twenty four

“I love how you sound.” ( haseul & teddy! )

Teddy closes his eyes. He knows that Haseul is aware of everything; the sound of his heartbeat, the quickness of his breaths, the tightness of his walls around his cock.

But he can’t see his face, and that’s a blessing.

Sometimes, it’s difficult to swallow the amount of affection being fed to him. Teddy has never been very good at self control, and that includes how loud he can get during sex. He can’t help it; everything feels so good, from the coolness of Haseul’s skin against his to the thickness of his cock splitting him open to the arms holding him in place to be used for Haseul’s pleasure.

And yet, hearing those words twist him up inside like nothing else can. He knows it’s showing on his face, and he’s grateful that he’s facing away from his lover.

After all, no one has ever loved him the way Haseul loves him.

Teddy finds Haseul’s hands. He laces their fingers together and sits up, inhaling at the change in the angle. It pushes Haseul’s cock deeper inside of him, pressing on a button in his brain that sends him into sub mode.

It slips out of him before he can stop it. “I love you,” he breathes, eyes closing. There’s no taking it back, and at this point, there’s no chance of him thinking straight. He can worry about it later.

“If only we were alone.” (from Nao to woojin)

Woojin turns to look at Nao, his eyes glowing gold. They glitter like the coins he hoards beneath their home out in his forest. It’s a sign of his playfulness, and it’s a sign of the fire that burns in him.

The fire that Nao specifically stokes low in his belly.

“When has that ever stopped us?” he murmurs, leaning into Nao’s space.

Oh, he knows he needs to behave. They aren’t just anywhere in the city, but at Nao’s work place. Woojin knows how important it is for Nao to have this job. He knows that being able to work here gives them a sense of importance and individuality, and Woojin wouldn’t compromise that for anything.

Even still, he’s never been a stickler for the rules.

Woojin leans across the bar. He snags Nao’s shirt and pulls them in close. People are all around them, likely watching them, and he doesn’t give a damn.

Woojin presses a kiss to Nao’s lips. “You know where the bathroom is, baby,” he teases as he sits back. If Nao wants to sneak away, Woojin will block that door with everything he’s got. Because what Nao wants, Nao gets.