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When he was younger, and still had trouble sleeping on his own, Riki remembers booking it to his parents bedroom with his plush toy and blanket tucked under his arm. He would stop at the side of their bed, the top of his head the same height as the mattress, and stand on his toes to get their attention.
His father would laugh and lean over to lift him up. His mother would make a space for him in the middle, scolding him softly for leaving his room, all while tucking him in snugly and petting his hair.
Feeling safe and warm, he would finally doze off between them and wake up in his bed the next morning.
There was a certain feeling he got when those memories crossed his mind. For a split second, he sometimes felt like he was transported through time and space, right back into his parents bed.
He could hear their hushed whispers and laughs, smell the fabric softener in their sheets, and feel the warmth that lulled him to sleep.
It used to be rare and fleeting, and only happened when he was extremely exhausted and on the verge of passing out in bed after a concert or a particularly demanding day of schedules. Recently though, that feeling occurred more and more often.
He was fairly certain it had something to do with Sunoo finally moving into his bedroom. It took a full year to convince him, because his boyfriend took his personal space very seriously, but eventually, he was swayed at the idea of going to bed together every night.
Riki cleared up some of his decor for Sunoo’s cosmetics and health supplements and Sunoo’s room was turned into their walk-in closet slash storage room. There was an adjustment period where Riki kept losing his rings and Sunoo’s bath products finished twice as fast, but they worked through their issues quickly.
Once they found their rhythm, things moved swiftly into domestic bliss. Living together unlocked pockets of time they were able to spend together. Waking up together more often, sharing a bathroom in the mornings, and that period before bed when they got to let go of the day’s worries and wind down together.
Sometimes it went in a more passionate route and sometimes it was just syrupy, sweet bliss. Tonight felt more like it was headed in the second direction.
Riki was already in bed, showered and comfortable in his boxer briefs. He ran hot, and he hated anything obstructing their skin touching when they cuddled.
Sunoo complained sometimes, but over the years, Riki discovered that if he pouted just right and stared at him imploringly, his boyfriend would give in and allow himself to be held.
He watched as Sunoo finished up his nightly skincare routine. He was almost on the last step so Riki was anxious for him to get under the covers so he could wrap his arms around him tightly.
“I’ll be there in a second,” Sunoo said, a hint of amusement shining through. “You’re burning a hole through the side of my head, baby.”
“Sorry,” Riki mumbled, turning away and staring at the foot of their bed.
Sunoo giggled.
“It’s very cute,” he said.
Riki’s face burned and he pulled out his cell phone for something to do so that he wasn’t waiting like an eager puppy. How did Sunoo still fluster him so easily after all these years?
“Aww, Riki, don’t sulk,” Sunoo called out. “Ugh, your lips are so pouty I just want to kiss you.”
Riki glared at him and turned to face the other side of the room.
“Hey, you said you would wait for me!” Sunoo complained.
Riki heard him pack away his skincare products quickly. The bed dipped beside him as Sunoo slid under the covers and hugged him around the waist.
“Rikiiiii,” Sunoo whined. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to be shy about it, I think you’re the cutest when you wait for me to get in bed.”
He bit back a smile and continued scrolling through twitter. He wasn’t really upset, but he loved when Sunoo was playful like this.
“Oh, you’re ignoring me?” he whispered in Riki’s ear, making his hand slip and hit the heart button on a Sunki fan account post. Good thing this was his private account.
Sunoo trailed feather light kisses down his neck and Riki shivered lightly under his ministrations. He could never resist his boyfriend for very long anyway, but he absolutely crumbled every time Sunoo put his lips anywhere on him.
He set his phone on the bedside table, turned over and pulled Sunoo flush against his chest. His boyfriend smiled coyly, knowing he had Riki wrapped around his finger.
God, he was so pretty. Riki brushed a few strands of hair off Sunoo’s forehead, taking the time to appreciate his honey eyes and flushed cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him senseless.
Between the two of them, Sunoo was the one who liked to kiss and suck marks onto Riki’s body more. He was risky with it too, leaving soft pinks and reds on his collarbones and neck, causing the stylist noonas’ to giggle and Riki to blush hotly as they covered them up with make-up.
Sunoo’s playful demeanor slipped and his gaze dropped down to Riki’s lips. Maybe this night was going in the first direction after all.
Sunoo was Riki’s first kiss, and he set the bar high, because no one else ever kissed him like that again. Maybe he was thinking about their first kiss too, because the way Sunoo kissed him now was oddly reminiscent of their first time.
A small peck at first, the soft press of their lips together was enough to send tingles down Riki’s entire body, anticipation for what was to come.
The next kiss was firmer, Sunoo’s hand came to rest against his jaw, angling their faces as they smooched. Riki was dazed when he pulled back.
“So handsome,” Sunoo whispered, his breath minty fresh. “So handsome and all mine. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Riki nodded eagerly, pulling him in for another kiss.
“All yours,” he mumbled against his mouth, pulling on his plump bottom and sucking the plush flesh.
Sunoo hummed as their kiss heated up, becoming messier and more desperate, the vibrations against his tongue making Riki’s boxers tent.
Fuck, Sunoo’s lips were so pretty, and they moved so fluidly against his own. He was so good at kissing that Riki often felt like a fumbling, inexperienced teen when he took the lead.
Honestly, he wasn’t certain who got off from kissing more between them. Sunoo liked using his mouth to pleasure him, but Riki had grown to love it just as much. He thought about it constantly.
Sunoo’s soft, pink lips working down his body, sucking and licking his nipples until they were red and sore, biting down his abdomen until he was littered with bruises, kissing softly down his v-line while he bucked up in desperation.
There was a reason he got the imprint of his boyfriend’s lips tattooed on his body.
To his embarrassment, Riki whined when Sunoo sucked on his tongue. Sunoo chuckled, his hands tracing down Riki’s body until he reached his target.
“Wet already?” he pulled away and asked mockingly. “You get worked up for me so easily.”
Panting slightly from the intensity of the kiss, Riki swallowed thickly. Sunoo palmed his erection slowly, nowhere near the pace Riki needed right now.
“What are you thinking about?” Sunoo asked.
“You,” Riki said. “Your mouth.”
“Oh?” Sunoo raised an eyebrow. “Want me to suck you off, baby?”
Heat flared in Riki’s abdomen. The thought of Sunoo’s head bobbing between his legs made his cock throb but that wasn’t what he wanted right now.
“I want you to kiss me again," Riki pleaded.
“Really?” Sunoo asked, his already flushed cheeks reddening even further.
“Yeah, please I - “
Sunoo pushed him onto his back and leaned over to kiss him, pressing their mouths together firmly. His tongue slipped out to lick over Riki’s lips - a request.
It was frantic and hot, tongues sliding against each other as they made out. Sunoo was biting on his lips harder than usual, his eyes dark when they were forced to pull apart for air.
Riki knew that his boyfriend liked kissing, and he did too, but something about tonight made his toes curl and his cock ache.
He gripped Sunoo by the hips and pulled him to straddle his waist, gasping into his mouth when he settled over his length, lips parting only for a second before Sunoo was licking into his mouth eagerly.
Riki’s hands roamed Sunoo’s body while they kissed, feeling up his thighs and slipping under his loose shorts to squeeze his plump cheeks. Sunoo let out a broken noise and Riki took the chance to raise his head and take control.
The room was silent except for the sounds of them swapping spit, clacking teeth followed by soft laughter and muffled moans slipping from their swollen lips.
Sunoo rolled his hips, dragging his hardened length over Riki’s, causing him to curse under his breath and grip his ass so tightly it made Sunoo whimper.
“Fuck - what - ?” Riki’s words were cut off when Sunoo ground down against him again.
He pecked his lips gently, then moved down his neck, sucking harshly and no doubt leaving bright red marks that and get them both in trouble.
Normally, Sunoo would limit himself, but this time he wasn’t holding back, sinking his teeth into the juncture between Riki’s neck and shoulder, grinding harder against him when he hissed in pain.
He lapped over the bite with his tongue soothingly, elbows resting on either side of Riki’s neck, head dropping lower to seal his mouth over the sensitive skin around his collarbone.
Riki raised his hips to meet Sunoo halfway, hyper aware of the damp stickiness between them. The friction was incredible and his cock twitched pathetically, but it was still too slow.
His orgasm was too far away. He might black out before he came at this point.
He rolled them over so that Sunoo’s back was pressed against the mattress.
“Having fun getting us in trouble, hyung?” Riki asked, referring to the marks on his neck and chest.
Sunoo’s lips were swollen and wet, his eyes glazed over as he examined his work. He looked like a greedy vampire who did not yet have his fill.
“Yes,” he answered cheekily.
Riki pulled down on his bottom lip with his index finger, watching in fascination as the flesh dimpled under his touch and filled out again when he let go. He rubbed the pink lip softly, distracted when Sunoo’s tongue peeked out to lick the tip.
Riki looked at him hotly, then slipped his finger inside Sunoo’s mouth. His eyes went blank, and Sunoo swallowed the length eagerly. Riki could feel his tongue swirling and fluttering around, almost as if he was too excited to stay still.
Watching Sunoo suckle on his digit was almost torturous, but it was also incredibly hot to see him clutch onto his forearm with both hands and try and swallow more than Riki was giving him.
Saliva dripped from the sides of his mouth, and Riki was starting to enter a state of delirium from how painfully hard he was.
He pulled his finger out. Sunoo whined until Riki leaned down to kiss him again, even hotter and filthier than before. It was easier to control the speed of their grinding now that he was on top. Riki forced Sunoo’s thighs open to allow him to move more freely.
He was so sexy under him, moaning into his mouth loudly and writhing, gripping onto his shoulders and digging his nails into Riki’s skin.
He liked it when Sunoo took charge, but what Riki wanted even more was to make him feel good too. He wanted Sunoo to feel just as hot and needy as he made him.
He picked up his kissing technique when Sunoo first taught him. His boyfriend was enjoying sucking Riki’s tongue into his mouth. Was this his plan all along? To mold Riki into the perfect sexual partner by teaching him how he wanted to be kissed and touched?
If so, maybe Riki should be using his mouth more.
He slowed the kiss down and tilted his head to lick the sensitive skin behind Sunoo’s ear. His boyfriend moaned, his legs moving to close together, but Riki forced them open and rubbed their cocks together harder.
He sucked Sunoo’s earlobe into his mouth and tongued the shell until he heard whimpers beneath him. He continued down his neck, biting hard and sucking bruises into his flesh.
The sounds coming out of Sunoo’s mouth were so lewd and dirty that Riki’s orgasm was approaching fast. His long drags turned into short quick humps and when he came to his senses later, he would be embarrassed that he was rutting like a dog.
But right now, he was too close to care, sucking on Sunoo’s neck with reckless abandon, who sounded like he was sobbing, nails breaking skin as he reached his release.
He moaned when he came, so loudly that someone thumped on the wall, no doubt one of their scandalized hyungs.
The knowledge that someone could hear them seemed to be his last straw, and Sunoo’s legs clamped around his waist tightly as he came, spilling in his shorts and panting from the explosion of pleasure.
Riki followed soon after, spurting hot come in his briefs and groaning low. He lay there, pleasure searing through his body, slumped over Sunoo, too spent to move. He was so relaxed from his orgasm that he probably would have fallen asleep if Sunoo didn’t start raking his nails over his back and talking.
“We have to clean up,” he said.
“Hnnnn,” Riki groaned.
“Riki!” he shook his shoulder. “The come is going to dry and - “
Riki lifted his head and raised his eyebrow.
“And we have spit all over.”
Sunoo was bright red and Riki smirked at him.
“Oh? Now you’re shy?” he asked. “What happened to that confidence from when you were mauling me?”
Sunoo refused to look at him.
“Okay, let’s clean up,” Riki kissed his cheek.
He rolled out of bed, legs trembling, and reached into one of Sunoo’s vanity drawers for a pack of wet wipes. He was about to slip back under the covers when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
“Holy shit!” he looked at his boyfriend in alarm. “You actually mauled me! I was just joking but this will take weeks to fade.”
This time, it was Sunoo’s turn to roll over and face away. Riki laughed at him and crawled onto the bed. He tugged the covers from him and cupped his chin to force him to look at him.
“You put your finger in my mouth,” Sunoo whined.
“Yeah, that was hot,” Riki said, letting go of his face and reaching to pull his shorts off. “You looked so fucked out, made me crazy.”
“I did that?” Sunoo asked shyly, gesturing to the clusters of bruises in various shades of red and pink blooming along Riki’s neck and chest.
Riki snorted as he cleaned him up.
“Pretty sure you drew blood,” Riki informed him with a smirk. “You just had your way with me with no regard for how it would look after.”
Sunoo groaned loudly and covered his face with his hands. Riki chuckled and finished cleaning him up. He pulled off his own briefs and cleaned himself while Sunoo panicked about how they would hide the marks.
“Calm down,” he said, tossing the dirty wipes into the waste bin and flopping onto the bed beside Sunoo. “Come here.”
Sunoo pouted but came closer, resting his head on Riki’s bicep and letting himself be pulled into a hug.
“I like it,” Riki whispered in his ear. “When you get like that. I like when you kiss me and leave marks. I always have.”
Sunoo peered up at his, cheeks still red.
“Me too.”
“I know,” Riki pecked his cheek. “You get shy about it though.”
“Its embarrassing,” he muttered. “Necking like teenagers.”
“Hey, watch it,” Riki said in a fake warning tone then laughed. “Oh, wait. I forgot I’m not a teen anymore.”
Sunoo giggled and pulled him closer.
“Who do you think knocked on the wall?”
“Had to be Jay hyung,” Riki answered. “He thinks he birthed and raised you and I'm defiling you. Wait til he sees what his innocent angel did to my neck - Ow! Okay, Sorry!”
They spoke for a while longer, laughing and trading stories from their day. Riki could tell that Sunoo was getting sleepy from the ways his words slurred.
Lying in bed with his lover, under the warm light from Sunoo’s desk lamp, the air thick with satiation and warmth, Riki got that feeling again. The memory of being safe and warm and loved.
“You awake?” he asked softly.
“Hmm?”
“If we had kids and they snuck out of their rooms to sleep with us, can we wait for them to fall asleep before taking them back?”
Sunoo’s eyes shot open.
“What?”
Riki paused, unsure of what he said wrong.
“Er, like if they have a nightmare and they just want to get in bed with us?””
“You think about us having kids?” Sunoo asked, eyes sparkly.
Face burning, Riki focused on the red marks on Sunoo’s neck, absently thinking how glad he was that his boyfriend hadn’t seen how many of them he left.
“Sometimes,” he mumbled. “When I think about the future I - you know.”
“Tell me,” Sunoo begged.
“When I think about the future, I think about us,” Riki admitted. “I know we’re young and it's crazy to think that far ahead. Sorry, I - “
Sunoo interrupted him with a soft kiss.
“That is so sweet,” he said, holding him close. “I love you, Riki.”
“Yeah, me too, you,” Riki mumbled into his boyfriend’s hair.
“Do you want to get some practice in?” Sunoo giggled.
“Practice?”
“Making a baby?”
Riki blinked in confusion.
“We can’t - ?“
“We can try.”
“Oh! Oh yeah I - fuck!”
Sunoo’s mouth was sealed around him before Riki could register what he was asking for. It was a first direction kind of night after all.