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Gunwoo dreams of wads of cash covered in blood, Hyeonju’s screaming, and the lifeless bodies of all the ones they lost. Woojin holds him through the night after he wakes up to Gunwoo thrashing around next to him, lips pressed to Gunwoo’s temple, fingers buried in the younger’s hair.
Nights like this remind them that they’re not living in a bubble, that there’s nothing to be burst.
Their purpose is never too far from both their minds, their hearts. They need to take down Smile Capital, avenge their friends’ deaths, and get justice for all the good people hurt by Myeonggil’s greed.
But that doesn’t stop them from enjoying each other’s presence: the stolen moments when Mr. Oh isn’t around, the early runs on the beach, or the late-night makeout sessions in their small room.
Gunwoo is grateful every day he wakes up next to Woojin, the memory of almost losing him still fresh in his mind, the wound barely healed.
After being intimate that first night, Gunwoo finds himself craving so much more of Woojin, that even all of his cultivated discipline isn’t enough to keep him from dragging Woojin into hidden corners of the house and stealing kisses whenever he can.
Woojin always gives him a look that is a mix of incredulity and amusement, then he’s tilting his head just right, inviting Gunwoo to take what he wants from him.
Gunwoo feels like he’s a teenager again, although he hasn’t done much of that during his teen years. Just enough to know that the familiar fluttering in his stomach means that whatever this is, is much more than what he thought at first.
His feelings are different than those of friendship, but he doesn’t have time to figure them out yet.
So he allows himself to have fun, to relax, to enjoy this while they can.
Mr. Oh is still adamant about not letting them go back, but Gunwoo firmly believes he’ll come around soon enough.
He just needs to be patient, he tells himself. Woojin is always reminding him of it, too, and Gunwoo trusts Woojin, he listens to the older man, because he knows Woojin, despite his playful and easy-going personality, has a lot of inside knowledge of this business. And he knows the nature of people. Way better than Gunwoo, who, despite having witnessed the lengths evil can go to, still believes everyone can be good, deep down.
“You’re a good kid,” Mr. Oh tells Gunwoo when he brings up returning to Seoul for what must be the hundredth time. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. Mr. Choi wouldn’t want that, either.”
Gunwoo nods, looking down at the empty cups of tea on the table.
Woojin is watching them from the backyard while he peels a tangerine. Gunwoo risks a glance at him.
“You boys should go into town, and get us some groceries,” Mr. Oh suddenly says, placing the car keys on the table. “Take the car.”
Gunwoo’s surprised gaze flickers between the elderly man and the keys. They usually don’t leave the house on the off-chance that Myeonggil’s men are sniffing around trying to find them, so the suggestion takes him off-guard.
“It’s fine, just stick to the usual places and don’t talk to outsiders,” Mr. Oh assures him, pushing the keys in his direction.
“Yes, sir,” Gunwoo assents, grabbing the keys off the table.
They drive to the center of the small village, the radio on, playing some new pop song neither of them knows.
“We should get haircuts,” Woojin suggests, reaching for Gunwoo’s too-long bangs and pushing them off his forehead gently.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea, hyung.”
“And then we can stop at the seafood restaurant and have some lunch.”
Gunwoo glances in Woojin’s direction, smiles, and nods to show he likes the suggestion.
He stares at the road ahead for a few more minutes as he ruminates on a thought. He’s been dying to be alone with Woojin for a while. With Mr. Oh in the house, they don’t feel comfortable enough to do much more than kissing, and Gunwoo really misses having Woojin’s mouth all over his body, misses the way they can make each other feel good. He wants so bad to be intimate in that way again.
Licking his lips, he decides to bite the bullet and just ask.
“Hyung, do you think we could, um, spend the night?”
Woojin looks confused for a split second, then his mouth opens in a cute ‘o’ of realization. He smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling adorably. Gunwoo reminds himself to keep his eyes on the road.
“Yeah. I mean, we could probably find a room at one of the inns… It shouldn’t be too expensive for a night.”
“Yeah?” Gunwoo knows he sounds and looks too eager, but he doesn’t care.
“Of course, jagi ,” Woojin replies softly. His fingers find the shell of Gunwoo’s ear, tracing it with the pads of his index and middle finger.
Gunwoo’s heart soars and his lower belly clenches in anticipation.
Gunwoo looks hot.
Objectively, yes, he always looks hot. But now, with his hair carefully trimmed and styled away from his forehead to reveal his newly-acquired undercut, he looks ridiculously attractive.
Woojin knows he is staring, but he can’t help it.
They’re sitting side-by-side on identical chairs. The uncle who has just finished with Gunwoo, now comes to stand behind Woojin, spraying his hair with water so he can get started on his haircut.
Woojin barely listens to the elder’s idle chatter, too busy looking at Gunwoo through the mirror while the latter checks himself out. Gunwoo tilts his head to the side to inspect his new hairstyle, chin up, accentuating his sharp jawline and Woojin is hypnotized.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous, Woojin thinks, lips tightly shut together to keep himself from saying something compromising.
“Do you like it?” Gunwoo suddenly asks, spinning his chair around to look at Woojin directly.
Caught off guard, Woojin’s brows shoot up and he nods enthusiastically, “Y-yes, it looks really good!”
He beams , eyes turning into crescent moons in adorable Gunwoo fashion. Woojin is suddenly relieved when he realizes Gunwoo can still very much look like an earnest, excited puppy despite the edgier hairstyle.
The barber is done in record time with Woojin. He gave up on the military cut when Gunwoo mentioned he liked his curls. Rid of the damaged tips, he ends up with a slightly longer cut than Gunwoo’s.
When they step outside, the younger one suddenly turns to him. “Here, hyung,” he says, then reaches for Woojin’s hair with both hands and ruffles it so his bangs fall on his forehead.
“What--,”
“It looks cuter like this,” Gunwoo shrugs, smiling.
Woojin is left speechless, cheeks warming up. He nods silently and ducks his head down to hide a smile of his own.
After calling Mr. Oh to let him know about their plans, they sit down for lunch, ordering some kind of pasta dish with clams Woojin has never tried before, stir-fried octopus and chueotang . While they wait for the food to come, the aunt who owns the place brings them two tall glasses of melon mint tea herself. They both thank her with a polite bow, and she smiles kindly down at them before she walks away.
The place is small and cozy, with wooden furniture and plenty of family pictures adorning the walls. Aside from them, there are only two more tables occupied. One by a middle-aged couple, the other by a man who looks to be around their age.
“It’s nice to be out of the house a bit, see people, walk around,” Gunwoo comments.
“Yes, it’s really nice,” Woojin agrees.
He takes a sip of his tea, loving how fresh it is, then promptly makes Gunwoo try his.
“That’s delicious!” he says, licking his lips as he settles the glass back on the table.
Woojin doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes promptly falling on Gunwoo’s lips, and Gunwoo, noticing it just as quickly, ducks his head down to hide his blush.
“Where do you wanna go after we eat?” Woojin asks.
Gunwoo looks at him again while he ponders the question.
“Umm, maybe we could go fishing.”
“Fishing? “Do you know how to fish?” Woojin blinks in surprise.
“Uhum.” Gunwoo nods. “I used to go fishing with my dad when I was younger before he, you know…”
Woojin hums, understanding. He knows that the both of them had not-so-great parental figures, but it pacifies his heart a little that they feel comfortable talking about it with each other. Woojin still remembered pouring out his heart to Gunwoo on the very first day about his dad. For months after, that used to make him cringe when he thought about it, but now it seems like the most natural thing.
The two of them had an undeniable connection from the start, so it couldn’t have happened any differently.
“I don’t know the first thing about fishing,” Woojin admits.
“That’s ok, I’ll teach you.”
They enjoy their delicious food, then tip the server as generously as they can. Gunwoo goes up to the aunt and thanks her personally for preparing their meal with such care, then they’re off again, walking down the street to where their car is parked.
“Gunwoo-ya, are you sure you wanna go fishing?” Woojin asks. Now that he has a full belly, he feels more inclined to take a nap cuddled up to the man beside him than doing anything else.
“Why? You don’t want to?” Gunwoo almost pouts as he asks that.
Woojin knows he has one soft spot and it has a name: Kim Gunwoo. He could never say no to him unless it meant keeping him safe. Especially when he looks at Woojin with those sparkly, puppy eyes.
“I do! I’m really excited to catch some fish!” Woojin lies through his teeth, and fortunately, Gunwoo believes him.
Woojin can safely add fishing to his list of things he’s tried and failed miserably at.
They spent two hours at the pier and it took only five minutes of being there for Gunwoo to befriend the elderly men who'd been coming there to fish almost every day (their words).
It'll never fail to amuse Woojin how old people are always so smitten by and ready to dote on Gunwoo.
Gunwoo teased him for not being able to sit still for longer than fifteen minutes, but Woojin was happy to make regular trips to the nearby convenience store to get them all drinks and snacks.
When they finally leave (with at least half a dozen invitations from the elders to come around again and to drop by for dinner to taste their wives' cooking), Woojin is as quietly content as Gunwoo is giddy and excited.
"Hyung, did you see the size of that barbel I caught?" Gunwoo asks excitedly for what must be the fifth time since they started driving back to the village.
"Yeah, how could I have missed it?" Woojin pretends to be annoyed, making a show of rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue, just to see Gunwoo pout at him.
"Hyuuuung," Gunwoo whines, crossing his arms over his chest and reclining against his seat, pout growing.
Woojin chuckles then takes one hand off the steering wheel for a moment just to place it on the back of Gunwoo’s neck and squeeze it.
"I'm joking Gunwoo-ya. I'm very impressed by your fishing skills. Too bad we couldn’t take the fish with us."
The ease with which Gunwoo lets Woojin off the hook every time is astounding. The moment Woojin calls his name so affectionately he stops sulking. It's not simply hard to be mad or annoyed at his hyung, it's impossible.
"Maybe next time Mr. Oh can come with us, then we can take some fish home and cook it over a fire. That would be nice…," Gunwoo muses.
"Gunwoo-ya, would you like to live in a village like this?"
Gunwoo turns to look at Woojin curiously, eyes wide as a doe's.
"What do you mean? Like, after everything is over?"
When he asked the question, Woojin hadn’t realized how loaded it could've come across.
Right, after everything is over… After they put Myeonggil and his bloodhounds in jail. Or six feet under. They can't be sure how it will end.
The only sureness Woojin has is that, no matter what, he and Gunwoo have to come out alive. As long as he is on this Earth, Woojin won't let anything happen to Gunwoo.
And then after that…
Would they go their separate ways? Would they stick together and figure out a way to stay in each other’s lives? Woojin doesn't like to ask himself these questions, because he knows there are no definite answers. They need to take this one step at a time.
But if it's up to him, he won't ever leave Gunwoo’s side.
"Hyung?"
Gunwoo calling his name softly drags Woojin away from his thoughts and he realizes he never replied to the other’s question.
"Sorry, I spaced out," he gives an apologetic smile then clears his throat before continuing, "Um, yeah. That's what I meant. After we take down Smile Capital, would you like to live somewhere small and quiet?"
The "with me" doesn't leave Woojin’s lips and he doesn't dare to hope it's implied. Gunwoo might not feel the same way about wanting Woojin to stay in his life.
"Sure! But would you?"
Woojin’s heart thumps in his chest like a drum. He can feel it against his ribcage. Keeping his eyes on the road, he avoids saying the answer on the tip of his tongue: Of course. I’d go anywhere with you, Gunwoo-ya. I never want to leave your side.
But he doesn’t want to scare Gunwoo. Even though he was the one who avoided acknowledging his own feelings and Gunwoo’s at first.
With the surety that Gunwoo wants him as much as he does, came a sense of safety. Woojin started to allow himself to give in to his desires and to let certain feelings bloom freely. But keeping them to himself and speaking about them to Gunwoo are two entirely different things.
Gunwoo’s looking at him, waiting for an answer. Woojin isn’t one to often fumble with his words, but he finds it hard to give Gunwoo a reply that wouldn’t seem like a lie, or like he’s trying to hide something.
“I-I guess I wouldn’t mind,” he shrugs, trying for nonchalance.
If Gunwoo is disappointed, he doesn’t let it be too obvious. Woojin still can tell, though. He can always tell. All he has to do is look into Gunwoo’s eyes. There’s always so much sincerity in them. It’s one of the things that captivated Woojin right from the start.
“Are we almost there?” the attempt at changing the subject is clear. Woojin happily lets him.
“According to the GPS, there’s an inn only a couple of kilometers after that first turn over there. It’s just up a hill, we might have a good view of the ocean.”
Gunwoo instantly perks up at that and Woojin is secretly relieved. He doesn’t want their rare day off to be ruined over something as hypothetical as what they’re doing after and if they are successful at dismantling Myeonggil’s evil empire.
All he wants to focus on right now is enjoying this time with Gunwoo as best as he can. His mind conjures up images of waking up next to Gunwoo in bed, the sun streaming through the window, drawing shapes on Gunwoo’s tan skin, and making love to him slowly and sweetly while…
“Why are you smiling?” Gunwoo asks, catching Woojin off-guard.
Wide-eyed, Woojin risks a glance at Gunwoo, who looks amused.
“N-nothing,” he tries, but Gunwoo leans forward, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“You were thinking about something dirty, weren’t you?” He chuckles low, the sound involuntarily drawing a grin from Woojin. Argh, he is so whipped.
“No, I was not!”
“Hyung, I know you! Yes, you were,” Gunwoo pokes Woojin in the ribs. He attempts to dodge it but the safety belt won’t allow him much movement.
“Don’t do that while I’m driving, Gunwoo-ya! That’s dangerous,” Woojin admonishes, but it’s light-hearted.
Gunwoo apologizes cutely, lips forming a pout.
“Won’t you tell me what it was, though?” he asks again.
“Nope. I don’t have to make you privy to all my thoughts, you know?” Woojin tries to remain serious as he says that. He knows if Gunwoo asks one more time he’ll cave in.
“Fine. You can just show me later, then.”
“I can-- what?” Woojin exclaims, unable to believe what just came out of Gunwoo’s mouth. “Yahh, Kim Gunwoo! You can’t just-- This-- Fuck.”
Gunwoo is driven to tears from laughing at Woojin’s reaction. Woojin huffs, still baffled that Gunwoo got him so good. He remains silent for the last minutes of the drive, making sure to put on indignant airs so Gunwoo doesn’t forget what he just did.
Gunwoo trails behind Woojin as he follows him upstairs to their room.
The inn’s two-story building has no more than ten rooms, eight of which were available when they got there. At the reception, a young man wearing a pair of thick reading glasses recommended a room with a view which they promptly accepted.
The room had only a double bed but the man didn’t seem to find it strange that two men would be staying in it. At least he didn’t comment on it or send any weird looks their way.
Gunwoo is feeling strangely nervous, pulse picking up. It’s a good kind of nervous, he knows, but he wills himself to relax.
Woojin jokes about calling room service in the morning (there is no room service but breakfast downstairs is included in their overnight stay), and Gunwoo gives a shaky smile.
Always observant, Woojin looks at him over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” Gunwoo tries to play dumb.
“You good?”
“Yeah, hyung, I’m fine,” he is quick to assure.
Woojin doesn’t seem too convinced but he doesn’t press further.
Once they make it to the room, they’re pleasantly surprised. It’s smaller than they expected, but the furniture and decor are not too outdated. Gunwoo had been expecting flowery patterns and such, but everything is rather neutral and tasteful.
There’s a large window that opens up to the ocean, letting in a pleasant breeze.
The bed isn’t huge, but they’ll fit comfortably in it. Gunwoo drops their backpack on it, then walks up to the window to look at the view.
He closes his eyes, enjoying the way the breeze licks at his skin. This isn’t much different than Mr. Oh’s house, but a change of scenery comes as a respite. Being able to be alone with Woojin and the promise of a night together, of waking up next to each other and not having to worry about being found chases away most of the apprehension Gunwoo was feeling.
It’d been a while since Gunwoo had entertained even the idea of indulgences. Until he touched Woojin, kissed him, and held him. Gunwoo can’t wait to have Woojin under (or on top of) him again. A shiver runs through his body as he thinks of all the possibilities this night away has in store for them.
While his thoughts run wild and untamed, Woojin sneaks up behind him, wrapping his arms around Gunwoo’s middle and resting his chin on his shoulder.
“What are you thinking about?” He repeats the question Gunwoo asked earlier in the car.
Gunwoo smirks, biting on his bottom lip as he leans back against Woojin’s chest, letting his head fall on the other’s shoulder.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, hyung?” Gunwoo teases, turning his head to kiss the side of Woojin’s neck.
“Are you getting revenge on me for earlier?”
“Um,” Gunwoo admits then bites the same spot he just kissed.
Woojin laughs, arms tightening around Gunwoo, who involuntarily backs up against the older man until his ass is pressed against Woojin’s crotch.
Woojin visibly gasps, lips parting as he does so. “It’s the middle of the day, Gunwoo-ya.”
“That didn’t stop us before,” Gunwoo counterpoints.
Woojin swallows thickly, feeling the arousal coil low in his belly. He stays still, not wanting to cross any boundaries even though it seems like Gunwoo has none in place.
Before Woojin can decide the best course of action, lips are brushing against his jaw, a hand sneaking between their bodies to cup his half-chub, and all rational thought escapes him for good.
Finding their way to the bed is easy.
Woojin throws himself on it, paying the loud creaking of the wooden frame no mind while he watches Gunwoo make a show of stripping off his clothes.
It reminds Woojin of his own clothed state so he starts pulling his hoodie over his head, but Gunwoo stops him with a hand on his.
“Want you like this,” he says, voice low and husky with desire.
For the second time today, Woojin is left speechless. It surprises him how assertive and sure of himself Gunwoo is in bed. How bold. Woojin has always been the most uninhibited party in all his relationships, but Gunwoo disarms him in such a way, sometimes he feels like a blushing virgin around the younger man.
It’s different from what he’s used to, but it’s good and exciting. And it doesn’t mean Woojin can’t be in the driver’s seat, as well. He likes how free and unconstrained their dynamic is, even when it comes to sex.
They’re still getting to know each other and figuring stuff out, but Woojin likes the direction they seem to be headed. So he is more than happy to go along with whatever Gunwoo has in mind.
Once he’s naked, cock hanging heavy between his well-sculpted thighs, he climbs over the bed, unceremoniously draping his bare body on top of Woojin and kissing him like a predator going in for the kill - no preamble, no warning, before he devours Woojin’s mouth with his own.
Their kisses are always heated, soaked in desperation and yearning. Woojin, sometimes, feels like he’s been pining for Gunwoo for years whenever their lips and bodies connect like this - the force of his desire for the younger all-consuming and overwhelming.
Fuck, he wants Gunwoo so bad. If he could choose, he’d never stop kissing and touching him.
Woojin lets his hands roam down Gunwoo’s body, caressing down his sides, raking his nails over his abs, feeling all the dips and curves of Gunwoo’s masterpiece of a body. Gunwoo, in turn, has both hands cradling Woojin’s face, fingers half-buried in his freshly-cut hair.
And they never, not even for a second, stop kissing. Gunwoo’s tongue is insatiable, impatiently snaking around Woojin’s, running along his teeth and licking into his mouth kittenish-like whenever he wants to tease.
It gives Woojin whiplash, and he loves it.
He’s never met anyone as eager as Gunwoo. As hungry and as desperate for him as Gunwoo.
Woojin’s lips are sore and swollen once Gunwoo finally seems to tire of them. He gives Woojin’s lower lip a playful bite before he draws back, eyes hooded and a pretty flush spreading down to his chest. His hands slide down to Woojin’s shoulder as he looks into Woojin’s eyes.
“Hyung,” the way he says the word is sinful, sends electricity cursing through Woojin’s body. But Gunwoo isn’t done. Because of course, he isn’t. He adds, after licking his lips, eyes traveling down Woojin’s eyes, “wanna suck you off.”
Woojin can’t hold back the sharp inhale, his cock fattening up and fingers digging into Gunwoo’s small waist.
Gunwoo cocks his head to the side, a lopsided smirk adorning his lips, made plushier by all the kissing they’ve just engaged in. “What? You’ve been so quiet, hyung.”
“I-- I guess I wasn’t ready for all… this. All of you,” Woojin says, running a hand through his hair, puffing out a breath.
Gunwoo gives him a confused look, but his smile grows. “Am I too much, hyung?”
“No! Not too much, no. You’re perfect, you’re-- Fuck, Gunwoo-ya, you’re killing me,” Woojin blurts out, groaning low as he throws his head back. He can’t help but buck his hips up, erection rubbing against Gunwoo’s thigh as he does so.
It’s an involuntary reaction just like the moan Gunwoo lets out when he feels Woojin’s hard cock against press against him.
If he doesn’t get Woojin into his mouth in the next thirty seconds he feels like he’s going to lose it.
So far, he’s been successful at holding back, acting like he’s in control of his emotions and his body, and trying to show Woojin how good he can be for the older man, but he can feel his self-control slipping.
“Hyung, please,” he whispers, dropping his head so his forehead connects to Woojin’s chest. He nuzzles against the softness of the fabric of Woojin’s hoodie while trying to hide his pathetic, desperate state. His cock is already leaking, no doubt staining Woojin’s jeans. It’s a miracle he hasn’t noticed it.
“Gunwoo-ya,” Woojin calls softly, a hand patting Gunwoo’s hair in that familiar, soothing way. “You can do anything to me. There’s no need to ask.”
Gunwoo’s head shoots up, his eyes searching Woojin’s face for any trace of deception, even though he knows he won’t find any.
It’s just a lot. To have someone say something like that. To have someone so willing to give himself over entirely to him. Gunwoo has never experienced that before.
“But I want you to want it, too,” Gunwoo says. He needs to be sure Woojin wants this as badly as him. It’s a need he doesn’t know exactly the source of, but it’s something that gnaws at him. He needs to hear Woojin say it.
“I want it. Want you.” Following the words, Woojin’s hips move again, causing Gunwoo to feel his bulge again.
It’s all it takes for Gunwoo to snap.
There’s no finesse in his movements as he drags himself to the foot of the bed, kneeling on the floor, aware of his nakedness; the roughness of the carpeted floor under his knees. Woojin follows, sitting up and scooting down the foot of the bed until he can plant his feet on the floor. He then spreads his legs to accommodate Gunwoo in between them.
After Gunwoo frees Woojin’s cock from its confines; not even bothering to pull the pants and underwear all the way down, he makes sure to lock eyes with Woojin before he guides the head into his mouth.
Woojin’s lips part around a silent gasp at the initial touch, the sudden wet heat, the primary source of pleasure, while the image of Gunwoo on his knees, lips wrapped around his cock, elates him further.
It feels like all heavenly pleasures combined, to have Gunwoo's lips stretched around his shaft, his tongue pressed flat against the underside of it, while his glans scrapes his hard palate.
What Gunwoo can't immediately reach with his mouth, he wraps a fist around. And he squeezes, and it feels so good. His other hand is resting on his lap, but it soon finds Woojin's still denim-clad thigh, fingers digging into it to ground himself.
And then he gives Woojin's cock the first experimental suck. He barely knows what he is doing as he bobs his head once afterward. He uses his instinct though, and his desire to please Woojin.
It seems to work because Woojin's breath hitches again, his fingers flying to Gunwoo's hair. He doesn't pull though. As if he can sense this is Gunwoo's first time and wants to be gentle.
Woojin cards his fingers through Gunwoo's head instead, in encouragement. Gunwoo would smile if he could, but he repays the loving gesture with another bob of his head, another hard suck. Then he sets a rhythm, quickly realizing it's like practicing footwork.
He doesn’t mind the taste, but it’s an adjustment for sure - his jaw aches slightly and he has a little trouble breathing, but Gunwoo is hardworking and relentless. He’s always applied himself in anything he sets his mind to. This wouldn’t be any different.
It doesn't take long for Woojin's grip on his hair to involuntarily tighten, his panting becoming more evident. It fills Gunwoo with pride.
He tries to take more of Woojin in his mouth, but he goes further than he's prepared for and inevitably chokes. He has to pull off so he can catch his breath, letting out a few coughs.
"Gunwoo-ya, you okay?" Woojin tilts his face up carefully, eyebrows drawn together in worry.
"Yeah, fine," Gunwoo says, wiping the saliva that’s gathered at the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.
Woojin chuckles but it's so fond that Gunwoo doesn't feel self-conscious about it.
"Is this your first time?" Woojin asks.
Gunwoo nods, looking away, embarrassed.
"Hey, that's ok. I don't have that much experience with it myself. You're doing so well, Gunwoo-ya."
Gunwoo instantly preens at the praise, like Woojin pressed a button inside him. His eyes are alight like stars when he looks back at Woojin.
"Really, hyung?"
He still has his hand around the base of Woojin's cock, and Woojin covers it with his own before he says, "Yeah, look how hard you made me, puppy ."
Oh. The pet name catches Gunwoo off-guard. He feels his dick twitch in interest, almost fully hard now.
Woojin quickly catches on with the way Gunwoo's pupils blow up, lips parting and breath quickening.
"You like that, um? You like when I call you puppy?"
Woojin caresses the side of Gunwoo's face with his free hand, feeling the slightly thinner texture of the scar running along his face.
Gunwoo's mouth goes dry. He is so turned on he doesn't even know what to do with himself. All he wants is for Woojin to touch him now, but he also wants to finish what he started.
“Hyung, can you just-- can you tell me what to do?”
Such an innocent question shouldn’t send such a strong wave of arousal through Woojin’s body. His dick pulses hard in their joint grip, and he nods, already guiding Gunwoo’s head forward, watching as he drops his jaw to welcome Woojin back into his mouth.
“You can go slow first, adjust to it. You like how I taste, Gunwoo-ya?”
Woojin isn’t the one to usually say such filthy things during sex but Gunwoo brings it out of him. And the younger one seems to enjoy it too, with the way he moans around Woojin’s girth. The sound is so erotic Woojin is scared he’s gonna come from getting only his tip sucked. It doesn’t help that Gunwoo looks so good while sucking him off.
Woojin looks away for a moment and refocuses, intent on making this last.
Then he looks back at Gunwoo and instructs, “Think you can use your tongue a little? Ah , Gunwoo-ya, just like that.”
He knew the younger would be great at following directions, but he wasn’t ready for it to feel so good. Gunwoo swirls his tongue around Woojin’s glans a few times before he sucks more of him into his mouth.
“You can take more, jagi ? Fuck, you’re doing so well, keep going.”
Woojin presses the tips of his fingers against Gunwoo’s scalp, adding a little pressure, making his cock slide further into the wet, blissful heat of Gunwoo’s mouth until the head hits his soft palate. He unwraps Gunwoo’s hand from around his dick, letting go of it as well.
“Hold onto my thigh,” he says. He guides Gunwoo’s head back, his cock slipping halfway out of Gunwoo’s mouth, then waits for him to brace his hands on both his thighs.
“I’m gonna thrust in, puppy. Relax your jaw for me, breathe through your nose. You’re gorgeous, Gunwoo-ya,” Woojin praises right before he slightly bucks his hips up, stopping just short of bottoming out.
Gunwoo makes a loud gagging noise, and Woojin checks on him to see if he’s okay right as he pulls out again. Gunwoo gives no sign of wanting him to stop, though. Woojin can see his nostrils flare slightly with each breath he takes.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he praises. Gunwoo whimpers, a pitiful little noise, nails digging into Woojin’s jeans.
Woojin thrusts in and out of Gunwoo’s mouth a few times before he lets Gunwoo set a pace of his own. He uses the hand in Gunwoo’s hair only to keep him from attempting to take more than he can handle. The short strands feel soft. Woojin cards his fingers through them, combing the few loose ones away from Gunwoo’s forehead.
He can’t get enough of Gunwoo's gorgeous face, eyelids fluttering, flushed cheeks and reddened lips working on Woojin.
It fills Woojin with satisfaction to see Gunwoo seems to be enjoying himself as much as him, judging from the way his dick is steadily leaking. Woojin makes a mental note for the both of them to clean up after themselves before they leave tomorrow morning.
All thoughts are wiped away when Gunwoo suddenly stops bobbing his head, though. He presses the flat of his tongue against the underside of Woojin’s cock and gives it a perfectly timed suck. Woojin sees stars behind his eyelids, his socked toes curling, and then he’s cumming, shooting right into Gunwoo’s mouth before he can even think of pulling out.
“Ahh, Gunwoo-ya, I’m s-sorry,” he stutters while his hips jerk on their own accord.
Gunwoo swallows what he can, but it’s a lot and he didn’t have time to prepare for it. He loves the feeling of having Woojin come undone like this because of him, so he doesn’t complain.
There’s cum dribbling down the corners of his lips when Woojin finally manages to pull out, still panting from his orgasm. He reaches for Gunwoo’s lips, wiping them, while he admires Gunwoo’s gorgeous face, his brown eyes hooded and teary.
Woojin can’t resist him for much longer, so he does quick work of getting rid of his pants and practically coaxes Gunwoo to stand up before he drags him onto his lap.
Sitting on Woojin’s lap completely naked like this while the latter is nearly completely dressed has the exact effect on Gunwoo that he hoped for - he feels vulnerable, at Woojin’s mercy somehow, like he’s being used. It’s a heady feeling and it takes his arousal to new heights. He wraps his legs around Woojin’s waist and throws an arm over one of his shoulders.
“Let’s get you off, puppy,” Woojin says before wrapping a skillful hand around Gunwoo’s neglected cock.
Gunwoo answers with a pathetic little hum, cupping Woojin’s face and kissing him. He licks into Woojin’s mouth with urgency and Woojin can taste himself on Gunwoo’s tongue, the salty aftertaste of his cum mixing with the familiar sweetness of Gunwoo’s mouth.
“Gunwoo-ya, look how wet you are,” he manages to say in between their messy makeout, gathering the pre-cum leaking from Gunwoo’s slit, and what had dripped down along the length as well.
“Just for you, hyung,” Gunwoo answers, voice colored in arousal and neediness, tongue lolling out his mouth until Woojin captures it with his lips and sucks it back into his mouth.
It takes barely a few dozen strokes to make Gunwoo come. His body tenses up before unraveling, shaking with the force of his orgasm. Woojin’s hoodie gets ruined by rope after rope of cum, but he is far from caring.
He holds Gunwoo through it as he rocks back and forth, riding it out, his naked ass rubbing against Woojin’s half-chub in the process.
“Hyung, that felt so fucking good,” Gunwoo says, dropping his forehead onto Woojin’s shoulder, still catching his breath. He sneaks a hand under Woojin’s hoodie and t-shirt, hand finding his stomach, the still-tender flesh of his cars.
Woojin shivers, turning his face to the side so he can nose under Gunwoo’s ear. “Yeah, I’m so glad, Gunwoo-ya. It was really good for me too,” Woojin whispers.
He slides his hands down Gunwoo’s back to grab his ass, squeezing it with gusto. Gunwoo’s back arches and he bites down on Woojin’s shoulder.
Woojin protests then lets out a laugh. He gives one of Gunwoo’s asscheeks a light slap, and the other jumps on his lap, yelping, “Hyung!”
“You started it,” Woojin points out, rubbing at the place he just slapped, which immediately soothes Gunwoo.
Gunwoo loves that Woojin lets him cling to him after he makes him cum. He feels cared for and safe. Even when they’re sticky with sweat and jizz, it’s hard to bring himself to untangle himself from Woojin’s embrace, his strong arm, and claiming hands.
But they go clean themselves up, play-fighting for the space under the small shower head. They change back into their clothes (Woojin foregoing his cum-ruined hoodie), then head out to have dinner at the village.
“Hyung, do you think I can… um, suck you off again later?” Gunwoo asks when they’re in the car.
Woojin blinks at him, but he doesn’t look quite as stunned as all the other times. Maybe he’s quickly getting used to this side of Gunwoo. He feels comfortable enough to ask for what he wants and talk about these things with Woojin. He doesn’t feel as embarrassed as he did during their first time.
He wants to experience so many things with Woojin and he knows the feeling is mutual.
That only encourages him further.
Woojin turns to him, leaning over to reach for the belt. He buckles it, then looks up at Gunwoo with a smirk, “As I said before, you can do anything you want to me, Gunwoo-ya. Hyung is yours.”
Gunwoo’s heart skips. There is heat pooling in his lower belly too, but all he can focus on is how those words envelop him in warmth, making him feel so completely loved and cherished.
Woojin is precious to him, and Gunwoo wants to do nothing less than give himself to Woojin in return.
He can’t seem to find the words to say what he’s feeling, so he smiles, and he kisses Woojin, a long press of his lips against Woojin’s. And then Woojin is smiling into it, a hand coming up to Gunwoo’s face, thumb lightly stroking his cheek.
Gunwoo can’t wait to tell Woojin he is his, too. Maybe later tonight, when he has Woojin wrapped around him again, and after they’ve explored more of each other.
Gunwoo knows that he’ll find the right time, and he knows that it needs to be soon. He doesn’t want to head back to Seoul and face Myeonggil and his gang without telling Woojin how he feels. Though with the way Woojin is kissing him, he has the feeling he already knows.