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They don’t talk about it. The fight was in the morning, and yet, by sunset they still haven’t said a word. It’s unsettling, really. Of course arguments are expected to happen in long term relationships… not for Sunoo and Sunghoon. Yes, bickering is always present, but big fights are a whole new deal.
It was unexpected, no exact reason for them to get so heated. Perhaps it was Sunghoon waking up more irritated than his usual self, or it could have been Sunoo who kept asking questions even though he knew his boyfriend was not in the mood to reply. It was most definitely both, spitting rude answers at each other, ruining breakfast and their entire day.
Sunoo sniffles and rubs his eyes, chest heavy and uneasy. He wanted to apologize for pushing too much and getting upset when he heard nothing back, but he couldn't since Sunghoon was one to shut down every time he got mad. He had also left for work earlier on, so they didn't have time to talk it out.
Carrots are slowly and sadly chopped on the countertop, a few inches away from where guilty tears pool up. The neighbors could probably hear his long sighs if they paid enough attention.
Maybe dinner would mend it. His boyfriend gets home really tired every day, and there is nothing better for a hangry person than homemade food, right? So that’s what Sunoo assigned himself to do.
A sob is interrupted by slender arms wrapping around his waist, the warmth of Sunghoon’s body engulfing him entirely. Sunoo freezes, attempting to wipe his tears after dropping the knife.
He closes his eyes as the debatably upset man trails kisses down his neck, body pressed against white marble.
Dazed out due to the strong cologne, he holds in a cry.
“I’m sorry.” Sunghoon starts, and although he is all over Sunoo, there is seriousness in his tone. Sunoo shakes his head. The older continues on his recently settled wet path, hands glued to the tiny hips as he nibbles on the skin. “Aren’t you going to forgive me, dear?”
And there it is. Sunoo breaks down, head bent as hiccups get caught in his throat. At the same time, his boyfriend turns him around, cupping his cheeks and getting him to look up.
“I know I can be annoying, I should… I should have given you some space when I noticed your mood. I’m sorry…” He starts, wiping his tears way too aggressively for Sunghoon’s liking. “It’s just that I really thought you were mad at me specifically and I can’t handle that. I kept asking and I know it rubbed you off but I was feeling so lost and anxious, and…”
Sunghoon frowns at that, reaching for Sunoo’s wrists and holding them so carefully you would think they’re made of glass. He kisses down at trembling hands, melting when another hiccup pierces straight through his ears.
Then goes in for a kiss, which Sunoo promptly accepts in shaky breaths. His digits find their way back to the pale skin, clawing the waist as he brings the boy towards himself. Instead of deepening it, he murmurs, “You're my baby, Sunoo. I would never think of you as annoying. Work is too stressful sometimes, and I hate that I need to go regardless. I had a crappy week. It was– is, so, so tiring… As well as having to leave you here, all alone.” He can feel the pout against his lips. “See? It wasn't anything serious, love. Am sorry…”
Nothing.
He can’t hear anything. Anyone else would've guessed Sunoo left, but his body was still vividly under his touch.
And then, so low it could get confused as a kitten’s meow. “Was it too hard?”
Sunoo enters the work topic, that’s how he small talks whenever he feels embarrassed. Sunghoon fights back a smirk.
“Mhm. So incredibly hard, baby. I nearly didn't have time to breathe.”
As those words meet the air, sharp fangs clash against the warm neck, a coy exclamation echoing around the room.
“Had so much to do…”
Before one notices, Sunoo is back facing the countertop. He pushes the unfinished food away, trying to find a grip.
“No breaks whatsoever… My boss was angry all the time and I even had clients screaming at me… They were so mean, darling.”
Sunghoon’s fingers slide down Sunoo’s sides as his body perfectly fits onto the small frame from behind.
Sunoo can feel the fresh breath against his humid dermis, making him shiver. “Almost as mean as you.” He freezes again. “Screaming at me, sending me off to work with a cold glance, ignoring me all day…” Sly fingers trace a cruel line inside the cloth. “Making me stand here and watch you cry for forgiveness while wearing booty shorts.”
Sunoo’s stomach drops, embarrassment poisoning his veins as he remembers how he was too shaken to pick an outfit, so he went with the first thing his hands grabbed in the wardrobe: newly bought hotpants.
He gets ready to deny but is stopped midtrack when Sunghoon places a finger inside his mouth. “You didn’t plan it, I know.”
Sunghoon makes his free hand busy, going for the inner thigh with a gentle touch. He smiles as glossy lips wrap around his index, apologetically.
“But now that you realize it, you like it.” He spreads his fingers, forcing Sunoo’s legs open. “Don’t you, doll?”
He can't see it, but he knows his partner’s face is a bright red, sticky from all the past tears. And although he doesn't answer verbally, the enthusiastic hip rolls tell Sunghoon what he needs to know.
His hold tightens, a blink of an eye being the time it takes for the smaller to start squirming and nodding nonstop.
Sunghoon shoves another finger between full lips, feeling it wetten in a second. “Ah, dear…” He coos, “You’re drooling all over my hand.”
Sunoo cries out, reaching for any type of support. Not like he actually needs it, as his body isn’t moving an inch from the strong hug. He notices how quiet it suddenly went, but is unable to fill the silence with anything other than sloppy sucking sounds.
Amber eyes catch a glimpse of Sunghoon in the appliances’ reflections. He has his eyebrows furrowed, chest heaving as Sunoo desperately tries to close the distance between their bodies.
One of his hands reaches for the dark hair, getting him to bend on the countertop with a cheek pressed against the cold material. Without a thought, he palms down at Sunoo’s lower back, caressing slowly and ogling at the peach tone above his thighs.
Although, it is something else who pries his attention.
“You’re wearing my tee…” A nod. “Did you miss me?” Another nod. “Did you need me?” A pause, then a nod.
A humid finger slips far inside the fabric and Sunoo gapes, the whole structure shuddering as his bottom welcomes his boyfriend’s digits. “You really did. It almost feels like you got ready for me, even though you spent the day moping around.” He says, affectionate and mockingly at the same time.
The short male moans loudly as Sunghoon fucks him open with only two fingers. “I’m sorry, baby, really… really am.”
“Shhh, I know. We’re both sorry.”
Sunghoon’s kind words and sweet tone say one thing while his hands say another, fingering Sunoo up and down like he weren't ignoring his guts long hours prior, and as if they were still so very angry.
Sunoo stumbles upon his own weight, “Please…”
A hum. “Please, love…” Silence. “Please, Sunghoonie hyung.” Silence and emptiness, making him panic when he can’t feel his boyfriend anymore.
He tries to look back, the scenario ahead stops him. From then on, a loud mess. Sunghoon slightly pulls down his pants and Sunoo’s shorts as the latter yelps, arching his back when the length slides inside.
Sunghoon doesn't wait, but Sunoo didn’t want him to anyway. The atmosphere changes as slow thrusts settle, bodies heating up, dragged moans filling in the kitchen.
Sunoo could feel the fabric brushing on his ass, which made the scene filthier in his head. Sunghoon, on the other side, stared at his boyfriend’s back in awe. The shirt kept slipping, revealing a pinkish color on his neck and shoulders; and that was his shirt. He owned it.
Just like he owns Sunoo, pelvis slamming against his hips mercilessly as he dumbly calls Sunghoon’s name, unstoppable teardrops blurring his vision.
He gradually picks up the pace, lowering his upper body to whisper against red ears – redder, each minute. “You feel insanely good, my love.” Sunoo squeals. “Taking all of me so obediently, as if you’re a slut.”
A crooked smile crosses his lips, eyebrows lifting at how his boyfriend cries non stop after being called that, shoving his hips against Sunghoon's lap like crazy.
He caresses Sunoo’s back, who seems more relaxed at the bit of affection. And then he ruins it, slamming his hand full force on his ass.
“What’s wrong?” Sunghoon asks with an innocent tone.
The reply is delayed, “Mph…”
“Speak up.”
“Hah… Y-You’re… ripping me apart, hyung!”
This sparks something inside Sunghoon, and he puts even more diligence in his movements, a scream faintly reaching his brain.
“Oh, no. My doll is scared I might break it?” Sunghoon murmurs softly. “Don’t worry. I’m the only one who can tear you up and piece you back together at the spot.”
“Mhm… Nngh…”
“Can’t hear you.”
“Mm… You should take care of your toys, but you’re blowing my back like a meanie…” This is Sunoo’s first full sentence after a while, voice trembly. “And it is so... Ah! So rough, darling!”
Sunghoon frowns and wraps one arm around Sunoo’s tiny body, getting him to arch his rear, head resting on his chest.
“Aw. Aren't you so delicate? Stop holding back, let me hear your actual thoughts as I fuck you good.”
Sunoo complies, no resistance. “Good, good, good… You can fix me later on, so use and mistreat me. I’m your slut doll, honey.” He wobbly cries out. “Harder!”
And he does go harder. Sunghoon lets go of Sunoo, watching him collapse powerlessly on the countertop, foaming over it amidst uncontrollable tears. His palms grab the small rump, pouncing against it.
Both of them are caught in a noisy turmoil, Sunoo sobbing so violently it echoes out the kitchen’s windows, while Sunghoon throws his head back, moaning along in a needy timbre that was adored by Sunoo.
By the time they reach their climax, Sunghoon breaks down, using his hands to support his weight in order not to squash the youngest as they both shake and pant in unison.
He pulls out, stealing one less feeble whine from Sunoo as cum leaks from his ass down his legs.
Sunghoon reaches for the mini shorts, dressing Sunoo up and turning him around to peck his lips, which he gladly accepts while clinging to his neck.
They stay like this for a while before the taller one decides to speak up.
“All good?” Sunoo nods with a bright and open smile. Sunghoon smiles back. “Go wash up, baby. I’ll clean this mess and get dinner ready.”
Sunoo gets on his feet, stepping out weakly. He stops midway, turning his ankles to run back to Sunghoon and envelop his belly in a hug.
He lightly tiptoes, capturing Sunghoon’s red lips in a soft seal. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Sunghoon says right back, pressing a kiss on his rosy cheek. “Go.”
Sunoo nods, slowly making his way out of the kitchen as Sunghoon looks around, scratching his nape before tidying everything up.
He starts cleaning and the shower goes on.
He finishes cooking and the shower goes off.
Soon enough, both of them are dressed up in comfortable pajamas, Sunoo sat sideways on his lap.
While they eat and yap about their day, giggling at how overdramatic they were, Sunghoon’s thumbs fondle Sunoo’s thighs as his lips press kisses to his shoulder and neck.
He receives affection back, with how Sunoo lifts his chopsticks frequently to give him food, both reaffirming quietly how really sorry they felt.
Sunghoon might have also had Sunoo for dessert, but that's their business.