Settling in

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[Weeks of lost sleep, bottle feeding and kitten care had done wonders for little Chun Li. She was still on the small side, but could tear around the apartment, enjoyed playing with her toys and even learned to fistbump. If you liked having your fist patted with a kitten paw.

The gang hadn't minded a few nights of bottlefeeding since the kitten was so easy to love. But the feedings turned to weaning on solid food and the restoration of a sleep schedule.

Other changes were taking place in the apartment. Joon-gi's things were more easily integrated with Zhao's. Everyone in their friend circle noticed how close they were becoming, teasing them a bit for it. Most of all, Zhao sat on the couch, playing with the kitten and looking over with interest as Joon-gi made dinner. He didn't know what all it would involve, but there was rice.

Someone else cooking for me? That's hot, he thought. But he promised to be good and not hover.]

Smells good, whatever it is. You need me to set the table or...?

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[joongipan]

[ Joon-gi had few regrets in life, but never learning to cook under his mother's guidance was one of them.

When his mother walked out of his life, Joon-gi had been forced to fend for himself. Most of that involved scrounging up ready-to-eat meals and instant noodles, or whatever take-out his father brought home and forgot about in the fridge. But he quickly realized that he couldn't live off cup noodles forever, and so he tried to teach himself to cook by copying recipes from home living magazines in the supermarket.

His success rate was middling, at best. His father constantly complained, no matter what, so Joon-gi never really knew if he was any good or if his father was just being an asshole.

But now he wanted to make more of an effort because he wasn't simply cooking for himself anymore. It didn't exactly seem fair that Zhao always took on the burden of preparing meals, especially when he had an entire restaurant to run, as well.

So Joon-gi decided to start small and choose a recipe that was quick, easy, and filling. Pepper steak stir fry certainly fit the bill, and it also fit well with his diet.

The smell of meat sizzling in soy sauce, garlic, and ginger wafted through the kitchen. Joon-gi scraped at the contents of the skillet with a wooden spoon, making sure that everything would cook evenly.

He heard Zhao in the next room and called over his shoulder. ]

Would you? This should be ready in about five more minutes.

[ He tipped the plate of onions and sweet peppers that he'd cooked earlier back in the pan, giving it another stir to coat them in the sauce. The rice cooker chimed nearby, indicating that the rice had finished cooking. ]

Rice is done. Can you fill up some bowls, please?

[ Honestly, the pepper steak smelled so good, he might sneak a bite before dinner was served. ]

[seemagicshit]

[It felt weird not being the one cooking in his own kitchen, but he genuinely wanted to see what his boyfriend was capable of creating. He set the tables and spooned the rice into bowls. When he got close enough, he got a decent whiff of the food.

He couldn't help but peer over Joon-gi's shoulder to check the progress. And if he's already there, may as well slide his hands over his hips.]

Oooh pepper steak, looking good. Almost as good as the cook. [He didn't want to distract Joon-gi from critical cooking so only kissed him on the cheek before leaving him be. He topped off Chun-Li's water and spread out kitten food for her to eat. She'd gotten some shots the other day which knocked her a little on her ass, but now she ate her food with gusto, mewing.]

[joongipan]

[ He felt Zhao sneak up behind him, hands settling against his hips. Joon-gi shifted his weight, allowing himself to lean briefly into his boyfriend's arms. He tipped his head slightly to receive a kiss on the cheek and smiled up at Zhao. ]

I appreciate the vote of confidence, but at least wait until you taste it before passing judgement.

[ He took the skillet off the heat and tipped the contents into a pair of bowls, then brought them to the table. Joon-gi took a seat and grabbed a bowl. ]

Itadakimasu.

[ Joon-gi picked through the steak and vegetables with a pair of chopsticks, blowing at the steam wafting upward so he wouldn't burn his tongue on the first bite.

Well, the moment of truth...

He popped a thin piece of steak into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. The meat was so tender and juicy it practically melted in his mouth! He couldn't help but moan softly as he savored the balance of flavors on his tongue.

Holy shit, this might actually be the best meal he's ever cooked in his entire life...

Remembering that Zhao was right there, Joon-gi swallowed and looked at him expectantly. ]

Well? How is it?

[ If Zhao didn't like it, Joon-gi might literally die from the emotional devastation. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Zhao topped his plate with rice and combined it with the pepper steak. Then he ate just the pepper steak itself, chewing thoughtfully and letting the flavors mingle in his mouth. He had thought that it might be mostly okay for a first crack at a recipe and he'd offer ways to refine it.

This transported him. The tenderness of the meat, the care and the love he put into it, Zhao could taste it all. He also made a mental leap about a certain truth. He knew now why Joon-gi had cried, that first morning having breakfast. Because some part of him had recognized the love that Zhao was trying to convey through food when words were too early yet.

I was already in love with him back then. Fuck me. But he needed some words. And he'd have to be direct and probably mushy about it, but they were necessary.]

This is pretty damn good. You got a talent. Now, it's not quite how I'd make it, but that doesn't make it bad. It's just how you make it and I like it.

It's just kinda weird. I get to taste all the love you put into it. I'm usually doing that for you every time I cook. Just cause screaming out my feelings on the roof will probably get us evicted.

[He gave a little delighted laugh and kept eating. Luckily he still had his shades on, so could hide how teary bright his eyes felt in the moment.]

[joongipan]

[ Joon-gi watched with rapt attention as Zhao ate, trying to discern the subtle play of emotions flickering across his face. His own food remained untouched while he waited for Zhao to give his verdict...

Something tightened within his chest as he remembered his father's irritated complaints and constant comparisons to his mother's cooking, which was obviously superior to Joon-gi's own. Not once had his father ever offered to help him in the kitchen or give him any sort of guidance on how he might improve.

For a moment, he wondered if Zhao might lie to him, just to spare his feelings. He thought that might actually be worse than listening to even the most cutting criticism. If he didn't know he had made some mistake, then how could he possibly improve his technique?

But those fears were quickly allayed as Zhao told him the food was good. Not just good; pretty damn good, at that! ]

Thank you. I seasoned it a little differently than what it called for in the recipe. Some Korean chili salt for a little extra kick. I made sure to use a gentle hand because I didn't know how spicy you like it.

[ A subtle blush bloomed across Joon-gi's face at being so complimented. He lowered his eyes and took another bite of his food, trying not to look too pleased with himself, and probably failing. ]

I'm... glad you like it. [ He hazarded a shy glance up at Zhao, watching him eat with enthusiasm. ] I just wanted to return the favor, you know? Since you're always going through the trouble of keeping me well-fed, I thought it would be nice if you got to sit back and relax while someone else handled the cooking.

I don't know if I'll ever manage to reach your level of expertise, but I think I'd like to try to master a few simple recipes, at least.

[ No, making coffee every morning didn't count. ]

[seemagicshit]

I think mastering this is a great start. We should celebrate your first recipe!

[They had been drinking water, but Zhao looked around in the fridge for something with a bit more bite that would pair nicely and didn't have too many calories on the rocks.]

Cheers!

[And now that he was paying attention, was his boyfriend even hotter than usual? He certainly smiled prettily and...

Well shit. They hadn't done anything fun in over a month! Granted they'd both been tired as fuck and he swore they did hand stuff once. But they had a chance to relax and what better way to get someone to relax than to rail them stupid?

It was about time Zhao returned the favor, after all.]

[joongipan]

Cheers!

[ Joon-gi popped the tab on the offered beer and took a hearty swig. It wasn't anything fancy, but it didn't need to be. The flavor was light and refreshing, and it paired well with the spicy flavor of the meat.

Just what Joon-gi needed to help unwind after a long day of running errands for Seong-hui.

He asked Zhao about his day, listening to the latest gossip at the restaurant while gently fending off Chun-Li when she tried to climb up his leg. She seemed to think it was a game, bounding back and forth between their feet beneath the table while Joon-gi tried to nudge her away.

Thankfully, she seemed to be losing steam just as they were finishing up with dinner. Joon-gi scooped her up and kissed her between the ears, holding her close to his chest. ]

Would you mind cleaning up while I put her down for bed? [ He gave Zhao a knowing look. ] Maybe we can finally catch up on the latest episode of our show now that she's sleeping through the night.

[ It had been one of their favorite pastimes, curling up together on the couch and watching overwrought romantic K-Dramas. (With subtitles, for Zhao's benefit.) Half the time he could hardly pay attention because whenever the romantic leads would start kissing, he would feel Zhao's hands begin to wander beneath his shirt, his lips brushing against his throat. And that would eventually lead to sloppy make-out sessions, which would lead to other things...

If he was being honest with himself, the invitation to watch TV was mostly just an excuse. Maybe it's because he was a little tipsy right now, but all he wanted was to lay next to Zhao, curled comfortably within the protective circle of his arms and see how long it would take before his hand inched its way beneath his shirt.

He was going to place his bets on fifteen minutes, tops. ]

[seemagicshit]

Oh that's a good idea. We're a few episodes behind so we'll have to catch up.

[Zhao cleaned the table and got the dishes washed and left to dry. Then, with his boyfriend distracted with kitten, he crept into the bedroom and got into more comfortable clothes. He broke out a pair of higher tight shorts that showed off his muscular legs. He had to give Joon-gi something to ogle, after all.

Once he was dressed, he joined his boyfriend on the couch and snuggled in for a good watch. It was at a good part because the heroine was torn between two love interests. He started with his hand at Joon-gi's hip, just playing a bit with his shirt.

But then! One of the guys started making out with the heroine's friend and they were going to plot her downfall! Zhao just stood up.]

What the fuck, you assholes! They're going to screw her over, man.

[This was also to distract Joon-gi from his careful plan. As he settled back down and the heroine tearfully went to the actual good love interest, Zhao slowly crept his hand up that shirt. And just. So casually. Started rubbing on one of his boyfriend's tits. And maybe just. Little tiny licks on his neck.]

[joongipan]

[ Joon-gi put the kitten in her bed and tucked her in before settling himself on the couch. He spent a minute arranging the pillows and a fleece blanket to share while he waited for Zhao to come back.

It didn't take him long. Joon-gi looked up from the television screen and nearly did a double-take when Zhao sauntered in. He was wearing a long-sleeved button-up pajama top paired with ridiculously short athletic shorts that left very little to the imagination, and was only just barely covered by the hem of his shirt. He couldn't help but stare for a moment, his eyes raking down the length of Zhao's thickly muscled legs and those perfectly toned calves.

God... He's doing this on purpose. ]

Aren't you freezing in those shorts? [ Joon-gi extended one arm, holding the blanket open. ] Get over here so I can warm you up.

[ Zhao obliged, and Joon-gi tucked one leg comfortably beneath himself as he curled up next to his boyfriend, head resting on his shoulder. He hit play and tossed the remote on the coffee table, pulling the blanket even tighter against his body. He could feel the delicious warmth radiating off Zhao's body, and Joon-gi snuggled even closer, his hand dragging down the length of Zhao's arm.

As he watched the tense scene unfold between the principle characters, Joon-gi felt the brush of fingers against his hip and a subtle tugging at the hem of his shirt. He made a small, contented noise and smiled to himself, pretending not to notice.

Suddenly, Zhao stood up, ripping free of the blanket, and Joon-gi's loose grip. ]

H-Hey! Settle down, will you? [ He made a placating gesture, hoping to lure Zhao back into the blanket nest once more. ] This is an important part, and I don't want to miss it, okay?

[ His eyes were glued to the screen as the heroine tended to the good love interest, who also happened to be her childhood friend. He'd been injured in an altercation with his romantic rival and was bleeding heavily from a cut right above his brow. Her fingers hesitated briefly as she examined the wound, her hand coming to rest against his cheek. The anger within his eyes melted away at that soft touch, revealing a rare moment of vulnerability.

Joon-gi totally ate it up. He was absolutely weak for those tense moments of vulnerability, that lowering of one's guard in the face of such gentleness.

It was then that he felt Zhao's hand slipping beneath his shirt, palm splayed against his chest. Almost mirroring the movements of the heroine's hands on screen. Joon-gi drew a soft breath, leaning against Zhao as he fingers idly traced circles against his skin.

The heroine cupped her best friend's face between both her hands. Something had irrevocably shifted between them, and they both knew it. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his—

Zhao shifted next to him, and Joon-gi drew a shuddering breath as he felt the wet lapping of a tongue against his throat. A tendril of heat flickered deep within his belly as he tipped his head back, granting Zhao better access to his neck. His own hand came to rest against Zhao's thigh, feeling the heat of bare skin against his palm. He gently kneaded that thick slap of muscle and dipped his hand further down, toward the inner thigh.

If Zhao was going to be distracting, well... Two could play that game. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Zhao spared a quick look at the screen, watching the heroine and her best friend kiss for the first time and then hold each other close as their lives changed forever.

He then worked on little sucking kisses down Joon-gi's neck toward his shoulder. He shifted his legs just to get more of that hand feeling up his thigh. Damn that was good. With his own hand, he gently stroked up and down the length of the Korean's chest.

Which was all very well and good, but only one part of his plan. He regrettably stopped kissing to whisper in his boyfriend's ear.]

I think someone's aching to be touched. I bet you'd love to have my hands everywhere, wouldn't you? I don't blame you, baby. It's been a while.

But I have something really special planned. [He stopped talking just long enough to suck on that perfect earlobe before continuing.]

All this time we been together and I realize something. Gotten to see how hard I can get and how much you love it. I bet you're just wondering if we'd reverse positions. Maybe you're dying to know how it feels to get fucked good and slow.

If you tell me that's what you want, I can make that happen.

[joongipan]

[ He groaned softly as Zhao lavished his attentions on his neck, each kiss sending an electric thrill down his spine. His eyes fluttered closed as he focused on those pleasurable sensations, the blood rushing downward with his quickened pulse.

He felt Zhao shift beside him, spreading his legs just a little wider. Joon-gi took the hint and moved his hand to palm Zhao over his shorts, and felt him beginning to stiffen beneath his touch.

I think someone's aching to be touched.

Joon-gi laughed breathlessly, shivering at the feeling of those soft lips brushing against his ear. ]

I'm not the only one. [ He rolled the heel of his palm against Zhao's cock and gently squeezed his balls for good measure. ] You're already getting hard and we've barely even started...

[ Could Joon-gi blame him, though? It had been awhile since they did anything, aside from that one time they lazily jerked each other off because they were too tired to do more than that.

He spared Zhao a sidelong glance, eyes half-lidded as Zhao sucked on his earlobe, sending another wave of heat straight to his groin. Joon-gi was grateful that he was wearing comfortable sweatpants to lounge in because he could feel himself getting stiff as Zhao whispered his proposal.

He remembered that night—quite vividly, in fact—with Zhao spread beneath him, rock-hard and begging to come. His own cock twitched in remembrance of being buried deep within Zhao, those strong legs wrapped around his hips.

But god... What if? What if Joon-gi was the one riding Zhao? What if he was the one with his thighs clutching Zhao's hips with that magnificent cock in his ass?

He released a shuddering breath, tilting his head to one side so that he could look at Zhao directly. His hand hadn't stopped moving between Zhao's legs. ]

I've definitely thought about it...

[ He'd done more than that, actually. The night that they'd jerked each other off, Joon-gi had awoken from a dream where Zhao had railed him within an inch of his life. The disappointment of it only having been a dream was soothed by Zhao's eager touch, and the thought of one day being pinned beneath his body, making the dream a reality.

Joon-gi leaned closer, his lips brushing against Zhao's mouth. ]

I want it. I want you to fuck me slowly, until I can't stand it any longer. I want you to draw it out and make me beg for mercy, just like I did to you.

[seemagicshit]

[Well he hadn't plan on having his balls handled just yet, but never let it be said Zhao wasn't appreciative of the gesture. Not to mention Joon-gi seemed to be getting turned on by the thought of getting railed, which WAS a part of his plan.

But again, his boyfriend turned it around by demanding to be railed so he blurted out the first thing:]

Hot.

[Which made him snort with laughter for a bit, enough that he leaned his forehead against his boyfriend's shoulder and giggled for a bit before he got himself under control. Zhao lifted the other man into his lap, so they both faced each other.]

Well, that sounds like a lovely idea. I'd hate to think I've been neglecting you. But if you're gonna get fucked slow, let me warm you up a bit more, hmm?

[And sloppy makeouts commenced, with Zhao making pleased noises in their kisses, sometimes nibbling, sometimes twining his tongue and at times even abandoning the lips altogether to spread kisses along his neck. With both hands he firmly cupped Joon-gi's ass, rolling with his palms. With his fingers, he'd tease along that entrance, nevermind that they were still clothed.

All in good time.]

I bet you're already hard too. I bet you want it so bad you just want to rub yourself against my stomach. But you can't do that. We're drawing this out. Gonna kiss you and touch you until it drives you crazy because you have to have my fingers fucking you first.

You gotta say, "Zhao, please get me ready to fuck" before I'll do that.

[In the meantime, while his boyfriend absorbed that information, Zhao ripped off whatever sweatshirt impeding him, positioned his body just so and starting licking and sucking on those beautiful tits with a loud moan.]

[joongipan]

[ Zhao's laughter was infectious, and Joon-gi found himself laughing softly along with him. He tipped his head to one side, feeling Zhao's warm breath against his neck as he nuzzled close, trying to stifle his giggles.

It felt good to loosen up like this, to laugh unashamedly at Zhao's forwardness. Joon-gi shifted his weight, straddling Zhao's hips. From this vantage point, he was able to look down on Zhao for once, and he reveled in even this small height advantage. He cradled Zhao's face between his hands, feeling the rough stubble along his cheeks.

I'd hate to think I've been neglecting you. ]

You haven't. Not even once.

[ He tipped his face close and kissed Zhao deeply, lips parting to invite him in. In the background, he could vaguely catch pieces of dialogue from the television: loving endearments whispered to one another against a soft, romantic violin accompaniment. The kiss was slow and sensual, as he imagined the one onscreen might look, though he couldn't really say for sure. His attention was wholly preoccupied with more pressing matters...

Joon-gi gasped, arching his back as firm hands gripped his ass, squeezing. He rolled his hips as Zhao teased along his entrance, fingers tracing the seam of his sweatpants. That teasing pressure sent sparks of pleasure to ignite along every nerve-ending, straight to his cock. There was really no hiding his growing erection, and he groaned when Zhao told him he couldn't grind up against him. ]

Okay. [ The word was barely a breath. He looked down at Zhao with feverish eyes as a few strands of silver hair fell across his brow. ] I'll be good, I promise.

[ Zhao's hands moved to his waist, grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt and rolling it upward. Joon-gi lifted his arms briefly as Zhao peeled it off, ruffling his hair further in the process. And then he felt those hands once more roving along his back as Zhao tipped his head forward, lips dragging along his chest. There was a sharp intake of breath as Zhao licked and sucked on his tits, leaving purpling marks against his pale flesh.

He cupped the back of Zhao's head with one hand, fingers weaving into his hair as Joon-gi held him close, eager for the scrape of teeth against his skin, the teasing flick of a warm tongue against his nipple. He tipped his head back with a heady moan, rolling his hips once again before remembering Zhao's order from before.

You promised to be good, remember?

There was a sizable tent in his sweatpants now. He whimpered softly, aching to be touched even as he pressed a tender kiss to the crown of Zhao's head. ]

Please... [ His voice trembled with unrestrained need. ] I need more...

[ But those weren't the words that Zhao had asked him to say, were they? Perhaps, on some subconscious level, he knew that he wasn't quite ready to give in just yet.

But soon. Very soon... ]

[seemagicshit]

[They weren't the exact words he'd asked for but they were close enough, right? Or wait, shit, maybe you gotta stick to the rules when you do this kind of thing. He paused in the laving of tongue on tit for a moment.

He realized he couldn't possibly get to the level of command his boyfriend could because he'd sound like an asshole. Maybe...he might have to try something completely different.

Zhao sat Joon-gi back down on his lap, took off his shades and gazed at him lovingly. Then he turned to whisper in his ear as he painted a glorious picture with words alone.]

It's gonna be so good. You've wondered for so long, but you get to let go and let my fingers feel you from the inside. Bet you've just been in meetings or in the middle of tasks and you wonder how good it'll feel. Just feel yourself get filled up, get that spot stroked and touched. Then you want it so bad. You can feel it start to ache with just the thought. You have to go someplace alone, because you get as painfully hard as you are now.

You have to rip your pants down and get yourself off because there's no way you can stop wondering. It'll feel so fucking good, even better then you can dream. And then?

[He stopped his narrative enough to deliberately grind his own erection against his boyfriend's. Nice and slow.]

This big hard cock is going to fill you up even more. Maybe it'll be on your back so you can watch me bang you so slow and deep. Or maybe. Just maybe. Maybe you've been dreaming about being face first and ass up so those big strong legs that I know you love will clench around you with every thrust.

You can have all of this. You just gotta tell me the magic words. "Zhao, please get me ready to fuck."

[joongipan]

[ There was a pause as Zhao removed his shades, revealing those gorgeous brown eyes that were full of love and adoration. Joon-gi never understood how anyone could find brown eyes dull or boring. He loved those moments when he woke up before Zhao did, waiting for the moment when the sunlight would peer through the blinds and fall against his face. And when he finally did open his eyes, they would settle on Joon-gi—warm and sweet as honey—and he would smile lazily up at him before nuzzling close.

He shifted his weight as Zhao gently adjusted their positions, then leaned close to whisper in his ear. Joon-gi bit his lower lip as Zhao's words painted a rather vivid picture of workplace indecency, and he allowed himself to sink into that forbidden fantasy, eyes fluttering closed. He resisted the temptation to reach between his legs and stroke himself, instead clutching at his thigh just to keep his hand still.

He promised to be good. He promised to obey. So he would. It's what Zhao wanted, and so he'd be good for him.

But then Zhao moved against him, rolling his hips so that their clothed erections were rubbing against one another. Joon-gi made a small, desperate noise in the back of his throat as he clutched at Zhao's shoulders, grinding against him, as well.

He wasn't technically touching himself, but maybe he was still going against the spirit of the rules? Joon-gi whispered a barely audible curse beneath his breath. Fuck it. If Zhao didn't like it, he could stop him, if he wanted to.

But he didn't. Because Zhao wanted this, and so he would allow this small indiscretion. Because he enjoyed watching Joon-gi's resolve slowly unravel, his carefully constructed mask of stoicism slip from his face, until it fell to the floor and shattered.

Joon-gi looked at him from beneath dark lashes, that delicate flush spreading down his neck and across his bruised chest. He moaned softly as Zhao described what else he might do to him, and his cock ached with the thought of it.

He imagined being pressed face first to the bed, the weight of Zhao's body leaning against his spine. Strong hands atop his own, pinning them down. Teeth at the nape of his neck, clamped down, just shy of drawing blood. Getting fucked relentlessly, like a dog. Like an animal. His own hungry screams muffled by the pillow pressed against his mouth. ]

Fuck...

[ His entire focus had narrowed to his throbbing cock, how huge and swollen it felt, aching for release. This slow and gentle grinding wasn't enough to satisfy, and it took every ounce of will within him not to quicken his pace, not to be rough and disobey Zhao's orders.

Be good, be good be good... ]

Zhao, please... [ His voice sounded so small and pathetic to his own ears. ] Please get me ready to fuck...

[ He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Zhao's lips, whispering "please" once again. Begging. He wasn't above begging. Not now, not when Zhao had him at his mercy. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Oh he knew painting a glorious picture with words would do the trick. He had no idea how much Joon-gi could beg and he'd be a heartless bastard to ignore that, now wouldn't he? He grinned.]

There ya go.

[Well he hoped his boyfriend enjoyed a princess carry because that's what was happening on the way to the bedroom, with a few kisses here and there. Zhao lay him out on the bed, removing his sweats, and took a moment to appreciate how horned up his boyfriend really was. And why not give him a show as Zhao removed all his clothes piece by piece. Whenever it looked like Joon-gi might want to touch himself, Zhao would pause the strip tease to capture his hand and kiss it.

Once he was just as naked as his boyfriend, he removed all his rings, one by one, to ramp up the anticipation of what would come next. Then came the lube and as much as Zhao wanted to go to town, he slowed down and gently prepared his boyfriend, stretching him out with patience and care. It occurred to him that it might have been a while since he'd been taking it from anyone, given the tightness. But it didn't matter. Only that what they'd do would wipe that memory away.

When Joon-gi was writhing and trying to strangle his cries for needing so much more, Zhao grinned, slipping on a condom and slicking himself up.]

Gonna fuck you nice and slow until you tell me otherwise.

[With patience, he helped position Joon-gi to be face down, getting everything just right before he started to sink in with slow thrusts. He groaned and lowered his body on top, legs starting to clamp around.]

Oh fuck you feel so good. Let me know if I'm too heavy.

[joongipan]

[ It still surprised him, how easily Zhao could sweep him up into his arms, when given the proper motivation. Joon-gi was by no means a delicate flower, and yet... there were times when he didn't entirely mind being made to feel so soft and fragile, nestled within the safety of his lover's arms.

He was laid gently down upon the bed, his face peppered with kisses as Zhao fingered the waistband of his sweats, tugging it lower. Joon-gi lifted his hips, helping him along as he peeled out of his remaining clothes. It was such a relief when his cock finally sprang free and flopped against his belly, shamelessly displayed for Zhao's pleasure. He stretched luxuriously with a soft sigh, laying the back of one hand against his brow. He looked like he was posing for a centerfold advertisement for expensive perfume. At least, that was the mood he was trying to evoke. ]

Well? Like what you see?

[ So what if he was fishing for a compliment? Everyone likes being told they look gorgeous every now and again. Even Han Joon-gi.

Especially Han Joon-gi.

He watched through half-lidded eyes as Zhao put on his own performance, popping open the buttons of his shirt one by one, exposing a swathe of bronzed skin and a chiseled physique. Without even realizing, Joon-gi drew one hand across his own chest, fingertips dragging along the taut muscles of his belly, and lower still...

Zhao seized his hand, guiding it away from his cock, and pressed a tender kiss to his knuckles. Joon-gi drew a shivering breath and closed his eyes, groaning softly. ]

Not even a little?

[ That smile, along with the small shake of his head, was all the answer Joon-gi needed. Gentle, but firm. Not at all like...

He closed his eyes and tried to push away the memory of his mirrored-twin—those sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, those fingers wrapped around his throat. He swallowed hard even as his cock twitched with the memory of how good it felt, to be so dominated; to be denied such gentleness until he had served his purpose and his mirrored-twin's needs had been satisfied.

He opened his eyes just in time to watch Zhao remove his rings one by one, and carefully set them aside on the bedside table. His cock was throbbing painfully, clear slick leaking onto his belly in anticipation of what was to come.

He held his breath as Zhao leaned over him, pushing his thighs apart with one hand. He felt two fingers stroking at his entrance, teasing their way inside, and his mouth dropped open with a soft, strangled cry.

God. God, it felt so good. He felt Zhao's fingers curl inside him; a shock of pleasure lit up every nerve, setting his whole body aflame. He reached down and briefly wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing tight so as to stave off an impending orgasm. ]

Slow down, please... [ Slowly, he drew his hand back, hoping that Zhao wouldn't see fit to punish him for his disobedience. But he was trying to be good; trying not to come before Zhao was ready. ] Sorry, it's just... It's been awhile, and I don't want to spoil it by coming too fast.

[ He relaxed against the bed, breath hitching softly as Zhao began to work him over. He shifted his hips minutely, trying to guide Zhao deeper, to where he truly needed him.

But Zhao was relentless in his teasing, grinning with self-satisfaction as Joon-gi writhed beneath him. He covered his mouth with one hand, murmuring "please" over and over again between his fingers. This was a gentle tyranny of pleasure, in which Joon-gi was a willing subject.

Remember: you asked for this. ]

Roll me over. [ His voice trembled beneath the weight of his need. ] I want you to fuck me good and deep. Please.

[ With a little help, he rolled onto his belly and drew his knees beneath him, lifting his ass into the air. He moaned softly as Zhao's hands clamped down onto his hips, holding him steady as his cock pushed against his yielding entrance.

Fingers curling against the sheets, Joon-gi pressed his face into the pillow and moaned long and loud as Zhao's cock pushed its way inside, all the way to the hilt. And then Zhao began to move, drawing out nearly all the way before slowly sinking back in again. Over and over.

Soon, he felt the weight of Zhao's body pressing him further down. He braced his knees, bearing the weight comfortably. The tip of his cock nearly brushed against the mattress, but not quite. ]

You're not. [ Too heavy, that is. ] You're perfect, that's what you are.

[ He wanted to kiss Zhao, but their current positions wouldn't allow for it. Instead, he spared a brief glance over his shoulder and a small smile.

He relaxed once more, allowing Zhao to take the lead and set the pace. Each deep, slow thrust was accompanied by a soft, needful moan. His cock was throbbing insistently, and soon it became impossible to ignore. ]

Please, Zhao... I need to touch myself...

[seemagicshit]

[This was perfect. Beyond perfect as he sank deeper and deeper inside, groaning with every slow thrust. Not to mention how bad Joon-gi wanted it. He wanted to be tender and gentle, but given the new command, to be good and deep, how could he refuse?

He clamped a little harder with his thighs, rocked a little harder, pushing to the hilt, holding for a few precious moments before drawing back and doing it all over again.]

You're perfect. [A soft pant. At the pleading to be touched, Zhao reached around and grabbed Joon-gi's cock with his hand.] I got you. I got you.

[So with each deep thrust he coupled with a long stroke from base to tip of that glorious cock. Being a little taller and in such a delicious position, he could lick and suck at that pale curve of neck, even nip a bit in his wanting state.

Well Zhao WANTED to last a good long time, but they'd been apart too long. He could feel himself winding up and started to thrust faster, stroke faster. So he panted in Joon-gi's ear.]

Grab yourself and help me make you come. And if you want more, we'll do this over and over. Get you spread against a wall. Get you right up in the shower. Over and over and over because you just need it so BAD, baby~

[joongipan]

[ He shivered as Zhao's fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him with agonizing slowness. He rolled his hips as Zhao moved against him, moaning desperately as he felt the nip of teeth at his neck, far too gentle to actually hurt.

But there was a part of him that longed for that pain; skin breaking beneath teeth and nails, blood trickling hot and sticky down his back. He welcomed the sting of sweat dripping into his wounds, of fingers wrapped just a little too tight around his wrists or throat. Bruises worn as badges of honor beneath his shirt, where only he could see. Because Joon-gi (Yeonsu) belonged to him and no one else. ]

You don't... have to be so gentle... [ He spoke between panting breaths, sparing Zhao a sidelong glance. ] I can feel... how much you want this... You don't... have to keep holding back...

[ Thankfully, Zhao began to quicken his pace, his hand stroking faster along Joon-gi's cock. A familiar pressure was building within him, aching for release. He reached between his legs and laid his hand atop Zhao's own, gripping tightly as he guided him with a rougher hand, urging him to move faster. ]

Harder, please! [ He couldn't stop the rising pitch in his voice, the rhythmic moans growing louder as Zhao ramped up the pace. ] I can take it, I promise!

[ This was nothing compared to what he'd endured at his mirrored-twin's hands. Every cut, every bruise, every wound was a gift bestowed by a god, and he'd been praised for his resilience. It was worth it, if only to see that beatific smile, reserved only for him. To feel those powerful hands gently touch his brow and wipe clean the blood from his skin, like a sinner receiving absolution.

He squeezed Zhao's hand in a white-knuckled grip as a sharp cry was torn from his throat, his vision going white around the edges. He shuddered as white-hot pleasure radiated from his core, searing every nerve. Even as he spilled onto the bedsheets, he didn't stop moving Zhao's hand against his cock until he had wrung every last drop from his body. ]

Don't stop, don't stop... [ He braced himself with both hands, his arms visibly trembling with the effort to keep himself upright. ] I want you to finish inside me. Please.

[ He didn't mind being used in such a way, so long as Zhao enjoyed himself. So long as Zhao was the one using him. ]

[seemagicshit]

[One small part of Zhao's brain recorded the information of how goddamn hot his lover could be bent over. He felt Joon-gi's whole body shudder with release and his hand get slick. He'd wanted to do this for so goddamn long, so when given the urge to go harder and not stop, he put his full weight into it, groaning as he mindlessly thrust deep inside.

He came with a quiet gasp, hips rhythmically jerking until he shuddered to completion. When the trembling ceased, he slowly withdrew, allowing them both to collapse on the bed. Zhao mentally hi-fived his past self for having tissues ready as he began to do a bit of cleaning of them both and disposing of the condom. Only when he'd taken enough time and made sure they were both a bit more presentable did he tuck Joon-gi into his chest.]

Holy fuck I guess we needed that.

[He nuzzled and kissed his boyfriend's sweat streaked hair and face.]

You're goddamn amazing. We should continue this in the shower once we can both move.

[Post sex snuggling was the best. Not to mention that they'd really needed this. It did get a little intense toward the end and it was always weird to have that shift. So Zhao did what he was good at. Which was humor. So he held his boyfriend close and just made up a quiet song.]

My boyfriend's in my tiiiits, my boyfriend's in my tiiiits, it's a good god damn day, my boyfriend's in my tits, HEY!

[joongipan]

[ He lay there, feeling as though every bone in his body had turned to jelly, and his muscles burned like they did after an intense workout. He rolled onto his back, breathing heavily. His hair was plastered to his sweat-slicked brow as he stared at the ceiling, unable to focus on anything.

Thankfully, Zhao retained enough energy to get the both of them cleaned up. Joon-gi hated feeling the sticky mess drying against his inner thighs, or the way the sheets clung to his sweat-soaked skin.

He'd love nothing more than to take a shower and get properly clean, but there was no possible way he could peel himself off the bed under his own power, at least not for the next half-hour.

Joon-gi closed his eyes, smiling as Zhao pressed a tender kiss to his brow. ]

I don't know how you expect me to move again after this... [ He huffed a laugh and kissed Zhao, hoping it would be enough to soften his words. ] I'll definitely be feeling it in the morning, that's for sure!

[ He'd be fine, truthfully. Joon-gi had recovered from far more intense sessions than this and still managed to attend to his duties in the morning. There would be a little discomfort, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle.

Joon-gi nestled close as Zhao wrapped his arms around him. He slipped his own arm beneath Zhao's own, fingers trailing down the length of his back. He pressed his face to Zhao's chest, breathing in his scent, feeling the warmth of his skin against his cheek. The entire world had narrowed to the comforting space within Zhao's arms, and Joon-gi wanted to stay there for as long as possible.

The minutes passed in comfortable silence and Joon-gi closed his eyes, thinking that he might allow himself a quick nap. But then Zhao started singing some silly little song, and Joon-gi couldn't help but laugh softly against his chest. ]

Save it for the karaoke bar, okay? [ He shifted within Zhao's arms, stretching up to nuzzle against his throat. ] Who knows, maybe I'll actually join you on stage for once.

[ It's not that Joon-gi couldn't sing or that he was embarrassed by the sound of his own voice; he just wasn't able to put himself out there the way Zhao and the others could. To get up on stage and bare his heart to the world, singing soulfully about his feelings... It felt too vulnerable for his tastes.

Maybe he'd stick to singing in the shower, for the time being.

He closed his eyes once more, and slowly stroked his hand down the length of Zhao's back. ]

Thank you, for taking care of me. It's been awhile since I... Well. [ Got railed within an inch of his life. ] I suppose I didn't realize just how much I needed that.

[seemagicshit]

[He loved hearing Joon-gi laugh. It was so rare and gentle. It deserved a few more kisses into his hair.

As for singing, given his preferences for Hell Stew, he figured Joon-gi didn't want to ruin his voice trying to belt that out with him. Survive really didn't have a lot of k-pop, if any. Maybe he should figure out what songs his boyfriend would prefer to sing?

But the gentle hand on his spine was sending him to sleep.]

You always make me feel so good, just wanted to do the same. Figured out something, though.

I don't think I can do all the commands like you do. I just sound like a dick when I try. I just wanna give you a good time and paint little wonderful stories.

But I think it's okay we're not the same. We just meet somewhere in the middle like we're doing right now. It's the best goddamn place I wanna be.

[His hand stroked along his boyfriend's leg, down along his hip. He then lost track of time for a little while, only starting awake when he felt an arm going numb in a weird position. Zhao blinked and groaned. Why the hell did his mouth feel like something died after a nap? He kept his voice low.]

Baby? I'm gonna warm up a shower. Wanna jump in with me?

[joongipan]

[ There were times when Joon-gi would lie awake in bed and wonder what he could have possibly done to deserve such gentleness. He'd sold his soul long ago and resigned himself to the shadows, never once imagining that he'd be waking up in bed next to someone who truly cared about him.

He didn't think he'd ever have that again. Not after...

Joon-gi wrapped his arm tighter against Zhao's body, clinging to him. He hooked one foot around his ankle, trying to minimize the small spaces separating their bodies from one another. ]

You don't have to pretend to be something you're not. I would never ask that of you, jagiya.

[ This, coming from a man who spent much of his life wearing the face of another. He of all people understood, intimately, the weight of wearing such a mask, how the burden of leadership wears on one's conscience. ]

But, by the same token, I'm not as fragile as you might think. Even so, I... [ He paused, swallowing down the lump that threatened to halt his words. ] I appreciate your gentleness. Even at your most ruthless, there were moments when you would show mercy, and I think that's always been your greatest strength.

[ He shook his head, losing the thread of his thoughts. It was so hard to think right now, with every muscle in his body aching and sleep dragging at his eyes, safe and secure with Zhao's arms wrapped protectively around him.

He closed his eyes, murmuring against Zhao's chest. ] Sorry. 'M not making any sense, am I?

[ He sighed contentedly, nestling even closer. ]

Just know that there's nowhere else I'd rather be, than right here in your arms.

[ At some point, he must have drifted off to sleep. But when Joon-gi opened his eyes, Zhao was still right there, holding him close. He blinked several times and yawned. ]

Mmm... Shower sounds good. [ He sniffed, wrinkling his nose. ] And brush your teeth. You've got some morning breath going on there, jagiya.

[ Nowhere near as bad as Nanba, but still... ]

[seemagicshit]

Fine, fine, just wake up and I'll get things going. [He kissed his boyfriend on the top of his head before leaving the deliciously warm sanctuary of their bed.

He tiptoed naked through the apartment until he saw that they'd only been passed out for an hour and it wasn't that late. Still, they'd left the TV on in their haste so he turned that off before he could get an earful from the neighbors. The kitten was passed out, making little biscuits in her queen bed.

Then Zhao crept into the bathroom, turning on the light and brushing his teeth. He had to make sure his breath was better before Joon-gi would make out with him again. He realized he'd been over ambitious with his original plan because he certainly didn't have the energy to bang again, as tempting as it was.

On the other hand, as soon as he saw the other man yawn and stroll into the bathroom and got a good look at his everything, something certainly thought about stirring.]

You're so pretty, you know? Like, your body is amazing and you know what I think of your tits, but it's...it's your eyes. Always liked those.

You want to hop in and I soap you down or just wash your hair?

[Just for any excuse to touch.]

[joongipan]

[ Joon-gi burrowed deeper into the blankets, settling into the small hollow where Zhao had once been sleeping. It was still warm, and Joon-gi couldn't help but close his eyes. He was sorely tempted to simply fall back asleep, but he forced his eyes open, staring into the darkness as he rallied himself to leave the comforting warmth of his blanket nest.

Eventually, he peeled himself out of bed and stretched his arms above his head, wincing as something popped audibly in his lower back. He still felt a bit sore, but a hot shower would certainly do wonders for his aching muscles.

With a bit of stiffness in his legs, he shuffled toward the bathroom. He could hear the shower running as he leaned against the doorway, watching as Zhao finished up brushing his teeth. He yawned, blinking blearily.

But Zhao's comment sent a faint blush blooming across his cheeks, and Joon-gi dipped his head slightly, huffing a soft laugh. ]

I was beginning to think my tits were the only things you cared about. [ He brushed a hand across his chest, fingertips trailing along the scattering of small bruises Zhao had left upon him. It was... kind of hot, actually, being marked in such a way. ] But it's nice to know that you can appreciate my other gorgeous features, as well.

[ He closed the distance, hands settling comfortably against Zhao's hips. Pulling him close, he pressed a tender kiss against his lips. ]

I think I'd like it if you soaped me down. [ There was a mischievious glint in his dark eyes. ] Maybe give me a shoulder rub while you're at it. You really put me through the wringer, you know?

[ Joon-gi pulled away and stepped into the shower. He sighed contentedly as the hot water rained down on him, slicking his hair against his skull. He ran his fingers through it, pushing it out of his eyes, then stepped back to make room for Zhao. ]

Well? What are you waiting for?

[seemagicshit]

[Sometimes just getting little tender kisses could be enough to brighten his day. Not to mention an offer to soap him down.

Hell yeah, where did he sign up?

He didn't exactly leap into the shower to join since he didn't want to slip. But Zhao tucked himself in the space provided. He grinned.]

Oh well, I've see you've come to the most exclusive spa in town. Please, allow me to get you clean. Just one of the many services we provide.

[He lathered up his hands in soap and proceeded to clean off his partner. It was a new sort of intimacy they hadn't tried before, so Zhao took his time to worship the temple of Joon-gi Han's body. Neck and arms, hips and abs, just a light trace across the marks on his tits, but taking the time to really rub the shoulders with his thumbs. He did a playful smack across the ass while washing.

Zhao was about to reach down to soap up Joon-gi's balls but he paused. If he really was tired out, he might be overly sensitive and not be into anything else. So with his eyes, Zhao asked for permission to proceed.]

[joongipan]

[ Joon-gi couldn't help but grin at how easily Zhao slipped into the role of the attentive spa attendant. Sometimes he wondered if Zhao would have enjoyed an acting career, if he had lived another life. ]

Well, here's a little tip for your services. [ He dropped a quick peck on Zhao's cheek. ] And there's more where that came from, if you do a good job.

[ Not that he had any doubt. Zhao certainly had the 'magic touch' when it came to giving neck rubs, and he somehow could always tell when Joon-gi sorely needed one.

This was definitely one of those times.

He watched as the water ran in rivulets down Zhao's body, his carefully slicked hair falling loose around his ears. There was something incredibly enticing at seeing him so disheveled, and Joon-gi had to resist the urge to pull him down and start making out with him on the spot.

He turned his back toward Zhao, trying to stand out of the stream of water so the suds wouldn't immediately get washed away. There wasn't a whole lot of space to maneuver, but he didn't really mind, in this instance.

He felt the warm, slick press of Zhao's body slotting up against his own, and Joon-gi relaxed against him with a contended sigh. Slippery hands palmed against his chest and belly, kneading at the tense knots in his shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed as he moaned softly. The tension practically melted away beneath Zhao's gentle ministrations, every muscle softening beneath his touch.

Well, there was one part of him that wasn't growing soft. Quite the opposite, really.

He placed a hand atop Zhao's own, guiding it down across his belly toward his half-stiff cock. He braced his free hand against the tile wall as he glanced over his shoulder, meeting Zhao's questioning eyes. ]

I'd like it if you cleaned this, too. [ Softly. ] Please.

[seemagicshit]

[That look. That wonderful smoldering look with water down his body. Holy fuck how did Zhao ever get so lucky in the hot boyfriend department?

With an ever increasing grin, he soaped up his hands and ever so gently soaped and cleaned every inch of that glorious cock. He was thorough too, because he'd hate to think he wasn't doing his job properly. A little massage of the balls, just rubbing along the head, careful exquisite attention until half-stiff became full mast.

And oh, imagine that! He was exactly the same way by now. It seemed only fair and right to have Joon-gi help with cleaning too. He pressed Joon-gi, back to the shower wall. With a low groan, he thrust his cock against those sculpted abs, grabbing the other man's hand to help.]

Holy shit. Every kind of sex is the best kind with you.

[He tried to restrain himself, just in case his boyfriend was too tired, but Zhao's whole body quivered with the need to just rub against that torso or thrust against that hand.]

[joongipan]

[ He withdrew his hand and braced himself against the wall, feet spread into a wide stance so that he wouldn't slip. It meant that he couldn't really move as Zhao slowly stroked him, but it was better this way, really. He was giving up control once again to his partner, secure in the knowledge that Zhao would take care of him.

He closed his eyes, breath going softly ragged as his cock grew and thickened within the slick tunnel of Zhao's fingers. His legs tensed with the urge to thrust against his hand, but Joon-gi resisted. Every nerve lit up with electric pleasure as Zhao's thumb circled the head of his cock, and Joon-gi groaned deep in his chest. ]

Yes... Just like that...

[ Before long, he felt a very specific pressure against his lower back. This time, Joon-gi couldn't resist rolling his hips, grinding back against Zhao's now stiff cock. There wasn't much else he could do, given his current position, but he enjoyed the way Zhao shivered against him, moaning softly against his ear. ]

Enjoying yourself back there?

[ He might have offered another teasing quip, but Zhao suddenly withdrew his hand and turned Joon-gi about so that they were facing one another. There was a feverish look to his eyes as he pushed Joon-gi back against the wall, a low groan building in the back of his throat. Joon-gi grabbed ahold of his hips to steady himself, moaning softly as that magnificent cock pressed against his belly, rutting against him.

Zhao took hold of his hand, guiding him where it needed to be. Joon-gi held him in a firm but gentle grip, stroking him unhurriedly just as Zhao returned to stroking him off, as well.

Joon-gi leaned close, blinking water from his eyes. His lips brushed against that shapely mouth as he spoke softly: ] It always feels good when I'm with you, jagiya. You take such good care of me.

[ He kissed Zhao, leading in deep. Slow and sensual. He felt the way Zhao quivered against him and tightened his grip just a fraction, but continued to stoke him without any urgency. He'd already worked off a great deal of his previous frustration; now he wanted to linger in this moment and take his time. Any excuse to stay close to Zhao and feel those strong hands wandering all over his body.

Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss, smiling lazily up at Zhao. ]

What if we just stayed in here until the hot water ran out? How about that?

[ Well, maybe not that long. He at least wanted to get off before being doused with cold water, and Zhao would likely be in agreement. ]

[seemagicshit]

[Oh. Oh that look on his face. That's right, they didn't have to rush, did they? Well they could take time to a point until the cold water hit their balls. Zhao was so used to having a finite time to spend with partners before they were taken away. Not to say that anyone was unwilling to spend time with him, far from it. But the life of a leader meant you couldn't spend forever banging who you wanted.

He smiled fondly at Joon-gi.]

Yeah. I can get behind that.

[With the realization, his nervous need vanished, melting into the hot water. Slow and sensual. His right hand freely explored every inch of his boyfriend's cock, trying to find the places that would make the most delicious sounds in response. He did use his size and the situation to more slowly rock into his boyfriend's body, especially into the hand gripping him just right.

One of the best things about taking time was the long long kisses. Being able to linger on that mouth, but then kissing everywhere else he could reach. With his free hand, he stroked everywhere else on that wet slick body. Down a hip, up a side, around the curve of his ass, even across a nipple with a few marks on it from previous lovemaking.

He leaned over to talk directly in his boyfriend's ear.]

I will never stop appreciating how beautiful you are.