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Impatient. It’s the best - the only - way to accurately describe him. He’s been impatient for a while. Since plans were solidified. Since the last meeting was held. Since the penny-sized bombs were planted the night before. All morning and into the early afternoon. Even more so now. Admittedly, he enjoyed that temporarily forgotten rush of adrenaline being in the midst of action brought. The sound of gunfire and enraged screams from the guards as they took off across the small field next to the facility. His muscle memory reactivated, leading him to outrun the entire group and be the first to dive inside of the van.
He sits, now, on Chan’s left, head tilted back against the headrest. His eyes are closed as he focuses on evening out his breaths and slowing his heart. There’s an ache in his legs from running so hard but his attention is elsewhere. The name in his head plays like a mantra, a repeating, tuneless melody revolving around a single person. His fingers twitch in his lap at the thought of being so close yet so far from him.
Him. Seungkwan.
He’s surrounded by couples and his previously shrouded envy is punching through the confines of his brain. He busies himself with daydreams, lets his mind wander freely for the first time in 11 months, filled no longer with work. Seungkwan’s image, smile, voice, consume him, memories playing from the depths of his mind and easing the longing within him. Soon, he won’t have to rely on memory. Soon, his empty arms will be empty no longer. He just has to wait…
“Vernon hyung,”
Vernon snaps out of his daydream at Chan’s whisper and nudge. He acknowledges the younger with a hum, eyes still closed.
“We’re home.”
His eyes fly open and for a moment he’s confused as to why he can’t see anything but quickly realizes that they’re driving through some sort of tunnel. Vernon stares intently out of the windshield at the path lit by headlight and after a few more minutes, a garage of sorts comes into sight. A door opens as they come to a full stop and Vernon lurches in his seat at the sight of Seungkwan, catching himself. The van doors open, and he resists his sudden urge to shove everyone out of the way, his impatience reaching its peak. Soonyoung and Jihoon hurry out, the former practically being dragged. He’s amused at the contrast between their rushed steps and JunHao’s calmer manner of leaving. Dino nudges him and gestures toward the door. He’s up before he realizes it, carefully overstepping those sitting on the van floor and ducking out of the vehicle.
Not even a full second after his feet hit the ground, Vernon hears, “Nonie!” and looks up to see Seungkwan rushing toward him. He meets him halfway, sweeping Seungkwan off of his feet with ease as they spin around. They hug so tightly it’s impossible to breathe and their ribs hurt where they’re pressed together. Seungkwan clings to him even as his feet are touched back to the ground.
Vernon buries his face in the other's neck, breathing him in deeply. That familiar scent, one that can only be described as Seungkwan, fills his nose and lungs and all the residual tension in his body melts away. It takes an exorbitant amount of willpower to draw away from Seungkwan in order to look him in the eye. There are tears in the cherubic cheeked man's eyes, his brown irises shining brighter than stars in the night sky, rivaled only by his smile.
"You're back," he whispers, voice colored with a mix of awe and disbelief. "You're finally back."
"Missed you, baby," Vernon leans in until their lips brush and Seungkwan whimpers when he draws back, teasing. "Show me our room, yeah?"
Seungkwan nods, a semblance of clarity returning to his shining eyes as he turns and hurriedly leads Vernon past the dwindled group of people, the younger managing a distracted, half-assed wave to his friends as they enter the house. Vernon, unable to restrain himself any longer, plasters to Seungkwan’s back, pressed so closely he’s almost walking on the backs of his lover’s heels. On any other given day, this would irritate Seungkwan, he’d snap for Vernon to give him space but the mere thought of telling Vernon to back up after not seeing him in nearly a year makes him physically nauseous and he dismisses it before it can fully form.
They make it upstairs and to the left-wing, miraculously having not tripped over each other and Seungkwan’s feet are off the ground the moment he opens their bedroom door. He lets out a surprised squeak as he’s scooped up bridal style, Vernon kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot. He shifts most of Seungkwan’s weight to one arm so that he can lock it and the cherubic cheeked male does nothing to hide the lick of arousal that stirs low in his belly at the casual show of strength.
“Nonie,” he whines, lips jutting into another pout. “Kiss? Please? It’s been so long.”
Vernon brushes their lips but draws away once again instead of fulfilling Seungkwan’s wish. A tear escapes down his cheek as he whines again, and Vernon chases it with the tip of his tongue. “Desperate, aren’t we?”
“It’s almost been a year, Nonie, please.”
He’s carried to the bed, laid down so gently that it makes him cry more, chin wobbling as tears streak down his face. Vernon takes his time stripping him down, kissing everywhere but where he wants most. Kisses are trailed down his neck, over his collarbones, and his chest when Vernon removes his shirt. Seungkwan’s soft cries quiet into sniffles as Vernon trails kisses down his belly, pausing to nip at the skin that peeks above his jeans.
“Still as pretty as I remember, Kwan-ah,” Vernon murmurs against his hip as he slowly tugs down Seungkwan’s jeans. “Skinner though.” he lifts his head to quirk a brow at his lover. “Have you been eating properly these past months?”
Seungkwan averts his eyes and Vernon tsks, grabbing his chin. “Answer me, Kwan.”
“I have...I only forget to eat sometimes but Jihoon hyungie always makes sure I’ve put something on my stomach,” he answers in a pout. “Hate eating without you.”
Vernon sits up, reaching a hand to caress his damp cheek. “I know, baby, but that doesn’t mean you get to skip meals. But that’s something we can talk about later. I just wanna focus on you right now.”
“If you were so focused on me you would’ve kissed me by now,” the older male counters petulantly, sniffing. Vernon tosses his pants and briefs to the floor, gently grabbing Seungkwan’s thighs and pushing them apart.
“I have been kissing you,” he hums, leaning down to glide his lips over the inside of Seungkwan’s inner right thigh, smiling as it makes him shiver. “You getting greedy, baby?”
“You know what I meant,” Seungkwan’s grumbles have no effect as he moans immediately after when Vernon sucks the skin past his lips. His leg jerks involuntarily and gets pinned as one hand reaches down to grab at his boyfriend’s hair. “Nonie~”
Vernon’s trail of kisses and bites travel further inward, reaching his most intimate part. He flattens his tongue, licking a stripe over Seungkwan’s rim before pulling back to blow cool air over it. A slow smile tugs at the corners of his lips at the whimper and tightening of fingers in his hair that this action receives. “You’re so whiny, baby. How cute.”
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Seungkwan complains, throwing his head back in frustration. “It’s been so long and you’re still being so me- ah!”
He cuts himself off with a startled cry as Vernon kisses him in the most intimate of places. More tears gather in the corners of his eyes when the kisses turn sloppy and hungry as Vernon starts to eat him out, using his tongue to loosen him up. Vernon, ever the tease, alternates between stretching him open with his tongue and fingers to tracing the tip of his tongue around Seungkwan’s rim, spurred on by the whining sobs that fall from his lover’s pouted lips.
“So pretty, baby,” he coos when he comes up for air, gently fingering the smaller while pressing more kisses into his quivering thighs. Despite all the months apart, it doesn’t take long for him to find Seungkwan’s prostate which he pointedly ignores, fingers thrusting shallowly. “So pretty when you cry.”
“Mean,” Seungkwan whimpers, hands gripping and releasing the comforter between his fingers yet making no move to wipe the tears from his face. “You’re s-so mean, Nonie.”
Vernon chuckles. “Mean? How am I mean, Kwan-ah? I’m giving you all the kisses you want; didn’t make you beg for my fingers or tongue like I normally do. I’d say I’m being pretty nice.” he juts his spit-slicked lips into a faux pout.
“No~!” Seungkwan protests, another frustrated sob leaving him as Vernon withdraws his fingers, leaving him clenching around air. “You won’t kiss me where I want most.”
Teasing, Vernon nips at the juncture where his hip and leg meet, fingers tightening their hold when he squirms. “And where is that, my love?”
Barely able to form a coherent sentence, Seungkwan just taps at his lips with shaking fingers and Vernon drops his head to hide his face. He swears his heart stops beating for a few long seconds, too overwhelmed with his love for his cute boyfriend. He struggles to change his smile back into a teasing, borderline condescending smirk as he lifts his head.
“I think you’re being a little impatient, hm?”
It’s a rhetorical question. Seungkwan deflates, biting down on his bottom lip. Vernon sits up, reaching for his uniform pants. He undoes the drawstring, pushing them down along with his boxers to free his cock. This makes the sulking male perk up a bit and Vernon doesn’t pretend not to notice. “Look at you, Kwan-ah. Crying for kisses but still so eager to suck my dick. Sit up, you know what to do.”
The red on Seungkwan’s cheeks deepens as he does as told, pushing himself to sit up and crawling to his boyfriend. He glances up once for permission, taking the tip into his mouth immediately after said permission is granted with a nod. His shoulders relax, a look of content settling on his tear-stained face as he refamiliarizes himself with the taste, the feel, the smell of his lover. Vernon threads the fingers of one hand through Seungkwan’s hair, the other cupping his cheek and ever-so-gently swiping away residual tears.
“There you go, baby. Just needed something in your mouth to stop all that complaining,” Vernon hums, thrusting shallowly. “There’s my good boy, just like that, sweetheart.”
The compliments draw another whine from the cherubic-cheeked man, Vernon groaning from the vibrations around his dick. His thrusts speed up, the hand in Seungkwan’s hair holding him still as Vernon begins to fuck his throat. Seungkwan squeezes his eyes shut as tears spill from them, the lewd sounds of him whining and gagging filling the air like music to Vernon’s ears.
“So pretty when you cry for me,” he grunts. Seungkwan opens his red-rimmed eyes and his hips stutter to a stop with a gasp, still buried in his boyfriend’s throat. Vernon has to take a moment to collect himself, drawing his hips back. Seungkwan sucks in a breath once his mouth is empty, nearly choking on his own spit. “Shit, I almost came on the spot,” Vernon admits, chuckling after. “Look at what you do to me, baby, I almost didn’t last.”
Seungkwan, blotchy-cheeked and teary-eyed, smiles sweetly, leaning into the hand that pets through his hair. “Can’t cum too soon, Nonie,” he says teasingly, voice cracking from the throat-fucking. “Wanna feel it inside.”
It’s Vernon’s turn to shut his eyes, head dropping back as he groans, the sound pained. “You can’t- fuck, you can’t say that.” He wraps a hand around the base of his cock to stave off his release. “You never want it raw, are you- fuck, are you sure, Seungkwan?”
He looks at his lover and Seungkwan can see a bit of desperation in his eyes. His smile widens as he nods, slowly laying on his back and spreading his legs invitingly. “It’s been so long, Vernonie, I want it. Wanna belong to you in every way.”
“Fucking hell,” Vernon mutters beneath his breath, heart skipping a beat and cock jumping at his words. He stands from the bed to kick the uniform pants and boxers all the way off before reclaiming his position above Seungkwan, the older male immediately latching on, arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs clamped around his waist. He reaches down, rubbing two fingers over Seungkwan’s hole, pushing them inside to elicit another whine. “You want lube, baby? I know you like when it hurts sometimes.”
“This, t-this is good,” Seungkwan barely manages to answer as Vernon massages his prostate with an expert touch. His hips buck, arousal burning hot in his stomach and heart racing more as his excitement grows. Finally, he can touch his boyfriend again. Finally, he can hear his voice without the aid of a phone. Finally, he can have him in a way that he’s only been able to dream about these past months. Finally.
When Vernon starts to push in, it’s as if a weight lifts from the couple’s shoulders, everything falling back into place, into harmony, as it always should be. Seungkwan melts beneath his touch, exhaling a contented sigh. Vernon starts off with slow, long thrusts, pulling out till just the tip remains before burying himself in Seungkwan’s tight heat once more.
Seungkwan arches with a whimpered moan, going slack-jawed as Vernon’s tip grinds into his prostate. Vernon picks up the pace of his thrusts after a few moments. The slide is a bit dry at first, made a bit easier by Vernon’s spit and pre-cum. He grips Seungkwan’s hips as leverage, pulling them to meet his thrusts as he rocks into him, bodies moving in perfect tandem.
“Nonie, I’m close,” Seungkwan gasps as Vernon nips at his neck. His neglected cock bounces against his pelvis as he's fucked, pre-cum smearing from his reddened tip. “I’m gonna cum, Nonie, please~”
“Want you,” Vernon pants, his breath hot on Seungkwan’s face. “want you to cum for me twice, ok? Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”
Seungkwan whines, the thought making him flush down to his chest. “I dunno, it’s been- oh! – it’s been s-so long,” he says and Vernon tsks.
“Making excuses, baby?” he slows to a roll, thrusts turning shallow to purposely avoid stimulating the raven head who lets out a weak cry of protest. “Thought you were my good boy, huh?”
“I am,” Seungkwan wails, clutching at Vernon’s shoulders. “I am good, Nonie.”
“If you were good, you’d cum for me as many times as I asked, baby. How about this? You’ll finally get your kiss if you cum twice for me. How’s that sound, sweetheart?”
“Kisses?” Seungkwan stares up with hopeful eyes and Vernon has to keep himself from kissing him then and there. He wants to make him work for it just a little more.
“All the kisses you want,” he replies, picking up his pace once more. Seungkwan cums untouched only seconds later, a surprised scream of Vernon’s name pulling from his lungs. Vernon fucks him through it, focusing every inward thrust at Seungkwan’s prostate to milk his orgasm as much as he can.
Seungkwan writhes, blunt nails pressing crescent moons into the skin of Vernon’s shoulder blades as cum shoots up his stomach. He doesn’t get a chance to catch his breath or recover, Vernon’s hips never stilling as his boyfriend goes momentarily limp beneath him, arms falling to his sides and shallow breaths puffing from his pouty lips.
“Good boy, Kwan-ah,” Vernon coos, brushing sweaty strands of hair from Seungkwan’s forehead as he bends to kiss it, Seungkwan’s eyes briefly fluttering shut. “One more for me. I know you can do it.”
He sits up to pull Seungkwan’s legs from around his waist, hips pausing for a second as he rearranges him, moving both legs to one side of his body, turning Seungkwan on his side with his shoulders still pressed to the bed. Hooking one arm around Seungkwan’s hips, Vernon leans over him as he resumes fucking, the position allowing him to go deeper. A long, low moan pulls past Seungkwan’s parted lips. Like this, Vernon’s tip rubs against his sensitive prostate with every push, and Seungkwan can feel every ridge, every vein rubbing against his walls with every pull.
He reaches out one shaky hand and Vernon is nice enough to hold it, intertwining their fingers as he continues to pound into him. The other hand wraps around Seungkwan’s semi-flaccid cock and the raven head sobs, eyes brimming with tears. He wants to protest, say that he can’t cum again, but the promise of kisses has him biting his lip, bearing down through his oversensitivity to give his boyfriend what he wants.
A sound, guttural and deep, vibrates through Vernon’s chest at the sight of fresh tears. He strokes Seungkwan back to full hardness, his cock twitching as his lover’s cries reach his ears. “So fucking pretty, Kwan-ah, I don’t know how long I can keep holding back. You gonna cum with me? Hm? Gonna cum with me so I can give my good boy all the kisses he deserves?”
Seungkwan nods, unable to form a single word other than “Inside, inside” through his whining. Vernon shifts him one more time, bringing him back to their original position as he fucks into Seungkwan as fast as he can, the slap of their hips meeting nearly drowning out Seungkwan’s whimpering cries and moans. He squirms, hips bucking as Vernon continues to stroke his cock, fingers forming a tight ring and matching the pace of his thrusts.
Seungkwan cums for the second time with a breathless cry, back and hips arching high off of the bed as another few spurts of cum join the previous on his stomach, some of it splattering up to his chest. Vernon kisses Seungkwan at last, slotting their lips together as he buries himself to the hilt and cums, unable to hold back any longer. They re-explore each other’s mouths through their highs, kisses open-mouthed and sloppy as their lungs burn, the salt of sweat and tears intermingled with spit. Their tongues dance together, tangling in a battle for dominance that lasts no more than ten seconds as Seungkwan relinquishes with a whimper.
Vernon is rough at first, licking into Seungkwan’s mouth, sucking on his tongue, biting at his lips until they're swollen and slick with spit. Their kisses become gentler as their hungry desperation is satiated and melts away and they slow down, savoring each other with each press of their lips. It takes a while for either of them to pull away, going back for another every time they think they’re done.
“How are you feelin, sweetheart?” Vernon murmurs, bumping their noses. Seungkwan slowly opens his eyes, smiling as his boyfriend pecks his cheek.
“Good,” he answers softly.
“Yeah?” Vernon tucks a stray piece of hair behind his lover’s ear, mirroring his smile. “You were so good for me, baby. You’re always so good for me.”
Seungkwan blushes, turning his head to hide his face in the pillow. Vernon chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down his back as he peeks up at him.
“Always so cute when you act shy, Kwan-ah. Like you weren’t just crying for me to cum inside yo-”
Seungkwan slaps a hand over his mouth before he can finish, letting out an embarrassed whine as Vernon laughs behind his hand. “Shut up! Oh my god, Nonie!”
Vernon pulls his hand away, planting a kiss in Seungkwan’s palm. “What? I’m not allowed to bring it up after the fact?”
“I’m gonna break up with you, you’re the worst,” Seungkwan complains, shoving half-heartedly at his boyfriend’s chest. Vernon turns a faux pout on him.
“Aw, really? I only just got here. Besides, it’s not my fault you cry so prettily when you don’t get your way.” Then, in a poor imitation of Seungkwan’s voice, “Nonie, please~ kisses~”
Seungkwan lets out a mortified shriek, grabbing the closest object to him (which, luckily for Vernon, is another pillow) and smacking the laughing man. “Stop it~! I’m breaking up with you, you’re so mean.”
Vernon falls on top of him with a coo, ignoring Seungkwan’s sulky demands to get off of him as he pushes his arms underneath Seungkwan to wrap him in a hug. He rolls them over so that he’s the one on his back, his pouting boyfriend now laid atop him. His cock slips out of Seungkwan’s stretched hole in the process, making him pout harder.
“I’m sorry, baby, no can do. You can’t break up with me.”
“Says who?” Seungkwan squirms, fighting back a smile when he’s only hugged tighter. Vernon cranes his neck to pepper kisses all over his face until Seungkwan bursts into giggles, reflecting his toothy grin.
“Says me,” Vernon answers at last, loosening his hold on the smaller as he stops trying to squirm away and cuddles into him. “Cause I finally have you back in my arms.”