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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[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!

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[ 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.

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[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?

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[ 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... ]

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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.]

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[ 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?

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.