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Buried under the soft warm blanket, Kim Dokja breathed shallowly, deep in the confines of sleep. A calloused hand touched his cheek, brushing away strands of his messy bangs to reveal his relaxed face. 

The mattress shifted underneath him, a pair lips pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. The reader started to stir awake from the action, taking a deep breath only to breathe in an enticing scent. Bleary eyes blinked open, tiredness weighing down his eyelids. 

The room was softly illuminated by the sun peeking through the window, making the familiar figure sitting on the edge of his bed, next to him, glow. A lazy smile pulled across his lips, hands coming out from under the blanket to stretch. He didn't need to think to know who it was. 

"Mornin'..." Kim Dokja tiredly slurred out, body shaking slightly as he stretched. 

The air smelled delicious, quite literally. It smelled of spices and meat, a faint scent of eggs in the mix of it. Could he even smell some mayonnaise?..

"Good morning," a gruffer voice responded, tone patient.

"Did you sleep good?"

"Mhm... So good," Kim Dokja responded, shuffling around to push himself into a sitting position. 

Comfortable, he took notice of something seated in the other's lap, something that made that so amazing smell. With an embarrassed yet unbelieving chuckle, Kim Dokja fixed his hair with his hands. 

"Did you bring me breakfast? To bed?" he asked, face heating up a little from the thought. 

Yoo Joonghyuk hummed, grasping the foldable tray and placing it over Kim Dokja's lap once the latter stopped shifting around. With a loving gaze, the former leaned in to peck his lover on the cheek. 

"Eat well, I made your favourite."

Warmth bloomed in Kim Dokja's chest as he smiled at his boyfriend, taking hold of the utensils placed on the tray to dig in. Yes, they may have been together for nearly two years already, but such simple gestures always get him all shy and putty. It's unfair really. 

Besides, it was the first time Yoo Joonghyuk brought him breakfast in bed. Usually he'd pick him up and carry him to the kitchen. Looking down at the food, that he knew was gonna be beyond delicious, Kim Dokja mentally checked off a box in his list of things he wants to do with Yoo Joonghyuk now that the scenarios were over. 

Said list he had made quickly filled up when they moved in, almost everything he ever wanted to do, done at this point. This one was pretty high on the list. It was easy to say he was very happy. 

Eagerly, he scooped a spoon full of omurice into his mouth, stuffing a piece of meat too, as an afterthought. Cheeks bulging, Kim Dokja almost melted at the taste. His boyfriend really was the greatest chef the universe has seen—no, scratch that. The universe has been blessed by his presence. 

To know he was gonna be cooking for him for the rest of his life, oh did it make him feel like the luckiest person alive. Who would want such a handsome and perfect boyfriend? He knew he did and he'd do anything for him. 

Drinking a sip of tea, the liquid almost went down the wrong pipe when he felt warm hands take hold of his feet. Yoo Joonghyuk, hands covered in lotion,—when did he get that?—rubbed his feet, massaging the lotion into his skin. 

Weirdly enough, it felt nice, soothing even.

By the time Kim Dokja finished eating, Yoo Joonghyuk had massaged the lotion into his skin, sliding a pair of black socks on. Putting the tray on the side, the former chuckled.

"I'm getting princess treatment. What's so special about today?"

"Nothing," Yoo Joonghyuk murmured, taking the tray and turning around to walk out of the bedroom. 

With an endearing roll of his eyes, Kim Dokja stood up. Looking down, he checked his outfit quickly. It was his usual wear, boxers and Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt. His favourite combo. The boxers were so comfy, clad in a pattern of thin, horizontal black and gray lines. The shirt was a size bigger, just a plain black shirt that smelled of his boyfriend. 

It was intoxicating at times. 

Content enough with his outfit, he stepped out of their shared bedroom, making his way to the kitchen. With lazy steps, he walked up to Yoo Joonghyuk, who was cleaning dishes. He really was husband material, he couldn't wait to marry him. 

Slithering his arms around the other's torso, Kim Dokja placed a kiss to his nape. His hands roamed around Yoo Joonghyuk's abdomen, one hand tracing his abs through his shirt as the other rubbed across his chest. A small hitch of breath could be heard, accompanied by blush dusting the latter's neck. 

Placing one more kiss, Kim Dokja nosed his skin, breathing in his lover's scent. His cologne really suited him so good...

"Dokja."

"Hm?"

"Do you wanna have a date night today?"

Blinking, Kim Dokja pulled away slightly, trying to take a look at the taller's face from the side. 

"Really? I'd love to, is that even a question honey?"

Grunting softly, Yoo Joonghyuk slid off his gloves, putting them aside to dry. With swift movement, he turned around, grabbing his hips and pulling Kim Dokja flush against him by them. 

"Do you have suggestions?" the velvety voice spoke. 

God did Kim Dokja just wanna melt in his boyfriend's arms and not think anymore. 

"We could...watch a movie and cuddle," he suggested. 

Humming in agreement, Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down, pecking his forehead. Kim Dokja couldn't help the bright smile stretching across his face as he moved his arms to wrap around the former's neck. Feeling confident, he decided to take his chances.  

"Kiss me," Kim Dokja asked or more of demanded. 

"...On my lips," he added before the other could say something stupid to tease him. 

A hand settle onto the side his face, tilting it up. Eagerly, Kim Dokja pulled Yoo Joonghyuk closer by his neck, one hand moving into his hair. The latter smirked as their lips locked together in a gentle press. Slowly, he kissed the shorter, wetting Kim Dokja's lips by running his tongue across them. 

The reader sighed, accidentally parting them from the kiss. With a chuckle Yoo Joonghyuk kissed the tip of his nose, waiting for the other to regain his breath from the short yet lovely kiss with a satisfied expression. 

"You have a stubble," Kim Dokja pointed out after evening his breathing. 

Yoo Joonghyuk frowned, raising a hand to rub his chin. 

"You know, you could let it grow. You'd look good with a beard."

"Don't like it."

Letting out a noise of understanding, Kim Dokja played with his hair, combing his fingers through the waves. It was so silky and smooth. He didn't believe they used the same shampoo, how could his hair be so fried up? Protagonist genes. 

Busy playing with the hair, Yoo Joonghyuk on the other hand seemed to have other ideas, grabbing his waist and squeezing it tenderly as he bent down for another kiss. 

Immediately, Kim Dokja kissed him back. He parted his lips, waiting for a wet tongue to push inside. Except...it didn't. Yoo Joonghyuk was concentrated on teasing him, nipping on his lips and licking his teeth every now and again. With a frustrated groan, the shorter tried to push his own tongue into the other man's mouth. 

He was unsuccessful since Yoo Joonghyuk decided to pull away from the kiss entirely, looking down at him with content eyes. Annoyed, Kim Dokja leaped forward, placing a gentle nip on his Adam's apple. With a grunt, Yoo Joonghyuk eyes widened a fraction at the action. 

"I love your Adam's apple," Kim Dokja said, licking his lips before nosing it. 

He was oblivious to the small blush that bloomed on the tips of the taller's ears. Yoo Joonghyuk turned his head to the side, not awarding him with a response. Kim Dokja just pecked his cheek before stepping backwards and getting out of his hold. 

"I'll go take a shower then. Can't be dirty on our date, can I?"

"...Mn. Leave the door unlocked."

"Why, do you wanna watch me shower? Pervert," Kim Dokja said, faking a silent gasp and covering his mouth like an offended empress. 

Clicking his tongue, Yoo Joonghyuk didn't further acknowledge his attempts at teasing. 

"I gotta shave."

.

Sighing, Kim Dokja scrolled through his phone, looking at movie suggestions. There wasn't anything that interesting with the good romance movies already watched long ago. It wasn't a rare occurrence for them to have date nights at home, if anything, he loved them. 

It was better than going out in public or to a fancy restaurant. They got to be as close as they wanted, hug each other and hold hands without any unwanted eyes on them. Besides, it saved them money. It definitely wasn't because Kim Dokja could kiss the other whenever he wanted to. Definitely not. 

Of course, they didn't always watch romance movies anyways, that would be boring. But, today he had a plan and it could only be done with a romance movie—sort of. Shaking his head, his continued to scroll down the seemingly endless list. 

Eyes catching on a name, he looked closer at it, seeing the movie contained an actor from a different movie, one he thought was quite good. Deciding on watching that, he saved it, plopping his phone on top of the nightstand and stretching. 

In the middle of massaging the stiffness out of his neck, Yoo Joonghyuk walked into the bedroom, clad in nothing but a white towel tied neatly around his waist. Water droplets were scattered across his skin, hair still dripping from the shower. Kim Dokja sucked in a breath, taking in the inviting sight laid out in front of his eyes. 

As the latter turned his back towards him to search through the dresser's drawers, unaware of the attention, the reader shamelessly watched Yoo Joonghyuk's muscles move as he moved his arms, stretching his own arms in the meanwhile. 

Those muscles that looked like someone spent over thousands years sculpting them after Greek gods, so defined and beautiful. With each movement he made, they flexed, making Yoo Joonghyuk's already broad back look even more wonderful. His boyfriend was the definition of eye candy. 

Scars littered across the tan skin, and Kim Dokja wanted nothing more than to tenderly caress them with his hands, trailing along them carefully with a finger and placing a kiss to each one, no matter the size. 

He's always tried his most to comfort Yoo Joonghyuk, encouraging him to be shirtless and show his skin. The scars were apart of him, something Kim Dokja loved dearly about him. They told his story, all the hard times he fought and pushed through, the times they spent apart...

It seemed like his sayings were starting to work a little by little, at least compared to the start of their relationship. The other is way more comfortable taking his shirt off while they made out, letting Kim Dokja feel them up even when he hid his face in the crook of the older's neck. 

After all, there was nothing to be ashamed of when you looked so damn handsome. Each and every scar, all of them so beautiful in his eyes. Kim Dokja loved Yoo Joonghyuk's body because it was his, and no matter how many excuses the other threw at him, Kim Dokja would stand by his words. 

He would give anything—

"Stop staring," the taller's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. 

His voice had a small undertone of embarrassment. 

"Am I not allowed to admire my stunning boyfriend's body?" Kim Dokja said nonchalantly and honestly, eyes never leaving the other man's back as he made himself more comfortable on the bed. 

"There's nothing to admire."

"There's a lot to admire. You're my favourite thing to look at, darling."

A scoff could be heard as Yoo Joonghyuk put on a pair of grey sweatpants. Cheek pressed into his palm, Kim Dokja laid across the bed, watching him dress up. Grabbing a shirt, the former turned around with a frown. 

Much to his despair, said frown had no effect on his Kim Dokja. 

Eyes glazing over those perfect abs, the reader subconsciously licked his lips, feeling something stir in his gut at the sight. How he wanted to knead his hands into those abs, lick his way upwards with each scar and muscle until he reached his boyfriend's chest, gently pecking along those two large scars until Yoo Joonghyuk stopped trying to hide from him. 

His daydreaming was interrupted by his lover putting on the shirt he was holding and throwing a questioning look at him. 

"What?" Kim Dokja asked, an innocent smile on his lips. 

Yoo Joonghyuk made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, walking up to the bed. 

"What snack do you want for the movie?" he said, changing the topic effortlessly. 

"Ah, that's difficult. Cucumbers could be nice, but— Oh, I found a movie! Look, what do you think about..."

.

Grabbing a few ice cubes from the fridge, Kim Dokja dropped them into his drink before grabbing his glass. With quick yet quiet steps, he made it back to the couch, placing the drink onto the coffee table and plopping down next to Yoo Joonghyuk. The movie was a couple minutes in already, two people chatting on the screen. 

Taking a carrot slice, specifically cut by his Yoo Joonghyuk himself, Kim Dokja munched on it, watching the screen. There has been...a thing that's been on his list for a while, one he could never really achieve somehow. He was determined to cross it off today, especially when his attempt number has already made it past two digits. 

Sue him, but he had chosen to have a movie night just for this reason. He's a sucker for cute moments with his boyfriend, what can he say. Taking another carrot, Kim Dokja chewed through four more in nervousness. Hopefully if he's more bold this time, it'll work. Taking a sip of his drink to freshen himself, he started his plan. 

He took a secret peek at Yoo Joonghyuk. Seeing his attention was at the movie, Kim Dokja relaxed before scooting closer to him, their knees bumping together. Staying like that for a moment, he took a deep breath before slowly laying his head onto the other's shoulder. 

Cheek pressed against the fabric covered shoulder, Kim Dokja kept his eyes glued on the television so he wouldn't not seem suspicious. A few minutes went by before he carefully wrapped his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk's arm, the one he was resting his head on. Like a plushie, he hugged it close a secure to his chest. 

It was so much bigger than his own, the muscles solid even though Yoo Joonghyuk didn't work out as much as he used to. Really, they were wonderful, there was no room to argue. He could and would talk about them for hours. 

After some time, Kim Dokja let all the tension leave his body when he saw the younger was fine with him being so close. It's not like it was their first time being intimate like this, it was far from it. It was...embarrassing. They were both somehow incredibly shy, so it was a little harder to be this close during actually romantic times, like dates. 

Hell, he could still remember vividly them kissing for the first time on a date. It wasn't their first kiss, but doing it during a date in the flower field was different. The kiss had them both turning into shy sputtering messes, but it was completely worth it. 

Smiling to himself as he thought back to that, Kim Dokja tensed up suddenly. He couldn't stop the way his stomach flipped when he realised Yoo Joonghyuk had rested his head against Kim Dokja's own.

Bingo. 

Mentally, he crossed this off from his list. They were like a married couple, doing these sappy but sweet things. It was heartwarming.

It felt good that Yoo Joonghyuk was getting more comfortable around him, letting his guard down completely. It was a huge difference from the days back during the scenarios, when they had to be on their feet and hide away for even a simple kiss on the cheek. 

Finally, Kim Dokja decided to push all his thoughts aside and concentrate on the movie. After all, he was actually a little interested in it. He was the one who chose it to begin with. Three characters argued in a bar making it obvious it was a love triangle. The main character grabbed their backpack, running out of the bar. 

The movie went on, now showing an office, the main character finding out their new boss was someone they knew. What a mess. Cheek resting on the warm shoulder, Kim Dokja could hear Yoo Joonghyuk steadily breathe. It was calming, even with the chaos of the movie, so much so he didn't even notice a hand had rested onto his thigh. 

Yoo Joonghyuk squeezed his thigh lightly, caressing the outer side with his thumb—an unconscious action most likely. Subconsciously, Kim Dokja pressed his legs together, trapping the hand between his thighs. The former made no move to remove it, instead continuing to caress the other. 

Busy watching the movie, Kim Dokja inhaled the whole snack tray, with Yoo Joonghyuk eating a couple snacks himself, mostly because the reader fed them to him. Drinking the last of his drink, Kim Dokja was deeply immersed in the movie, cuddled up close to his boyfriend as a rather exciting scene played. 

Mouth open wide in shock, Kim Dokja was flabbergasted by the absolutely absurd plot twist, gripping the taller's arm tighter. This was so stupid, the movie is ruined by that revelation. Pouting softly, he was about to voice his opinions and theories to Yoo Joonghyuk when the scene changed, a music track playing. 

The music was familiar, too familiar. To be completely honest, he recognised it immediately. It was a song him and Yoo Joonghyuk often made out to, the slow music a good background noise for their heated sessions. Biting his lower lip, Kim Dokja furrowed his eyebrows, trying to focus on the movie. 

Yoo Joonghyuk shuffled beside him after a minute of so, removing his hand from between his thighs and moving it to another place. Kim Dokja let out a content sigh at the action, nearly melting into the side of his boyfriend's body. A slight squeeze made his eyelid twitch, an airy breath leaving his mouth. 

Watching the movie, Kim Dokja betond immersed that he went stiff when he felt warm breath against the shell of his ear. 

"Someone's excited," Yoo Joonghyuk murmured into his ear with that deep voice he loved. 

A soft shiver ran down Kim Dokja's spine before his eyebrows pinched together at the sentence, confused. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, turning to look at his boyfriend. 

"...This."

As soon as the words left Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth, Kim Dokja became very aware of the hand actively cupping his crotch, massaging a little. He wanted nothing more than to dig a grave and bury himself in it right there and then. Face heating up, he looked at former silently, lips parted. 

Yoo Joonghyuk's lips twitched upwards for a second, an action Kim Dokja knew was him trying to suppress a smile. Before he could even scold his boyfriend, he squeezed his hand, massaging the half-hard bulge in his boxers more insistently. The former sucked in a hurried breath, letting his head fall and pressing his forehead against the younger's shoulder. 

"Unfair..." the reader breathily said, doing his best to not move his hips into the hand. 

"How so?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked, voice low and dripping with amusement. 

"You...—Mn...—keep teasing me. We were supposed to watch the movie. Haa..."

Lips pressed against his ear, that rich voice speaking into it directly. 

"...Should we go to the bedroom then?"

Worrying his lower lip between his teeth, Kim Dokja picked up his head, nodding. If they were gonna make out, they'd do it here. Yoo Joonghyuk asking him to the bedroom was an obvious sign he knew by now. 

It's not always when his boyfriend offers to finger him. Pausing the movie, Yoo Joonghyuk gently picked him up effortlessly in a princess carry, walking them towards the bedroom. Wrapping his arms around the taller's neck, the reader started kissing his neck with the intention to rile the other up. 

Laid carefully onto the bed, Yoo Joonghyuk climbed on top of him. Making himself home between his legs he grabbed his chin to press their lips together for a desperate kiss. Hungrily, Kim Dokja reciprocated the kiss, hands grabbing at the wavy locks. A calloused finger caressed his jaw, making him slacken his jaw and open his mouth so a tongue could slot in. 

The wet and hot appendage pushed in, sending a wave of heat through Kim Dokja's body. Playfully fighting for dominance, he gave up when he realised he was losing, opting to rather suck on his boyfriend's tongue. Yoo Joonghyuk groaned into his mouth at the action, the hand cupping his face moving to hold his nape. 

Drool escaped from their deep kiss, trickling down the side of Kim Dokja's lips. As it dipped under his jaw, the older tightened his hold in the hair, arching his body to pressed it against Yoo Joonghyuk's. The warm body enveloped his smaller frame, the latter pushing their hips together. 

A small gasp left the reader while calloused hands moved to his torso, feeling him up over the shirt, each touch making him wiggle even with the clothing in the way. Fortunately—or unfortunately for the other—Kim Dokja was just as eager to touch his boyfriend. As he loosened his hold on Yoo Joonghyuk hair, he caressed his way down his neck with his hands. 

Hands arriving at his shoulders, Kim Dokja let his hands roam down those beautifully wide shoulders, tracing the muscles hiding under the shirt. He pressed his palms against the back, taking in the feeling of such a dreamy back. 

The thought of getting to claw at it as they fucked made him moan into the kiss. As they pulled apart for a moment of air, he grabbed the hem of Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt, starting to slide it up to reveal his abs when a hand grabbing both of his wrists stopped him. 

Eyebrows raising in surprise, he moved his attention to the other's face, giving a gentle smile. 

"Can I? You can take my shirt off too," Kim Dokja offered, voice somewhat steady. 

Thinking about it for a rather long minute, Yoo Joonghyuk ended up nodded almost shyly, letting the older take his shirt off him. The clothing discarded on the floor, the reader's hands immediately latched onto his torso, sliding across the sculpted abs that were just begging to be licked and kissed. 

The protagonist looked down at him with an unreadable expression, letting him freely touch his body. Chest rising with slowly evening breaths, the older grabbed handfuls of the abs, a wide smile on his lips. 

Moving up to his pecs, Kim Dokja gently massaged the scars under both of them with his thumbs, pushing himself up a little to place kisses on them. Yoo Joonghyuk made a grunting noise at the action, lowering his head to hide his face.  

"So handsome," Kim Dokja mumbled, deciding to have mercy on his boyfriend for now by moving his arms to hook around his shoulders once again. 

Pulling him down into another kiss, he groaned when Yoo Joonghyuk bit his bottom lip, massaging the bulge in his pants at the same time. The pressure was relieving, too little to be satisfactory, yet enough to have him relaxing. 

Much to Kim Dokja's embarrassment, he was only wearing a pair of boxers, which without doubts wasn't doing anything to hide his aching dick. Why was his body betraying him like this. 

As his lover gently pressed kisses across his face, Kim Dokja just knew his underwear was already wet, his cock leaking like a water fountain. Determined to make his boyfriend feel good and not be the only one embarrassed, he wrapped his legs around the taller's strong waist, thrusting upwards weakly. Stilling, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away, looking down at him like the former had tricked him. 

That face quickly turned into a more happy expression, much to his dismay. He was red, wasn't he. It was something the younger loved to tease him with, cooing how his whole head was blushing when he was embarrassed. With an annoyed click of his tongue, he attempted to pull his boyfriend down into a kiss. 

...Except the other wasn't budging. 

"You ba—"

"You look beautiful."

Mouth open, Kim Dokja stared at Yoo Joonghyuk quietly. Did he—no way. Frowning deeply, which probably looked like a pout, the former turned his head to the side. He could feel his face heat up even more, heart pounding.

"My beautiful lover," Yoo Joonghyuk murmured, nosing his cheek. 

"...Shut up..."

A soft kiss pressed to the side of his lips was all he got to his dismissal. Feeling upset his facade crumbled so easily, Kim Dokja huffed out a breath before turning back and kissing the other. 

"Don't you wanna award your pretty boyfriend then?" he asked, knowing he definitely didn't look as confident as he sounded. 

"Yes," the taller answered honestly, pecking him before. 

Kim Dokja opened his mouth to say something when he felt a finger hooking under the waistband of his boxers. Clamping his mouth shut, he watched Yoo Joonghyuk in the eyes as the man slowly pulled his boxers off. 

With an audible plop, his dick smacked against his stomach as it was freed from its confines. As his boyfriend slowly pulled his underwear off, Kim Dokja couldn't take it, averting his eyes until his boxers were taken off completely. Splayed out underneath the other, he chocked on air when a hand wrapped firmly around his shaft. 

Calloused fingers rubbed the base and doing some steady strokes, bringing relief to his aching cock. Feeling a little desperate, Kim Dokja pulled Yoo Joonghyuk down again, this time successfully engaging him into a kiss. 

The rough hand felt amazing, rubbing him just the right way. The protagonist speed up at times, slowing down when it got too much. With practiced movements, he made the reader shake beneath him, moaning quietly into his mouth. 

Thumbing the head, Kim Dokja bit back a whine when Yoo Joonghyuk digging into his slit, more precum trickling out. The latter brought his attention to the kiss, licking the inside of his mouth while he jacked the other off, each glide aided by the precum that had gathered from before.

The younger cradled his head, pushing him deeper into the kiss until all Kim Dokja could think or feel was the way Yoo Joonghyuk sucked on his tongue, kissing him like there was oxygen in his mouth he need to survive. Eyes hazy, the former gasped for breath when they parted. 

The hand made smooth and slow strokes, the thumb pressing underneath the tip sometimes to make the older let out a choked breath. Kim Dokja wanted to snap at his boyfriend for teasing him like this, but when he looked upwards all thoughts scattered. 

Pink dusted across Yoo Joonghyuk's cheeks, accompanied by the pleased looking expression. 

"You're...so fucking hot," Kim Dokja said, albeit breathless from the kiss. 

Breathing deeply, his boyfriend stared down at him, lips parted before he leaned down. Pressing two kisses to his ear, he whispered into Kim Dokja's ear with that smooth chocolatey voice that made the reader wanna melt into a puddle. 

"...You're sexier."

Squeezing his eyes shut, the shorter tightened his hold around the broad shoulders. Damn flirt, his heart couldn't handle this. He was positive both of them could feel his heart going haywire in his chest, wanting to beat out of his ribcage. 

Yoo Joonghyuk kissed across his jaw, making his way to his neck. Sucking on the skin, he squeezed his fist around the other's cock, placing a tender kiss to the same spot. It was so good yet not enough. No, barely enough, he needed more. With a long sigh that turned into a moan, Kim Dokja thrusted into that hand weakly. 

"Please... Need more," he murmured, something he knew he was gonna deny saying in the morning. 

Cursing quietly, Yoo Joonghyuk nibbled on his neck before turning to search through their nightstand's drawer, refusing to get off him. Anticipation bubbling, Kim Dokja attempted—and somehow succeeded—to shimmy out of his shirt in the meanwhile, letting it fall off the bed to somewhere on the floor. Patiently, he waited.

While searching, he took a pillow with his other hand. Kim Dokja automatically raised his hips as Yoo Joonghyuk slid said pillow underneath his lower back. Laying back down, the older wiggled around slightly, making himself comfortable on it. 

Lube retrieved, the taller popped open the cap. Looking down at the proudly standing dick, Yoo Joonghyuk trailed a finger up the wet shaft, licking it clean before squeezing lube onto his fingers. Warming it up, he took Kim Dokja in for another kiss. 

Slowly, he put the lube aside, massaging the reader's thighs until he let go of his waist. Spreading his legs wide, he moved down to his collarbones. Kissing the skin, he licked around a bit until Kim Dokja could feel a wet finger trailing around his hole. 

"Breathe in..." Yoo Joonghyuk mumbled against his skin. 

Doing so, a finger carefully pushed in, making the older almost whine from the pure need he felt. 

"...And out."

With a steady exhale, the finger settled in him fully, down to the last knuckle. Tenderly, it searched around, stretching in every direction—an experienced movement. Feeling his body starting to heat up, Kim Dokja wiggled his hips, patting the scarred shoulders. 

"You...can put another in."

"Patience. I don't want to hurt you," the taller replied.

"Mn. Can I at least get kisses, darling?"

Looking up, Yoo Joonghyuk had a soft expression as he moved upwards, kissing him. It wasn't as deep or needy as the others, just a slow dance of lips. Kneading his shoulders, Kim Dokja felt amazing. While the former wasn't touching his prostate yet, it was already good. Each stretch felt wonderful, the rough fingers caressing his hot and soft insides. 

Breathy noises were coming out of him, the kiss turning a little more desperate. Lips were pulling at his when he gasped, eyes sliding closed. All he could focus on was the fingers in him and the mouth on his. A calloused hand caressed him here and there, playing with a nipple as Yoo Joonghyuk kissed his face. 

"Ha... So good," Kim Dokja mumbled, a nice shimmer of pleasure in his gut. 

By the time Kim Dokja realised there was two fingers scissoring him, his lover was sucking marks into his neck, licking apologies after each one. What was a little more embarrassing was he hadn't noticed he was moving his hips, grinding down on the fingers when they pushed in. 

He really forgets how good this feels, to be opened up by his boyfriend, airy gasps leaving his mouth unbidden. Rough pads dragged over a bundle of nerves and it had Kim Dokja arching his back slightly with a lovely moan. 

"A-ah— There..." Kim Dokja said, even when he knew Yoo Joonghyuk had definitely memorised its location long ago. 

In all honesty, his boyfriend knew him and his body better than he did, something that made him weirdly happily. He knew exactly when to stop or how to comfort him. Really, he was a perfect boyfriend. 

He was brought out of his thoughts with a jab to his prostate, making him inhale sharply. Holding Yoo Joonghyuk's broad shoulders, he nosed his hair, moaning into it when those fingers insistently rubbed at that spot. 

The younger was leaving soft love bites on his shoulders, looking like he wasn't the one making him feel this good. Eyes hazy, Kim Dokja smiled at the sight. He really was lucky to have him, and he knew he'd cherish this man with his whole heart and soul. 

"Joonghyuk-ah, I love you," he murmured, voice pitching down into a groan at the end. 

He could feel a smile on his skin, his words awarded with more firmer rubs into his sweet spot. Mouth dropping open into a moan, Kim Dokja did needy circles with his hips, begging for more friction with the movement. His dick had created a small pool of precum on his stomach. 

"More—please."

Yoo Joonghyuk said something back, but he couldn't hear what it was. He only knew the other spoke was by the way his chest rumbled against his body, lips moving. Kim Dokja was about to ask again when the fingers pulled out, pressing back in with another one. 

And god yes. That was so—all that came out of his mouth were wet panting, accompanied by a few groans of pleasure. If the way his eyes tried to roll to the beck of his head wasn't enough of an indication, the coil of pleasure tightening unbelievably tight in his gut was. 

"Ungh— Ah, ngh... Mn!—"

Kim Dokja was shaking, the stretch of the fingers making sparks fly across his mind. Distantly, he heard Yoo Joonghyuk whisper praises into his ear, pecking him as he flicked his opposite nipple this time. 

The rhythmic thrusting of his fingers, interrupted by grinding down on his prostate was it. Kim Dokja could cum like this, and he will. Clutching his shoulders, he heard himself babbling mindlessly, the edge of his orgasm so close he could taste it on the til of his tongue. 

"Yes... Ugh, so good—! Fuck— Honey, please..."

Desperately humping against the fingers, Kim Dokja grunted in frustration when Yoo Joonghyuk went rigid, unmoving. Opening his eyes, he looked at his boyfriend in confusion. 

"Why did you stop...?" he said, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. 

"...Say that again."

"Huh?"

"Call me your honey," the taller said, moving his head so he stared at Kim Dokja. 

The shorter couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up his throat. Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes were blown wide open, a healthy dust coating him down to his shoulders. Ah, he understood. 

"Do you like it when I call you honey? My husband is so cute..." Kim Dokja cooed, smiling widely. 

The hitch of breath and the way Yoo Joonghyuk hid his face into his neck said enough. 

"Husband..." the younger murmured against his skin, tasting the name on his tongue. 

"Yes. My husband, my handsome husband," Kim Dokja replied, pressing a kiss to his crown. 

There was a comfortable silence before Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away and kissed him with needly. Letting one hand cradle through his hair, Kim Dokja happily let his boyfriend ravage his mouth like a starving man. 

A surprised groan punched out of his lungs when a calloused hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it fast with desperation. The fingers speed up as well, massaging and jabbing at the bundle of nerves deep inside him until Kim Dokja couldn't reciprocate the kiss anymore. 

"Fu— Mnn.... Ha! Yo— Bast..."

Cut off curses stumbled from his lips licked up by Yoo Joonghyuk. He couldn't help the way his hips thrusted back onto the fingers, moaning loudly when the taller squeezed his shaft. Getting mind numbing pleasure from both ends made the reader teeter on the thin ice of his orgasm, so close to diving into that ocean. 

Broken strings of "I love you"s and moans got panted into Yoo Joonghyuk mouth, legs shaking with each thrust. A wet kiss to his forehead was the final push for the spring of his orgasm to let loose in his gut. Stomach tensing up, he squeezed his eyes closed, fingers digging his boyfriend's scalp and shoulder. 

Kim Dokja's body trembled on the bed, letting out a moan in the shape of Yoo Joonghyuk's name when he came, followed by quiet whimpers and groans. His dick spurted out ropes over his abdomen, coating the latter's hand in the process. Everything was hot, each part where their bodies touched felt like molten lava to him. 

"...All good?" Yoo Joonghyuk checked, pressing kisses to his face. 

With a hazy nod, Kim Dokja leaned forward, attempting to kiss the other man on his lips but managing to miss the target completely and pressing his lips against his eye. 

"...Oops," Kim Dokja said, pulling away with a small chuckle. 

Yoo Joonghyuk smiled down at him, pecking his lips. 

"You look wonderful," he muttered, brushing some strands of hair out of the older's face. 

Smile turning into a smirk, Kim Dokja felt a little mischievous. Taking his right hand off his shoulder, he moved it to the protagonist's sweatpants, slipping underneath that and his boxers. Hand going a little further down, his finger crazed against something hard and wet. 

Glancing downwards, he ground his palm against his boyfriend's dick gently. Yoo Joonghyuk bit down on a groan, eyebrows furrowing. 

"Did you enjoy watching me cum that much?" the reader teased, though his voice sounded breathless still. 

"...You looked ethereal."

Caught off guard, Kim Dokja flushed at his words, pouting. As if, he probably looked borderline horrible, all sweaty and red. He didn't understand what the other saw him in. Doing slow circles with his hand while thinking, the shorter was dazed when Yoo Joonghyuk pushed his hips forward, humping into his hand. 

That's usually how their bedroom life was, the reader getting to cum from his fingers and Yoo Joonghyuk humping himself against his palm. If they were both so needy for each other, can't they take the final step?.. Sucking in a breath, Kim Dokja cupped the other's face with his freehand. 

"Joonghyuk-ah, do you want to...do it?" he asked, wetting his lips in nervousness. 

"We are doing it?" Yoo Joonghyuk replied, a confused tilt to his eyebrows.

There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, most likely from the temperature rise in the room from their activities. Grinning shyly, Kim Dokja pecked him before pressing his lips against his ear. 

"I want you to fuck me."

The reader watched the ear bloom in colour like a rose. He waited patiently, his own heartbeat loud and clear in the silence. A while went by when he furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Yoo Joonghyuk was silent. Was that a new way to tease him?

He had to work up so much courage to ask, he wasn't gonna be put down by some teasing. Deciding to pull away to look at his face, his pout immediately disappeared when seeing his boyfriend's face. To his surprise, Yoo Joonghyuk looked conflicted.

"What's wrong?"

Eyes coming to look at him, the protagonist's frame relaxed slightly. 

"I...You don't have to force yourself."

Scowling at the ambiguous sentence, the older replied. 

"Force what?"

"Bottoming. I know you don't like it, you don't have to do this for me. I'm already happy you endure me fingering you, I—"

"Yoo Joonghyuk," Kim Dokja angrily said, scowling. 

Really? Was his boyfriend this oblivious? They're soon gonna celebrate their third anniversary and this... He could feel his temples throb. 

"Baby, look at me. I want this, I mean it. Why do you think I spent all that time deciding on a strap-on with you if I wasn't thinking of using it—if I didn't want this? Did you forget I was the one who picked it out."

With a sigh, Kim Dokja pecked his lips tenderly. 

"We've been doing..." 

Letting go of the taller's face, he gestured between him and Yoo Joonghyuk with it.

"...This, for almost two years, you watching as I cum from it each time. I suggested that we should do anal in the first place!.. I know it's hard for you to believe me, but please, trust me this once."

Taking a breather, Kim Dokja relaxed his face, looking at him with a soft expression.

"I want to have sex with you, be it with a strap-on. It doesn't matter to me at all. Do you want me to keep masturbating forever while dreaming about you fucking me?"

"...You've been—?"

"Yes. I have," Kim Dokja said, blushing profusely at his own words. 

Wow, was that embarrassing to admit—especially out loud like this. 

"I love you, and I want this so much. I want my boyfriend to fuck me sens—"

"Kim Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk said, pressing a hand to his mouth as his face turned bright red at the shorter's words. 

Kissing his palm, the reader smiled up at him. Does his boyfriend finally understand?

"I..."

Prying the hand off gently, Kim Dokja kissed it before taking hold of Yoo Joonghyuk face once again. 

"I like it and it's something I genuinely want. You haven't tricked me into it or pressured me. This is what I want, what I want in my heart."

Looking up at him, he could hear the other swallow. He wasn't great with words, but staying silent and hoping his protagonist understood him wasn't gonna work. He needed to tell the other, even if his wording wasn't the best. A tongue peeked out between Yoo Joonghyuk's lips to wet them. 

"I believe you. I also...want this."

Kim Dokja could feel himself relax at those words, the tension he didn't know he had gone from his bodu. With a soft smile, he kissed the other man's forehead, pressing them together. It was sweaty, but it was nice. 

"Good. Because I want to do it. It's either that or I'm giving you head," Kim Dokja said, winking playfully to hopefully up the sour mood. 

He's given Yoo Joonghyuk head before, though he could count the number of times on one hand. Still, he had done it. If it was for him to choose, he would have done it more often, as the look of pleasure he could get glimpses of was too tasty on his boyfriend's face. 

But, he wasn't upset. He understood why Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't the most comfortable doing that and he respected his boundaries. Frowning softly to hide a smile, Yoo Joonghyuk huffed. 

"I'll get the strap."

Nodding, Kim Dokja let go of him, watching him get off the bed and go to their dresser. Opening a drawer, his boyfriend shuffled around for a moment before taking out a very familiar looking object. Biting his lip, the reader felt his dick twitch at the mere sight of it. 

Walking back to their bed, Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed the bottle of lube off the bed, opening to squirt some on the inner side of the strap-on. Watching intently, Kim Dokja remembered they had picked out a double sided strap-on with the dildo being curved for prostate stimulation and the inner curving for g-spot. 

The only reason Yoo Joonghyuk relented into agreeing with that one because Kim Dokja begged down to Earth's core. Can you blame him? He wanted his boyfriend to feel good too. 

Gently, the taller inserted the now lubed part inside himself, grunting. 

"All good?" Kim Dokja nervously checked. 

They've never used it before, and he didn't want it to hurt or be uncomfortable for the other man. 

"Cold," was all that Yoo Joonghyuk said as he grabbed hold of the hanging straps. 

Fastening the leather straps around his waist, he fixed it around until it felt good inside him, the tan dildo wobbling up and down in the process. Kim Dokja couldn't help the excitement crawling across his skin, making it very apparent he wanted this. It felt like the dildo was trying to seduce him, bobbing around like that. 

Happy with the comfortableness, his boyfriend decided to climb onto the bed, spreading Kim Dokja's legs wider so he could nestle in between them. Standing on his knees, he grabbed the discarded lube, popping it open again to drench his hand in it. Grabbing hold of the dildo, he stroked it to cover it evenly. 

Gulping, Kim Dokja watched the display with wide eyes. His own dick was leaking a steady stream against his stomach. ...It was a lot more nerve racking to actually do this compared to fantasising about it. 

Happy with the coverage, Yoo Joonghyuk inched closer, taking hold of his left thigh and guiding the dildo towards his hole. 

The dildo, roughly around the same size as Kim Dokja, if not a little bigger and definitely a lot more thicker, was practically the exact colour of Yoo Joonghyuk's skin. It was a little darker shade and looked very realistic, it matched him so well. After all, he did pick it out himself. 

While he wasn't gonna think that the dildo was his boyfriend's actual dick, he still didn't wanna get fucked with a textureless bright purple dildo. At least it would be a little more romantic this way. The surprisingly warm and slick head pressed against his rim.

In anticipation, Kim Dokja grabbed the other and pulled him down to wrap his arms around his shoulders, taking a stuttering breath. It was so exciting...

"S-stop teasing and put it in."

With a small scoff, Yoo Joonghyuk kissed his cheek. And surely enough, the head pushed forward, parting his rim. Gasping, Kim Dokja clenched his teeth together. Fuck, it felt so much bigger than it looks, the fingers couldn't compare to this.

A hand came to caress his jaw, pushing a thumb in to part his teeth. A suppressed moan pushed out of his throat from the gentle touch, accompanied by the head of the dildo finally popping. 

"Shit— Ahng..." 

Cursing softly, Kim Dokja held his boyfriend close, breathing deeply as the other man pushed forward. 

"You're doing so good," Yoo Joonghyuk groaned, his right hand moving to wrap around the reader's dick. 

As he massaged the shaft, he slowly but surely did little back snd forth movements until his hips were flush against the back of Kim Dokja's thighs. Letting out a strangled moan, the older panted. 

"I'm— gonna start thrusting," the protagonist warned, thumbing his tip and tightening his hold on his thigh. 

As Kim Dokja opened his mouth to respond, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out until the head of the dildo remained inside and thrusted it back all in at once. Choking on air, the former's eyes rolled back, nails digging into the latter's shoulders. 

"Holy shi—"

Cut off by another thrust, he didn't even bother to close his mouth, letting the wanton moan slip out freely. Yoo Joonghyuk made careful yet a little rough thrusts, as if tasting how it felt to do this. It was their first time, so he wasn't surprised. 

Gently, Kim Dokja wrapped legs around the taller's waist, pulling him closer by the hold. Yoo Joonghyuk moved, rubbing their noses together as he gripped the former's waist in return with his hands.

"Tell me if it's too much," he said, face looking so incredibly hot as if he was pulled straight out of a wet dream. 

Murmuring a yes, the reader kissed him. As Yoo Joonghyuk reciprocated the kiss, he started earnestly fucking him, setting a fast speed almost immediately. Each delicious thrust in made Kim Dokja clench down on the dildo, memorising the shape both with his mind and body. 

Fucking him fast and deep, Kim Dokja couldn't stop whining and gasping. It felt so good, to be filled up completely. He swore he could feel the dick in his throat, the air getting punched out of his lungs with each earth shattering thrust. 

Snapping his hips forward, Yoo Joonghyuk massaged his thigh, opting to let go of his dick to brace himself against the sheets as he kissed Kim Dokja all over his face. Said man choked when the dildo finally pushes against his prostate, his hands raking across his companion's back.

Tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, he couldn't find it in him to care about. How could he, when he all he could think about was his lover fucking him and how perfectly he filled him up. It pushed against his sensitive walls, pulling out groans when it rubbed at places Kim Dokja had never found or reached. 

Hands desperately pulling at his lover's back, scratching and digging into his skin, he was beyond satisfied. Each smack of his boyfriend's hips against his echoed through their bedroom, making his ears burn from embarrassment and arousal. The bed creaked quietly with the rhythm of their fucking, a thump coming every now and again when Yoo Joonghyuk thrusted a bit too harshly. 

Mewls left his lips unbidden when the head of the dildo thrusted into his prostate with each hard yet loving thrust, so beautifully followed by Yoo Joonghyuk's grunts and groans.

Like drowning in a sea of pleasure, it was all too much for him. The heights of pleasure he's never felt, drumming through his head as sparks ignited up his spine. The gathered tears flowed down his flushed cheeks, licked up by Yoo Joonghyuk, his tongue coming out between his red and kiss swollen lips. 

"I'm— Hngg, ahh... Yes, ungh— Joonghyuk-ah please, ugh."

Panting wetly, Kim Dokja pushed his heel into the low of Yoo Joonghyuk's back, desperately meeting his thrusts with his own. His hips did shaky circles, his dick achingly hard and red. He could feel it twitch when the latter fucked into his prostate, bringing him closer and closer to his climax. 

Like a mantra, Yoo Joonghyuk's name fell from his lips over and over as the sweet edge of the promised orgasm coursed through his veins. Holding his lover closer, he groaned loudly, the sound almost foreign to himself. The former's own hips started stuttering, thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming sloppy. 

Fuck, they were both so close. Letting go of his shoulders, Kim Dokja yanked his companion into a deep and messy kiss, eating his mouth like his life depended on it. As they made sweet noises into each other's mouths, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away just for a second. 

"S' close—" he muttered hazily before crashing their lips together. 

Humming a broken agreement, Kim Dokja felt his heart soar at the knowledge that they were gonna cum together. For the first time they were reaching their peak together so intimately, the thought alone made him scared his heart was gonna go into failure. 

A few more sharp thrusts with loud slaps of their skins and his eyes rolled to the back to his head as he reached his peak, cumming. Aftershocks wrecked his body as he felt Yoo Joonghyuk shake above him, moaning tightly. Everything felt hot, the air almost heard to breathe. 

The other man shifted slightly, pulling out of him before sighing, sounding so satisfied. With quivering arms, Kim Dokja pulled his companion down to lay on him. Wrapping his arms around his large figure, he could feel the other tremble on top of him, gasping in breaths. 

It really... God, they're definitely doing this again. He could swear his vision whitened out when he came and he's never felt this good and satisfied. 

"Wow I— How have we never done this before, this felt so fucking good..." he panted out, sweat clinging to his body. 

A rumbling hum was the answer he got, followed by Yoo Joonghyuk nuzzling his cheek against his chest. How cute, his boyfriend was so amazing.

"...I love you," Kim Dokja whispers quietly between his panting, a happy smile on his lips. 

He hadn't exactly meant to say that out loud, but nonetheless, it was true. Yoo Joonghyuk looked up at him, a soft smile forming on his lips. It was a stunning sight, something Kim Dokja wished he could carve into his eyelids. 

"I love you too."

Warmth squeezed his heart at that moment. Gently, he guides his hands to his neck, fiddling with the hairs on his nape. He could never ask for anything more when he had the whole universe in his arms. Yoo Joonghyuk shifted his head slightly, placing a tender kiss to his pec. A soft chuckle bubbled up in Kim Dokja's throat. 

"...I really don't have the strength for a shower."

"Bath?" Yoo Joonghyuk suggested quietly. 

"Mn, sounds good."

.

Fitting on a shirt, Kim Dokja stretched. His back ached slightly, even though his boyfriend made sure to put medicine. 

...He didn't wanna think back to Yoo Joonghyuk between his thighs, that serious expression on his face as Kim Dokja had to fight the urge to pop a boner. Embarrassing was a little underwhelming to describe the situation. 

Combing out his hair, he sprayed some cologne onto himself. A few hickeys peeked out from the collar of the shirt, a lovely view to see. A strange warmth flooded his heart whenever he thought back to yesterday. Who thought after a whole apocalypse, he'd lose his virginity in his thirties. 

Shaking his head, he turned around to go kiss his boyfriend—soon to be husband, because no way will he be waiting any longer—only to stop. Yoo Joonghyuk was in front of the mirror, back turned to it as he reeled over his shoulder, admiring the scratch marks on his back. 

With a teasing yet shy smirk, Kim Dokja whistled. 

"Enjoy it that much? I told you scars looked good on you. I can leave a lot more," he teased, watching as the other huffed, face turning a light shade of pink. 

His lovely companion.