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Evening was drawing in when Dejun finally caught the last bus home. He loved his job at the company he had fought so hard to get, but sometimes it was too much for him.Don't judge him. Dejun always arrived early and finished his duties with enough time to spare for other colleagues to ask for his help. He does his job excellently, but it never seems to be enough. His boss had been taking a heavy toll on him over the last few days, and his headaches during working hours had become so frequent that he was coming home exhausted.His eyes watered, he sighed heavily and felt like an idiot for almost crying with frustration on the almost empty bus. Dejun hardly ever cried, especially in public. He felt weak every time he let tears escape, knowing that whoever was watching would be thinking the same thing about himself.Every time this happened, Dejun remembered his boyfriend's loving words saying that it was okay to cry, wiping away his tears while affirming how strong he was for dealing with everyday things.And as if the universe was playing a trick on him, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket with the familiar cute notification ringtone that Guanheng had chosen for himself.*Hey, baby!**How is work going?**Miss you**I've prepared something for dinner, so trust my cooking skills!**You must be on your way home, I'll stop texting so much...**Arrive safely!**Love you~*That was enough to make tears run down of his face and he smile at the cell phone with the countless messages Guanheng sent him throughout the day. That’s what makes him feel special. All the affection and care that is deposited on Dejun.He hung up the phone and put it back on his pocket as he wiped his wet cheeks with a silly smile on his face. Almost forgetting how difficult the day had been after reading Guanheng's messages.Knowing that no matter how bad his day had been there would always be someone at home waiting for him with open arms it’s definitely a privilege.
Dejun felt special.
It didn't take him long to get home, unlocking the door and leaving his shoes next to Guanheng's, who had arrived hours earlier. It wasn't surprising that he hadn't heard him arrive; Guanheng spendshis time playing games or watching on the computer while Dejun don’t get home. Sometimes Dejun would even join him and they would both eat together watching whatever Guanheng put on the TV, even if they spent more time talking than actually watching.When he opened the door to their shared room, he saw exactly what he had been expecting; Guanheng wearing a pink unicorn headset (a gift from Dejun that Guanheng loved, by the way) watching an anime that he couldn't identify.It seems that Guanheng didn't realize that Dejun had arrived until he threw his backpack on the floor and lay down on the couple’s bed, sighing as he stretched his back."Baby?" Guanheng paused the anime and took out his earphone, turning in his chair to see his boyfriend lying there with his eyes closed, but muttering in response."I didn't hear you come in" Guanheng quickly jumped out of the chair and threw himself on the bed next to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and sinking his face into the curve of Dejun's neck, feeling the remnants of the lotion he applied before work mixed with his natural smell, which Guanheng thought was better than any expensive perfume.Noticing that Dejun was very quiet, Guanheng propped himself up on his elbows and watched his boyfriend's face. His eyes closed but he wasn't sleeping."Dejunnie..." Guanheng began, hearing another grumble from Dejun that he was listening “Are you fine?"Dejun took a while to answer, he didn't want to leave an uncomfortable atmosphere. Besides, this was his shit. Guanheng had nothing to do with it. But then he remembered when, after a silly argument, Guanheng had made Dejun promise to tell him if something was bothering him. That he didn't have to deal with everything alone, he had someone willing to hold him up if he fell. So he decided to be honest.Then Dejun opened his eyes to see Guanheng, who was watching him intently. His hair was longer than usual, falling over his eyes. His face washed while he wears one of his favorite sweatshirts. He looked good like that, Dejun thought."Tough day..." He replied with a sad smile, looking away because he felt he might cry again "I don't know if I'm suited to this job"Guanheng immediately got up to take a closer look at Dejun from above, searching for his eyes which were still looking down. Guanheng took Dejun's hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a kiss on his knuckles and a caress that made Dejun return to eye contact."Don't say that, it was just a hard day” He smiled at him, trying to comfort his boyfriend "You worked hard to get this job, don't let one bad day get you down. You're so talented, Dejun"Dejun blushed at the compliment. Living with Guanheng means that you'll receive a lot of them during the day, but Dejun never gets used to it. Every word of support from his boyfriend meant a lot. Guanheng knows how to say exactly what Dejun need to hear."I love you" Dejun said, bringing Guanheng's hand which he had previously held to his own lips, repeating his action "Have I told you that?"Guanheng smiled with his teeth, blushing a little too. It’s not the first time they affirmed their feelings for each other. They had done it for the first time two years ago when they realized that things were getting really serious. It wasn't often that Dejun expresshis feelings like this without a curtain covering him, usually Guanheng took the iniciative. That's why moments like this were so valuable."You did" He brushed away the unruly strands of Dejun's freshly cut bangs, pausing to squeeze his nose affectionately "But every time is like the first"Dejun smiled back at Guanheng's statement and pulled him into a delicate kiss, just the touch of lips. Dejun's hand ended up on the back of Guanheng's neck almost automatically, stroking the latter's hair as the kiss deepened at a pleasant speed.Guanheng settled down better on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he continued to kiss Dejun, who asked for permission with his tongue that was taken in with pleasure. Guanheng loves these intimate moments with his boyfriend, affectionate words and gestures of love shared when they are alone. He couldn't ask for anything more than that.He let out a surprised groan when Dejun switched their positions without breaking the kiss, practically sitting on Guanheng’s lap. “D-Dejun” he tried to call out, receiving a muffled hum from his boyfriend, who was trailing kisses down his neck. “What are you doing?”Dejun paused his kisses and looked at his boyfriend a little embarrassed “Too fast?”Guanheng smiled at him, shaking his head “That’s not it” he said, adjusting his position as he sat up as much as he could on the bed. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. You seem tired.”And he was. Dejun was so exhausted that he could probably fall asleep standing up if he had to. But something about Guanheng kept him awake, quickly replenishing his energy. “I’m fine…” he replied, avoiding his gaze, biting his lip, and lowering his head with a heavy sigh. “I just want you.”Surprised by his response, Guanheng switched their positions once again and hovered over Dejun, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “In that case, let me take care of you.”Dejun let out a moan as Guanheng trailed wet kisses along his neck while unbuttoning his shirt. Once he reached the last button, Guanheng loosened his tie and removed it along with the shirt, leaving Dejun’s upper body completely exposed.It’s incredible how Guanheng’s demeanor changes entirely when hes aroused. His eyes, usually bright and playful, turned into dark orbs, watching Dejun like a predator eyeing its prey. Dejun felt small next to him, vulnerable, even though their height difference was almost unnoticeable.Guanheng’s kisses slowly traveled down to Dejun’s chest, causing him to moan and grab his boyfriend’s hair as Guanheng’s warm tongue teased his nipple.Guanheng paused and pinned Dejun’s hands above his head, immobilizing him. “I told you I’d take care of you, don’t rush” he said pressing a soft kiss to Dejun’s cheek before returning to place kisses and gentle bites on his chest.Dejun was already a mess. His hair was sprawled across the pillow as he called out for Guanheng, who pulled back just enough to admire his latest masterpiece: Dejun, panting heavily. His chest adorned with purplish marks and his nipples glistening with saliva.Guanheng loves how sensitive Dejun could be, responding to every touch and accepting everything he gave. He felt lucky to be the only one who could see Dejun like this, the only one who could cause this reaction of him.He released his boyfriend’s wrists to unbutton his pants, lowering the zipper and sliding them off along with his underwear. Dejun shivered at the sudden exposure, the cold hitting him hard even with the windows shut. Warmth quickly returned as Guanheng resumed kissing him with hunger, leaving Dejun’s cock dripping with arousal, painfully neglected.As much as Dejun loved the way his boyfriend took his time in bed, Guanheng was being unbearably slow this time. Taking advantage of how focused Guanheng was on exploring his mouth with his tongue, Dejun let one of his hands wander down to his aching length, managing only two strokes before Guanheng pulled away and pinned his wrists again—this time, with a bit more force.“What did I tell you?” Guanheng asked, tightening his grip on Dejun’s wrists. His gaze was sharp, fake irritation in his eyes. “If you keep this up, I’ll have to tie you up.”Guanheng didn’t know it, but that lit a spark in Dejun’s mind. They had never tried anything outside of the usual in bed—at most, a few playful spanks and a vibrator Dejun had bought to surprise Guanheng. But now, curiosity crept into Dejun’s thoughts. Being taken by Guanheng without being able to touch himself or his boyfriend didn’t seem like a bad idea at all.“Then… you’d better do it.”Any other time, Guanheng might’ve thought Dejun was bluffing, teasing him to see his reaction. But there was something different in Dejun’s eyes now—those orbs shining with desire, his beautifully thick eyebrows slightly furrowed. He want this. And who is Guanheng to deny?Guanheng smirked, stealing a quick kiss from Dejun before pulling back, searching the bed and then the nightstand. He returned with a bottle of lube and Dejun’s tie in hand.“So, my baby wants to be tied up. How interesting” Guanheng said, stretching out the tie before carefully binding Dejun’s wrists together with a snug knot, making sure it wasn’t too tight to hurt him. Dejun bit his lip at Guanheng’s words, trying to move his hands without success, only to receive his boyfriend’s disapproving look.Guanheng chose to ignore it and let his kisses trail back down Dejun’s body, taking his time with every inch of skin before him. Dejun shivered and thrust his hips upward when he felt Guanheng’s warm breath far too close to his cock, cursing softly as Guanheng wrapped a hand around him.“Why so quiet, darling?” Guanheng asked, stroking him slowly, his tip glistening with excitement. “You love to talk.”Dejun tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, murmuring a loud enough “Idiot” for Guanheng to hear. It was only when he felt Guanheng’s warm, soft tongue on his tip that Dejun’s head snapped back up, his hands instinctively trying to stop him—though clearly failing.“G-Guanheng, no, wait!”Guanheng simply pulled his tongue back and looked at Dejun with curiosity. “What?”“I haven’t showered yet…” Dejun admitted, embarrassed. Guanheng had already said he didn’t care about things like that, but it was still a minor hurdle for Dejun. “You don’t have to do this.”“I don’t have to,” Guanheng agreed, a familiar smile spreading across his face before he gave Dejun another long, deliberate lick. “But I want to.”Dejun trembled under Guanheng’s touch, who focused on leaving wet kisses and licks where Dejun’s arousal spilled, but never giving him more than that. Guanheng could be such a teasing bastard sometimes, and Dejun was starting to lose his patience.“Guanheng,” Dejun called, immediately gaining Guanheng’s full attention as he paused his teasing. “Hurry up, please.”Guanheng smiled and leaned up just enough to kiss Dejun. Still with their mouths connected, he grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers and warming it before bringing them to Dejun’s entrance.The intrusion was smooth, seemingly painless. Until Guanheng slipped a second finger that made Dejun moaned something that sounded like a curse, his hips pushing toward Guanheng, who held him in place.“G-Guanheng…” he called again, impatience evident in his voice. “I’m ready, just do it already.”“Do what?”Dejun rolled his eyes, steadying his breathing and swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth. Guanheng knew exactly what he wanted, of course he did. But he loved hearing Dejun begging, loved seeing him cry for his cock.“You said you’d make me feel good.”Dejun’s voice cracked so badly that Guanheng felt weak, defeated. His eyes were shining (from both arousal and the earlier crying session), and his brows furrowed like a puppy begging for its favorite treat.Dejun was right, Guanheng thought. He was going to make his boyfriend feel good. But he still wanted to hear it.“You just have to say it, darling.”“Idiot…”Dejun knew exactly what Guanheng was doing—like the good tease they both knew he was. The problem was, Dejun wasn’t in the mood for games or even for being a little bratty in this situation. So, as much as he hated losing, he decided to give in.“I want you to fuck me properly with your cock, Guanheng. Please.”Guanheng grinned wide, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.“As you wish.”A complaint escaped Dejun’s lips when Guanheng pulled away, removing his fingers and standing at the edge of the bed just to strip off the clothes that had been suffocating him since this began.Guanheng fell back over Dejun, stretching toward the headboard to grab a condom, only to be stopped by Dejun, who hooked his legs around him.“We don’t need that.”Guanheng frowned, looking at his boyfriend who was biting his lip, gauging his reaction. They keep their tests up to date, and, of course, neither of them saw anyone else (not to mention that unprotected sex wasn’t exactly new to them). But Dejun definitely hate the mess afterward. And being the good boyfriend that he was, Guanheng always did his best to help clean up, but it was still uncomfortable. So they had come to a silent agreement about it.“We don’t… but you hate the mess it makes afterward and—”“Guanheng,” Dejun interrupted, letting his arms fall to rest, already aching from being held up for so long. “I want to feel you. So please, let’s not use it today.”If there was any part of Guanheng’s body that wasn’t already burning for Dejun, it caught fire at that exact moment. He had to take a deep breath and collect his thoughts before continuing, visibly shaken.“You’re going to be the death of me.”Dejun smiled, pulling Guanheng closer with his legs, their cocks brushing against each other in a way that drew sighs from both of them. Guanheng wouldn’t lie—he was just as desperate. The smallest contact with Dejun left him burning for more. He often joked that every time they had sex, it felt like the first, filled with the same urgency and clumsiness. He felt like a virgin discovering that life was so much more than just playing League of Legends and staying up all night watching anime.Guanheng reached for the lube again, pouring a generous amount onto his cock and brushing it against Dejun’s entrance. Dejun closed his eyes in anticipation.Guanheng entered carefully, ensuring it wouldn’t hurt his boyfriend. Slowly, he allowed himself to sink deeper until more than half was inside, while Dejun clenched his hands into fists to cope with the discomfort. Noticing this, Guanheng grabbed Dejun’s arms and pinned them back above his head, leaning down to capture his lips.The kiss was messy—Guanheng too slow, Dejun too fast, biting at Guanheng’s lips every chance he got.It didn’t take long for Guanheng to be fully inside Dejun, remaining almost still to let him adjust.“Fuck, Dejun. So tight…” Guanheng broke the kiss to say, his lips tingling from Dejun’s biting. “You’re squeezing the hell out of my cock.”Dejun moaned at that, spreading his legs wider to accommodate Guanheng better.“I’m fine. You can move now.”“Are you sure?”“Absolutely.”With his eyes locked on his boyfriend’s face, carefully watching every expression, Guanheng began to move experimentally. They usually spent more time on foreplay, but Dejun’s urgency had sped things up this time, so Guanheng knew he had to be more cautious than usual.Dejun’s eyes gave away just how good he was feeling, the initial discomfort of stretching melting into pleasure in the most delicious way. Guanheng gradually picked up his pace as Dejun moaned, pulling him closer with his legs, as if trying to merge their bodies. It’s endearing how Dejun always craved as much closeness as possible during moments like these, so needy and vulnerable.And Guanheng held him, as he always did. He intensified his thrusts until Dejun cried out, pulling at his arms in an attempt to cling to him. Guanheng, however, maintained his precise rhythm, driving Dejun’s body to its boiling point while burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck, whispering gentle words he knew Dejun loved to hear.“You’re doing so well, baby. So good for me.”Dejun couldn’t respond. He didn’t even try, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of having Guanheng like this—so maddeningly good. Hitting all the right spots with a precision that Dejun admired, almost as if he’d studied every inch of his body.Guanheng noticed Dejun was getting close when his thighs began to tremble and his already furrowed brows creased even deeper. His cheeks flushed slightly as his orgasm approached, making him look utterly adorable.“G-Guanheng, damn…” Dejun whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.“Hmm? What is it?”“Close, so close—ah…”Guanheng chuckled at Dejun’s struggle to balance breathing and speaking, leaning in to nip at his earlobe.“Me too, me too. Let’s finish together, alright?”Dejun barely had time to nod before practically screaming as Guanheng wrapped his hand around his neglected cock, synchronizing his strokes with his thrusts and shattering any semblance of composure left in the room. Dejun bit his bottom lip in a futile attempt to stifle his moans, but Guanheng was quicker, capturing his lips in a kiss and swallowing every sound.It only took a few more thrusts before Dejun spilled over his own abdomen and Guanheng’s hand, panting heavily as his legs trembled around his boyfriend. The tight clench of Dejun’s body and his post-orgasm spasms sent Guanheng over the edge moments later, releasing long jets inside Dejun, who whimpered at the high sensitivity.Guanheng rested his forehead against Dejun’s for a moment as they both worked to steady their breathing. It was a small ritual of theirs, something they considered special.A few minutes passed before Guanheng felt Dejun stir beneath him, lifting his head to get a better look when Dejun softly called him.“Guanheng.”“Yes?”“My arms.”“What about them?”“I can’t feel them.”“Oh, right.”Guanheng remembered the restraint and quickly worked to undo the knot around Dejun’s wrists, gently resting his arms down and softly stroking the area.“Feel better?”“Yes, thank you for that… I think I just needed to clear my head a bit. Sorry if I seemed, you know, desperate.”Guanheng smiled, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from Dejun’s forehead and taking the opportunity to caress his cheek.“I was actually asking about your arms, but it’s good to know my boyfriend is satisfied. Count on me whenever you need to clear your head…”Dejun rolled his eyes and gave Guanheng a light shove on the shoulder, who laughed as Dejun winced from the soreness in his arms.“Idiot…”“I love you too.”Guanheng grinned, stealing a kiss from Dejun before he could react, enjoying how his boyfriend’s slightly annoyed expression slowly melted into a small smile.“I feel sticky.”“I told you it would be like this, but you were so desperate!”“Guanheng! Shut up and just take me to the bathroom…”“Yes, sir!”