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One thing about them is that they will always come to each other’s arms when they’re feeling down or tired.
Or when they just want to feel the warmth of their bodies, and breathe in the same air while listening to their heartbeats sync in complete silence.
Another thing is that they will always know when the other is feeling a bit off. No words are needed, just a brief glance and that’s how they know they need each other.
In all these years being together, they learned how to read each other—how to make each other feel good, what they do and do not like.
They know each other through and through.
And that’s how Noeul knew at first glance that his boyfriend needed him.
Noeul didn’t say anything about the dark bags under his boyfriend’s eyes, nor the obvious exhaustion that emerged from his body when he came home that night.
The only thing he said was:
“Don’t worry about anything else, I’ll take care of you tonight.”
And god, Boss felt the sting prick behind his eyes instantly.
He didn’t fight, didn’t resist.
Couldn’t.
Not when his lover walked him to their bedroom and laid him gently on the bed, with those eyes that said ‘I’m going to ruin you until you feel nothing but my love spread through your veins, carving into your bones and pulse deep in your soul’.
And now, when his lover works on him so eager and careful all at once, he doesn’t think about anything else.
The whimpers and gaps bounce off the walls like a sinful rhythm, he arches his back off the bed when it feels just right, and he rolls his eyes back when his lover’s tongue flick around the slit like it’s a five course meal.
He’s completely, utterly wrecked.
And he doesn’t care at all.
Boss’ chest rises and falls in erratic moves, his breath comes out shallow, his skin flushed with a deeper color where Noeul’s hands touch.
“A–ah–Eul…” he pants, hips buckling when his lover’s mouth sinks deeper.
His body jerks with every brush of his lover’s hands, already sensitive. Always so responsive.
Noeul looks up at him and takes his cock out of his mouth with a lewd sound that echoes inside the room. Under the dim light, his eyes are glossy behind heavy lids, it holds something wicked and dangerous.
But also something far deeper—
Devotion.
“Hm? Something wrong, pup?” he whispers against his hot body, wrapping his hand around the shaft and moving in lazy strokes.
Boss rolls his eyes back, his self-control slowly slipping away.
“I want…” he swallows. “... I want to try something…” his voice comes out quieter than before, digging crescents into his lover’s shoulders as he keeps stroking with precise measure, like he knows exactly how to make him lose his mind.
Boss can feel his face heating up, and he knows it’s because he’s embarrassed.
Noeul looks at him in complete silence, brow arched, smirk faintly curving at the corner of his lips.
And somehow, that makes him feel even worse.
“Can you… use your fingers?”
Noeul stills for a beat, letting his words settle as his grin grows bigger, already knowing where this is going.
“My fingers?” he keens, his voice laced with that teasing tone that always makes Boss flush deeper. “Where do you want them?” he mutters as he presses his thumb against the wet, glistening slit.
Boss’ mouth falls open in a silent gasp. His eyes fluttering shut.
And god help him, there’s some vulnerability in his voice when he says:
“Inside… I want them inside me.”
But most of it—there is trust.
Because even when Boss knows how to make his boyfriend feel good—whether it’s with his fingers, his mouth, or both—his boyfriend also knows what to do when Boss is feeling like this—exhausted and gloomy, with nonstop thoughts running in his head knowing that the only one who can ease that tension away is Noeul.
And if he’s being honest… Boss loves being taken care of once in a while.
Not because he needs it, but because with Noeul, it feels gentle. Natural. Like allowing himself to soften without fear.
And somehow, moments like these only pull them closer together, threading their bond tighter with every touch, every quiet act of devotion.
Because it has never been only about sex. Never.
It’s about the vulnerability hidden beneath it all.
The trust.
The quiet intimacy of letting another person see every part of you—war, unguarded, completely exposed—and still choosing to stay.
Noeul grins. And he licks his lips like the confession is too enticing to deny.
He resumes his strokes after a beat, making Boss hiss through his teeth.
“Please…”
Noeul bites his lips, failing to suppress the smile curving at the corner of his mouth. His own arousal throbbing inside his underwear.
He can’t deny it—he loves when Boss becomes all whiny and needy.
When he becomes the one in charge.
And he can’t deny it either, he loves to be a little mean sometimes.
So he repositions himself between Boss’ legs, sitting on his knees. His boyfriend’s half-lidded eyes curious to see what Noeul will do to him.
Noeul brings his free hand to his face, sticking his tongue out and licking a wet strike of saliva along his palm, to then slowly guide it down where his other hand is stroking his cock, and with his gaze locked onto Boss, he presses his palm against the slit, moving it in circular motions while his other hand holds the length firm.
The sensation is instant.
Foreign and overwhelming all at once.
“Fuck,” Boss chokes on a moan as he arches his back off the bed.
“That’s right. You love when I tease you like this and make you a trembling mess, hm?” he taunts as he presses his palm deeper against the leaking head of his shaft. Amusement coils inside his chest as he watches his boyfriend squirm under him.
“Fuck—you’re beautiful like this, pup.” Noeul praises with a breathy voice, arousal clinging to his words like velvet.
He fights off the urge to free his aching cock from the tight fabric and fuck his boyfriend through the mattress like he—desperately—wants to.
Maybe one day. But not today.
Tonight, Noeul has other plans for him.
“Open your legs nice and wide for me, pup.” the grin he gives to Boss carries a hunger sharp enough to sink into bone.
He can’t deny it turns him on a bit—well, maybe a lot—when Noeul orders him around and becomes more dominant.
Boss obeys like he always does when Noeul gets like this, his thighs shake as he opens them wider to give his lover a clearer view of his body. Thrill and shame crawl beneath his skin, setting his chest ablaze.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, completely bewitched.
There’s just something about Boss being all compliant when it comes to his boyfriend’s commands.
Noeul grabs the bottle of lube resting on the nightstand and pops the lid open while he coats his fingers in the moist gel, using the remaining to circle around his hole, preparing the area to make it as slick as possible so it doesn’t hurt him that much.
Boss shudders slightly when he feels the sudden coldness against his skin. Noeul tries to reassure him with soothing strokes in the inside of his thigh.
“Relax for me, baby.” his lover leaves a short kiss on his knee before pouring more lube onto his fingers and the rest on his cock.
While Noeul rubs the area of his hole in circular moves, his free hand smears the moist gel along the thick length, making Boss breath through his nose at the sharp feeling, and finally wraps his fingers around him, the slick making the strokes sloppier and lewd.
He bites his lips when his boyfriend rolls his eyes back and his mouth falls open in silent gasps.
“Are you ready, pup?” he asks, thrill and excitement running down his spine, coiling in between his legs.
Boss swallows, and with his eyes shut, he nods. “Yeah…”
Noeul has to bite his tongue at the sight of his boyfriend being this ruined.
God, he looks absolutely perfect.
And while Noeul fastens his pace on Boss’ length, he slowly, unhurriedly inserts one finger inside the tight body inch by inch, until his finger is fully inside him.
Boss sucks in a breath. The rare, sharp sting hits him almost immediately. The sensation is unknown, uncomfortable at first.
Noeul notices the way his brows furrow. “Hurts a bit, doesn’t it?”
“Mm–hm”
Boss nods, way too focused on the slight pain that he doesn’t notice he’s clenching around Noeul’s finger.
“Relax, baby.” Noeul soothes him with the softest tone in his voice. “Focus on my voice, on the way my fingers wrap so perfectly around your cock like they always belonged there.” he strokes with more precision, applying just enough pressure to the head.
Noeul grins when Boss quivers after changing his pace. “That’s right, pup. Feels good now, hm?”
And just when Boss begins to get louder and let the air out in shallow breaths, only then Noeul starts to move his finger in and out.
Slowly at first, always careful.
Remembering how Boss does it to him. How he bends his fingers at the exact angle to make his mind go completely short-circuit.
He loves when Boss uses his fingers and mouth on him, always so hungry and eager, like he will never get enough of him.
But fuck if it doesn’t feel way better when he is the one taking care of Boss exactly like this.
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll end up begging me to let you come… and even then I won’t. Because you like it when I’m a little mean and edge you until you break…” his voice grows darker at the end, fastening his thrusts, following the same rhythm as his strokes.
Noeul’s smirk expands when he sees Boss jerk after he angles his finger just right.
“There,” he whispers, grinning like he just hit the fucking jackpot. “how does it feel now?”
As his boyfriend keeps thrusting, the sharp, uncomfortable pain slowly vanishes away, being replaced by a warm, pleasant sensation that curls deep in his body, sending a current of heat down his spine that ends in his cock.
Boss swallows before replying. “Weird… but good…”
Noeul chuckles under his breath. “It’ll feel better now, pup.”
But it takes him by surprise when his boyfriend suddenly adds a second finger.
Boss draws in a sharp breath. Fingernails digging even deeper into his lover’s skin, like he’s the only one holding him together.
“Oh–Eul…” his hips buck, meeting his boyfriend’s thrusts, need unfurling violently through his stomach.
Boss really loves Noeul’s thick fingers, and having two of them inside him feels absolutely amazing.
He also loves when his boyfriend wears those silver rings.
His abdomen tightens when suddenly a thought crosses his mind.
… maybe he’ll ask Noeul another time.
“Fuck, you feel so tight around my hand, pup.” Noeul whines. “Do I feel like this too when you fuck me with your fingers?” he taunts, words swathed with desire and lust.
Boss feels a sharp flush crawl all the way up his face at the words of his boyfriend. His self-control slipping away as the pleasure crashes through him all at once, clouding his mind and rippling through every pore.
But when his boyfriend doesn’t reply, he fastens his pace on both hands, enjoying the way Boss trembles under him.
“Hm? Do you get off when I’m a trembling mess too? I know you do, pup.”
The sensations pile onto each other until he can’t barely breathe, and his boyfriend’s words only add to the situation.
“Ah–you’re…” his breath turns uneven.
“I’m what? Mean?” his fingers sink even deeper inside him, stilling for a beat when suddenly he curves them at the right angle seeking that spot where his prostate is. And when he finds it, Boss’ reaction gives it away instantly.
A sly smile spreads across Noeul’s face.
“So mean…” his boyfriend gaps breathlessly, hips twitching with each devastating stroke and thrust.
Without a warning, a sudden emptiness floods him, making him snap his eyes open so fast the dim light almost feels too bright.
“What–” Boss is taken aback for a moment, thighs shaking violently and his cock achingly asking for release.
Noeul instead, reached for something in the nightstand. Boss follows his moves with curiosity pricking under his skin.
His mouth drops a little when he sees his lover take out something round-shaped. Boss glances between Noeul and the foreign object that looks like a ring but it’s too big to fit a finger…
“W–what is–” he pants, both thrilled and nervous.
His boyfriend smiles with lasciviousness. “This? Oh, well… since you wanted to try something—I also want to try something.” he raises his hand holding the clear-pink, circular object.
Boss feels his heart stop for a second as he tries to understand what Noeul is planning to do.
And when he realizes, his eyes widen, glistening under the light of the room. “That’s…”
His boyfriend nods, satisfaction showing in his face. “It’s a vibrator, pup. And you’re gonna be the one wearing it like a good boy while I’m playing with your ass. See how much you can endure it when I edge you.”
Boss’ length twitches at his words, already responding to him like it’s a command, but that only makes his lips curl upward. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he teases with that tone he knows sets Boss off, the one that makes his brain short-circuit. “Getting your cock stimulated while I’m fucking you with my fingers?”
The provocative tone he’s using is dark and lustful. His hands brush up and down his thighs, and Boss shivers under him, already too far gone to deny.
“Yes…” he whispers shakily, but the statement sounds more like a plea.
His boyfriend then brings the object to Boss’ body. Occasionally glancing up at him as he stretches the thin silicone band and places the cylindrical bullet in the underside of his cock.
“Does it feel tight?”
Boss shakes his head. His heart pulsing against his throat with excitement.
“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll take it off, okay?” the sweet, gentle words of his boyfriend reassures him once more.
“I’ll turn it on now, pup.” Noeul murmurs as he grabs the small, pink remote controller between his fingers.
Boss takes a deep breath.
He had never really used a sex toy before.
Well… not on himself, at least.
They had experimented a little after being together for some time, curious and playful in the quiet intimacy they shared. But lately, with life pulling them in different directions and days passing by too quickly, those things had slowly been forgotten. LEft untouched somewhere between routine and exhaustion.
Noeul bought the vibrator not too long ago while wandering past a small hidden shop tucked between narrow streets. He hadn’t thought much about it at the time—only that the thought of using it with Boss someday made warmth curl low inside his stomach.
Noeul clicks on the button one time, turning on the toy.
The reaction is immediate.
Boss jerks off the bed, head falling to the side while the sensation ripples violently through every nerve in his body.
The vibrator is in its lowest setting, yet it feels like being tortured with hundreds of tiny shocks pulsing against the most sensitive part of him.
Noeul knows that his boyfriend is sensitive—even more when he gets stimulated the right way.
“Look at you, already leaking…” a sly smile shows up in his face as he lowers his hand and collects the beads of pre-cum resting at the tip, guiding them back between his cheeks where he inserts two fingers.
The sound Boss lets out when the feeling gets intensified gains a moan from Noeul, who bites his lip until all he tastes is silver.
Noeul begins a maddening, relentless pace, drawing in and out his fingers from the slick hole.
Boss’ body swallows him completely.
But it’s only when Noeul presses the button of the remote controller twice that Boss swears he’s about to pass out.
The sensations are consuming, getting the most sensitive part of his body stimulated while his lover fingers him feels like heaven on earth.
And just like that, everything in his head melts into static. His mind is quiet, and all he can focus on is the devastating ecstasy and the heat of his boyfriend’s body.
“Eul–Eul…” his voice is rough and broken, and his boyfriend’s smile grows bigger when he hears his name roll out of his lips.
But when Boss tries to wrap his hands around his own length, seeking a bit of relief, Noeul warns him, swatting his hands away.
“Hands off, pup. Or do you want me to tie you up?” the tone is mocking and dark and lewd.
Though the question seems tempting, Noeul wouldn’t really tie him up. But he likes to push his boyfriend over the edge a little.
It gets him off, really.
Boss whines, trying so hard to keep his hands away from touching himself and not test his lover’s patience.
Noeul fastens his pace with his fingers. Boss falling apart helplessly under him. A thin bead of pre-cum trails down his length and falls on his abdomen, glistening his skin.
“I–I’m close… Eul–I can’t–” his voice cuts off between breaths. The heat rapidly builds up inside him, tightening deep in his stomach.
“Beg me” Noeul says with a low voice. He knows his boyfriend won’t last much longer, but he also knows how submissive Boss really is.
And begging?
That’s what he does best.
Boss doesn’t say anything for a beat, until he feels Noeul hit that spot that makes his head spin.
His mouth falls open, and with a shaky voice he says:
“Please,”
Noeul buries his fingers deeper, brushing that spot again and again. And boss feels like he lost every ability to talk.
“Come on, pup. I know you can do better than that. Beg.”
And the last word comes out like a command. Like a law Boss can’t break.
So he bites away the sting behind his eyes threatening to come out.
“You’re so–so mean…”
Noeul smirks.
And his hand presses the remote controller one last time.
The vibrations crash through him hard enough to split him apart.
“Fuck–please, Eul… I need it…”
The smile on his boyfriend’s face widens, satisfaction beaming in his eyes.
“That’s more like it.”
And his words feel like permission, because he comes right after with a toe-curling, back-arching orgasm that tears through him all at once.H is limbs spasm with the intensity of it, white strikes falling onto his stomach and chest.
The overstimulation from the vibrator makes him see white. And his hips jerk desperately trying to cease away the intense feeling.
Noeul feels how he clenches around his fingers, and god, he tries with all his might not to break right there.
“Too much… stop…”
He reaches for the controller and finally turns it off, hearing Boss pant breathlessly while trying to recover himself. His ears tingle and his cock twitches with the aftermath.
Noeul pulls closer to his boyfriend, hovering over his oversensitive body.
He brushes away a damp strand of his hair and plants a kiss on his forehead like something tender neither of them needs to say out loud.
“You okay, pup?”
Boss hisses through his teeth, nodding faintly as he joins their foreheads together.
“Felt good, hm?” the smile on Noeul’s face is lazy and laced with something soft and intimate.
“So good…” Boss’ eyes shimmer like entire constellations caught beneath dark water.
His boyfriend chuckles under his breath, and he presses his lips against Boss’ before whispering against them. “Let me clean you up, okay?”
Noeul slowly lowers himself onto his body until he faces the mess left on his stomach. He gives one last glance up to his boyfriend and sticks his tongue out, cleaning his release off his body, making Boss shiver.
It’s slow and unhurried. Filled with passion and something far intimate and raw.
And it’s when Noeul comes back up that he finally captures his mouth in a deep kiss.
Boss’ rough taste and sweetness of his lips makes Noeul breath through his nose with fascination. Their lips move lazily against each other, and Boss tastes himself in his boyfriend’s tongue.
They only pull away when the need for air becomes too much to ignore, breaths tangled together in the quiet dark.
“I love you, Eul.”
And those four simple words settle deep beneath his skin, soft and devastating all at once, carving themselves into the deepest parts of him where no doubt could ever reach.
A faint smile curves at Noeul’s lips whenever Boss whispers things like this against his skin—gentle promises spoken like they belong only to the two of them. It leaves something warm blooming against his chest, quiet and steady, until his heart feels unbearably full.
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