husband has locked him in.
His husband moved forward, setting the white bowl down on their bedside table. Hyukjae closed his eyes when his lips connected to that spot on his neck, sucking hard on the Korean’s neck. “Hangeng,” Hyukjae moaned, grasping the white sheets underneath him that were thrown away to reveal Hyukjae’s skinny legs. Hangeng inched closer, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and ended up on his collarbones, his hands massaging Hyukjae’s hips, his thumbs digging into the flesh next to the bone.
Hyukjae moaned again, his muscles getting tenser and tenser when Hangeng’s hot breath was right next to his ear. “Lemme teach you an ancient recipe for fevers,” he whispered, removing Hyuk’s white tank top and tossing it off somewhere while he rolled his hips. He grabbed Hyukjae’s hair, running his fingers through the red tips before kissing him straight on the lips, turning his head so that their lips could mesh together.
Hyukjae’s impatient hands reached up to throw off the blue jeans and white shirt that Hangeng wore, running his hands down the muscled body, running his fingertips down the abs of his husband. He smiled into the kiss, grabbing Hangeng’s shoulders and bringing him down further, so that Hangeng hovered over him predatorily. A smirk flickered over Hangeng’s lips before he leans down to kiss his husband’s hips, grabbing his sides when the younger starts wiggling. He kisses down to the waistband of his husband’s underwear, pulling at the waistband at his teeth before slinking it down.
The Chinaman’s teeth grazed over Hyukjae’s thigh before sucking on the tip, his tongue passing over the slit. Hyukjae wiggled, grabbing the covers. Impatiently, he grabbed the teasing Hangeng and pulled him up further, fucking his mouth as Hangeng’s tongue ran over his cock. Hangeng sucked, head bobbing, tasting his husband’s pre-cum in his lips and smiling at the taste. He lapped up the creamy white liquid, passing his tongue over the slit, humming and sending chills through Hyukjae’s spine. Thin hands grabbed his hair, bringing him farther and farther up Hyukjae’s cock by his hair, making him let out a small gag.
A muscle clenched and he felt Hyukjae’s fingers slip loose. Hangeng left Hyukjae’s erection with one, final lick, slipping his own boxers off to reveal his pulsing member-hard from just hearing his husband’s noises. He lay over him, kissing him on the lips and letting his hands roam free, up and down the younger’s chest, feeling the creases from his rib-cage and the bumps from his collarbones, that special freckle that only they knew about. They pulled apart for air, and Hangeng dipped his fingers gently into Hyuk’s mouth. He felt a tongue swirl around them, pulling the two fingers apart and coating them with saliva.
Fingers now slick, Hangeng slid up further, kissing Hyukjae, letting their tongues dance, as his fingers went down to spread apart his lover’s legs. A small squeak from Hyukjae’s lips was thrown away from their kiss, too hot and distracting because Hangeng was doing that thing with his lips that drugged him, made him want more. Hangeng slipped a finger in, Hyukjae moaned, biting down on his lover’s lip, so close to drawing blood. He stopped when Hangeng massaged his side, bringing the pain somewhere else. He slid another finger in, scissoring and opening the hole. Then a third joined, going deeper into Hyukjae’s ass as the Korean wriggled underneath him. “Shh,” he spoke into Hyukjae’s ear, licking the earlobe. He slipped the three fingers out and kissed Hyukjae on his cheek.
He pressed his tip to Hyukjae’s asshole, silencing him by a kiss when he finally entered. Hyukjae moaned, closing his eyes and pressing his hands into Hangeng’s back. Hangeng thrust in deeper, reaching in farther than his fingers could. “You okay?” Hangeng asks, pausing for a moment, but any suspicion is thrown away when Hyukjae thrusts, getting more of Hangeng in him. A smile breaks out onto the Chinaman’s face and he kisses his husband before thrusting in, drawing back, and then thrusting faster. Hyukjae screamed into the sky when his spot was reached, and Hangeng managed to hit it every time after it was reached.
Hyukjae climaxed, Hangeng climaxed not soon after. They fell onto the bed together, a mess of tired limbs, and a mess of smiling faces. Hangeng brought his lover closer, his chin on top of his head. “Your fever gone?”
“No you idiot-but I am feeling better.”