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Your eyes fluttered open, a hand on your side gently shaking you awake. You yawn and stretch a bit, still lying down. Yi Sang, your boyfriend, was sitting in a chair next to your bed. He had a closed book in his hand, his thumb keeping the page. He looked at you with a bit of sorrow, a sad glint in his eye.
“Hey, you okay?” You rub your eyes and prop yourself up on your elbow. The last thing you remember was lying down after Dante had concluded work for the day; you must’ve fallen asleep.
“Yes… I just… miss you,” he sets his book on your bedside table and sheds his coat, placing it on the back of the chair. You smile at him and shift over in bed, letting him climb in next to you.
You wrap your hands around his chest as he lies down, locking your fingers together behind his back. He pulls the covers over both of you, wraps his arms around your waist, and interlocks his legs with yours, pressing a kiss to your temple. You fight against the urge to fall back asleep already, his embrace comforting and uncharacteristically warm under the thick duvet. You shift slightly, your knee grazing up his thigh. He holds you tightly, his face buried in your hair. You pull his shirt out of its place tucked into his pants, and trail your hands up his back, pressing your fingers into his cold skin.
Yi Sang whines softly at your touch, hugging you closer to him. It causes your knee to rub against his crotch, and he inhales softly. You pull your knee away quickly and look up at him. “Ah, sorry…”
He kisses your forehead, “No matter.”
He was clearly lying, as the close proximity let you feel his growing hard-on. You tap softly on his back, contemplating whether or not you should initiate for a moment. “We can, you know. If you want.”
“I don’t want to tire you out too much… you only just woke up, after all,” he brushed a piece of hair out of your face. You feel him shift away from you slightly, now lying at a bit of an awkward angle, so you can’t feel his crotch anymore.
“You wont, promise,” you take your hands out from under his shirt and loop them around his neck instead.
He smiles softly and kisses you, pressing himself against you again. You run a hand up the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair. Yi Sang rolls over and guides you to sit on his lap, straddling him.
His hands rest softly on your hips, his own gently rocking up, and his cock rubbing against you. He pulls away from the kiss and shifts up, sitting slightly. He takes off his tie and begins to unbutton his shirt, and you follow his lead, doing the same. You run your hands up his waist to his chest, his skin soft and cold under your touch. Yi Sang tugs on the waistband of your pants, his tired eyes looking up at you and pleading. You giggle and shift back off his lap, unbuttoning your pants. He took his off as well, leaving both of you in your underwear. You crawl back on top of him, tucking your arms under his body and burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“Are you getting tired?” Yi Sang asks gently, running his fingers up your back.
“Mm, no… you’re just so cold. It’s nice,” you lift your head to look at him, blinking slowly. It’s a bit of a lie, but you know a nap afterwards will feel much better.
He smiles and returns his hands to your hips, guiding them back and forth in tandem with his own movements. You moan softly, leaning down to press kisses along his shoulder. He smells like rain, the faint scent of linen from his clothes lingering on his skin as well.
His cock rubbing against you gets you so riled up, a shiver travels up your spine. Yi Sang whimpers softly under you, taking his hands off your hips and wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“Please…” he whispers in your ear, his movements becoming rushed.
You lift your head to smile and nod, pressing a kiss to his lips. You sit up and shift off of him once more to undress completely, watching Yi Sang slip off his boxers out of the corner of your eye. You reach into your bedside table to fish out a condom. You open it and roll it over his cock, jerking him off a bit to keep him hard. He reaches out for you as you position yourself on top, hovering over him. His hands wrap around your hips, his thumbs pressing into your skin. You reach to grab his cock, guiding it into you while you lower yourself onto him.
He sighs as you reach the base, his hips bucking up into you. You lean forward and place your hands on either side of Yi Sang’s head, propping yourself up. He kisses you as you grind your hips back and forth slowly, eliciting more soft whimpers from the man under you. His hips move with yours, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each buck up.
“Haah, I’m close,” he breathes out, his chest heaving from pleasure. You nod rapidly, a building pleasure preventing you from saying anything clearly.
His moans grow louder and more frequent as he curls into you, his orgasm overcoming him. Your own orgasm follows shortly after, pleasure coursing through you. You rest your forehead on his chin as it passes, breathing heavily.
Yi Sang runs his fingers up your back again, humming in between breaths. You eventually build up the energy to sit up, rolling off of him. He sits up on the edge of the bed and pulls off the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the trashcan beside your bed before lying down again. He finds your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours, turning his head to look at you.
You feel him staring and turn your head to him, smiling a little. “What?”
He shifts towards you and brings his face close to yours, whispering, “You’re so dear to me.”
You blush and giggle softly, butterflies in your stomach. You blink slowly and squeeze his hand, “You’re very dear to me, too.”
He smiles and kisses you deeply. He then gets up off the bed and starts to get dressed again.
“Where are yo going so soon?” You sit up in bed, watching him button his pants.
“They should be finishing up making dinner soon. I’ll bring you a plate,” he slips on his shirt and buttons it up, walking back over to you on the bed and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll eat with everyone,” you insist, leaning off the bed to pick up your clothes, barely getting your underwear back on before Yi Sang puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you.
“No, you should rest for a bit. We’ll have a nice dinner in here, just the two of us,” he gathers his tie and jacket in his arms.
You relent, the idea of a dinner with just him and you being much more enticing than dinner with the rest of the sinners, no matter how entertaining it could be. He leaves your room, and you notice he left his book on your bedside table, a promise to come back. Curious, you pick it up and start to read it, noticing it’s a sort of fluffy romance book, an odd sight considering his affinity for more psychological works of fiction. Seems like you’ve softened him up a bit.