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He woke up gasping for air.
Despite it being the middle of winter, he was drenched in sweat, his body burning in contrast to the cool temperature of the room.
'That nightmare again?'
It has been a long time since he had one. But nevertheless, they would creep up on him from time to time.
He glanced a the digital alarm clock on the bedside table, the neon blue numbers displayed on the screen slowly coming into focus. It was 3 AM.
Almost mechanically, he reached out to the other side of the bed, his arms seeking the warm body heat... Then his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He searched with his hands frantically, but the bed was empty.
He wasn't there.
Jumping out of bed, he scanned the room –his eyes already adjusted to the darkness – but there were no signs of him anywhere.
'No. No, no, no, no!'
He felt the panic rising, his heart and lungs felt so heavy it was difficult to take a breath.
But just as he was about to dart out of the room, the door creaked open and he froze in his steps. The light of the hallway casted a halo on the slender figure standing in the doorway.
"Jonghyuk-ah? What's wrong?" He heard the soft voice ask half sleepily, with a hint of concern in his tone.
"Dokja-yah" Yoo Jonghyuk took a deep breath, and sighed in relief, his tense muscles relaxing a bit. "Ah, it's nothing."
His eyebrow twitched as he looked at Kim Dokja who was standing still, with a glass of water in his hand. He was wearing an oversized black t-shirt – his t-shirt – which contrasted perfectly with his porcelain skin. The collar slouching off his shoulder slightly, displaying two bruises, where he marked him, on the crook of his neck and collarbone, perfectly red, even in the dim light. Pale, smooth legs now moving towards him...
"Jonghyuk-ah." He said again, stepping closer to the taller man.
'He's here. Thank God.'
"I had a nightmare," he started "when I woke up you weren't in bed with me... You weren't here, and I..." His voice quavered a little at the end. He looked down at his scarred hands, which were tightly clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms.
"Hey" Kim Dokja was now in front of him, his soft hand reached up to caress his cheek. Yoo Jonghyuk shuddered at the tender touch leaning into it. He lifted his gaze, meeting Kim Dokja's eyes. He had a pained look he couldn't quite describe, and he could see the start of a tear forming in them.
"I'm right here, I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving you again, Jonghyuk-ah. I promise."
Yoo Jonghyuk felt a bit of guilt mixed with relief at that statement. Kim Dokja was well aware there was only one thing he could mean by 'nightmare'... The Dark Castle scenario... Kim Dokja dying by his lover's hand.
"Come here" said Yoo Jonghyuk, taking the glass of water from Kim Dokja's hand and placing it on the bedside table. He pulled him into a tight embrace. "I know" he said in a low voice "let's just go back to bed."
'He's here. He's mine. He's here. With me.'
He repeated the words in his head like a mantra. As if the moment he stopped thinking those words, Kim Dokja would disappear again, and he would be left alone.
He pulled Kim Dokja down with him as he laid on the soft blankets, cradling him in his arms. The physical contact reassuring him he wasn't dreaming anymore.
"I'm sorry" Kim Dokja muttered as he nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Yoo Jonghyuk didn't say anything, instead he tilted Kim Dokja's chin up, and kissed him fervently.
His hands travelled down the side of Kim Dokja's thighs, caressing them. Yoo Jonghyuk was unconsciously glaring deeply at him, a dark glint in his eyes. Kim Dokja reflexively squeezed his arm gently, his lips trembling.
“Tell me you won't leave again. That you won't leave me alone again.” His voice was deep and low.
"I won't. I promise you I won't leave again. I'll be always by your side, Jonghyuk-ah."
“Good” he said softly against his ear. Before he even noticed, a hand came up behind the nape of his neck and pulled on him, smashing their lips into another searing kiss. He could feel the desire in Kim Dokja, his want to devour him, pull him closer.
He shifted him gently to lay him on his back, he came into contact with his cool skin, contrasting with his warm, rough palm. Kim Dokja moaned as Yoo Jonghyuk's tongue swooped in, tasting every corner of his sweet mouth, tangling around his before he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting their lips.
His eyes bore into him intently. “You… do you know what you do to me?” he muttered in an aching tone.
He licked his lips and swiftly pulled the boxers and t-shirt off Kim Dokja, throwing them in a pile on the floor.
He pressed their lips together once more before he started kissing along the outline of his jaw, making his way down to his neck.
His warm hands trailed down to the other's chest, flicking and pulling lightly at the pink buds, getting harder and redder with each touch. Yoo Jonghyuk dived his head down to take in one perked nipple in his mouth, his hot tongue tracing around his areola.
"Nnnnggg" Kim Dokja moaned at the sensation, the sweet sounds sending heat currents straight to Yoo Jonghyuk's hardening member.
Kim Dokja's hands buried their fingers, carding around Yoo Jonghyuk's hair, lightly pulling at it as he continued to let breathy moans escape his lips.
Yoo Jonghyuk felt his vision blur in front of him, his hunger for him growing more intense, his ministrations beginning to get rougher by the second. He felt like he was losing control, pulling Kim Dokja's body flush against him.
He moved down from the overly sensitive nipple to bite a mark roughly near Kim Dokja's belly button, causing an electric sensation to run up both their bodies. He felt the smaller man twitch in pleasure beneath him…
“You were always in my mind…” he breathed out in that raspy low tone, planting fierce kisses in every inch of his skin, trailing from his navel down to the inside of his thighs, “Every single day we were apart has been so hard.” A gasp escaped from his lips as he continued to caress his body.
“Especially the years you were unconscious” he tells him as his mouth continues to nibble the sensitive skin, his tongue occasionally licking the red bite marks, almost in an apologetic manner. "You were right there... Yet so far away. I missed you, and I needed you."
"I'm here now" Kim Dokja replied in a barely audible whisper.
Yoo Jonghyuk slid his hands down, calloused fingers rubbing against soft skin as he trails up and down Kim Dokja's thighs. He muttered against his skin, his warm breath spreading jitters as he spreads his legs .
Kim Dokja let out a choked sob as Yoo Jonghyuk ran his tongue along the underside of his hard cock, painfully slow. He lapped at the head, tasting the saltines of his precum, and at the same time, started tracing his finger around the soft skin of his rim.
Yoo Jonghyuk felt the hold of to he hand running through his hair get tighter, as Kim Dokja's gasps and moans got louder.
He moved his hand and gently griped his thighs, spreading them further apart. His head dipped further down and he placed his tongue flat against Kim Dokja's entrance, where his finger was just a moment ago. Shocked by this, Kim Dokja squeaked and squirmed, twisting his body to break away from the overwhelming pleasure, but despite his efforts Yoo Jonghyuk didn't loosen his grip.
He pulled him down and kept him still, rubbing the pads of his thumbs in circular motions against his hips. He buried his face again between his thighs, running the tip of his hot tongue from his hole to his perineum.
“Y-Yoo Jong.. ngh!” he moaned, his cock twitching and spilling beads of precum on his belly, his whole body shivering under Yoo Jonghyuk's ministrations. His thighs reflexively clamped around his head as he felt him delve into him.
Yoo Jonghyuk groaned, sliding his hands around, forcing Kim Dokja's thighs apart with his forearms, and grasping his hips again with a tighter grip that was sure to leave hand shaped bruises.
He could feel Kim Dokja's breath turn ragged as he lied down, pulling the at sheets and biting the pillow in an attempt to muffle his sounds. His body shaking as he continued with his tongue circling gentle strokes on his rim.
Yoo Jonghyuk paused in his movements, standing up from the bed, and reaching into the drawer under the bedside lamp. Without taking his gaze off Kim Dokja's body, he pulled out a small bottle of lubricant, twisting the cap off and squirting it contents onto his fingers.
“Hurry up, you sunfish.” Kim Dokja whined, turning bright red.
“Wait a little more,” he breathed out, his now slick fingers began caressing his twitching hole, prodding gently. "And I believe you're the one that has earned that title."
Soon he pushed in a finger into the soft heat, making the other gasp and clench down at the sudden intrusion.
"Relax." Yoo Jonghyuk said with a slight smirk on his face. Thrusting in and out, one finger then became two, curling now and then, deliciously hitting that soft bundle of nerves. By the time Yoo Jonghyuk put a third finger in him, Kim Dokja was already a writhing, sobbing mess.
"Jonghyuk-ah... Nggg... P-please!"
Yoo Jonghyuk grunted at the growing sensation building inside him with every time Kim Dokja moaned his name. His throwing member getting more eager to replace his fingers in that velvet warmth.
"Ahhh.. Jo-Jonghyuk...nggg!! Ri-right th-there..." He could barely get the words out, and Yoo Jonghyuk could no longer control himself.
He pulled his fingers out with a squelching sound. He quickly got out of his own boxers, He grabbed back the bottle of lubricant and squirted some on his hard member, pumping it a few times, and pouring the rest on Kim Dokja's fluttering hole.
He grabbed Kim Dokja's thighs pushing them up further to give him better access. He aligned himself against his warm entrance, and smashed his lips on Kim Dokja's, pulling him into a heated kiss as he entered him, swallowing each other's moans.
Kim Dokja's hands flew to the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling at it lightly, pleading to push deeper into him.
'He's here. He's mine.'
Once Yoo Jonghyuk was fully sheathed in the velvet-soft warmth, he gave Kim Dokja time to adjust to his length. He could feel his walls clenching on his throbbing cock, threatening to swallow him whole. He could feel himself lose control as Kim Dokja's small huffs of breath brushed against his neck.
“Fuck.” Yoo Jonghyuk hissed as Kim Dokja wrapped his legs around his waist, grinding against him slightly, motioning for him to start moving.
He gripped his waist with his free hand, before he pulled out slowly, and with one jerk of his hips rammed deep into his already loosened walls in one swift motion. He groaned at the sensation of his insides sucking him in greedily. He began to thrust, hips pulling and pushing as he hit him in his sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy.
Kim Dokja sobbed as he clung onto him, his nails raking along his back, digging just enough to draw out blood.
It had been only a couple of hours since they last did it, but to him it still felt like it had been forever, wanting more of his body. He moved his hips in a circular motion, meeting with Kim Dokja's own movements as he sank deeper into him.
His eyes raked over his body; his lips shivered as he took in the way his skin flushed. The contrast of the angry red marks he put on his skin just moments ago, as well as the ones from their previous lovemaking. Dark, beautiful eyes staring back at him.
"What are you doing to me?" he mumbled softly into his ear as he nibbled on his earlobe.
“Jonghyuk-ah” he looked straight at him, his eyes begging. He nudged him hard with the back is heels, and Yoo Jonghyuk felt something break inside him as his desires grabbed hold of him full force. He felt himself lose consciousness for a moment before his eyes turned dark with deep desire.
He picked up his pace, ramming deeper into him.
Harder.
He could feel the smaller man's body shuddering under him with every thrust, his toes curling as he spread his legs further, giving him a better angle, his cock reaching deeper than he thought possible.
He looked down and saw a bulge in Kim Dokja's belly, consistent with each of his thrusts. His breath hitched and he suddenly felt the heat pooling deep inside him, sending shivers through his whole body.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with their moans resonated in his ears. He whispered his name over and over…
"Dokja… Kim Dokja…"
He dived down to kiss him as he let out a long and drawn out moan, relishing in the hot sweetness of his mouth. He broke away, trailing kisses down his jaw, to his neck, settling in a tender spot, biting down lightly.
His free hand gripped Kim Dokja's neglected cock, sliding up and down to the rhythm of his thrusts.
He gritted his teeth as he kept pounding against him, his hips thrusting in deeper strokes as his body shivered with the force and intense pleasure.
“Come for me” he whispered.
He gave one more deep thrust, hitting that soft bundle of nerves one more time and it sent Kim Dokja over the edge.
"Jonghyuk-ah!"
Kim Dokja cried out, thin ropes of cum splashing between their abdomens, mixing in with the slick of their sweat.
'More, just a little more.'
He wanted to swallow him whole. The heat coiling around his gut…
'You're mine, only mine…'
His voice echoed inside his thoughts as he felt his peak coming. He hugged him tighter, pounding into him as if his life depended on it…
“… Dokja…” he moaned against his ear, feeling his hot cum hitting the walls of Kim Dokja's insides.
He kept thrusting through his orgasm, until he collapsed on top of the smaller man.
Yoo Jonghyuk pulled away as he shuffled him in a more comfortable position.
'So beautiful', he thought.
"I love you, Dokja-yah" he said, a sincere smile on his face, as he kissed his forehead tenderly.
"I love you too, Jonghyuk-ah"
'He's here. He's mine. He's here. With me.'
He went to the bathroom to get a clean washcloth and warm water to clean up the mess on the bed and their bodies.
When he was done, he climbed up back in the bed and pulled Kim Dokja's body close. The latter further snuggling him tight. It was a matter of minutes before exhaustion caught up with them, and they surrendered to sleep. A feeling of peace washing over Yoo Jonghyuk as he slowly drifted off.
* * *
The alarm went off.
Yoo Jonghyuk groggily reached over to turn the annoying sound off.
It was 8 AM.
He turned to the other side of the bed, his arms seeking the warm body heat... He embraced Kim Dokja, pulling him closer. His heart was content.
"Hmmmp"
"Good morning, sleepy head" he said as he brushed Kim Dokja's messy bangs off his forehead before placing a soft kiss on it.
Kim Dokja's eyelashes fluttered lazily as he attempted to open his eyes, a big smile forming on his lips.
"Good morning" he said, turning his face closer to Yoo Jonghyuk's, pressing his lips on the other's. "What time is it?"
"It's 8am" Yoo Jonghyuk replied in a soft voice.
"Hmmm... We have to get up now." He shuffled in the sheets but still didn't really make an effort get up.
"Yeah" Yoo Jonghyuk chuckled and raised an eyebrow, taking in the sight. "C'mon, I'll make us breakfast."
"Can we have pancakes?" He asked in a chirpy tone.
"Anything you want."
He smiled brightly at the man still snuggled comfortably in bed.
'Kim Dokja Is here with me' he thought as he started making his way to the kitchen.
'He's mine. And this time, he isn't going to leave.'