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The heavy kathunk of the library door echoes through the quiet building. Byeongkwan shuffles his backpack back over his shoulder and peers down at his watch. 6:00 P.M. He only has an hour left of studying here thanks to his last class getting out late. Hopefully, Yuchan wouldn't be too upset with him for being so late.
He initially expects to find Yuchan in the computers section, flipping through something on his laptop, but when Byeongkwan wanders over to the tables he finds them all empty.
Byeongkwan pulls his phone from his pocket and quickly texts his boyfriend. Where are you? And then he waits… and he waits… Byeongkwan waits about 5 minutes before he shoves his phone back into his pocket. Yuchan's gotta be pissed.
Rocking back and forth on his toes, Byeongkwan spots someone shelving a few books in a section across the computers.
He holds out his hand a few feet before coming close enough to whisper at the man. The tag on his cardigan says Donghun, and the man has a look on his face like he's tired of Byeongkwan's question before he's even asked it.
"I'm looking for my study partner. Glasses, sweater vest, super straight bangs?"
Donghun looks Byeongkwan up and down, however, his expression doesn't change at all.
"I last saw him in Psychology about 20 minutes ago. He was sleeping."
Byeongkwan's face lights up and he turns quickly on his heels, speed walking right for Psychology.
Yuchan is tucked in at a table, and just as warned, passed out. Drool stains the sleeve of his button-up, protecting the pages of the book he's fallen asleep on.
Taking a seat, Byeongkwan shuffles his jacket and bag off his shoulders. Sliding his bag across the table doesn't disturb Yuchan. Sitting next to him doesn't wake him either. Byeongkwan rests his chin in his hand and watches the slow rise and fall of Yuchan's shoulders, pondering how to wake his boyfriend. He could lean over and wake him with a kiss - Yuchan deserved a kiss for waiting around, but Byeongkwan's mind goes running before he can stop at just a kiss.
Yuchan had ended up presenting in their shared class earlier in the day, so the toy they'd put inside him had gone entirely unused. Was the toy still inside him?
Fingers dance over Yuchan's stomach, pressing into his skin and pooling warmth into his body. He can't see the owner of the hand, can't make out their face but he knows the effect it's had on him. Fuck, what sort of dream had this turned into?
He barely stifles a moan as the hum in him spikes briefly - scrambling to cover his mouth as he clenches on the toy, pressing it harder into his walls. The dream is yanked from him cruelly, but the haze on his mind still lingers.
There is a weight over his head and shoulders, covering his view in darkness. A jacket of some kind probably. Hard to tell when his focus is drawn back on the vibrating inside him. His cock jumps in response to the toy and the wet rubbing of his sticky underwear over the tip.
Yuchan remembers falling asleep in the library - can feel and smell the book he was reading pressed into his cheek. But he also smells Byeongkwan. The rich scent of his cologne clings to the darkness around him and the hand on his cock stills.
"Byeongkwan," Yuchan whispers to hide the weakness in his voice. The vibrator goes back up, this time much slower. Yuchan's forehead rubs into the book as the vibrator hums into his prostate, making his thighs shake. He moves to sit up and Byeongkwan's hand jumps from Yuchan's cock to the back of his head.
"You can sleep a little longer, babe," Byeongkwan says softly. His words shouldn't go straight to his gut, but they cut through even the fog of his nap.
The hand on the back of his head drops back down to Yuchan's cock once he has slumped back into the table. He rocks his hips weakly up into Byeongkwan's hand, Desperate for any sort of real touch from the other before it settles in - he is going to cum in his pants. His face burns and his chest tightens. He's gonna cum, and he prays Byeongkwan won't be cruel and take it from him.
Yuchan muffles his whine of warning into his elbow, but he hopes it's still understood. Mommy.
He finishes with a little hiccup, biting his sleeve while he squeezes Byeongkwan's hand between his thighs. The vibrator turns off, finally bringing him relief.
Relief before the stick in his underwear reminds them they're in public. He'll need to sit in this until they walk back to their dorm…
Byeongkwan clears his throat after a few moments of silence. "Good boy."