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The way Beomgyu looks at him makes him excited; it always does, that’s why he keeps doing it over and over again despite feeling slightly awkward, because it's just worth it. He loves to stretch their playful dynamic as far as he can to the point where he can tell Beomgyu is genuinely annoyed with him by the way his expression shifts just for a second before he continues their push-and-pull game for the camera, but Kai knows he’s achieved his goal already. He said a few words too many, laughed at an unflattering comment too much, kicked Beomgyu’s leg under the table to make sure he’s paying attention to him, and he did - in fact, he looked at him with a scowl and talked back, playfully for the camera, but Kai knew it was serious.
That’s enough for Kai to know he should spend more time in the shower and ignore Yeonjun yelling at him to be faster.
He puts a loose shirt and shorts on his wet skin, just for the sake of decorum, as they probably (hopefully) won’t stay there for long, and walks back to his bedroom Beomgyu claimed as theirs. Kai likes the room as theirs more; even when Beomgyu isn’t there, Kai thinks there’s something different about it, maybe it’s because of the perfume smell Beomgyu leaves behind or just the overall energy, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t have to know as long as Beomgyu is in his bed, looking hot and as if he belongs there.
“Hi,” Kai tries to be casual, but his voice is a bit shaky when he sees Beomgyu lying under the covers already, scrolling through his phone. He mumbles some greetings back, but barely spares Kai a glance, and it makes Kai frown, but it’s not enough to worry him. He gets on the bed next to him and decides to look at what he’s doing - going through his Twitter timeline, full of clips of his earlier ministrations that were supposed to make Beomgyu want to fuck all these stupid comments out of him. Beomgyu was supposed to be annoyed with him enough to pin him to the wall the second he walked in, so why isn't he doing it?
“Yeonjun came here to complain about you hoarding the bathroom,” Beomgyu says without taking his eyes away from his phone, voice almost monotone as he speaks.
“It was for a good reason. He’ll get over it.”
Kai wants Beomgyu to ask what the reason was, but he doesn’t; almost as if he knows where Kai is trying to make the conversation go and blocks it on purpose. He gets close enough to feel the heat radiating from Beomgyu’s body and starts leaving little pecks on his jaw, nipping the skin to get his attention, but it doesn't work, so he moves on to the spot behind his ear that usually makes Beomgyu react to him, and it does, but only in a sense that Beomgyu’s lips pressed into a line for a second.
He considers his options for a bit, but figures there’s nothing better he can do; his hand is playing with the hem of Beomgyu’s shirt, and when it doesn't get any reaction, he slides it under the material to feel the familiar texture of thin hairs above his underwear. He tries to lift the shirt while Beomgyu still ignores him, and he manages to do so enough to be able to reach his chest with his hand and leave a few wet kisses next to it. He licks a longer stripe, enjoying the salty taste of sweat on Beomgyu's skin and the texture of the slightly raised line on it before he gets to press his tongue to Beomgyu’s nipple.
He scratches his teeth on the bud lightly before he feels fingers threading through his hair and pulling it to force Kai to finally look at Beomgyu and have him look at him back. “What do you think you're doing?”
“You… I wanted you to notice me, Beomie hyung,” he says, trying not to let his satisfied smirk show, but it's probably not successful. “I want you in me. Soon. Please?”
Beomgyu looks at him with some kind of mockery in his eyes, as if he pities Kai for being so desperate, but it only makes Kai more excited. He grew to enjoy getting this kind of attention, having Beomgyu make fun of him just enough to get him riled up.
“And you think you can just get me by acting like this?” He sits up too, so he can get his face closer to Kai’s and make him flustered, on purpose or not. Seeing Beomgyu up close isn't something Kai can get used to, no matter how long it's been since they started dating; it’s his privilege to be able to see every mole on his face, redness on his skin, and stubble around his lips, and he’d brag about it if he could.
“Acting like what?” Kai asks and tries to get Beomgyu to kiss him, but it doesn't work - Beomgyu dodges his lips and chuckles at the annoyed whine Kai lets out.
“You're trying to piss me off the whole day, and now you want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah,” he says, trying to appear as innocent as someone begging to get fucked can appear, hoping that Beomgyu’s cold persona will start to crack soon. “Please?”
Beomgyu looks at him and sighs, though Kai can tell it's just fake annoyance for the show; that doesn't mean it creates any less heat down his stomach when Beomgyu bites the inside of his cheek while thinking about what he should do with Kai.
“If you want to use your mouth so much, go get on the floor,” he says eventually, and Kai gives him a pleased smile before getting out of the bed and kneeling in front of it. He watches Beomgyu take off his shirt and throw it somewhere on the bed, revealing his lean frame, and Kai wishes he weren’t so far away from him so he could touch it again. He wants to lick all over him and put his hands everywhere until he knows every texture, curve, and taste. One day, he will; he already remembers the mole on the inside of his thigh and how the scars on his chest are more felt than seen now, he could recognize his skin by how it tastes on his tongue, and if they kissed blindly, it would still be obvious that the soft lips belong to his Beomgyu.
“No, eyes on the floor. You don't get to look,” Beomgyu says when he notices his eyes are fixed on him as he gets to take his shorts off.
Kai doesn’t really care about the command; the need to observe the pretty, tanned skin on his legs is stronger than his need to submit now. “Why?”
“I only let well-behaved puppies look,” Beomgyu comes up to him (has he been working on his legs at the gym?) and forces his head down himself, and then walks away again as if nothing happened. Kai sighs in annoyance, but doesn’t move.
“Am I not one? I’m kneeling, as you asked,” he whines, more for the fun of it than to actually get Beomgyu to allow him to look; he knows that whatever Beomgyu does, he won’t change his mind anyway, but it doesn’t hurt to annoy him some more. Maybe he will get some better ideas.
“Well-behaved puppies don't talk that much either.”
Kai sighs, but complies, trying not to think of the hard wooden floor under his knees. It's okay that his legs hurt as long as he gets to have Beomgyu sooner or later, preferably sooner.
The good thing about his boyfriend is that he can’t deny Kai anything for too long either; Beomgyu eventually sits down in front of him, but Kai is waiting until he’s allowed to lift his head again. “Don’t want to see what you’re working with?”
He does, so he immediately looks up to see Beomgyu smirking at him with a strap between his legs; not the smallest one they own, but not the biggest either; he figures Beomgyu aims to make him just a little sore today, and it makes his blood rush south, even though it’s not exactly what he wanted. Beomgyu loves to tell him that beggars can't be choosers, and he figures that's the case.
“Why not the real one?”
“You don't deserve the real one.”
Kai clicks his tongue and raises his eyebrows briefly in response and Beomgyu looks at him in a way that lets him know behaving like this won't give him what he wants. He put his hand on Kai's face, using the grip on his chin to move his head left and right as he sees fit; his face looks focused, like he's considering something, and it makes him look prettier to Kai. He selfishly likes seeing Beomgyu's muscles tense on his face, though he thinks Beomgyu might have that figured out about him already.
“Take it off,” he tugs at the collar of Kai's shirt eventually, and Kai complies immediately, throwing it somewhere out of his sight. “We don't want you to get it dirty when you drool like a stupid puppy.”
Kai wants to protest, but there isn't much he can say when the strap is pushed against his lips, making him look up to meet Beomgyu’s eyes instinctively. What would he even say? He does make a mess, and he plans on keeping the tradition going. “You know what to do, Kai-yah.”
He does, although he isn’t exactly used to it. He takes the tip into his mouth and sucks on it to test the waters, replacing the plastic taste with the memory of Beomgyu’s salty skin on his tongue. Beomgyu isn't always in the mood for this; he’ll usually finger Kai until he's crying, whether it's in a loving or reprimanding manner, which is what he wanted for today, but if Beomgyu has different plans then he's going to take whatever he's given.
Kai drags his tongue from the base all the way to the tip and puts his mouth on as much of the length as he can, wetting it slowly to be able to go further. He can feel Beomgyu’s gaze on him and it makes him want to give him a show - stick his tongue out more when he licks it, hollow his cheeks, whine around it when Beomgyu kicks his hands away the second he tries to touch his own half-hard cock through his shorts. He's right; Kai can only focus on one thing at a time.
“Teeth,” he reminds him with a sharp tone as if he can feel it, but Kai treats it seriously anyway and tries his best to pay attention to it. His jaw hurts more this way, but he grew to enjoy it.
“You should be a little more grateful, I’m giving you my cock when you don’t even deserve it and you’re just chewing on it,” he says in a monotone voice while brushing through his hair, almost disappointed. Kai looks up at him briefly and takes more of the length into his mouth, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in his throat because he knows Beomgyu likes it when he does it. He hopes he can feel the outline of the strap under his fingers when he touches his neck. “That’s more like it. Look at me, will you?”
Kai’s eyes are teary from fighting his gag reflex, but he looks up as he’s told anyway; it’s worth it, since he gets to see Beomgyu’s satisfied smirk for a few seconds before he forces his head back down. A string of his saliva runs down his chin as he can’t swallow it properly with the length getting dangerously close to his throat and back up again when Beomgyu moves his head for him, though it’s hard for Kai to think about any of it when he has Beomgyu’s undivided attention on him.
“Can you swallow my come, puppy?” He hears Beomgyu’s voice and tries to nod as much as he can, even if he isn’t sure what Beomgyu means. He whines when Beomgyu pushes his head away from the strap and holds his jaw to keep his mouth open. “Oh, you look pretty.”
He wants to say it back, because Beomgyu looks pretty, too, at this angle. He likes to see him over him like this, holding him and positioning his body as he wishes while his bangs are all over the place and he can see a hint of redness on his ears. His jaw is held in place, though, and Beomgyu leans down to get closer to it; Kai waits for a kiss, but instead foreign saliva hits his tongue, making him look at Beomgyu whose hand dropped from his jaw to caress his cheek.
Kai swallows Beomgyu’s spit along with his own and opens his mouth again to prove that he did so.
“See, you can behave,” Beomgyu lightly taps his cheek and leans down again, this time to actually give Kai the kiss. He melts into it despite the weird angle, with his hand grasping at Beomgyu’s knee. “Want me to fuck you?”
Kai’s ears perk up at the offer and he pushes his body upwards to go after Beomgyu when he sat up straight. “Want you so much.”
Beomgyu reaches behind himself and slaps the mattress a few times, and Kai immediately stands up to claim it as his spot.
“Are you really almost hard just from having something in your mouth?” Beomgyu says almost dismissingly when his hand gets between Kai’s legs, making him push his hips up against the faint touch.
“I could come from it if you’d let me,” Kai talks back, because he really could; he did a few times, and sometimes it was more satisfying - coming fast with little work from Beomgyu so he can focus on making Beomgyu come instead.
“Don’t be greedy,” he says, taking off Kai’s shorts and underwear with the help of Kai lifting his hips up.
“Don’t be greedy,” Kai repeats after him, imitating Beomgyu’s lisp to annoy him, but soon his smirk is replaced with a whine when Beomgyu twists his nipple in response. “Come on, it would be less work for you if I came then.”
“And you think you deserve it?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re so naive,” Beomgyu coos and gives Kai’s cock a few tugs before moving on to warming up some lube on his fingers with Kai observing his moves. Beomgyu’s fingers are shorter but thicker than his, which he’s grown to prefer. He likes how Beomgyu fills him up with little resistance finger by finger, even if he avoids his prostate on purpose and stretches him a bit rougher than usual.
“Did you touch yourself earlier?” Beomgyu asks and Kai doesn’t register the question for a second. His head is full of the feeling of Beomgyu’s fingers in and on his body; maybe the grip on his thigh is strong enough to leave a mark later. Kai hopes it will. “Are you in a rut, puppy? Is this why you can’t control yourself?”
“I- You were hot today, I had to…”
“You had to?” Beomgyu laughs and pushes his fingers in and out of him in a steady motion some more, sometimes pulling them all out to hear Kai whine at him. “I guess you know best how much prep you need then.”
Kai gets nervous for a second, but then again it’s his Beomgyu and he would never hurt him in a way he doesn’t want. He takes one last look at the strap, figuring out he’ll be fine and fully lays on the bed with his legs up, closing his eyes. He takes a deep breath to even it out and waits for Beomgyu to do something, but it seems not to happen for way too long.
“Aren't you forgetting something?” Beomgyu's voice makes him open his eyes and he sees him waving a condom inches away from his face. He frowns and sits up on the bed, but takes the packet anyway. He manages to open it and roll the condom on Beomgyu’s strap, fumbling with it a little because at this point he's impatient and just wants it inside. “Don’t make that face, you don't want to get pregnant, do you?”
“Maybe I do. Just fuck me already,” he whines and lets himself fall back on the mattress.
“That's not how we ask, puppy.”
“Okay, please, fuck me, hyung,”
“I don't know… You can do better,” Beomgyu’s hand caresses his thigh mindlessly as he speaks casually as if nothing was happening. “You’re so tough to handle today, what happened to my cute puppy?”
“I’m still your cute puppy,” he whines and takes his hands above his head to make them look like dog ears he usually reserves for fansigns. “Puppy wants oppa inside, please…”
Beomgyu laughs at him, but Kai doesn’t have much time to think of what to spit back at him when the shame got to his head because the tip of Beomgyu’s strap is already pushing into him with a bit of struggle. It’s been a while since they’ve used this one, or any for that matter, though Kai finds that he doesn’t mind the slightly bigger stretch. It takes a bit to get it in, probably more because of Beomgyu’s nervousness than his. He blindly reaches for Beomgyu’s hand to intertwine their fingers together as Beomgyu pushes into him further.
“You good, puppy?”
“Yeah, h-hyung,” he stutters when he feels Beomgyu bottom out.
“Is that really what I am?”
“No, oppa-”
“Good puppy,” as if in reward, Beomgyu takes his cock into his hand, playing with the drops of precum on the tip and spreading them over the length. Kai moans at the hand matching the pace of Beomgyu’s hips, going slow but deep which they figured is what makes him come the hardest. He smiles at the thought that Beomgyu forgot he wanted to tease him, or maybe just forgave him for how he’s been acting by this point. “Ah, I wanted to fuck you from behind, but I’d miss your face.”
Kai doesn’t know what to do with that sentiment, so he pushes his head up to kiss Beomgyu’s jaw and then goes for his lips, which Beomgyu happily accepts. His hand reaches somewhere into Beomgyu’s freshly brown hair to tug at the short strands. “I like them,” he says vaguely, hoping that Beomgyu will get that he means his haircut, but lacks the clarity in his head to form a more complicated thought. “You’re so handsome with it.”
Beomgyu leaves a peck on his nose before going lower to bite his lip and make them kiss messily again, with their tongues all wrapped around each other. Kai brings his body as close as he can, wanting to feel Beomgyu all over, to crawl under his skin if that were possible.
“You know, I saw your stash earlier, Kai-yah,” Beomgyu says almost casually, and it takes a few seconds for Kai to connect the dots as his thoughts keep being interrupted by the thrusts. The shirts he keeps under his bed before he sneaks them into the laundry… “Yes, this one. I thought my shirts were disappearing in the locker room, but they’re all here under your bed.”
He whines in embarrassment, trying to hide his face, but Beomgyu doesn’t let him. There’s a playful grin on his lips, as if seeing Kai’s flushed face satisfies him. Maybe he likes how pink Kai can get and how far he can take their game until Kai’s tearing up.
“What do you do with them, puppy? Sniff them like a dog to get off?”
Kai turns his head to the side, because Beomgyu is right; he’s been taking shirts from his gym bag whenever Beomgyu went to shower with a fresh one ready. Not necessarily a crime, but it's not something he’d want Beomgyu to see or know about, much less something he’d want to be confronted with when Beomgyu is hitting his prostate so nicely and he can't think of an excuse.
“‘Cause I miss you…”
“What do you miss?”
“Your scent…”
“My scent?” Beomgyu laughs and thrusts harder once, forcing a surprised whine out of Kai. “You really are just a little puppy.”
“You smell good,” Kai mumbles, head still focusing on the slower pace Beomgyu settles for. “I like how you smell.”
“You do?” he laughs and leans down to kiss him, Kai’s hands instinctively wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. “Is this what you do when I’m not here?”
Kai is confused for a second before his vision is blocked by the dark material of what’s probably the shirt Beomgyu took off. He’s actually grateful Beomgyu covered his face; it’s easier to inhale hours worth of Beomgyu’s gym session when he doesn’t see him, even if he knows Kai enjoys it anyway.
“Do you do this? It was a question,” Beomgyu drags the shirt lower so Kai’s eyes get uncovered and Kai can only try muttering something that resembles an agreement. “You’re so easy to please. Whose shirts do you also steal?”
The material is still warm from Beomgyu’s body heat and smells harsher than what he’s used to; better. He can pick up on the sweet undertone that’s usually covered by muskier tones, and it’s as close to what Beomgyu usually smells like as possible. The thrusts get faster and he can’t help but whine, muffled by the material pushed on this mouth.
“Only yours, oppa,” he mutters when Beomgyu takes his hand away for a bit.
Beomgyu smiles at him and pushes the shirt back into Kai’s face to distract him from the pace of his hips as he pushes the strap into him harder. Kai isn’t sure how loud he is, but it doesn’t really matter - he doubts anyone else is in the dorm and he wants Beomgyu to know how he makes him feel; how he’s fucking him to the point that Kai can’t control his own body, that he’d give all of himself to Beomgyu, because it’s him who decides what he needs and gets anyway.
The ache in his cock is changing from pleasant to unbearable, but he knows trying to touch himself is no use; he fucks himself against Beomgyu’s thrusts instead, trying to get himself to trip over the edge, but after a few times of Beomgyu pulling all the way out to push inside again, he eventually feels that he’s completely gone, along with the shirt on his face.
“Beom- why, what, I’m not done, please, hyung? Hyung, I’m so close, I just need-”
“Pretty clits like yours look better hard, puppy,” he says as he runs his fingers over the flushed length. “And that's all it's good for, to look pretty for me. Just big and useless, but so pretty.”
Kai whines and tries to thrust up and make more of his skin get in contact with Beomgyu’s, but Beomgyu only giggles at his desperate attempts and takes the hand away, choosing to lay down next to him instead.
“Calm down, you’ve already had your chance to come,” Beomgyu lifts himself up on one elbow and leans to connect their lips with his other hand balancing his weight on Kai's shoulder. Kai immediately tries to deepen it and Beomgyu lets him; he’s desperate for any sort of touch, hoping that the smallest thing could get him to finish, even if he knows it won’t work like that.
Kai rolls over to wrap his hands around Beomgyu's waist and lay his head on his stomach; he watches Beomgyu get rid of his strap slowly and accepts his fate. Beomgyu’s fingers look pretty working on the attachments, undoing everything until it’s gone and his cock is visible again, reminding Kai that this is what he wanted in the first place.
Beomgyu is still turned on and Kai wishes he could do something about it; if he’s not going to come, he still wants Beomgyu to do so, and he selfishly wants to fulfill his original plan, too. His hand ends up moving lower to rest on the hair on Beomgyu’s groin as he’s trying to calm down his breath enough to ask for what he wants.
He eventually turns his head to face Beomgyu and tries to put on his best begging face to convince Beomgyu his idea is good. “Hyung… oppa, please, let me-”
“What more do you want?” Beomgyu cuts him off, voice more mocking than sharp, but Kai wouldn’t mind either.
“Your cock, please…” he says, ignoring that he’s still hard himself even if his length brushes against Beomgyu’s thigh; it doesn’t really matter when he has a new goal in mind, and he hopes that drawing slow circles on Beomgyu’s hip will get him to take the hint. “You didn't come either, I want to suck you off…”
“You did suck me off already. Aren’t you too greedy?”
“I want to taste you, please? I behaved, let me make you come,” he says and presses a few kisses on Beomgyu’s chest, more to distract himself from the aching feeling in his cock than anything else.
“Ah, puppies are so hard to take care of,” Beomgyu complains jokingly, but strokes Kai’s hair anyway. “Get to work then.”
Kai looks up at him and smiles before leaving a kiss on his lips and quickly positioning himself between Beomgyu's legs on the bed, just in case he changes his mind if he takes too long. He figures it’s best to lay down so his face can be right against Beomgyu and he looks up at him when he leaves a few kisses on his thigh to test the waters.
“Do what you want, puppy.”
Kai doesn’t really need more instructions than that. He drags the flat of his tongue over him while his fingers move on Beomgyu’s cock, a bit uncoordinated, but it doesn’t matter. He half expects Beomgyu to call him out for being a desperate dog, but Beomgyu is too far gone. He hears a whimper coming from him and smiles at the confirmation that whatever he’s doing is working.
He licks wherever he can rather for his own pleasure than Beomgyu’s, but the muscles on his thighs are shaking under Kai’s grip and he can hear him sigh, so he allows himself to focus on the taste on his tongue. He puts his mouth over Beomgyu’s cock and pushes his nose into the hair on his groin to smell as much as he can while he lightly sucks.
Beomgyu grinds down against his face when he licks at him in broad stripes and whimpers, though it’s barely audible from his face being pushed so close to the skin. He drools again, but keeps going nevertheless, pushing his tongue in.
Kai’s hips move on the mattress on their own as he’s trying to get himself to come too while his chin keeps getting covered with his own spit he leaves on Beomgyu. He puts his tongue anywhere, losing his own plot since all that matters to him at this point is to get both of them to trip over the edge.
“Don't hump the bed, stop it,” Kai immediately shifts to raise his hips up, even if Beomgyu’s voice is weak and not as commanding as before. “I said that you can have my cock, not come.”
“Sorry, oppa-”
“You’re not done yet,” he pushes his head back to his groin, making Kai’s cock twitch uselessly while Kai licks a stripe from the back until he reaches his dick again and wraps his lips around it to make him come faster.
He wants to stay like this forever, with Beomgyu’s scent all around him and mixing with his, his thigh in Kai’s grip that might be a little too tight, tasting the soft skin inside him and filling his mouth with his cock; and he wishes he could tell him that, but his head is kept still, so he hopes Beomgyu knows all of it anyway.
Kai’s finger finds its way to his hole, teasing it first to give Beomgyu time to react if he doesn't feel like it today, but when he looks up Beomgyu’s eyes are dazed and fixed on him, almost making Kai embarrassed.
“You’re pretty like this,” Beomgyu says, brushing Kai’s hair behind his ear with a shaky hand, and maybe it would make Kai blush if he wasn't in the position he’s in. He lets his middle finger sink into the soft heat just enough to push up where his dick is on the outside. He circles around the spot until Beomgyu tightens on him and he smiles as he keeps sucking, deciding he found what he was looking for.
He likes the moment Beomgyu loses control the most, when he’s too focused to speak and just squishes Kai’s head with his thighs, sometimes mindlessly pulling his hair or pushing him down, and all Kai can think about is Beomgyu’s tangy scent right against his nose and how he wishes he could lick the sweat from his skin.
Kai pulls back when he figures Beomgyu is done and any more stimulation would just annoy him. He leaves a kiss on his dick and stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking awkwardly to figure out what to do with himself next.
“Come here,” Beomgyu extends his arm vaguely, too dazed to realize Kai sat up and is no longer where he was. “Get on my lap.”
Kai does so immediately, making Beomgyu laugh with how eager he is and he knows that there's a comment about it on his tongue that he can't form now. He does as he’s told and leans down to connect their lips, letting Beomgyu taste what he’s been getting drunk on earlier. He feels fingers wrapping around his cock and growls into Beomgyu’s mouth in frustration; it was neglected for long enough that having Beomgyu’s fist on it creates a mix of pain and pleasure, and he isn't sure which one’s stronger.
“It’s okay, Ningie, you’ll come for me, right? You’re a good puppy.”
He will come, he could do anything Beomgyu wished for, so he nips the skin on his neck and focuses on the strokes, not caring about how shaky his arms are around Beomgyu’s shoulders.
“You’re so good at choking on my dick, my pretty puppy deserves to come too,” he says and pets his hair in the same lazy rhythm he uses on his cock.
“Faster..?” Kai requests, but it comes off more as a question; still, Beomgyu does as he's told and Kai hides his face in the base of his neck as he comes all over Beomgyu’s hand.
“You good?” Beomgyu asks as he milks him until Kai hisses from overstimulation, and that seems to be an answer enough since Beomgyu takes his hand away and leaves a kiss somewhere on his hair before pushing his shoulder carefully with his clean hand. His fingers stop at the stretch mark on his chest and brush over it. Kai doesn’t feel much there, but if Beomgyu wants to kiss it a few times he’ll like it.
“Want to help me clean up after you?” He puts his fingers in front of Kai’s mouth and he wraps his lips around them immediately, making Beomgyu giggle. “Don't swallow it.”
Kai isn't sure why Beomgyu asks for that, but he complies anyway, collecting his come from Beomgyu’s fingers on his tongue and keeps it there when he takes them out and reaches back to his cock to scoop more of it.
“You got quiet now,” Beomgyu teases him, but at this point Kai doesn't mind. He could be saying anything as long as the voice belongs to Beomgyu and his wet fingers drag along his jaw until they settle on Kai’s cheeks and force his jaw loose enough to let Beomgyu see the come pooling on his tongue.
He smiles fondly and kisses Kai on his open mouth, his tongue soon moves against his to make them share his come together. The closeness makes Kai moan softly into the kiss, and his hand moves to the back of Beomgyu’s head to thread his fingers through his soft hair.
“Can you swallow my come for me, Kai-yah?” he asks with his fingers dropping from his jaw to his neck and Kai complies, letting the come and saliva run down his throat. “You did well.”
Kai nods, not knowing what to answer. He probably should say he’s done well too, or that he loves him, but his brain is tired and his body is as well.
“Go lay down for me, okay? Here,” Beomgyu pushes Kai again, this time to the side so he can get off Beomgyu's lap and spread on the mattress instead. He feels cold without Beomgyu's body on his, but Beomgyu solves it temporarily by wrapping him in a blanket. Kai still wishes it was Beomgyu keeping him warm instead.
He closes his eyes to rest properly, forcing his eyelids to stay open seems pointless at this point. He can hear some noises around the room, but nothing alarming enough to pay attention to them properly. He feels light; he likes how spent and sore his body feels after sex, the barely noticeable sting in his jaw a reminder of how it's a result of pleasuring Beomgyu. If he focuses hard enough, he can still taste him on his tongue.
“I love you, hyung,” he mumbles, but doesn't hear anything back. Did Beomgyu not hear him? Kai opens his eyes and looks around the room, but there's nobody else here, just him. He sits up, ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling of drying come and spit on his body, in hopes that Beomgyu is there and he just didn't notice. “Hyungie?”
“What's wrong?”
Kai’s gaze immediately shoots to the door that Beomgyu has just closed after himself. He’s wearing his shorts again and it seems that he cleaned himself up judging by his hair not being a mess anymore.
“Nothing,” Kai says immediately, embarrassed at how quick he was to panic. Of course Beomgyu wouldn't leave him alone like this; he never did. “I didn't see you leave.”
Beomgyu coos at him and walks closer to lean over the bed and briefly make them kiss again. “I was just in the bathroom, don't worry.”
He nods and observes Beomgyu positioning Kai’s head as he wishes to clean his face from all the fluids with the towel he brought back with him. It’s warm on his skin and makes him want to lean more into Beomgyu’s hand in his hair.
“Give me your paw?” He jokes and Kai rolls his eyes at him but gives him his hand to clean anyway. Beomgyu laughs at his reaction as he slides the towel all over his fingers. “Your hands are pretty.”
“You always say that.”
“Well, they're always pretty,” Beomgyu smiles at him and Kai smiles back. It’s good to see him more relaxed than earlier as he moves the towel from his hands to his stomach. He hisses when it gets to him that it’s gotten colder and it creates a strange sensation on his softening cock; Beomgyu mumbles a quick apology and kisses his arm, but Kai didn’t really mind since he’s being taken care of with Beomgyu’s full attention.
“Do you want to get dressed?” he asks when he deems his job done and throws the towel into the laundry basket. Kai thinks about it and nods, letting Beomgyu pick whatever clothes he sees fit and pulling another black shirt over Kai’s head, leaving the sweatpants to him. “You should drink some.”
He hands Kai a bottle he had on his nightstand and it doesn’t hit Kai how dry his mouth and throat were until the liquid filled it. Kai sees Beomgyu get on the bed from the other side in the corner of his eye and soon there’s a familiar dent in the mattress. He puts the bottle back to wrap his arm around Beomgyu’s chest and pull him closer.
“Still sleepy?” Beomgyu asks, threading his fingers through Kai’s hair once he manages to shift into a more comfortable position with Kai’s head on his chest. Kai murmurs something back, but he isn’t sure what it is himself. “I love you, Ningie, you know?”
“Yeah,” Kai says and lifts his head to press a peck to Beomgyu’s lips. “Love you, too.”