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You smile at me
There was something North couldn't stop thinking about ever since he started dating Johan.
It wasn't just those kisses that made him lose his mind, nor the way Johan's hands claimed him with an almost devouring hunger, not even how sweet he could be when he took care of him with that intensity that completely disarmed him.
Although it made him devastatingly crazy and desperate.
Johan loved him selflessly, as if it were as natural as breathing, and sometimes he surprised himself wondering what he had done to deserve it.
But if there was something that truly obsessed him, it was his smile.
Johan didn't smile easily. Not even with his closest circle. And yet, in the moments when they both got lost in their little bubble, smiles would appear with almost unexpected freedom.
That was when he noticed it. The little dimples that formed on his cheeks every time he smiled. And in that moment, he knew: he would do whatever it took to see him smile over and over again.
Because it meant that, at least with him, Johan could let his guard down. Phi Tonfa was right about that—if being by his side made his boyfriend a better version of himself, then he would never leave him.
God, he was so in love.
How did this happen?
But maybe he was so absorbed by the man next to him that he didn't realize Johan had noticed.
"North?" Johan asked, pulling his gaze away from his phone.
It was already very late at night, North was supposed to be watching a movie while his Phi went over some pending work emails, but maybe his thoughts were louder than the sound of the TV.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Johan leaned a little closer to him, as if they weren't already close enough on the couch.
North blinked, startled.
"Huh? I... I just..." His words tripped over each other.
And then Johan's teasing smile appeared, and his cheeks did that thing that made him even more handsome than he already was.
"What?" Johan raised an eyebrow, still with a half-smile on his lips.
"I was just thinking that... I really like it when you smile."
Johan went silent for a moment, completely forgetting about the work he still had to do. He set his phone down somewhere on the coffee table and gave North his full attention, as if he were the most important thing in the world. North couldn't stop the tingling in his stomach, nor the heat spreading across his face after confessing something like that.
And Johan just looked at him, still with that smile, but with a gleam in his eyes that always made North's heart race.
"You like it when I smile?" His tone was low, velvety, full of something that made North shiver down his spine.
North pressed his lips together, feeling suddenly exposed.
"Mhm..." he murmured, looking away, but Johan wouldn't let him.
With a gentle movement, Johan lifted his hand and softly took his chin, forcing him to look at him again. His touch was firm, yet so careful that North felt his breathing become erratic.
"Do you know what I like?" Johan whispered, moving closer.
He shook his head a couple of times, unable to say anything.
"When you're good to me and tell me what you like." His lips brushed lightly against North's.
He thought he was about to faint.
"I'm good, I promise."
There it was, that Phi Johan smile, the one that stole his breath away.
"You're cute, come here."
Johan pulled him into his lap, it felt right this way, this is where he belonged. He was his .
"Please, be kind to me," he asked in a barely audible tone.
Those were his favorite words when moments like this arrived.
"If you ask like that..."
North felt his heart was about to explode from how fast it was beating, but Johan didn't give him a chance to react. He closed the distance between them and kissed him.
It was slow and almost sweet at first, a barely perceptible caress on North's lips, as if Johan wanted to savor him slowly. But that calm was deceiving, even seductive.
North felt how Johan tilted his head, the way his hand slowly slid from his cheek to the base of his neck while the other firmly settled on his hip, pulling him closer, making him shiver.
"Mmm..." North let out a small sound without realizing it, immediately noticing the excitement growing in Johan's pants.
He could feel that smile between his lips, satisfied with what he was hearing, knowing how much Johan liked to hear him like that. North wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, and unaware of his actions, started moving his hips in search of that delicious friction.
"Hia..." he moaned when Johan's fingers slid under the shirt he was wearing, caressing his skin with a softness that contrasted with the intensity of his grip.
Johan exhaled a slow breath near North's lips as his fingers traced delicate patterns along his back. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down North's spine, his skin burning where Johan's hands claimed him. The touch between them was addictive, a silent plea was born that neither dared to express in words.
"You're trembling," Johan said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling, and the world around them became irrelevant at that moment.
North swallowed and held onto Johan's shoulders to steady himself. He felt overwhelmed, unsure whether it was from the intensity of the moment or the sweetness in Johan's gaze, which mixed with a voracious desire.
"I... it's just that you..." His voice faltered when Johan's hand slid a little lower, gently exploring his waist. "You make me feel so good."
Johan's lips curled into a smile, North couldn't help but leave a wet kiss on exactly that spot on his cheek.
Johan leaned in again and caught North's lips in another kiss, deeper, hungrier. His grip became slightly tighter, pressing North closer until there was no space left between them.
He let out a small moan against his mouth, his hands gripping the fabric of Johan's shirt as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He wanted more. More of this, more of him.
Johan must have noticed because, in one swift movement, he rose from the couch with ease seeking the room they shared, laid North gently on the bed and hovered over him, his eyes dark and hungry.
North felt his breath catch.
He feared that someday the cause of his death would be the intoxicating sensation that ran through his blood every time Johan saw him that way.
That look that said he was Johan's property.
"Hia, please..."
Just as Johan was his, and no one else's.
Without a word, Johan slid North's short pants down the length of his legs, unabashedly touching as much skin as was within reach. The older man deposited a lingering kiss on his jaw as his hand slipped naughtily between his thighs. Johan's lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of North's throat, and when he gently sucked on a particular spot just below his ear, North gasped and arched his back involuntarily.
"Johan..." His fingers tangled in Johan's hair, his body trembling lightly beneath his.
His name left North's lips like a prayer, and Johan moaned softly when he heard it.
"I love hearing you say my name like that," he murmured before his thick lips slowly kissed him, biting and sucking.
North knew perfectly well that tomorrow he would wake up with split and swollen lips, but that only fueled the heat he felt in his lower belly.
He closed his eyes tightly, overwhelmed by the sensations that ran through him. It was Johan, his Johan , who took his time with him, savoring every reaction. He made him feel desired, loved, completely undone in his arms.
Johan's hand made its way through his underwear, caressing along his length, making him hiss from the pain and pleasure that spread further and further through his body. He couldn't take it, he felt like he was going to cum any moment. North moaned when Johan's hot tongue slid over his Adam's apple, reaching his collarbones, teasingly brushing with his teeth.
"You're so beautiful," Johan whispered, the grip of his hand becoming stronger, faster.
He raised his face to look at him again, wanting to memorize every part of him.
"I don't think you even realize it."
North bit his lip, a blush covering his face and neck.
"Don't say those things."
Johan tilted his head with genuine curiosity.
"Why not?"
"Because..." North struggled to find the words, feeling ridiculously vulnerable under Johan's always intense gaze, "because they make me want to cry."
His boyfriend's expression softened instantly. He leaned down and kissed him on the tip of his nose.
"Don't cry," he murmured against his skin, "I don't like seeing you sad."
North felt his chest tighten.
How was it possible to love someone so much?
He cupped Johan's face in his hands and pulled him down for another kiss, slow, deliberate, pouring every unexpressed emotion into it.
Johan sighed against his lips, his body melting into North's, as if it belonged there.
North's trembling hand stopped Johan's movements. "Please," pleaded between moans.
"Please what?" Johan asked with that voice, a low, rich sound, vibrating against his skin.
"Hia..."
Johan's hand squeezed his aching member once more, making him groan desperately, closing his thighs instinctively.
"Use your words, my love," Johan slowly licked North's lips. "You said you'd be good to me."
He was going to die because of this man.
"Tell me what you want."
"You! I want you... inside... please..."
He could see it: how Johan was trying to be gentle with him tonight.
"How are you feeling after this morning?"
It's true, Johan had woken up with a little problem in his pants, and North helped him with great enthusiasm.
"I'm fine, I promise."
Johan stood up for a moment, removing his shirt to reveal his muscles. No matter how many times it happened, North always found himself mesmerized by it.
"Undress," the older one ordered.
North lifted his hips slightly off the mattress, sliding his underwear down to his ankles, pushing them aside until they fell off the bed. He dragged the fabric of the shirt along his sides until he took it off; his skin tingled as he was completely naked and at the mercy of Johan's fierce gaze, who was watching him from the foot of the bed.
It felt good to be desired that way, so loved and lucky. A small spark of courage ignited in North, encouraging him to spread his legs for Johan, as a clear invitation for him to join him in bed.
His boyfriend didn't hesitate for a second longer to approach, letting North wrap his thighs around him. They sighed in each other's faces when their bodies finally touched, Johan brought his face closer, giving small kisses along his jawline.
"Do you know how patient I'm being not to fuck you hard right now?"
"Hia!" he exclaimed, embarrassed.
"What? Why are you so shy now?" he teased him, reaching for the small lubricant he kept under his pillow. "You were the one who started it."
He didn't even have time to feel offended or complain.
North moaned when he felt the touch of a fingertip inside him, it was cold from the lubricant; he touched and turned gently, with a patience he had not seen before, he could not help but lift his waist looking for that touch.
Johan sucked North's lower lip trying to distract him from the distant pain that settled inside him, but he was fine, thanks to their morning activities, he felt nothing more than the expectation increasing in his blood.
"Ah!" he moaned loudly with each thrust. "It feels so good... don't stop." The slender finger slid all the way in, not even letting him catch his breath, soon it became two and then three.
Before he could reach his desired climax, Johan pulled his fingers out of him and spread his thighs to make more room. North could feel him enter him, slowly, as if he were really going to break him if he applied a little more pressure.
It's so big, it's always so big.
North anxiously squeezed Johan inside him, causing a moan to escape his throat.
"Fuck, North..." He leaned towards him, stealing a messy kiss, making the intrusion feel deeper.
"Mmm Hia, move, please," he gasped as the other party immediately began to move, first slowly until increasing the speed of the thrusts.
Johan hid his face in North's shoulder, while he hugged him with impetus.
"I love you so bad," Johan whispered in his ear.
The impact was so strong that his whole body trembled with the force, North could barely speak, moreover, his brain could barely formulate something coherent. At that moment, he was unable to bear the sensations that ran through his body, everything was driving him crazy.
North breathed heavily trying to contain his screams, but it didn't help much, he could hardly breathe. It was then that Johan got up, wrapping his arm around his waist, kneeling over his body. North wrapped his arms around Johan's neck from the sudden movement, and saw him there, looking at him with desire, his messy hair covering part of his face.
He felt Johan's hands move over his lower back, pushing his hips forcefully against his own, again and again, the sensation was indescribable, the rubbing of their skin, the sweat, the heavy breathing of both of them, the moans that were stifled in their throats.
"Mmm" North moaned as he felt him so deep inside, so much his own.
Johan leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
The words echoed in his head.
"I love you too," he replied, his voice broken.
They melted into a passionate kiss, their bodies moving in time, their hearts beating wildly. The pleasure did not stop, the caresses, the kisses, the words of love, everything was perfect.
"Hia... Johan..."
"Are you going to cum?" he asked in a deep tone.
"Ahh, yes... fuck, yes..." North moaned with difficulty, clinging to Johan as if his life depended on it.
Johan smiled against his lips. "Such a good boy," he said, and then kissed him, a deep and possessive kiss that left North breathless.
Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, North gasped when Johan touched that spot and unable to contain himself any longer, the feeling of culmination ran through him; the other person's body trembled against his, soon joining him, the hot liquid was discharged inside him.
Johan pressed his lips gently against his one last time before laying him back on the sheets and withdrawing from his interior, North felt that same warmth flowing down his legs.
"Where are you going?" North murmured, holding Johan's hand when he noticed him getting up from the bed.
Johan gave him a smile. "It's okay, I'm just going to get something to clean us up and some fresh clothes."
North's mind was blank; he only nodded at Johan's words. He watched him leave the room and then stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. He felt calm, satisfied. The feeling of Johan's lips on his, his hands on his body, the warmth of his skin against his own—everything felt so good, so right.
Johan returned after a few minutes with a towel and a pair of clothes; he was already wearing underwear. He approached North and helped him sit up on the bed, then gently cleaned his body with the damp towel.
When he finished, Johan dressed him in one of the garments he had brought. It was a long-sleeved shirt that was too big for him, but North didn't bother adjusting it. He felt comfortable and relaxed, and he didn't want to do anything that might ruin that.
Johan sat beside him on the bed and hugged him. North nestled against him, feeling his warmth, and they stayed like that for a while, in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.
"Thank you," North murmured at last.
"For what?" Johan asked, gently running his fingers through North's hair.
"For everything," North replied. "For before, for taking care of me, for being here with me."
Johan smiled and kissed his forehead.
"I'll always be here for you," he said.
North felt happy hearing those words.
They stayed embraced for a while longer until sleep overtook them. They drifted off together, tangled in the sheets, feeling safe and protected in each other's arms.