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Generally, Seungbae was a light sleeper. It was lucky that Bum usually stayed in one spot while he slept or else Seungbae would never get any sleep. Every little sound that creaked through the house woke him, bringing back the worries and fears of the day in an instant. Some of that sensitivity had faded since Bum had joined him in his bed—the warmth of his body and the soft pulses of his breath helped ease Seungbae's troubled thoughts. It was comforting to be able to roll over and wrap his arms around something solid and human and feel Bum relax into his touch.
Though Bum helped keep him grounded in the night, Seungbae's dreams ran wild with thoughts of him. He dreamed of frenzied kisses and bare skin, roving mouths and soft tongues. He often hovered just at the brink of consciousness during these dreams, his feelings for his boyfriend swirling in an ethereal fog of ever-shifting emotion and sensation but unable to fully wake. It was the sort of deeply comforting, shallow sleep that he struggled desperately to return to on days that he woke before his alarm.
All night, he had dreamt of his lover's body. They hadn't had much time together for almost a week due to trouble at their respective jobs and it had been days since they had last had time to spend together beyond their routines before bed. Sex was on his mind but his body was exhausted—long hours and little sleep had wrung him dry of any energy. He had needs, though, and they refused to be ignored.
His cock ached. It felt as if his entire being was contained there between his legs, painfully hard and throbbing like a bad tooth. His hand drifted, wrapping around his dick and giving it a few miserable, dry strokes. It wasn't enough. He needed something else, something soft and warm and not his own. Bum's image floated to the surface of his mind, all bare shoulders and beatific expression—the way he was when they were in bed together, exhausted and satisfied.
Seungbae could practically feel the warmth of his lover's touch, Bum's small hands tracing the insides of his thighs and working upward until they found his straining cock. Tongue played over the drooling slit and teased down the length of him, tracing the fat vein along the underside of his dick down and then up again. Presently, there was nothing more appealing than the thought of pink lips parting just for him. He could feel desperation roiling in his belly, urging him to push his hips forward toward the warm presence between his legs, seeking out the heat and friction he needed.
He felt more than heard the soft croon that sent warm breath whispering over his skin. His body arched with pleasure and he jolted awake, bleary-eyed and sticky with sweat. Early morning light streamed through the blinds, filling the bedroom with a golden glow. Bum was not beside him as he usually was, but there was a suspiciously human-shaped lump under the covers squarely between Seungbae's splayed thighs. He couldn't help but determine that this was the source of the soft, wet sounds drifting from the blankets and the insistent pressure on his cock. Maybe his investigatory skills weren't so shabby after all.
Seungbae tossed the covers back, exposing the top of Bum's head. Strands of ink-black hair fell across his flushed face as he glanced up from where his mouth was wrapped around the tip of Seungbae's dick. Bum pulled back with a soft pop and smiled sheepishly as he brushed the blunt tip of his nose along the length of Seungbae's cock.
"Good morning," Bum sighed. His lips latched gently onto the sensitive spot beneath the head of the cock before him, suckling, causing Seungbae's hips to go tight with the urge to thrust.
"Ah—you can't—you can't do that, not while I'm sleeping," Seungbae panted. He reached down and brushed Bum's dark hair aside, looking down into those dark eyes, half-lidded and warm with lust. Bum wrapped a hand around the base of Seungbae's cock and stroked it, smearing saliva down its length.
"You were poking me with it," Bum protested softly. "It woke me up." He gathered Seungbae's foreskin between two fingers and pulled it back tight, then worked it slowly back over the head, precum streaming messily where the flesh gathered at the tip. Bum ran the flat of his tongue over it, licking it up and sending a shock of pleasure down Seungbae's spine.
"I just wanted to make you feel good," Bum whispered, his parted lips huffing warm breath over Seungbae's cock. It took every effort not to grab him by the hair and shove him down, make him take every inch until he choked on it—anything for Seungbae to get some relief.
He was faintly aware that his phone's alarm was going off; thoughtlessly, he reached over and swept his thumb against the screen, silencing it.
"I can stop," Bum added as he pulled back a fraction. His flushed face was marked with concern, afraid that he had done something terribly wrong. Seungbae let out a shaky breath and rested his hand on the back of Bum's head, smoothing down the short hair there, trailing his fingers down until he could cup the back of Bum's neck.
"I'll die if you stop now," Seungbae murmured. His free hand reached down and grasped himself by the base, giving it a little squeeze to ward off the growing pressure of release. "So, please... Keep going..."
Bum was unable to hide the look of delight on his face as Seungbae guided his cock to his mouth. Bum opened up obediently, tongue slightly out, eager to take all that Seungbae had to give. His throat contracted in small swallows that had Seungbae's breath coming in harsh pants as he pressed himself in. Bum took the initiative to close the last of the gap, drawing a breath through his nose and opening his throat as he sank all the way down, his nose nuzzling into the coarse hair between Seungbae's legs.
"Hah—that's it, suck on it," Seungbae sighed. He squeezed the nape of Bum's neck and watched as he hollowed his cheeks, working Seungbae's dick with the steady push-pull of his throat and the swirl of his tongue. He bobbed his head slowly, the firm texture of his soft palate rubbing perfectly along the head of Seungbae's cock as it give way to the smooth muscle of his throat.
"Do you like this?" Seungbae asked as he reached up to wipe sweat from his brow. Bum hummed a note in the affirmative, the sound of it vibrating all the way down Seungbae's cock and making his balls tighten. "Ah—you should touch yourself, then."
Bum complied without hesitance, his hips propping up beneath the blankets as he climbed to his knees. He braced himself with one elbow on the mattress while the other ducked down into the darkness beneath the covers, presumably wrapping around his own needy cock. Seungbae wished that he could see it; he could envision it in his mind, small and sweet, flushed pink at the tip, so pale in comparison to the dark curls at the base.
"You're pretty like this, jagiya," Seungbae whispered. He moved to hold Bum's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over Bum's cheeks, ghosting along the sleepless shadows beneath his eyes. Bum moaned blissfully, tilting his head into Seungbae's loving hands. His lips closed around the base of the cock in his mouth, sucking firmly as he slowly drew his way to the tip. His dark-eyed gaze flicked up to meet Seungbae's as he pulled off. Seungbae groaned openly with disappointment, tilting his hips up coaxingly.
"Don't stop, I'm close," Seungbae whimpered, fingers twining into Bum's hair, trying to guide him back. Bum resisted the slightest bit, twisting his head to kiss the inside of Seungbae's wrist.
"Can we—I want to lay on top of you," Bum said. His fingers climbed up Seungbae's thighs, his right hand sticky with his own precum. "I want to... to feel your cock against mine."
"Come here," Seungbae panted. He took hold of Bum's arms, pulling him gently, though the flesh of his thin arms still gave easily against Seungbae's large hands. Bum wiggled up along the length of Seungbae's body, his stomach dragging torturously against Seungbae's dick as he settled. He was only tall enough to rest his head upon Seungbae's chest as he slotted himself into place, his cock nestled alongside Seungbae's, his thighs bracketing Seungbae's hips.
Slowly, Bum began to rock against him, driving his cock against the firmness of Seungbae's body. His arms came to wind around Seungbae's neck as Seungbae reached down to take hold of his ass, the only place on his body he seemed to keep any weight.
"Like this," he murmured. Seungbae pushed his hips up against Bum's just as his hands forced him down, beginning a steady rhythm of pressure and friction. Bum gasped and squirmed, his toes curling against Seungbae's calves and his blunt nails scraping the flesh at the base of Seungbae's neck. His mouth kept occupied leaving kisses along his lover's chest, occasionally stopping to sink his teeth in lightly, sucking red marks onto Seungbae's skin. He couldn't deny Bum his comforts when they were like this.
"Where do you," Seungbae began, panting, as he thrust against Bum's body, his balls going tight with imminent release. "Where do you want me to come?"
"Ah—all over me, make me dirty," Bum whined. Seungbae growled as he pushed and pulled him harder against himself, urged on by Bum's desperate moans as he was manhandled. Something urged Seungbae to switch their positions and he didn't bother to resist; he tucked his hands under Bum's thighs and flipped them, feral instinct inside of him delighting in the gasp and cry that Bum made in surprise.
Bum clung to him as if he were afraid to ever be without him, his arms wound tight around Seungbae's shoulders and legs crossed over his lower back. Seungbae dropped him to the mattress, groaning as he ground their hips together roughly, his head spinning with the growing heat within him. His fingers pried at Bum's hands where they clutched his shoulders, forcing him to let go, leaving him sprawled on his back.
Bum worried his lower lip with his teeth, fingers curling into the pillow beneath him as Seungbae brought himself to his knees. With a fist curled around his cock, Seungbae hungrily took in the sight of his boyfriend spread out for him, panting and desperately hard, and with that he tipped over the edge. With a chest-deep groan, thick ribbons of cum spurted from the tip of his cock, streaking Bum's flesh with his release. Some of it dripped from the underside of his chin while more still slid into the little well of his collarbone and over one pink nipple.
Suddenly drained of his energy, Seungbae sagged over Bum's body, holding himself up on his elbows. Bum panted raggedly beneath him and the heat from his face radiated between their flesh. One of his hands reached down to close around his own cock, smearing it with Seungbae's cum, jerking it with the kind of desperation that had him biting his lip and throwing his head back.
"Let me, I want to," Seungbae panted, reaching down to swat Bum's hand away. He wrapped his hand firmly around Bum's cock, feeling it jerk needily at the slightest brush of his fingers. He stroked it once, twice, and Bum was crying out, thrusting his hips into the circle of Seungbae's hand, coming over his fingers. Seungbae continued to stroke him until Bum was jerking and gasping with overstimulation, his eyes glossy and wet with torturous pleasure.
Bum's breathing rustled through Seungbae's short hair as he eased himself down on top of his small form, his ear tucked to Bum's chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. Bum's fingers combed through Seungbae's hair while his head lolled on the pillow, eyelids fluttering, drifting easily against the waves of sleep that lapped against him. The mess between their bodies was already drying but Seungbae didn't mind; they could have a bath later and worry about it then.
With his pressing needs satisfied, Seungbae was close to drifting back to sleep. It wasn't until he heard Bum's sleepy voice calling for him that he stirred back to consciousness with a tired hum.
"Jagiya," Bum murmured, "You're going to be late for work..."
Oh.