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“Yeowoon-ah, are you asleep?” Myungha whispered.
There was silence following his question. He almost thought that Yeowoon had actually fallen asleep until he rolled over to face him, tucking his arm beneath his head and sleepily blinking open his eyes.
“No,” he said in a voice that didn’t sound very convincing.
Myungha smiled at him softly, full of love. He clearly had been on the brink of sleep, but he wasn’t going to tell him to just go back to sleep when he’d fought his drowsiness to turn his attention to him.
“What is it, Hyung?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
He just shook his head. He lifted his hand to card through Yeowoon’s hair, bringing his hand back to rest at the edge of his jaw, caressing his cheek with his thumb as he just stared at him in silence.
A pout formed on Yeowoon lips.
Myungha couldn’t help but kiss the pout off his lips, raising himself only far enough off the mattress to close the gap between them. It was just a chaste, firm press of lips against his. He pulled back as quickly as their lips had touched, but dipped back to kiss him two more times before dropping his head back against his pillow.
That apparently wasn’t enough for Yeowoon, because he immediately pushed himself up, using his elbow to prop himself up as he leaned over Myungha and ducked down to connect their lips again. His kiss was missing the chasteness that Myungha had initiated with, replaced with something loving and languid.
Myungha’s hand rose up to cradle Yeowoon’s jaw as they continued to kiss, shifting under him before he started to lift his head off the pillow. Yeowoon moved with him until they were both sitting up, still connected by the mouth, Myunha’s hand having slid down to rest at the base of Yeowoon’s neck as Yeowoon’s fingers brushed against Myungha’s hip.
Myungha was the one to break the kiss, having to pull further away from Yeowoon than he would’ve liked, but he knew that if he didn’t Yeowoon would try to chase after his mouth and reconnect their lips. And who would he be, to not immediately give in and indulge his boyfriend? He’d really have no choice, so putting space between them it was. At least from this distance he got to look at Yeowoon’s entire face, admire the still sleep-rumpled softness of him before an impish grin slid across Myungha’s lips.
His hand moved from Yeowoon’s neck down to his chest in one quick motion, his other hand raising up immediately to mirror it on the other side so that he could push him flat onto his back, not giving him any sort of warning.
Yeowoon just stared up at him with a dumbfounded expression on his face as his brain processed what had just happened and could only watch as Myungha grin widened as he climbed onto his lap. He leaned down to kiss him again, his hands slipping under the hem of his shirt and moving higher the closer he got to reaching Yeowoon’s lips.
“Hyung,” Yeowoon whispered harshly, putting his hands on Myungha’s wrists to stop them from going any higher. “Your grandmother’s sleeping in the other room.”
Stopped just short of his mouth, Myungha whispered back, “we can stop if you want to.”
He stared straight up at Myungha as he shook his head.
“We can just do this,” he said, grinding his hips down onto Yeowoon’s lap. A soft gasp left Yeowoon’s lips, something Myungha could just barely feel on his face. “We’ll just have to be quiet.”
Yeowoon visibly turned a bit pinker, but he nodded and reached up to pull Myungha’s face down to close the gap between them, kissing him once again. He licked into Myungha’s mouth as Myungha’s hands roved even higher up his chest, purposefully feeling him up a little – he couldn’t help it, not when his boyfriend had started to work out his upper body more in addition to extra track and field training – before he purposefully rocked his hips, swallowing the sound that the action caused Yeowoon to make.
They kept at it, Myungha grinding against Yeowoon and Yeowoon fervidly kissing Myungha, until Myungha had to extract himself from Yeowoon’s grip so he could sit up and pull his shirt off over his head, too warm with all the activity going on.
Yeowoon’s hands were instantly on him, sliding across the bare skin of his stomach to take hold of his waist. Myungha adjusted his position on top of him and started to move again, Yeowoon helping to pull him along once he found a good rhythm, unable to take his eyes off of him.
He kept watching, marveling at his boyfriend while trying his best to suppress the sounds that were trying to claw their way out of his throat before he decided that he couldn’t let Myungha pull in all of the work.
He gripped Myungha’s hips to keep him in place for a short moment and proceeded to roll them over, pressing Myungha into the mattress as he settled between his legs. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dove down to press his lips to Myungha’s neck, mouth at it as he took over the grinding together of their hips. It took him a little bit to find his own rhythm, but once he did Myungha had to cover his own mouth with his hand to stop himself from making too much noise.
When Yeowoon really got the hang of it and sped up, Myungha had to bury his face into Yeowoon’s shoulder, which only encouraged him to put more force behind his movements. Myungha dug his fingers into Yeowoon’s back through his shirt, his other hand moving to pull at Yeowoon’s hair as he kept mouthing at his neck.
Abruptly, Yeowoon’s rhythm fell off kilter and his hips stuttered to a halt. He stayed hunched over in Myungha’s grip, panting against his neck.
Myungha loosened his hold on him. “Did you just–” he asked.
Yeowoon nodded, sitting back upright with his chest still heaving and flushed from his face all the way down beneath the collar of his shirt. “Sorry,” he exhaled.
Myungha shook his head. That was the whole point of what they were doing, wasn’t it? “It’s okay,” he assured him. He took his hands back from Yeowoon and moved like he was going to reach for his nightstand, to grab tissues to clean him up with. “We should–”
Yeowoon grabbed his wrist, stopping him from reaching for the tissues. “No,” he said quickly, before adding on, “you too, first.”
He let go of his wrist to reach between them, pressing his hand against the front of Myungha’s shorts where his hardon was visibly straining against the fabric. Myungha sucked in a breath through his teeth. He moved his hand to put it over Yeowoon’s, holding it in place as he rocked up into his palm.
Yeowoon’s thoughts turned to static, momentarily losing his train of thought at the sight and sensation of Myungha using his hand to get himself off – if he hadn’t just come, he probably would’ve come again right then and there. Yeowoon had intended to jerk him off, but he wasn’t about to stop Myungha from doing whatever he wanted. That being said, he couldn’t really be of much help with Myungha keeping his hand in place, so instead he dove back down to mouth at his neck again, this time on the other side.
Myungha’s free hand moved to the nape of Yeowoon’s neck, fingers sliding into his hair. It wasn’t very long before he was curling his fingers into the strands and coming in his pants, just like Yeowoon had.
He panted into the open air, trying to catch his breath for a moment before he tugged on Yeowoon’s hair, pulling him away from where he was still trying to mark up his neck so that he could connect their lips in a tender kiss. They were both a mess, but kept kissing and kissing and kissing until Yeowoon had to practice a little bit of self-restraint and pry himself off of Myungha so they could clean up, instead of continuing to kiss him like he so very much wanted to.
Myungha clearly shared the same sentiment, Yeowoon having to drag him into an upright sitting position and dodge kisses as they crawled out of bed and cleaned each other up, changing into fresh sleep clothes before slipping back into bed.
Yeowoon wrapped his arms around Myungha and pressed his face into the back of his neck, exhaling, “love you.”
“Love you, too,” he answered, lifting Yeowoon’s hand to press a kiss to his knuckles.