[fanfic] frankie*SNATCH: Halo (Time-skip Ha neulxBon-hwa)
IT'S FINALLY DONE! I am so happy that I could finally finish this <3 This is for
bonhwa_seong , and for her alone. If anyone else wants to take a gander at it, however, that's perfectly fine. Comments and critique appreciated if you want to give it.
Title: Halo
Rating: **NC-17**
Fandom: frankie*SNATCH
Pairing: Time-skip Ha neulxBon-hwa
Word Count: 2,931
Warnings: None, other than two men having sex.
Summary: Just read it :)
DISCLAIMER: frankie*SNATCH is owned by the fabulous
bonhwa_seong and I gain no profit on this. I am a mere slave to her talent (and her beautiful men), nothing more.
Shreds of sunlight filtered in through thin slits in the blinds. A greyed, subdued sunlight; the kind Ha neul’s clouded mind could only associate with winter’s abrupt arrival. Not two days prior he recalled the warmth of autumn’s golden light soaking into his skin as it gently woke him from slumber. And just like that, it was gone. He couldn’t say that he particularly minded. The fast pace of the city, the change that came with it and the oftentimes harsh winters were just a part of the experience, a mere fraction of New York’s essence that he had grown to accept and love over the years. A tugging sense of nostalgia sprouted in the pit of his stomach at the thought and Ha neul inhaled before groaning to himself and rolling onto his side to dismiss it just as fast.
As he twisted his body, Ha neul’s arm brushed against a delicate warmth that wasn’t the result of the sunlight or the fleeting heat of where his body once lay still. It was a warmth entirely its own, one he distinguished immediately and would never trade for anything. His eyes fluttered open once again, first to the sheets and then up to meet Bon-hwa’s gentle, tired gaze. The man’s bangs hung over on to his face, tousled and unrefined and beautiful the way they swept across his forehead and clung to his cheek.
“Hey,” Ha neul said, a vague smile spreading across his features.
Bon-hwa yawned and returned the smile. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick with grogginess. He cleared his throat but didn’t avert his eyes from Ha neul. There was an extended silence as they listened to each other breathe and stare at each other, both of them deeming words unnecessary for the time being.
“Sleep well, Bon?” Ha neul finally said, stretching his limbs beneath the sheets before wrapping an arm around Bon-hwa and inching closer to him in the process. Bon-hwa intentionally blinked at length and nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Ha neul mirrored his nod in acknowledgment and brought his hand down to Bon’s face, his fingers tracing the curve of his jaw with the utmost tenderness. His hand rested there as he observed his partner’s long, dark eyelashes that betrayed the lightness of his hair and his perfectly sculpted nose. Such a beautiful creature, and looking straight into Ha neul’s eye with a feeling he never would have anticipated from him those many years ago. Now he could no longer see himself without Bon-hwa lying next to him.
Ha neul sat up, rubbing at his eyes and sliding a leg out from under the blankets and onto the refreshingly cool, hardwood floor. Before Ha neul could raise up and onto his feet, however, Bon-hwa leaned forward and reached out to him, circling his slender hand around Ha neul’s wrist. He looked up at Ha neul with a silent plea, giving nothing away. Ha neul paused and then combed his free hand through Bon-hwa’s hair, recognizing his expression as one that craved for him to stay with him even just for a few more minutes. Some days Bon was harder to read than anyone he’d ever met, but this wasn’t among them.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured him, and waited for Bon-hwa to release the tension on his wrist so that he could continue to make his way to the restroom to rid the after-effects of a long night’s sleep. He returned not two minutes later, pulling his boxer shorts awkwardly up over his hips and slipping back into bed, a boyish smirk hardly veiled on his face. Bon-hwa uncurled his legs from against his chest, allowing them to mingle with Ha neul’s. Wiggling his toes against the bottom of Ha neul’s foot nearly made the young man burst into laughter but he restrained himself, fighting to gain the upper hand but eventually accepting defeat and withdrawing his legs as far away from Bon as physically possible.
“Cheater,” Bon-hwa said in a lilting manner, pushing gently at Ha neul’s collar bone with the heel of his hand.
Ha neul took mock offense. “I’m the cheater? You went straight for the feet. I’d call that a cheap shot if there ever was one.” He leaned forward and nuzzled Bon-hwa affectionately.
Bon-hwa breathed out a contented sigh before responding. “You smell good,” he said, and just like that the palm of his hand was flat against Ha neul’s chest, stroking him ever so slowly. Ha neul instinctively leaned in to his touch, shutting his eyes for a couple of moments to let the feeling sink in. His smooth fingertips caressing his sensitive flesh. The light tickle of Bon’s fingernails grazing his skin. He craned his neck forward and kissed Bon-hwa square on the nose, who in turn raised his head to allow their lips to meet. Bon-hwa’s hand travelled to Ha neul’s ribcage and down further to his waist, then back up again as their kisses grew more passionate. After a few minutes, Ha neul suddenly broke the string of intense kisses by delivering a final peck on Bon-hwa's cheek. He then drew away from him, his quickened breaths slowing. "Mm, I have to get ready for work," he said with more than a tinge of regret, feeling even more of a blow as Bon-hwa frowned. Sometimes he hated his job. Ha neul lifted himself onto his hands and knees and froze there in thought, then acted in defiance to what needed to be done and moved on top of Bon-hwa, straddling his waist.
"Do you?" Bon-hwa asked, cocking an eyebrow before gesturing at Ha neul's new found position.
He smirked, a response in and of itself as he rolled his hips against Bon-hwa's lower abdomen pressing forward a bit before leaning down and resuming the kiss he had broken off not a few moments prior.
"I think I'll go in late today," Ha neul said, his lips brushing against Bon's as he spoke. Bon laughed quietly between kisses and snaked his hand between their bodies. Ha neul didn't even realize what was taking place until he felt one of Bon's his hands rubbing against the thin fabric of the front his boxer shorts in long, deliberate strokes. His thighs tightened in instinctual response and then loosened up again, allowing the shuddering pleasure sink down deep within while Bon continued to stimulate him to arousal.
"Good idea," Bon-hwa finally said at length, reaching his hand up to the waistband of Ha neul's boxers and picking at the elastic, teasing. He looked up at Ha neul through his thick lashes and dipped his hand down, grabbing hold of Ha neul's already established erection. The contact of his hand against Ha neul's flesh forced him to shut his eyes and press his body even further into his touch. He exhaled against the light flush of Bon-hwa's cheek and then pushed their lips together, prying Bon's mouth open and pressing his tongue inside. Bon circled his hand around Ha neul's erection and pumped him slowly, reciprocating his kisses with the utmost of fervour.
"Nn, Bon," Ha neul said in exhortation, running his hand through Bon-hwa's hair and clutching gently at the roots before letting go and pulling away, Bon’s hand slipping out of his boxers. Ha neul repositioned himself on Bon-hwa's knees, bending down to lick at his clothed groin. He extracted a halted gasp from the older man and with a smile he repeated the deed, followed by a single stroke of his palm. Bon-hwa lifted his hips and tilted his head back but said nothing. Wasting no time, he reached to tug his pants down, discontent with the hindrance between Ha neul’s mouth and his cock. His hands fell on top of Ha neul’s and they both looked at each other, again wordless but speaking volumes. Ha neul broke their gaze and locked his fingers under the waistband of his pyjamas and forced them down to his thighs. He ran his tongue over the head of his erection and Bon-hwa inhaled with a hiss, clutching on the sheets beside him as he gained composure.
“Ah, mm,” Bon encouraged, his eyes flickering shut so that he could enjoy the sensation to the fullest. Ha neul curled his tongue against the underside of Bon’s cock and thrust forward, taking most of his length into his mouth and sucking. He bobbed up and down the length at varied speeds, gauging the man’s reaction with each gasp, every moan. Ha neul had always had a good ear.
Bon-hwa muttered an unintelligible cry as Ha neul sped up the pace, letting go of the sheets only to clutch them again even harder. “Ha neul,” he whispered between breaths, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him. Ha neul glanced up at Bon-hwa and pulled back, kissing the tip of his erection and crawling up Bon’s torso. As he sank down to kiss his lover on the lips, Bon-hwa wrapped his arms around He neul’s back and drew them closer together. His bony hips brushed against Ha neul’s belly. He could feel each and every steady inhale and exhale from the man on top of him.
They paused there, waiting, lost in the moment that was only the two of them, nothing else. Then in an instant it was gone, their carnal desires being prodded to the forefront of their minds.
“What do you want me to do to you?” Ha neul asked with a strange calm, kissing Bon-hwa and running the soft palm of his hand over his chest, circling a fingertip on each of the nipples. Bon-hwa’s shallow breaths quickened with the new source of stimulation and returned the kiss with vigour, licking He neul’s upper lip hungrily.
“Don’t make me beg, baby,” he said with a playful smile, tangling his fingers in the cropped hair on the back of Ha neul’s head.
“Mm, just tell me,” he insisted, nuzzling the side of Bon-hwa’s cheek then manoeuvring to his ear. Ha neul nipped at him gently and ran his tongue along the outer shell of Bon’s ear, smirking all the clearer.
“Fuck,” Bon-hwa said, tilting his head in favour of Ha neul’s actions.
“Hm?” Ha neul urged, travelling down the side of his neck with wet kisses. His hand reached down and took Bon-hwa’s erection back within his firm grip and gave him a few tugs for good measure.
“Ah, Ha neul, fuck me, please,” Bon-hwa finally said, shuddering at the touch of Ha neul’s lightly calloused fingertips on his sensitive skin. Ha neul smirked, nibbling and licking and kissing just below Bon’s earlobe, a particular place of delicate gratification for the man. He then dipped his head down and nestled his cheek against the crook of Bon-hwa’s shoulder, meanwhile reaching his free hand sidelong to grope for the bedside table drawer. Bon-hwa noticed the subtle movement and chuckled at his expense, watching Ha neul blindly fumble at it for a few more seconds before grabbing hold of the handle. He slid the drawer open and felt around the bottom of the drawer, his fingers stumbling upon the small tube. Picking it up, he tossed it over his shoulder and it landed on the bed, right beside them.
“Smooth,” Bon-hwa said with a teasing lilt, kissing Ha neul as he took the bottle and snapped open the cap with his thumb. Ha neul exhaled a short, satisfied puff through his nose and smiled as he felt Bon-hwa’s hands at he waistband of his boxers again. This time he pulled them down as far as his arms could reach while Na heul completed his thought, still straddling Bon as he rolled forward onto his knees and pushed his boxers down just a little past mid-thigh without the slightest bit of hesitation or embarrassment or shy reservation. Each of them could recall their awkward movements, the needy, desperate explorations of each others’ bodies the day they’d met again for the first time in New York. Ha neul’s rough, uncontrolled touches and Bon-hwa’s slightly more bridled yet not quite gentle caresses. Lust and love and everything that fell in between. Rushed, not enough, never enough and not fast enough. Things had changed since then, as things tended to as time passed. There was patience, an inextinguishable passion between the two that balanced each other out, kept each other going, kept each other laughing and living and loving.
Bon-hwa gazed up at Ha neul in avid interest, turning the tube upside down and squeezing the liquid into the palm of his hand. He spread it evenly and brought his hand forward, closing his fingers around Ha neul’s cock and pumping him in preparation. Ha neul stifled a pleasure-laden groan and he shuts his eyes, biting his bottom lip in thought. After a few moments he shifted one of his legs over so that he was no longer straddling Bon and removed his boxers completely, tossing them on the floor with little concern. He took the tube from Bon-hwa’s hand-sneaking another kiss in-and nudged Bon’s thighs apart with little effort, settling in between them. Applying the lube to the tops of his fingers, he waited for it to drip down a ways, massaging the back of Bon-hwa’s thigh with the other. Then both hands travelled down the slight curve of his ass and Ha neul stroked him at his entrance, sliding a soaked forefinger in to the knuckle and curling it inward. Bon-hwa tossed his head back and shut his eyes, allowing a moan to escape his lips. It reassured Ha neul and he pulled the finger halfway out to allow a second, and soon after, a third. Speeding up the pace of thrusting his fingers, Bon-hwa gasped aloud and muttered something under his breath.
“Ready?” Ha neul asked, taking his fingers out to stroke Bon-hwa’s erection.
Bon-hwa nodded and cracked his eyes open. “God, yes,” he said, spreading his legs a little further for emphasis. Ha neul grabbed Bon-hwa by the hips and positioned himself, thrusting forward into him with gentle solidity. Bon-hwa sucked in a sharp inhale followed by a winded moan as Ha neul eased further into him, slowly, patiently. Ha neul stroked Bon’s ribs down to his hips while he entered him completely, then pulled back out and repeated the process, only a little faster. Looming over Bon-hwa, he leaned down and kissed his already open mouth, driving into him at gaining speed and renewed fervour with every stifled gasp he urged out of his lover. Bon-hwa wrapped his arms around Ha neul’s back and his legs around the back of his thighs, unable to suppress his blissful moans. His voice only seemed to foster the need for Ha neul to thrust faster into him until he found a steady, staccato rhythm.
Their kisses became sloppier and more desperate with each meeting, their hot breaths raking across each other’s faces, Bon-hwa panting into Ha neul’s mouth. Ha neul pushed back up onto his hands and then on to his knees, grasping Bon’s legs by the backside of his knees and hauling them over his shoulders. He took Bon-hwa’s erection in his hand and groped at him with shameless intensity as he drove into him, deeper, harder. Bon-hwa’s entire body shuddered and he gasped out Ha neul’s name under his breath, opening his eyes and stretching his arm out to touch the fine lines of Ha neul’s chest, the curve of his arm, his wrist. Finally both hands settled behind him and he grabbed at the pillows, gritting his teeth and tightening his calf muscles against a neul’s back while he slid in and out without restraint. Ha neul leaned forward again and kissed along his jaw, clenching both hands on Bon’s shoulders.
“Ah! Ha ne-!” Bon-hwa’s cry was smothered as Ha neul slipped his tongue into his mouth. The sensation of Bon’s peaked body clenching and unclenching around his erection urged Ha neul into a panting moan and he thrust into him with reckless abandon, unable to contain himself anymore. He wrapped his arms around Bon-hwa’s back and kissed his ear and temple as the rush of utter completion and pleasure coursed through his body.
“Mm, Bon,” Ha neul muttered, his laboured breath halted for a moment, followed by a gruff murmur in the back of his throat. His thrusts slowed and the hammering of his heart against his chest ebbed almost immediately after. He exhaled and lowered himself onto Bon-hwa’s quickly rising and falling chest, imparting some more kisses along Bon-hwa’s neck. They remained there, held together in those fragile instants of pure exhilaration.
The sunlight’s dulled honey hue was now a crisp yellow, casting thin ribbons across the bed. Ha neul pulled out of Bon-hwa and settled his head on his chest, looking at him with a contented smile. They said nothing as their breaths slowed, the vague sound of morning traffic filtering in through the walls and the windows.
Eventually Ha neul rolled off of Bon and onto his side, running a hand through Bon-hwa’s hair.
“Good morning,” Ha neul said.
It was moments like these that Ha neul realize what made him fall in love with Bon-hwa to begin with. His loving smile, the little touches, the way he spoke intimate things to him in Korean so no one else could understand, the way he could say nothing at all yet everything, the way they just worked. He couldn’t have asked for anything else.
Bon-hwa returned Ha neul’s smile, sincere and true. ”Good morning.”
bonhwa_seong , and for her alone. If anyone else wants to take a gander at it, however, that's perfectly fine. Comments and critique appreciated if you want to give it.
Title: Halo
Rating: **NC-17**
Fandom: frankie*SNATCH
Pairing: Time-skip Ha neulxBon-hwa
Word Count: 2,931
Warnings: None, other than two men having sex.
Summary: Just read it :)
DISCLAIMER: frankie*SNATCH is owned by the fabulous
bonhwa_seong and I gain no profit on this. I am a mere slave to her talent (and her beautiful men), nothing more.
Shreds of sunlight filtered in through thin slits in the blinds. A greyed, subdued sunlight; the kind Ha neul’s clouded mind could only associate with winter’s abrupt arrival. Not two days prior he recalled the warmth of autumn’s golden light soaking into his skin as it gently woke him from slumber. And just like that, it was gone. He couldn’t say that he particularly minded. The fast pace of the city, the change that came with it and the oftentimes harsh winters were just a part of the experience, a mere fraction of New York’s essence that he had grown to accept and love over the years. A tugging sense of nostalgia sprouted in the pit of his stomach at the thought and Ha neul inhaled before groaning to himself and rolling onto his side to dismiss it just as fast.
As he twisted his body, Ha neul’s arm brushed against a delicate warmth that wasn’t the result of the sunlight or the fleeting heat of where his body once lay still. It was a warmth entirely its own, one he distinguished immediately and would never trade for anything. His eyes fluttered open once again, first to the sheets and then up to meet Bon-hwa’s gentle, tired gaze. The man’s bangs hung over on to his face, tousled and unrefined and beautiful the way they swept across his forehead and clung to his cheek.
“Hey,” Ha neul said, a vague smile spreading across his features.
Bon-hwa yawned and returned the smile. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick with grogginess. He cleared his throat but didn’t avert his eyes from Ha neul. There was an extended silence as they listened to each other breathe and stare at each other, both of them deeming words unnecessary for the time being.
“Sleep well, Bon?” Ha neul finally said, stretching his limbs beneath the sheets before wrapping an arm around Bon-hwa and inching closer to him in the process. Bon-hwa intentionally blinked at length and nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Ha neul mirrored his nod in acknowledgment and brought his hand down to Bon’s face, his fingers tracing the curve of his jaw with the utmost tenderness. His hand rested there as he observed his partner’s long, dark eyelashes that betrayed the lightness of his hair and his perfectly sculpted nose. Such a beautiful creature, and looking straight into Ha neul’s eye with a feeling he never would have anticipated from him those many years ago. Now he could no longer see himself without Bon-hwa lying next to him.
Ha neul sat up, rubbing at his eyes and sliding a leg out from under the blankets and onto the refreshingly cool, hardwood floor. Before Ha neul could raise up and onto his feet, however, Bon-hwa leaned forward and reached out to him, circling his slender hand around Ha neul’s wrist. He looked up at Ha neul with a silent plea, giving nothing away. Ha neul paused and then combed his free hand through Bon-hwa’s hair, recognizing his expression as one that craved for him to stay with him even just for a few more minutes. Some days Bon was harder to read than anyone he’d ever met, but this wasn’t among them.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured him, and waited for Bon-hwa to release the tension on his wrist so that he could continue to make his way to the restroom to rid the after-effects of a long night’s sleep. He returned not two minutes later, pulling his boxer shorts awkwardly up over his hips and slipping back into bed, a boyish smirk hardly veiled on his face. Bon-hwa uncurled his legs from against his chest, allowing them to mingle with Ha neul’s. Wiggling his toes against the bottom of Ha neul’s foot nearly made the young man burst into laughter but he restrained himself, fighting to gain the upper hand but eventually accepting defeat and withdrawing his legs as far away from Bon as physically possible.
“Cheater,” Bon-hwa said in a lilting manner, pushing gently at Ha neul’s collar bone with the heel of his hand.
Ha neul took mock offense. “I’m the cheater? You went straight for the feet. I’d call that a cheap shot if there ever was one.” He leaned forward and nuzzled Bon-hwa affectionately.
Bon-hwa breathed out a contented sigh before responding. “You smell good,” he said, and just like that the palm of his hand was flat against Ha neul’s chest, stroking him ever so slowly. Ha neul instinctively leaned in to his touch, shutting his eyes for a couple of moments to let the feeling sink in. His smooth fingertips caressing his sensitive flesh. The light tickle of Bon’s fingernails grazing his skin. He craned his neck forward and kissed Bon-hwa square on the nose, who in turn raised his head to allow their lips to meet. Bon-hwa’s hand travelled to Ha neul’s ribcage and down further to his waist, then back up again as their kisses grew more passionate. After a few minutes, Ha neul suddenly broke the string of intense kisses by delivering a final peck on Bon-hwa's cheek. He then drew away from him, his quickened breaths slowing. "Mm, I have to get ready for work," he said with more than a tinge of regret, feeling even more of a blow as Bon-hwa frowned. Sometimes he hated his job. Ha neul lifted himself onto his hands and knees and froze there in thought, then acted in defiance to what needed to be done and moved on top of Bon-hwa, straddling his waist.
"Do you?" Bon-hwa asked, cocking an eyebrow before gesturing at Ha neul's new found position.
He smirked, a response in and of itself as he rolled his hips against Bon-hwa's lower abdomen pressing forward a bit before leaning down and resuming the kiss he had broken off not a few moments prior.
"I think I'll go in late today," Ha neul said, his lips brushing against Bon's as he spoke. Bon laughed quietly between kisses and snaked his hand between their bodies. Ha neul didn't even realize what was taking place until he felt one of Bon's his hands rubbing against the thin fabric of the front his boxer shorts in long, deliberate strokes. His thighs tightened in instinctual response and then loosened up again, allowing the shuddering pleasure sink down deep within while Bon continued to stimulate him to arousal.
"Good idea," Bon-hwa finally said at length, reaching his hand up to the waistband of Ha neul's boxers and picking at the elastic, teasing. He looked up at Ha neul through his thick lashes and dipped his hand down, grabbing hold of Ha neul's already established erection. The contact of his hand against Ha neul's flesh forced him to shut his eyes and press his body even further into his touch. He exhaled against the light flush of Bon-hwa's cheek and then pushed their lips together, prying Bon's mouth open and pressing his tongue inside. Bon circled his hand around Ha neul's erection and pumped him slowly, reciprocating his kisses with the utmost of fervour.
"Nn, Bon," Ha neul said in exhortation, running his hand through Bon-hwa's hair and clutching gently at the roots before letting go and pulling away, Bon’s hand slipping out of his boxers. Ha neul repositioned himself on Bon-hwa's knees, bending down to lick at his clothed groin. He extracted a halted gasp from the older man and with a smile he repeated the deed, followed by a single stroke of his palm. Bon-hwa lifted his hips and tilted his head back but said nothing. Wasting no time, he reached to tug his pants down, discontent with the hindrance between Ha neul’s mouth and his cock. His hands fell on top of Ha neul’s and they both looked at each other, again wordless but speaking volumes. Ha neul broke their gaze and locked his fingers under the waistband of his pyjamas and forced them down to his thighs. He ran his tongue over the head of his erection and Bon-hwa inhaled with a hiss, clutching on the sheets beside him as he gained composure.
“Ah, mm,” Bon encouraged, his eyes flickering shut so that he could enjoy the sensation to the fullest. Ha neul curled his tongue against the underside of Bon’s cock and thrust forward, taking most of his length into his mouth and sucking. He bobbed up and down the length at varied speeds, gauging the man’s reaction with each gasp, every moan. Ha neul had always had a good ear.
Bon-hwa muttered an unintelligible cry as Ha neul sped up the pace, letting go of the sheets only to clutch them again even harder. “Ha neul,” he whispered between breaths, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him. Ha neul glanced up at Bon-hwa and pulled back, kissing the tip of his erection and crawling up Bon’s torso. As he sank down to kiss his lover on the lips, Bon-hwa wrapped his arms around He neul’s back and drew them closer together. His bony hips brushed against Ha neul’s belly. He could feel each and every steady inhale and exhale from the man on top of him.
They paused there, waiting, lost in the moment that was only the two of them, nothing else. Then in an instant it was gone, their carnal desires being prodded to the forefront of their minds.
“What do you want me to do to you?” Ha neul asked with a strange calm, kissing Bon-hwa and running the soft palm of his hand over his chest, circling a fingertip on each of the nipples. Bon-hwa’s shallow breaths quickened with the new source of stimulation and returned the kiss with vigour, licking He neul’s upper lip hungrily.
“Don’t make me beg, baby,” he said with a playful smile, tangling his fingers in the cropped hair on the back of Ha neul’s head.
“Mm, just tell me,” he insisted, nuzzling the side of Bon-hwa’s cheek then manoeuvring to his ear. Ha neul nipped at him gently and ran his tongue along the outer shell of Bon’s ear, smirking all the clearer.
“Fuck,” Bon-hwa said, tilting his head in favour of Ha neul’s actions.
“Hm?” Ha neul urged, travelling down the side of his neck with wet kisses. His hand reached down and took Bon-hwa’s erection back within his firm grip and gave him a few tugs for good measure.
“Ah, Ha neul, fuck me, please,” Bon-hwa finally said, shuddering at the touch of Ha neul’s lightly calloused fingertips on his sensitive skin. Ha neul smirked, nibbling and licking and kissing just below Bon’s earlobe, a particular place of delicate gratification for the man. He then dipped his head down and nestled his cheek against the crook of Bon-hwa’s shoulder, meanwhile reaching his free hand sidelong to grope for the bedside table drawer. Bon-hwa noticed the subtle movement and chuckled at his expense, watching Ha neul blindly fumble at it for a few more seconds before grabbing hold of the handle. He slid the drawer open and felt around the bottom of the drawer, his fingers stumbling upon the small tube. Picking it up, he tossed it over his shoulder and it landed on the bed, right beside them.
“Smooth,” Bon-hwa said with a teasing lilt, kissing Ha neul as he took the bottle and snapped open the cap with his thumb. Ha neul exhaled a short, satisfied puff through his nose and smiled as he felt Bon-hwa’s hands at he waistband of his boxers again. This time he pulled them down as far as his arms could reach while Na heul completed his thought, still straddling Bon as he rolled forward onto his knees and pushed his boxers down just a little past mid-thigh without the slightest bit of hesitation or embarrassment or shy reservation. Each of them could recall their awkward movements, the needy, desperate explorations of each others’ bodies the day they’d met again for the first time in New York. Ha neul’s rough, uncontrolled touches and Bon-hwa’s slightly more bridled yet not quite gentle caresses. Lust and love and everything that fell in between. Rushed, not enough, never enough and not fast enough. Things had changed since then, as things tended to as time passed. There was patience, an inextinguishable passion between the two that balanced each other out, kept each other going, kept each other laughing and living and loving.
Bon-hwa gazed up at Ha neul in avid interest, turning the tube upside down and squeezing the liquid into the palm of his hand. He spread it evenly and brought his hand forward, closing his fingers around Ha neul’s cock and pumping him in preparation. Ha neul stifled a pleasure-laden groan and he shuts his eyes, biting his bottom lip in thought. After a few moments he shifted one of his legs over so that he was no longer straddling Bon and removed his boxers completely, tossing them on the floor with little concern. He took the tube from Bon-hwa’s hand-sneaking another kiss in-and nudged Bon’s thighs apart with little effort, settling in between them. Applying the lube to the tops of his fingers, he waited for it to drip down a ways, massaging the back of Bon-hwa’s thigh with the other. Then both hands travelled down the slight curve of his ass and Ha neul stroked him at his entrance, sliding a soaked forefinger in to the knuckle and curling it inward. Bon-hwa tossed his head back and shut his eyes, allowing a moan to escape his lips. It reassured Ha neul and he pulled the finger halfway out to allow a second, and soon after, a third. Speeding up the pace of thrusting his fingers, Bon-hwa gasped aloud and muttered something under his breath.
“Ready?” Ha neul asked, taking his fingers out to stroke Bon-hwa’s erection.
Bon-hwa nodded and cracked his eyes open. “God, yes,” he said, spreading his legs a little further for emphasis. Ha neul grabbed Bon-hwa by the hips and positioned himself, thrusting forward into him with gentle solidity. Bon-hwa sucked in a sharp inhale followed by a winded moan as Ha neul eased further into him, slowly, patiently. Ha neul stroked Bon’s ribs down to his hips while he entered him completely, then pulled back out and repeated the process, only a little faster. Looming over Bon-hwa, he leaned down and kissed his already open mouth, driving into him at gaining speed and renewed fervour with every stifled gasp he urged out of his lover. Bon-hwa wrapped his arms around Ha neul’s back and his legs around the back of his thighs, unable to suppress his blissful moans. His voice only seemed to foster the need for Ha neul to thrust faster into him until he found a steady, staccato rhythm.
Their kisses became sloppier and more desperate with each meeting, their hot breaths raking across each other’s faces, Bon-hwa panting into Ha neul’s mouth. Ha neul pushed back up onto his hands and then on to his knees, grasping Bon’s legs by the backside of his knees and hauling them over his shoulders. He took Bon-hwa’s erection in his hand and groped at him with shameless intensity as he drove into him, deeper, harder. Bon-hwa’s entire body shuddered and he gasped out Ha neul’s name under his breath, opening his eyes and stretching his arm out to touch the fine lines of Ha neul’s chest, the curve of his arm, his wrist. Finally both hands settled behind him and he grabbed at the pillows, gritting his teeth and tightening his calf muscles against a neul’s back while he slid in and out without restraint. Ha neul leaned forward again and kissed along his jaw, clenching both hands on Bon’s shoulders.
“Ah! Ha ne-!” Bon-hwa’s cry was smothered as Ha neul slipped his tongue into his mouth. The sensation of Bon’s peaked body clenching and unclenching around his erection urged Ha neul into a panting moan and he thrust into him with reckless abandon, unable to contain himself anymore. He wrapped his arms around Bon-hwa’s back and kissed his ear and temple as the rush of utter completion and pleasure coursed through his body.
“Mm, Bon,” Ha neul muttered, his laboured breath halted for a moment, followed by a gruff murmur in the back of his throat. His thrusts slowed and the hammering of his heart against his chest ebbed almost immediately after. He exhaled and lowered himself onto Bon-hwa’s quickly rising and falling chest, imparting some more kisses along Bon-hwa’s neck. They remained there, held together in those fragile instants of pure exhilaration.
The sunlight’s dulled honey hue was now a crisp yellow, casting thin ribbons across the bed. Ha neul pulled out of Bon-hwa and settled his head on his chest, looking at him with a contented smile. They said nothing as their breaths slowed, the vague sound of morning traffic filtering in through the walls and the windows.
Eventually Ha neul rolled off of Bon and onto his side, running a hand through Bon-hwa’s hair.
“Good morning,” Ha neul said.
It was moments like these that Ha neul realize what made him fall in love with Bon-hwa to begin with. His loving smile, the little touches, the way he spoke intimate things to him in Korean so no one else could understand, the way he could say nothing at all yet everything, the way they just worked. He couldn’t have asked for anything else.
Bon-hwa returned Ha neul’s smile, sincere and true. ”Good morning.”