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In the wee hours of Saturday morning when the moon was peeping in through the gap in the curtains, there was little sound to be heard other than the rustle of trees in the wind or the occasional hoot of a thoughtful owl. In the dark bedroom decorated ornately in French antiques and polished dark wood panels decorated minimally minus a rather luxury four poster bed that housed at present the slumbering figures curled up in a duvet and a blanket with several pillows littering the space. Kim GaOn liked a good cold pillow but nothing quite beat laying on his boyfriend’s bare chest and dozing off listening to his heartbeat. The boyfriend in question - who adamantly and joking refused to be called boyfriend and preferred partner.
YoHan was only half asleep despite his eyes being closed as his mind a little too active and overstimulated - absentmindedly he stroked GaOn’s bare shoulders as he slept with his breathing rather comforting to listen to in the silence as YoHan’s mind ventured back to their many dalliances over the months and how they had settled into their new found relationship. GaOn was a stubborn sort knowing what was best for himself better than anyone unless it was YoHan occasionally and still had a habit of jumping to conclusions in both working and personal life. GaOn worked as a human rights lawyer for a Non-Government organisation.
YoHan could have returned to practicing himself had ventured into teaching instead as he had become somewhat jaded with it all after the events of the being a televised judge. He’d wait a while before returning to Korea and settled in Busan with a secluded home in the hillside that overlooked the sea down below.
Elijah was studying at University College Oxford of her own choosing over going to Stanford University, and there were occasions YoHan would take trips down to see her and how she was getting on. They had not yet told her about their relationship though they hadn’t hidden the fact they were living together again or seemed to be with each other most of the time. GaOn figured they should tell her at some point though the idea didn’t fill him with joy of disclosing her uncle’s bizarre love life. He dwelled back to the past conversations they had had over the subject during dinner one evening.
“Because you’re dating a man or?” GaOn had asked when they brought up the subject over dinner a few days back.
“She doesn’t care about that,” YoHan reassured him. “It’s that it’s you, being like brother to her and the other factor…”
“I look like Isaac?”
“Mmhm,” YoHan nodded and then downed the remaining traces of his red wine, smacked his lips and placed the glass on the table. “Imagine the impression it gives, like we’re living in an episode of House of The Dragon.”
“We are not related though,”
“True, and you’re not really like my half brother - he was far less troublesome and I didn’t have romantic feelings for him.”
“You wouldn’t be as rough with him," he pointed out carefully.
“Never, but then again he didn’t punch me in the face, try to stab me or accuse me of committing murder …twice.” YoHan said with a chuckle and he poured himself out a little more wine.
GaOn held his hands up and nodded before adding: “You do like to choke me though,”
YoHan sighed heavily, and leaned back in his chair. “Also a red flag, and now you ask me to during our intimate moments,”
Kim GaOn flushed a shade of pale pink and cleared his throat, turning to his glass of lime flavoured water and downing it in one. “We’re a bit of a mess aren’t we?”
YoHan shrugged. “We’re each others’ mess, and it doesn’t stop me from loving yo...“ he caught himself mid sentence and coughed loudly and deliberately, patting his chest. “I mean, ahem, should I clear up, hm?” He rose from the table and went to collect the dishes.
The damage had already been done by the ear to ear grin on GaOn’s face, he sprung up from the table and wrapped his arms around him from behind kissing the back of his head multiple times and making loud “mwah” noises.
“Ah sssh don’t start,” YoHan protested in the midst of placing the plates atop of each other. He managed to loosen GaOn’s grip around him and turned in his arms to face him.
GaOn grinned at him appreciatively. “I love you, too.”
YoHan would never admit it himself even under duress but he was always taken aback with joy at how things had turned out with GaOn and hearing him say those words which wasn’t infrequent but always at just the right moments. He yanked him forwards and kissed him - actions always spoke louder than words for YoHan and this was no exception, being in control somewhat until GaOn leaned into him and pushed him up against the table and moving his lips to his chin, neck and throat.
Kang YoHan’s eyes flashed open and he was back in their bedroom, the memories of their dalliances often flittered across his mind which usually left him wanting and filled with desire and after nearly a year into this it seemed he needed to control himself still. However, in some strange way they were very good together in more ways than one - Kim GaOn was affectionate and very giving in a manner that would always take him off guard for he himself could be equally as giving as he was demanding - pinning GaOn on the bed and pleasuring him to the point he could barely contain himself - he pictured GaOn sitting a top of him - the heat and the weight and the view before him enough to arouse further. There other times when he’d hitch Kim GaOn’s legs up and in his shoulders to have his way with him, there was something about missionary when it came to him that was an aphrodisiac in and of itself, the memories engulfed him and he felt the slight ache of desire but not was not the time - Kim GaOn needed to sleep and by all accounts so did he and now was not the time for a late night rendezvous or wake him up because he had daydreamed a little too hard. Kang YoHan shifted and, as gently as he could, moved his partner’s head on to the pillow without waking him before he slipped quietly as he could out of bed, stooped to pick up a pair of black pyjama bottoms, dressing gown, and his slippers off the floor and then proceeded to slip out of the door leaving it ajar.
Kang YoHan tip toed out onto the landing and down the stairs only then did he slip on his makeshift nightwear and slippers before making a beeline for the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water from the fridge. He returned to the living room area, switched on the table lamp, picked up a book he was reading from the glass coffee table and sat down on the ornate black couch, stretching out his feet and leaning back - sipping on his water and perusing the pages.
He sat there for twenty minutes until he had relaxed himself enough to consider going back up stairs until he heard a faint rustling behind him and the door open with a thump as it swung wide open and hit the wall a thud.
Kang YoHan tilted his head to the side and smiled to himself as he flicked a page of his book over as the sound of the padding of bare feet on the floor. Kim GaOn tottered over with a blanket wrapped around him and his hair a dishevelled mess over his eyes as he came and plopped down on the couch beside him - his face bore an expression of a sleepy scowl and a pout combined. He lay between YoHan’s legs as his rested his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder like a disgruntled cat and rubbed his head against him.
“Did you have another nightmare?” Kim Gaon asked sleepily as he felt an arm being put around him in a half hug.
“No, I just …couldn’t sleep,” YoHan murmured and planted a kiss on top of his head.
“Alright 여보 yeobo (honey),” GaOn murmured and closed his eyes.
Kang YoHan raised his eyebrows and smirked to himself. “Did I wake you?”
“Mm, your absence did,” GaOn said sleepily. “The bed got cold,” he added before yawning widely and settling into sleep.
“Finding it hard to sleep without me, hm?” YoHan chuckled and shook his head - knowing that since they had been together he had not had as many nightmares as before. With a sigh of contentment he went back to reading his book until eventually a wave of sleepiness came over him, too.
2
The sun peeping in through the curtains of the living room window awoke him with a warming glow. A blanket had been draped over him and a pillow slipped under his head much to Kang YoHan’s surprise. He caught the scent of cooking in the kitchen and hastily got up to his feet, yawned and stretched, folded up the blanket before shuffling off into the kitchen where the view of Kim GaOn bare back greeted him and he eyed his tattoo with the same intrigue as he had upon first seeing it. YoHan actually liked it though he wouldn’t admit that it had a sexy charm about it not that he could ever admit it to him. Kim GaOn did occasioanlly lke to tease him about getting one himself, something to remember his brother of some such, but he already had the cross bracelet which was good enough for him.
“Morning,” he said coming over and planting his lips on his shoulder. “Did you lose your shirt?”
GaOn smiled and shook his head. “I haven’t been upstairs yet,” he said in the midst of scrambling a pan of eggs.
“Oh?”
“I slept down here with you, woke up and went to make breakfast.” He said nonchalantly before adding: “Do you want some?”
“Mm,” YoHan paused to kiss him at the side of his neck and whispered with his lips dangerously close to his ear, “only if the chef is on the menu.” He smoothed over his hands over his bare chest and down his abdomen to feel the traces of his happy trail.
“YoHan…” he giggled in a gasp, for this sudden affectionate attention was not unwelcome.
“Do you know why I went downstairs last night?” His lover continued as he held him in a warm embrace.
Kim GaOn shook his head and turned off the gas cooker before leaning back into him, his eyes closed and head lolling slightly against his.
“I kept thinking about you.” YoHan’s fingers moved to the drawstring of his boyfriend’s pyjamas and pulled, loosening the knot and proceeding to slip his hand into them and follow the trail along his sensitive skin to the hem of his boxers all while he playfully kissed and licked around his ear and neck.
“All the times I’ve tasted you, been inside you, kissed you…”
He pressed himself against GaOn’s posterior and made a grinding motion against him until GaOn came to his senses just a little and made to turn around in his arms. YoHan for a brief and reluctant moment withdrew his hand from his clothes and allowed him to turn around to face him, gazing at his face intensely.
“You’re so shameless this early in the morning,” GaOn chuckled and pressed his lips to his.
“Shameless?” YoHan arched an eyebrow as though challenged and took a hold of GaOn’s hand and guided it to his crotch, placed it there to feel for a moment, letting him rub his palm against him.
Kim GaOn tutted and shook his head in sympathy. “Shameless and needing, hm?” He kissed him again. “Then, come with me,” and he took a hold of his hand and pulled him along which YoHan obliged without hesitation.
“What about breakfast?”
“Rice cooker has 10 minutes left so we have time” GaOn assured him as they began climbing up the stairs very quickly.
“10 minutes?”
“Judging by your state you won’t last very long,” GaOn said with an air of bemused satisfaction and was met with a playful nudge as they reach the top of the stairs and bounded into the bedroom where an unmade bed greeted them. YoHan unceremoniously pushed him down on his back onto the bed before removing his dressing gown and tossing it aside, dropping both his pyjama bottoms and underwear to the floor and then proceeded to crawl onto the bed. GaOn had already made fast work of his own pyjamas and was sitting up and leaning against the headboard lead, arms outstretched as they enveloped around his partner as he situated himself between his legs, kissing him fiercely. YoHan’s hand already gone down south over his sensitive region, when GaOn did the same him was met with a hiss as his fingers closed around his erection and a guttural “not there, GaOn,”
“Don’t you need release, Ahjussi, or would you prefer my mouth?” GaOn challenged with a chuckle.
“Ahjussi?" YoHan repeated in mock indignation and removed his hand, slide down and yanked at GaOn's ankles pulling him away from the headboard and to lay flat on his back.
YoHan bent down and took him into his mouth, making him moan out loud and grab onto the sheets of the bed.
It didn’t take much to get either of them going in this scenario and GaOn was already writhing in lust as he felt YoHan cease his oral stimulation over him, leaving him feeling cold without his touch.
YoHan took a moment to kiss him all the up from naive to lips, looking at his panting face with satisfaction. “I want to ride you, GaOn,”
He was met with a grin and an eager nod of excitement, watching him crawl over to the bedside cabinet, taking two of the condoms from the box and making fast work of putting it over GaOn’s member, giving the top of it a little pinch. He then placed one over his own semi-erection and rubbed at himself as he did so.
YoHan then returned to kissing GaOn’s mouth, making good use of his tongue that would teasing the tip of his own and tease his bottom. He spread his legs out a little as he straddled him, and hovered over and rubbing against at his length until gradually lowering himself down making GaOn let out a cry out pleasure and toss his head back, his fingers digging into YoHan’s thighs. He raised his hips to meet the slow rhythmic motions of his partner’s building it up slowly growing in intensity. YoHan made a motion to tug at his own length a few times, his eyes closed and his mouth agape with a satisfied smile. GaOn’s hands had now situated themselves over his backside and guiding him over his length as he rode him - the sight of him with cheeks flushed and all inhibitions gone as he lost himself to the unadulterated pleasure - GaOn could barely contain himself as he thrust up into him faster and faster, the headboard knocking against the wall and the legs of the bed creaking somewhat.
“Yes, GaOn …more, more!” YoHan panted
“I - I can’t hold it in much longer, YoHan…baby, you’re so…ah, ah…”
YoHan’s eyes flashed open and he grinned, looking down at his lover and stretched out his hand, up his chest until it met his throat and loving stroked him.
“Ngh,” GaOn panted. “Do it, please, I need you to… oh Gods above…” his hips buckled and he felt the pressure building up in his member as it was stimulated over and over again.
YoHan obliged and closed his hand gently over the sides of his throat, watching him panting and gasping to make sure he could still breath.
GaOn had already half out of his mind and moved his hand from his backside to close over YoHan’s length as it lay over his stomach and pumped it vigorously - leaving YoHan shaking atop of him, losing all control and composure.
“Ngh, GaOn let go, I want to feel you come… let go,” YoHan squeezed just a little tighter over him and felt an intense shudder and the motions of hips buckling uncontrollably as GaOn release, his head and back arching and a yell escaping his lips.
YoHan rode out his climax, feeling him shake underneath him and released his hand from his throat, bent down to kiss him and then dismounted swiftly, feeling an empty ache form inside him.
“Turn around, GaOn,” he growled and his partner looked at him, panting and sweating but he did as he was told - rolling over onto his stomach and positioning himself up on all fours. YoHan towered a lot of his, pressing chest against his back and kissed his shoulder blades before going up behind him, taking a hold of his backside and inserting himself in with an unforgiving jolt that left GaOn moaning a very long and drawn out “Oh!” YoHan spared no mercy as he pounded him, damp sweat laced skin slapping against his own and crying out his name like the mantra of a prayer.
“GaOn, GaOn-ah!”
“I’m here baby, let it out,”
“I need you, I want…I want you….to give me permission,”
“You already have it and me, YoHan….baby, oh…Gods you feel incredible… don’t stop, please harder!”
YoHan was using every ounce of his strength and willpower to keep himself from releasing, wanting the moment to go on for longer, until he could barely keep his eyes open - sweat covering his neck and chest - his hands felt hot and clammy as they held GaOn steady as he pounded him faster, until he could feel the very hilt.
“Ah, GaOn, am I a good man?”
“Yes, yes….ah sssh…” GaOn swore under his breath as he felt himself harder again. He felt his hair being yanked back and he let out a cry of unbridled joy - reaching his hand back for him and he felt YoHan’s close around it, gripping it tightly as he felt him release and shudder atop of him and he groaned loudly. It was like a domino effect as GaOn closed his eyes, unable to contain himself and he came shortly afterwards.
The pair of them collapsed onto each other, YoHan rolled onto his back beside him and gazed up at the ceiling, breathing deeply and smoothing his hand over his chest.
GaOn shifted to his side panting rapidly and for a good few minutes they lay in silence calming themselves down.
“Feeling better?” GaOn asked him and he lay a hand over YoHan’s as it rested on his chest and squeezed it gently.
“Mm,” he nodded and smiled at him lazily, feeling utterly spent.
“Good,” GaOn grinned and reached over to give him a quick kiss before getting up. “I’m going to take a shower.”
He jumped off the bed and strolled gingerly out the bedroom, void of all clothing and wandered across the hall to the bathroom - tossing the well-used condom into the small bin and turning on the water to clean himself up.
3
By the time GaOn returned fresh and clean from the shower, wearing a towel around his waist, he found YoHan lay outstretched on the bed and fast asleep.
GaOn tutted to himself as he fetched himself some clothes out of the wardrobe - dressing in a sweatshirt with a logo of planet Earth wearing sunglasses and some black jeans.
He brushed and dried his hair before crawling back onto the bed and over to the sleeping beauty, stroking his forehead and hair, leaning in and kissed him softly on the cheek.
“YoHan…” GaOn said in a warning tone of light amusement, rubbing a hand through his hair.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled and flung his arms around him in a hug, pulling him down to rest in his chest.
“Did I really wear you out that much, Ahjussi?”
“Nonsense, I wore myself out,” YoHan said with a small laugh. “Call me Ahjussi again and it’ll be round three and I won’t be so gentle.”
Kim GaOn grinned and peppered him with kisses over his cheek and lips. “Is that a promise?”
“Mm,” YoHan yawned widely and stroked his back gently, thoroughly enjoying the attention.
“I can’t have a shower if you lay on me like this, by the way,” he added and GaOn promptly moved over and helped him sit up.
“Go shower and I’ll go back to fixing up breakfast,” he said kissing him once more as though he had developed a compulsion in the midst of still being a very long honeymoon phase.
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When they did eventually have breakfast it was at noon and borderline might as well have been brunch with dishes of Gimbap, Manduguk which was a dumpling soup with beef broth veggies and eggs. YoHan presented himself at the table in a fitted jumper and black trousers - his hair tousled and with a fringe covering his forehead.
“Have you ever considered going to back to working as a judge?” Gaon asked him as he helped himself to some more soup.
“Not really, besides I doubt I’d be allowed to after everything.”
“You and I both know that isn’t true, you weren’t a hero but you weren’t a bad guy either.”
“Nobody is in reality, GaOn,”
“What about me?”
“I can’t answer that,” Kang YoHan said quickly, popping a piece of Gimbap in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully.
“Why?”
YoHan fingered his chopsticks and have him a pointed look as though to say isn’t it obvious? Kim GaOn watched him with wide curious eyes .
“I have a conflict of interest when it comes to you,”
“Oh please.”
“Kim GaOn I would burn the world down for you, in my eyes you can’t be anything other than someone I love and so I’m compromised.”
Kim GaOn nodded and took a sip of his coffee. “Then, you believe being in love stops you from seeing the good and bad in a person?”
“Why else would you be with me after everything I have done.” Kang YoHan pointed out with a shrug.
Kim GaOn raised his eyebrows and set his cup aside, pushed his chair closer to his and leaned in. “Because deep down you did the best you could in a difficult situation- granted, granted some of your methods weren’t great and some were downright unethical but…”
“You see,” Kang YoHan interrupted him, reaching over and cupping his face in his palm. “Compromised,”
“I sense you’re doing this on purpose to distract from my original question.” Kim GaOn said with a small smile.
Kang YoHan said nothing and merely gave him a peck on the lips before encouraging him to go back to his meal.
“In all seriousness I prefer teaching, for now, but who knows what the future will hold.”
“I’m with you either way,” Kim GaOn reassured him as he went back to his food. “Oh and uh, we’re having a charity fundraiser this evening at my non-profit if you’re interested in being my plus one.”
“Only if you come hiking with me after this,” Kang YoHan pointed out before bringing the bowl to his lips and downing his bowl of soup.
“Deal, oh and it’s black tie so…”
“You can borrow one of my suits, although technically they’re yours anyways,”
“Thank you, although are we really at that stage for the whole yours is mine and mine is yours thing?”
“We’re definitely there, GaOn, look at us, this is the closest you’ll get to making an honest man out of me.” Kang YoHan clarified and got up to go do the dishes, as was their routine as per depending on who cooked, though he did hire a maid that came in to do the cleaning, but they had weekends off on GaOn’s orders.
There was something to be said at the sight of his partner washing up dishes, something that YoHan secretly enjoyed though he would never admit it, like a beast having being gently domesticate slightly. Kim GaOn only rose to get ready to go for their hiking trip when YoHan had finished his chores and hopped up to go start the laundry before leaving.
"Sometimes I envy your students, having a teacher like you must be incredible," Kim GaOn mused thoughtfully.
"Well maybe you can sit in on my class one day, or consider it a new role play for us," Kang YoHan said with a wink before following him upstairs.
The End.