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( dec 24th, 2022 )
( 2:27 am )
(junkjournal)
riki turns and stirs in bed, shifting uncomfortably on his desperate search for a nice sleeping position. the cold winter air seeps through the tiny entrances of he and sunoo's shared blanket, creeping up his arms and spreading goosebumps across his skin. the blanket can barely withstand the cold, and riki nearly gives up.
summer ended so quickly. each night, it was too hot to even wear clothing - and suddenly, it got cooler. summer days got peaceful as september neared, each summer night, he could feel the seasons around the world shifting. each night got colder, until it became bothersome, and winter came faster than anyone anticipated.
today in particular was just as hot as any summer day, despite being a clear winter day, and by the time riki and his hyung were put to bed, it was too hot to sleep clothed. and now, riki finds himself regretting his decision to sleep only in his underwear.
cold lines run through his body, and he can no longer shiver. it's so cold that all he can do is lie there.
he considers, for a moment, jumping out of bed and grabbing an extra blanket - but he's far too worn out to climb down the bunk bed in search of one. he needs all the sleep he can get, he knows this, because jungwon has always been stern about their sleep schedules - saying that the members should cherish every ounce of sleep they get, because they're going to need that rest for the busy day ahead.
and even though it's winter break for the band, it's still too tiring to even lift a hand.
be:lift had granted enhypen a two-week-long winter break, which started on the twenty-first of december going all the way up to the eighth of january. it's only right that the members get to spend this time with their loved ones.
riki, with his family in japan and all, would've been left all alone for the holidays. sunoo took pity on the boy and made the decision to stay back in the dorms with the maknae to keep their youngest company.
with five of their members out of the dorms, including sunoo and riki's roommates, they finally have time to spend with just each other.
it's just been them.
no one to wake them up early, no one to nag them about cleaning up after themselves, no one to walk in on them in the middle of a make-out session —
time is theirs.
another wave of cold discomfort shutters riki, but still he cannot manage to muster up the energy to lift himself from the mattress.
and maybe he doesn't have to.
he can sense that sunoo is awake, and an idea pops into his head.
sunoo shivers against the cold air, his cheeks stung a bright red from the arctic air. he badly wants to sleep, but it's impossible with the cold air tonight.
sunoo feels a hand place on his shoulder, and his eyes shoot open to gaze over it - he relaxes upon seeing a familiar silhouette, recognizing it as his boyfriend.
"hyung, come here," riki instructs through a hushed voice.
sunoo hums knowingly and abides, uncovers himself, hissing as the cold consumes him. he rolls over to meet riki's eyes, trying his best not to break down in the cold. they meet in the middle of the bed. on nights like this, the only thing they want to feel is each other's heat.
in search of warmth, his weak hands search for his hyung in the darkness. riki's arms, as warm as the sun, wrap around sunoo's small frame. he pulls a half awake sunoo impossibly closer, who just lets his head fall onto riki's chest - grasping at nothing but the fabric walls of their blanket that wrap around him.
and so, they drift off comfortably together.
★
( 3:54 am )
they sleep soundly for another hour, until riki finds himself woken up again.
somehow, in their sleep, sunoo has shifted atop him and currently lies sound asleep on riki's chest.
riki melts at the sight, a feeling of admiration bubbling in his stomach for his boyfriend and he finds himself smiling.
everything is calm, riki staring at his hyung in the moonlit room - oh, how pretty his sunoo is, he thinks. and how sunoo's so beautiful, he nearly steals riki's breath away.
and time goes on like this, riki continuing to admire his sleepy hyung.
until riki can't help but acknowledge that he and sunoo's groins are pressed together, and his mind can't help but wander.
mindlessly, in the middle of his daydream, his hands (from under the blanket) travel down sunoo's body, hands brushing the roof of the blanket in the process, until they stop at sunoo's thighs, placing a firm grip on them. he rubs his hands back and forth, caressing them, occasionally squeezing as he's lost in thought - unbeknownst to the fact that their bodies start to react to the touches.
it's not until sunoo's left thigh flexes in riki's grip, shaking in his hold, that he comes to a halt.
his eyes that had previously been shut, flutter open to stare at the ceiling. with his stuttering eyes that shake as they gaze up at the ceiling in guilt - he realises what he's been doing, and how bad it had been of him.
touching his hyung like that while sunoo's trying to rest,
gross .
the feeling increases when he realises that sunoo really needs this sleep, and his eyes, shaky, hold a thousand questions behind them as he fears the worst.
is sunoo awake?
if he is, is he upset?
does he think i'm gross?
and the worst part is that riki doesn’t know the answers to any of these questions - he doesn’t even know what sunoo is thinking.
he swallows the lump in his throat thickly, down, down, down, until it drops to his stomach, becoming a pit of guilt to do nothing but sit and drag riki down like an anchor - breath heavy as he speaks in the silence of the dead night, "hyung, are you awake?"
. . .
a minute or two goes by, and riki lets out a relieved breath, until he feels a shifting atop him, and a head lifting from his chest.
"well, now i am." sunoo laughs breathily against the cool nights air, breath escaping from his mouth in huffs as he does so. he wears a crooked smile with tired, droopy eyes as he hovers over his boyfriend - who refuses to look him in the eyes, too flustered and embarrassed to utter a word.
sunoo pouts as he watches riki's eyelids fall over his orbs, as if they are curtains concealing a gateway into his mind. "hey, come on now.. why won't you look at me?" sunoo shrugs the blanket off his shoulders, the remainder of it slides down his back. the cold is no more to him, and he isn't concerned with it, but riki on the other hand, feels a shutter run through his body.
"hyung, why'd you do that? it's cold," riki whines, a tiny pout forming on his lips.
sunoo sighs frustratedly, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazes down at his boyfriend. "you started this, you can't just wake me up and then go back to sleep."
sunoo waits expectantly for a response, until he realises that riki will not be providing one. sunoo's eyes travel down to the area between his thighs, staring at his own bulge as his teeth find a place in his bottom lip. his eyes travel to riki's, and adjusting himself a bit, he places the palms of his hands on either side of riki to keep himself propped up before he begins shallowly rocking his hips forward to meet riki's erection.
riki's eyes shoot open, darting to meet a smirking sunoo, sitting atop him-
"you can't get me all excited only to ignore me,"
and god, does he look hot like this.
perched up on riki's lap like this.
so, so pretty in the moonlight.
riki didn't even notice he'd begun to pant, ogling his hyung and giving sunoo a sense of satisfaction.
suddenly, sunoo stops moving, and a stretched out whine erupts from riki's throat - this almost causes sunoo's hips to jerk forward, hard twitching against riki's throbbing one. riki pants, desperately trying to take the friction he needs - bucking his hips up to meet sunoo's, but his hyung just shifts upward and neglects him.
"hyung, please~! why'd you stop?"
sunoo cocks an eyebrow up, gazing down at riki with a straight face that scares the maknae half to death. sunoo moves off riki, leaving a pit of disappointment in the younger's stomach - he gazes up at sunoo, a crooked smirk on the olders face that returns excitement to riki's stomach, spreading throughout his body like wildfire.
"you want some? come get it."
the room suddenly feels hot as sunoo motions riki forward with a hand, and riki suddenly has enough energy to be awake the whole rest of the night.
riki crawls toward sunoo, sitting cross legged in front of his hyung as he looks into sunoo's eyes - bright and lustful, yet he still looks so adorable. it makes it hard for sunoo to want to fuck riki, when he's this cute - but he knows riki is just being needy and wants sunoo to touch him. and riki thinks he'll get that by acting cute.
riki swoops down to leave a quick peck on his hyung's nose, before bringing a hand up to rest on sunoo's nape - fingers tangling in sunoo's hair. he isn't shy to connect their lips, pulling sunoo forward by his neck and pulling a gasp out of the older.
and so, sunoo welcomes riki into his warm embrace - shifting to sit on riki's lap whilst they kiss, never once leaving each other. they find each other in the dark with closed eyes, having done this millions of times before - they exchange hot touches, shaking under one another's attention as moans and shaky breaths fill the silence of the night.
soon enough, sunoo doesn't have to worry about the cold when riki's hand meets his waist, pulling him closer so that their faces are just inches apart. no words are ever spoken against the cool night air. and for what feels like a lifetime of waiting, riki finally connects their lips - arms around sunoo, rubbing his hands up and down the older's back slowly until his fingers meet the bottom of sunoo's shirt, dipping under to press a firm hold against sunoo's back - sunoo shivers against the touch, riki's cold hands travelling his back as if memorising every curve of his spine as he's hunched over in direction of riki, touching sunoo like his touch is for eternity, as if trying to create a permanent taglock of his fingerprints onto sunoo's skin.
if sunoo isn't being touched like this, with such feeling that his body is being preserved, that he is too extraordinary to be touched in a faster manner than this, he'd prefer to never be touched again.
their lips move in perfect motions, they don't have to think about anything. they've done this a million times already. riki runs his tongue along sunoo's bottom lip, waiting expectantly for sunoo to allow access to his mouth - which he fails to provide. they continue to kiss until riki's tongue finds itself on sunoo's bottom lip, once again asking permission to enter. when sunoo doesn't budge, riki grows impatient, biting down on sunoo's bottom lip. sunoo releases a whimper into riki's mouth, that only gets swallowed down as they kiss. riki smirks against sunoo's lips, tongue shoved into sunoo's mouth - their tongues find one another, licking against each other.
sunoo breathes out a shaky moan, sighing into riki's mouth while attempting to pull away from the other. at this point, sunoo is so distracted from the cold that he can't feel it anymore. all he can feel is riki. he can feel himself running out of breath, but allows riki to drag on their makeout session a little longer because in all honesty, sunoo doesn't want to pull away. he could spend eternity kissing riki and never get bored.
they exchange hot touches, riki's hand travelling down to sunoo's thigh and squeezing it - sunoo can't help but shake under the attention. his hands find a place in riki's thick, noir hair - tugging at it lightly as riki's whines ring in sunoo's grateful ears. it isn't often that sunoo gets to hear that from riki, so he consumes every moment of the sounds.
riki disconnects their lips, a string of saliva keeping them attached. their lips are begging to meet again. riki suddenly flips sunoo on his back, crawling over sunoo at an agonising pace. he straddles sunoo's hips. the younger drags his erection against sunoo's, the two groan at the contact.
riki swoops down, catching sunoo's lips and devouring them like he's never tasted anything better, he slowly rocks his hips against sunoo. the elder gasps, his own lips slanting languidly against his boyfriend’s. this is all so comfortingly familiar to him, yet so foreign because of their usual time-restraints.
(injanghee)
“i want to do this with you all the time,” riki whispers desperately, a veiny hand of his coming up to cup sunoo’s cheek. and he really wishes he could. because the way sunoo meets his gaze with an intensity that could burn holes into his soul. it’s all too much of the devil’s temptation – pulling him in so close that it’s far too late to stop now. “i wish i could always hold you like this.”
the already small distance between them slowly starts to close, as riki leans down from on top of him and smiles suggestively. a glint in his eyes sparks suddenly, within the depths of his previously dark with lust orbs. sunoo blinks playfully underneath him, arms reaching up to wrap around his bare, sweat-slicked neck, and he lets out a teasing whine. a whine that aims to entice. a whine that riki hears and instantly knows he’s not turning back.
he knows that look in his boyfriend’s eyes. he’s only seen it about a thousand over times.
“that’s so naughty of you, hyung,” he murmurs tauntingly, running three fingers down sunoo’s chest at the same rate as his eyes scan his pretty body. up and down, taking every single inch of him in. “wanna show me just how naughty you can get?”
at this, a defiant sunoo scoffs and rolls his pretty little eyes. as if challenging the younger to really take action after those bold words. “you’re all talk and no action.”
“come a little closer, then.”
with a swift tug, sunoo pulls riki flat against his body, cradling his neck and back. fingers crawl up into the younger’s mullet and comb the matted hair. the feeling is so peace-inducing and so pleasurous to riki – he rests his head on his boyfriend’s chest and lets out short, jerky whimpers.
his once dominant and confident state is suddenly replaced with vulnerability. and for once, wrapped up in the warm embrace of heaven that is sunoo’s arms – this kind of vulnerability means solace. it means utter tranquility. he nuzzles into sunoo, deeper, head filled with thoughts he’s tried so hard to suppress but obviously can’t.
this is his paradise. his home. kim sunoo, his salvation.
once again, a sudden thought blots his mind and he moves in a blur. sunoo squeaks as riki squirms down his body, before he’s eye to eye with the erection gracing the elder’s underwear. precum is dotted there in a prominent splotch of wetness on the dark cloth. in absolute awe of the beautiful sight lying before him, riki barely manages to suppress a gasp and kisses down his inner thighs. steadily getting closer to where sunoo wants him to be.
his thighs clench with anticipation, shaky hands not knowing quite where to put themselves. staccato moans leaving his pouty, pink lips in intervals. seeing and feeling sunoo like this, coming undone against the fresh new bedsheets – which aren’t going to be very clean when they’re finished – riki can practically feel the onset of sunoo’s orgasm for him. a feral kind of lustful hunger fills him suddenly, and he can’t hold back anymore.
in one swift motion he tugs down sunoo’s underwear, bundles it up and tosses it across the room. eyes wide, and glistening in affection, sunoo whistles.
“that’s really hot.”
“hot?” riki smirks, unable to take his eyes off sunoo’s cute erection. he leans back up and steals another long, passionate kiss from his boyfriend all while cupping his cock in his right hand. “i’ll show you hot.”
the friction has sunoo moaning into riki’s mouth, the latter letting out a series of whines from how overwhelmed he’s getting. he can feel the way sunoo’s hands trace non-existent circles into his lower back, enticing him further, a silent encouragement for him to continue on with their little game. a telling quirk in his eyebrows speaks the thousand words riki knows sunoo is too shy to say.
“baby…” the elder pants, “you’re going way too slow…”
riki’s eyes dart to his lips. “really?” he murmurs, cocking his head to the side and grinding down once more on sunoo’s lap. desperation swamps over sunoo’s features and a pleading whimper escapes him. not once, but twice as riki hums and kisses him again. “mmm, baby…”
he can feel the older trembling underneath him, his eyes squeezing shut in a pleasure-ridden daze. call riki a hopeless romantic, or selfish, but he secretly loves the pace they’re going at. sunoo gets utterly impatient, resorting to helpless whines and useless squirming, wrinkling the bed sheets even further.
at the thought, he lets a soft smile grace his cheeks.
“i love you. i love you so, so much,” he whispers, already breathless even though they’ve hardly done anything. his heart nearly stops, and his chest feels so restricted. he’s never been much of a crier, but he can feel his entire body melting into sunoo’s hold and wet patches forming on the corners of his eyes. ”you don’t understand.”
“no, i think i do…” sunoo hums, rolling his hips once more and gazing straight into riki’s eyes. the younger feels all the breath leaving him again, and he tries to make up for the feeling by inhaling quicker and heavier. “i feel the same towards you.”
riki’s efforts to calm himself down are all completely in vain. he uselessly suppresses a smile and cracks his neck, before leaning down and kissing sunoo hard. with all the passion slowly accumulated from the past… he doesn’t even know how long it’s been, he gives sunoo a couple more sweet pecks on his chin before sliding down his own pair of underwear.
the older splutters away from his kisses, mouth agape as he gawks amusingly at riki’s package. he seems unable to comprehend their situation, unable to say anything at all. riki rolls his eyes teasingly.
“you act as if you’ve never seen this before.”
sunoo raises one of his eyebrows, never failing to let his sassy side slip even in the midst of a sexual encounter. “sometimes it feels like i’m seeing you for the first time all over again. you know i’d kill to feel that ecstatic again…”
this time, riki can’t hold back his wide smile, glancing away towards the corner of the bedroom and slipping his middle and ring finger into sunoo’s mouth. the latter giggles and, like clockwork, starts to suck and lick like his life depends on it. making scissoring motions in his mouth, riki’s amazed at how sunoo doesn’t choke or even tear up. he’s just smiling happily to himself as he prepares riki’s fingers.
his mind starts to wander, as if his boyfriend isn’t underneath him doing the nastiest things to his fingers. he must have practised enough on the real deal to be able to handle this so well.
his other hand trails down sunoo’s chest, down the perfect abs he’s so insecure of, down the plush, milky thighs he looks at and sighs at. even if riki weren’t so incredibly, madly in love, he would think of sunoo as the prettiest man on earth.
”you’re really, truly beautiful, baby,” he sniffs, slowly pulling his fingers out of his boyfriend’s mouth. sunoo’s eyes scan him for lies, like he always does when riki says sappy things like this. then suddenly his gaze flickers with sadness.
“no, i’m not.”
and it fills riki with the most non-angry rage he’s ever felt. is that a thing? because it certainly feels like it is.
this time, he refuses to let their lips part after kissing him. he brings his fingers down and immediately slides both into sunoo. the older gasps, moaning loudly into riki’s mouth, but he doesn’t allow sunoo to stop to breathe. straddling sunoo’s lap and hovering lightly above him, riki can do nothing but kiss him till he goes lightheaded and finger him until even he can feel pleasure sparking deep in his core.
mind a mess, he slowly builds up the number of fingers pulsing in and out of his boyfriend like he’s in a daze. as the giver and not the receiver, he shouldn’t be feeling this kind of pleasure, should he? but he does, he feels it taking over him. he feels it tingling and shooting straight down south, making him so hard he feels like he’ll burst.
sunoo’s thighs clench around his waist as he presses up against where he believes — no, where he knows his prostate is. quivering, sunoo audibly tries to hold back a whimper, tongue tangling even further with riki’s. the younger has to physically restrict himself by pulling away abruptly, to not do anything more to sunoo; something that he’ll come to regret after he recovers from this haze.
eyes shooting open, his boyfriend pants and moans pitifully, spreading his legs pleadingly for riki, nearly on the other half of the bed. and to make matters worse, the desperate, hazelnut eyes begin to water. and now riki feels so bad.
“why did you stop..?” sunoo begins to ask, but riki’s already leaning in to brush their noses together, grabbing one of his boyfriend’s hands and letting him touch him. instantly closing his mouth, he peeks downwards and starts to rub up and down. it’s all routine at this point.
it’s all conflict and war inside riki now, because what do you mean he’s finally got sunoo all to himself, fuck, he should be taking this slower than a snail’s pace? but at the same time he really wants to fuck sunoo until he screams his name, till the mattress strings pop from how hard they’re going at it.
but he keeps quiet, wanting to bask in the moment for a while before continuing any further. sunoo senses the slight shift in mood, ever the empath even though it’s only a subtle change. he blinks slowly, eyes shining with a century’s worth of stars, and kisses the corner of riki’s lips.
“i’m ready when you are,” he murmurs, speeding up the pace of his hands doing up and down motions on riki’s dick. a low groan escapes him before he drops his head to his boyfriend’s shoulder, exhausted already. but it feels so good and it’s the death of him.
“pretty,” he manages to gasp out, moaning as he realises his climax is approaching. his eyes search sunoo’s, biceps shaking from how long he’s been holding himself up. “you’re my pretty boy, hyungie.”
sunoo just looks away guiltily, a hooded darkness settling over his features again. ignoring what the younger said, he pumps riki up and down a couple more times before sighing heavily.
“don’t say those kinds of things to me.”
riki cocks his head. “why? they’re true.”
“no, they’re not,” sunoo shakes his head, curling up into a ball and wrapping his arms around himself. “if that were true, i wouldn’t feel as if you’re only saying it because you love me.”
“hey,” riki says with a sternness that surprises even himself. “i may have let you off the first time, but i won’t let you fall for this self-laid-out trap again.”
“no, but i really don’t get it. how can you not look at yourself and literally fall in love with your own body?” he goes on, smiling to himself and kissing sunoo’s stomach. “you can’t be serious, baby. here, why don’t you just tell me, why do you think you’re unworthy of hearing me praise how you look?”
sunoo angles his neck slightly before speaking. his gaze flits around, landing everywhere but on riki. “i don’t know.. i’m not as muscular as you.”
riki does a double take at this. “but you don’t even gym. for someone who has barely touched a dumbell, your muscles are terribly impressive. and if you really wanna improve these already gorgeous arms of yours…” he trails off to press a few smooches to sunoo’s biceps. “follow me to the gym. like a date.”
sunoo finally lets out a small laugh. “you know i don’t like that.”
“you’re so confusing! you tell me you don’t like your muscles then decline an offer to work out. with me .” whining dramatically, riki reaches up and squishes sunoo’s cheeks just to watch him flail around trying to get him off. ”anyway, how about i show you through actions instead of words, how pretty i think you look, how perfect i think you are?”
sunoo doesn’t answer, but the dreamy sigh that leaves him says enough.
riki grins. sunoo will never, ever, see himself in riki’s eyes, and it makes him so unbelievably sad to the point he falls back into an extremely slow pace. everything feels edited into slow motion, as he tugs sunoo’s limbs apart and starts to sink into him. sunoo uses his hands to press down on the groove in his back, coaxing him further.
surprisingly, the only sound that can be heard in the room is the sound of their breaths clambering over one another as riki takes his time with it and sunoo hugs him tight to adjust. and then suddenly, a switch goes off in riki’s head. patient, impatient. sensual, and then needy. it’s been a rollercoaster ride of emotions for the past hour.
he feels bad for how taken aback his boyfriend is, when, without warning, he bottoms out and slams right back in. and soon, they fall into rhythm. like they always do. and their orgasms they’ve been denying themselves for so long, creeps up and floods over them in a blur.
“do you,” riki exhales, trying and failing to catch his breath. “do you believe me now?”
and when sunoo nods and bites his lip, legs still shaking from their shared high, riki just knows he has never felt this grateful to make the decision to sleep naked. he’s definitely going to do this tomorrow, deathly freezing or not.