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Title: Gift Wrap
Pairing: HyunJoong/YoungSaeng
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming
Notes: Tried to make this is as non angsty as I could, I hope you enjoy.
Summary: YoungSaeng is usually disappointed with HyunJoong's gifts, but not this year.
YoungSaeng hated Christmas.
Well that wasn't entirely true. He didn't hate good food and time with family, or a day off from constant schedules. Nor did he hate Christmas music and decorations and Christmas themed movies.
He hated presents. Giving presents mostly, because he never knew what to get anyone. He hated receiving presents as well because as well intentioned as everyone was, he always ended up with festive holiday socks or three copies of the same album.
The worst present he had ever received was from JungMin three years before and he still shuddered at the memory (of course, the nude photo album was supposed to have gone to KyuJong but the packages had been mixed up). In retrospect, the hat he'd received wasn't that bad.
HyungJoon's idea of gifts was the more expensive, the better, which was not at all what YoungSaeng appreciated. Sure, the branded bags and watches were nice, but it was obvious that HyungJoon hadn't taken any time to think about it since they all usually received the same thing.
KyuJong always gave the best gifts, and it was the only time YoungSaeng was excited to open a gift because of how much care the younger man put into finding the perfect gift. One year, he'd taken all of YoungSaeng's photographs that he'd taken on vacations abroad and made a scrapbook for him. It was still his favorite gift ever.
Out of all of them though, HyunJoong was by far the worst offender when it came to gift giving. If he ever remembered to buy them something that is. YoungSaeng still scowled at the memory of the first Christmas gift the oldest had given him. Dog toys. Not that he had a dog or anything, HyunJoong just thought they were cute when he had been shopping for his own dog and thought YoungSaeng would like them.
That was par for the course when it came to HyunJoong, and though YoungSaeng loved him dearly it was one of the things he had to get used to in their relationship. Most people thought they were awkward, which they were, but if they saw how they were when they were alone, just the two of them, then they'd understand. It was the same way with HyunJoong's gifts.
Though usually patient and understanding, YoungSaeng was not so at that moment. It's not that he had expected anything, and had purposely thought all week about how he wasn't going to get any kind of gift, not with how busy HyunJoong had been lately. No, definitely hadn't expected a gift.
It still hurt when he looked at the tree and saw all the gifts piled up for the party later, and there was only three with his name on it. He could tell who each was from just by the wrapping. JungMin's was a hodgepodge of kitten paper and festive bows that looked like a three year old taped it together. HyungJoon's was expertly wrapped in designer paper, probably from wherever he had got the thing, and KyuJong's looked like a normal hand wrapped gift with a simple string and knot. But no gift from HyunJoong.
Again.
Last year, HyunJoong had been so busy he completely forgot about Christmas even though they made plans, just the two of them. It had been nice, but HyunJoong had passed out from exhaustion early in the night so YoungSaeng had been left alone. This year, they were all together, KyuJong having threatened JungMin to return to Korea for the holidays or he was going to cut him off for good (they all knew it was an empty threat but you just didn't say no to KyuJong).
"Yah, what are you doing?" HyunJoong called from the bedroom.
"Oh, nothing," YoungSaeng said, sighing softly to himself and turning around. It wouldn't do any good to ask HyunJoong about it anyway, he'd just make something up or get mad. "Just getting the drinks ready."
"Good, I think they'll be here soon," HyunJoong said, wandering out of the bedroom and smoothing down his silk shirt. "How do I look?"
"Like a lounge singer," YoungSaeng said, glancing over his shoulder at him. "That concept was so greasy Hyun, I hated it."
"I know," HyunJoong beamed at him, perking up even more when he heard the doorbell. "That's them!" He rushed off to open the door. YoungSaeng rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to get the drinks out. They were going to need a lot of alcohol to get through the night.
The five of them being together again was strange, yet comfortable. By the time presents were being opened, they had gone through several bottles of soju and one bottle of vodka at least.
KyuJong had a very intoxicated JungMin draped over his lap for most of the night as expected, and that made it difficult to open any of the presents. YoungSaeng tried not to sigh too loudly when he saw the other three opening their presents from HyunJoong, all very respectable gifts from the eldest for once. YoungSaeng wondered if HyunJoong had just forgot about him completely. He knew KyuJong had noticed the lack of present as well, but thankfully said nothing.
YoungSaeng's present to HyunJoong was probably the one thing he was most proud of buying. When he and KyuJong had gone to Japan last he had found a big book on aliens for him, at least that made HyunJoong smile.
All in all, YoungSaeng was rather pleased at what he had received from the others, an otherwise good holiday despite not getting anything from HyunJoong. They knew it was time to call it a night when JungMin had started stripping, and alternatively tried to strip KyuJong. Between HyungJoon and KyuJong they managed to get him out the door clothed with all their belongings and gifts.
Closing and locking the door behind them, YoungSaeng sighed heavily and looked around at his trashed apartment. Of course HyunJoong had disappeared for clean up as well. Starting to gather up bottles and trash, his head tilted when his eye caught something in the boughs of the tree. It looked like a piece of paper. Frowning, he pulled it out of the tree and flipped it over.
It was a picture, a picture of HyunJoong naked, lying on his bed. YoungSaeng was sure that hadn't been there earlier when the others were there, KyuJong would have noticed it for sure. Lips curling upwards in a smile, YoungSaeng abandoned the cleaning up and padded over to his bedroom door, cracking it open to peer inside. Just like in the picture, HyunJoong was sitting on his bed, naked, except he had a bow on his chest.
Opening the door wider, YoungSaeng looked at the picture then up at HyunJoong, leaning up against the door frame. "I wondered what you were doing in my bedroom just before they got here," he said, fanning his face with the picture.
"Merry Christmas, Saeng," HyunJoong chuckled, beckoning him closer. "I know you noticed you didn't get a gift, so here it is."
"You're my present?" YoungSaeng asked in amusement. "Did you keep the receipt?"
The grin on HyunJoong's lips turned into a pout at that. "But why would you want to return me?" he asked, watching YoungSaeng take slow steps into the room. "I'm ever so useful."
"Is that so?" YoungSaeng mused, pressing a knee into the mattress and crawling up on his hands and knees towards him. "I think I'm going to need some convincing that you're a worthwhile present."
"How about a demonstration?" HyunJoong said with a chuckle, grunting slightly when YoungSaeng settled in his lap, straddling his legs.
"I think a demonstration would be appropriate," YoungSaeng nodded, gently pull the bow on HyunJoong's chest off and dropping it off the side of the bed. "I'll have to keep the tags on, just in case."
HyunJoong rolled his eyes at that, his hands sliding up YoungSaeng's thighs and around the curve of his ass to support his back. "I think I know the best way to start," he said, tilting YoungSaeng back to lay him down, undoing the buttons on his pants and tugging them off. "You know, you've been a very good boy this year Saeng."
"I have," YoungSaeng chuckled, wiggling his hips a little and lifting up his arms as HyunJoong started pushing up his shirt. HyunJoong had dropped down to press small kisses to YoungSaeng's belly as he continued pushing the shirt up. Working his way up YoungSaeng's torso, his lips caught one of the man's nipples, sucking on them greedily and enjoying the noises that caused, as well as how YoungSaeng's body arched into his own.
With the shirt lifted and removed, all that stood between them was YoungSaeng's boxers that were slowly beginning to strain. "Mm.. is that a present for me?" HyunJoong murmured, scraping his teeth over one of YoungSaeng's ribs and sliding back down his body until he was nose to nose with YoungSaeng's erection. Sliding his fingers into the hole at the front of the boxers, he slowly stroked the underside of the shaft, looking up at YoungSaeng who had let out a throat moan in reply. "I think it is," he chuckled, hooking his fingers into the waistline and pulling down the boxers and off of YoungSaeng's feet.
Settling back down in between YoungSaeng's legs, he eyed the twitching cock almost critically before leaning in to kiss the head gently, fingers teasing at the length. Lips parting, he slowly slid his mouth down to envelope the length in his mouth, sucking greedily. He could feel YoungSaeng coming apart from the action, the man's body jerking upwards into the heat. HyunJoong pinned YoungSaeng's hips down, nearly gagging when the head of YoungSaeng's cock nearly hit the back of his mouth.
Bobbing his head up and down, HyunJoong loved the texture of the thick shaft as it slid along his tongue. The slightly salty tang of skin, the heady musk of sweat mixed with YoungSaeng's sweet scent invigorated his senses and he growled softly at the arousal it brought up within him. He could feel his own erection throbbing against his stomach, shifting with one hand to jerk at it haphazardly.
"Hyun..." YoungSaeng groaned, lifting himself up onto his elbows to peer down at him. "Hyun... need you," he moaned, running a hand through HyunJoong's hair until he looked up, mouth sliding off his cock with a pop.
"What was that?" HyunJoong teased, tongue snaking out to lap at the underside of the head, sending YoungSaeng into a fit.
"Get... up here.... and fuck me," YoungSaeng hissed, his teeth clenched tightly.
"Yes, sir," HyunJoong said with a grin, kissing the tip of YoungSaeng's cock lightly before sitting up. "First though, you need to roll over."
"Isn't this my Christmas present?" YoungSaeng pouted, but did as asked, rolling onto his hands and knees, ass in the air. "Really I should be the one de- oh," he cut off in midsentence when he felt something soft and warm and wet closing around his entrance. "Hyun," he gasped, rolling his head a little to look behind him.
HyunJoong's hands had spread his ass wide, holding him steady as he slowly licked at the small puckered hole, his tongue sliding around the oddly textured skin before pressing in. YoungSaeng's eyes rolled up into the back of his head when he felt something else, something a little firmer pressing inside of him; a finger to slide alongside HyunJoong's tongue, then another, and another.
At some point, HyunJoong had pulled back his tongue and poured a bit of lubricant on his fingers and began pumping them in and out, fucking him with his long talented fingers. His fingertips just barely brushing against that spot inside that felt so good and made YoungSaeng gasp everytime it was hit.
HyunJoong knew how to play his body like a fiddle. He knew every sensitive spot, and what action to bring out those loud throaty groans, or the harsher pitched cries. He knew in what way to make YoungSaeng come in seconds, or how to drag it out for hours, torturing the younger. This was one of those times when YoungSaeng knew he wouldn't be sleeping for hours, and would have trouble walking in the morning.
"So how do you like your present so far?" HyunJoong asked, startling YoungSaeng a little who was panting, fingers curled into the sheets.
"Breathtaking," YoungSaeng murmured tiredly, whining at the loss as HyunJoong pulled his fingers out.
"I'm glad you like it," HyunJoong whispered in his ear as he folded himself over YoungSaeng's back. YoungSaeng could feel he was grinding his erection against his ass, getting ready. "We're not done yet."
"Didn't think so," YoungSaeng replied, feeling a slight chill when HyunJoong pulled away and gripped his hip tightly with one hand and lining himself up with the other. For a moment, all he felt was the head of HyunJoong's cock against him, slowly stretching him open as HyunJoong pressed in. The burn of being stretched so wide seared through him, up his spine and back down into the base of his balls. It only got better the more HyunJoong pushed in, so slowly that YoungSaeng felt like he was being split completely in two.
It was the best feeling in the world, especially when HyunJoong started to move, slowly pulling out only to press back in, the head of his cock brushing against that wonderful spot that made it all worth it. Everything about what HyunJoong was doing, the way he moved, how hard he gripped YoungSaeng's hip, and how he reached around to jerkily stroke YoungSaeng off was almost too much, YoungSaeng barely holding on.
That was until HyunJoong stopped, and YoungSaeng groaned in frustration as he looked back at him, ready to yell at him. The look HyunJoong was giving him though made the protest die in his throat and he just smiled as he rolled over onto his back, looking up at him. "Well?"
"I like you like this," HyunJoong murmured, lowering down to press kisses all over YoungSaeng's belly and chest. "You look so hot all flushed, and your dick aching to release. You can't yet though, I want to be inside you when you come."
"Better hurry up then," YoungSaeng said, drawing HyunJoong's face up to look into his eyes. One of HyunJoong's arms hooked behind YoungSaeng's knee to push it back against his chest, the other following suit so YoungSaeng's legs were in the air and HyunJoong thrust into him hard. Not expecting that, YoungSaeng's head snapped back as he let out a harsh cry, HyunJoong mouthing along his throat even as he set a harsh, jagged pace.
YoungSaeng couldn't do much more than hold on, his arms around HyunJoong's neck and his fingers digging sharply into his broad shoulders. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried out, loving the sound of skin slapping against skin, not even caring how red his thighs were going to be later and how sore he would be.
"Come for me," HyunJoong hissed, adjusting so he was on his knees and sitting back so he could look down at YoungSaeng even as he continued to thrust into him, hips snapping sharply. "Come, Saeng. I want to see you covered," he whispered, the words in a short staccato rhythm to the thrusts.
Finally having his hands free, YoungSaeng fumbled for his erection, stroking it haphazardly with one hand as he rolled his balls in the other, feeling that coil of release tightening around him. "Hyun," he gasped, back arching up off the bed when a well aimed thrust slammed so hard into him all he could see was white, the release flooding through every nerve in his body, lighting him off like a firecracker. The warm come falling over his hands and onto his belly, dripping down his sides.
It was over in seconds, the waves slowly receding until he was spent, but HyunJoong wasn't finished. YoungSaeng watched him with hazy eyes, watching every muscle tighten in his abs and chest, even his arms corded in anticipation until he buried himself so far into YoungSaeng as he came. His body shuddered, pulling back slowly to press back in again and again until his entire body sagged.
Still recovering from his own high, YoungSaeng smiled up at him softly as HyunJoong leaned down to press their lips together in a gentle kiss, the first one of the night. HyunJoong didn't like to kiss often, but when he did, it was sweet, and full of warmth. These were the times that YoungSaeng loved, and why no matter how much he would get irritated with the older man, he still loved him after all these years.
"Best Christmas present ever," YoungSaeng murmured softly later, when they had cleaned up and were just relaxing together on the bed.
"Oh?" HyunJoong chuckled, playing with YoungSaeng's hair. "Well, I know I don't usually get it right Saeng, so I hope this makes up for all the crappy gifts over the years."
"Mmm.. it's a start," YoungSaeng said, looking up at him with a wry smile. "You do have a lot of gifts to make up for you know."
"Yes... it's going to be a long night isn't it," HyunJoong sighed, shaking his head. "Guess I'll have to cancel that trip to Jeju tomorrow then."
"Jeju?" YoungSaeng perked up, blinking at him. "We're going to Jeju?"
"Yes, but if we're going to be screwing all night I'm not sure if we'll make it to the airport," HyunJoong said. "Such a disappo-hahah! Okay okay!" he shrieked, twisting to get away from YoungSaeng's pinching fingers. "We can just screw when we get there."
"Sounds perfect," YoungSaeng grinned, sliding back up to straddle HyunJoong's waist and kiss him gently. "Merry Christmas, Hyun."
"Merry Christmas, Saeng."
Pairing: HyunJoong/YoungSaeng
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming
Notes: Tried to make this is as non angsty as I could, I hope you enjoy.
Summary: YoungSaeng is usually disappointed with HyunJoong's gifts, but not this year.
YoungSaeng hated Christmas.
Well that wasn't entirely true. He didn't hate good food and time with family, or a day off from constant schedules. Nor did he hate Christmas music and decorations and Christmas themed movies.
He hated presents. Giving presents mostly, because he never knew what to get anyone. He hated receiving presents as well because as well intentioned as everyone was, he always ended up with festive holiday socks or three copies of the same album.
The worst present he had ever received was from JungMin three years before and he still shuddered at the memory (of course, the nude photo album was supposed to have gone to KyuJong but the packages had been mixed up). In retrospect, the hat he'd received wasn't that bad.
HyungJoon's idea of gifts was the more expensive, the better, which was not at all what YoungSaeng appreciated. Sure, the branded bags and watches were nice, but it was obvious that HyungJoon hadn't taken any time to think about it since they all usually received the same thing.
KyuJong always gave the best gifts, and it was the only time YoungSaeng was excited to open a gift because of how much care the younger man put into finding the perfect gift. One year, he'd taken all of YoungSaeng's photographs that he'd taken on vacations abroad and made a scrapbook for him. It was still his favorite gift ever.
Out of all of them though, HyunJoong was by far the worst offender when it came to gift giving. If he ever remembered to buy them something that is. YoungSaeng still scowled at the memory of the first Christmas gift the oldest had given him. Dog toys. Not that he had a dog or anything, HyunJoong just thought they were cute when he had been shopping for his own dog and thought YoungSaeng would like them.
That was par for the course when it came to HyunJoong, and though YoungSaeng loved him dearly it was one of the things he had to get used to in their relationship. Most people thought they were awkward, which they were, but if they saw how they were when they were alone, just the two of them, then they'd understand. It was the same way with HyunJoong's gifts.
Though usually patient and understanding, YoungSaeng was not so at that moment. It's not that he had expected anything, and had purposely thought all week about how he wasn't going to get any kind of gift, not with how busy HyunJoong had been lately. No, definitely hadn't expected a gift.
It still hurt when he looked at the tree and saw all the gifts piled up for the party later, and there was only three with his name on it. He could tell who each was from just by the wrapping. JungMin's was a hodgepodge of kitten paper and festive bows that looked like a three year old taped it together. HyungJoon's was expertly wrapped in designer paper, probably from wherever he had got the thing, and KyuJong's looked like a normal hand wrapped gift with a simple string and knot. But no gift from HyunJoong.
Again.
Last year, HyunJoong had been so busy he completely forgot about Christmas even though they made plans, just the two of them. It had been nice, but HyunJoong had passed out from exhaustion early in the night so YoungSaeng had been left alone. This year, they were all together, KyuJong having threatened JungMin to return to Korea for the holidays or he was going to cut him off for good (they all knew it was an empty threat but you just didn't say no to KyuJong).
"Yah, what are you doing?" HyunJoong called from the bedroom.
"Oh, nothing," YoungSaeng said, sighing softly to himself and turning around. It wouldn't do any good to ask HyunJoong about it anyway, he'd just make something up or get mad. "Just getting the drinks ready."
"Good, I think they'll be here soon," HyunJoong said, wandering out of the bedroom and smoothing down his silk shirt. "How do I look?"
"Like a lounge singer," YoungSaeng said, glancing over his shoulder at him. "That concept was so greasy Hyun, I hated it."
"I know," HyunJoong beamed at him, perking up even more when he heard the doorbell. "That's them!" He rushed off to open the door. YoungSaeng rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to get the drinks out. They were going to need a lot of alcohol to get through the night.
The five of them being together again was strange, yet comfortable. By the time presents were being opened, they had gone through several bottles of soju and one bottle of vodka at least.
KyuJong had a very intoxicated JungMin draped over his lap for most of the night as expected, and that made it difficult to open any of the presents. YoungSaeng tried not to sigh too loudly when he saw the other three opening their presents from HyunJoong, all very respectable gifts from the eldest for once. YoungSaeng wondered if HyunJoong had just forgot about him completely. He knew KyuJong had noticed the lack of present as well, but thankfully said nothing.
YoungSaeng's present to HyunJoong was probably the one thing he was most proud of buying. When he and KyuJong had gone to Japan last he had found a big book on aliens for him, at least that made HyunJoong smile.
All in all, YoungSaeng was rather pleased at what he had received from the others, an otherwise good holiday despite not getting anything from HyunJoong. They knew it was time to call it a night when JungMin had started stripping, and alternatively tried to strip KyuJong. Between HyungJoon and KyuJong they managed to get him out the door clothed with all their belongings and gifts.
Closing and locking the door behind them, YoungSaeng sighed heavily and looked around at his trashed apartment. Of course HyunJoong had disappeared for clean up as well. Starting to gather up bottles and trash, his head tilted when his eye caught something in the boughs of the tree. It looked like a piece of paper. Frowning, he pulled it out of the tree and flipped it over.
It was a picture, a picture of HyunJoong naked, lying on his bed. YoungSaeng was sure that hadn't been there earlier when the others were there, KyuJong would have noticed it for sure. Lips curling upwards in a smile, YoungSaeng abandoned the cleaning up and padded over to his bedroom door, cracking it open to peer inside. Just like in the picture, HyunJoong was sitting on his bed, naked, except he had a bow on his chest.
Opening the door wider, YoungSaeng looked at the picture then up at HyunJoong, leaning up against the door frame. "I wondered what you were doing in my bedroom just before they got here," he said, fanning his face with the picture.
"Merry Christmas, Saeng," HyunJoong chuckled, beckoning him closer. "I know you noticed you didn't get a gift, so here it is."
"You're my present?" YoungSaeng asked in amusement. "Did you keep the receipt?"
The grin on HyunJoong's lips turned into a pout at that. "But why would you want to return me?" he asked, watching YoungSaeng take slow steps into the room. "I'm ever so useful."
"Is that so?" YoungSaeng mused, pressing a knee into the mattress and crawling up on his hands and knees towards him. "I think I'm going to need some convincing that you're a worthwhile present."
"How about a demonstration?" HyunJoong said with a chuckle, grunting slightly when YoungSaeng settled in his lap, straddling his legs.
"I think a demonstration would be appropriate," YoungSaeng nodded, gently pull the bow on HyunJoong's chest off and dropping it off the side of the bed. "I'll have to keep the tags on, just in case."
HyunJoong rolled his eyes at that, his hands sliding up YoungSaeng's thighs and around the curve of his ass to support his back. "I think I know the best way to start," he said, tilting YoungSaeng back to lay him down, undoing the buttons on his pants and tugging them off. "You know, you've been a very good boy this year Saeng."
"I have," YoungSaeng chuckled, wiggling his hips a little and lifting up his arms as HyunJoong started pushing up his shirt. HyunJoong had dropped down to press small kisses to YoungSaeng's belly as he continued pushing the shirt up. Working his way up YoungSaeng's torso, his lips caught one of the man's nipples, sucking on them greedily and enjoying the noises that caused, as well as how YoungSaeng's body arched into his own.
With the shirt lifted and removed, all that stood between them was YoungSaeng's boxers that were slowly beginning to strain. "Mm.. is that a present for me?" HyunJoong murmured, scraping his teeth over one of YoungSaeng's ribs and sliding back down his body until he was nose to nose with YoungSaeng's erection. Sliding his fingers into the hole at the front of the boxers, he slowly stroked the underside of the shaft, looking up at YoungSaeng who had let out a throat moan in reply. "I think it is," he chuckled, hooking his fingers into the waistline and pulling down the boxers and off of YoungSaeng's feet.
Settling back down in between YoungSaeng's legs, he eyed the twitching cock almost critically before leaning in to kiss the head gently, fingers teasing at the length. Lips parting, he slowly slid his mouth down to envelope the length in his mouth, sucking greedily. He could feel YoungSaeng coming apart from the action, the man's body jerking upwards into the heat. HyunJoong pinned YoungSaeng's hips down, nearly gagging when the head of YoungSaeng's cock nearly hit the back of his mouth.
Bobbing his head up and down, HyunJoong loved the texture of the thick shaft as it slid along his tongue. The slightly salty tang of skin, the heady musk of sweat mixed with YoungSaeng's sweet scent invigorated his senses and he growled softly at the arousal it brought up within him. He could feel his own erection throbbing against his stomach, shifting with one hand to jerk at it haphazardly.
"Hyun..." YoungSaeng groaned, lifting himself up onto his elbows to peer down at him. "Hyun... need you," he moaned, running a hand through HyunJoong's hair until he looked up, mouth sliding off his cock with a pop.
"What was that?" HyunJoong teased, tongue snaking out to lap at the underside of the head, sending YoungSaeng into a fit.
"Get... up here.... and fuck me," YoungSaeng hissed, his teeth clenched tightly.
"Yes, sir," HyunJoong said with a grin, kissing the tip of YoungSaeng's cock lightly before sitting up. "First though, you need to roll over."
"Isn't this my Christmas present?" YoungSaeng pouted, but did as asked, rolling onto his hands and knees, ass in the air. "Really I should be the one de- oh," he cut off in midsentence when he felt something soft and warm and wet closing around his entrance. "Hyun," he gasped, rolling his head a little to look behind him.
HyunJoong's hands had spread his ass wide, holding him steady as he slowly licked at the small puckered hole, his tongue sliding around the oddly textured skin before pressing in. YoungSaeng's eyes rolled up into the back of his head when he felt something else, something a little firmer pressing inside of him; a finger to slide alongside HyunJoong's tongue, then another, and another.
At some point, HyunJoong had pulled back his tongue and poured a bit of lubricant on his fingers and began pumping them in and out, fucking him with his long talented fingers. His fingertips just barely brushing against that spot inside that felt so good and made YoungSaeng gasp everytime it was hit.
HyunJoong knew how to play his body like a fiddle. He knew every sensitive spot, and what action to bring out those loud throaty groans, or the harsher pitched cries. He knew in what way to make YoungSaeng come in seconds, or how to drag it out for hours, torturing the younger. This was one of those times when YoungSaeng knew he wouldn't be sleeping for hours, and would have trouble walking in the morning.
"So how do you like your present so far?" HyunJoong asked, startling YoungSaeng a little who was panting, fingers curled into the sheets.
"Breathtaking," YoungSaeng murmured tiredly, whining at the loss as HyunJoong pulled his fingers out.
"I'm glad you like it," HyunJoong whispered in his ear as he folded himself over YoungSaeng's back. YoungSaeng could feel he was grinding his erection against his ass, getting ready. "We're not done yet."
"Didn't think so," YoungSaeng replied, feeling a slight chill when HyunJoong pulled away and gripped his hip tightly with one hand and lining himself up with the other. For a moment, all he felt was the head of HyunJoong's cock against him, slowly stretching him open as HyunJoong pressed in. The burn of being stretched so wide seared through him, up his spine and back down into the base of his balls. It only got better the more HyunJoong pushed in, so slowly that YoungSaeng felt like he was being split completely in two.
It was the best feeling in the world, especially when HyunJoong started to move, slowly pulling out only to press back in, the head of his cock brushing against that wonderful spot that made it all worth it. Everything about what HyunJoong was doing, the way he moved, how hard he gripped YoungSaeng's hip, and how he reached around to jerkily stroke YoungSaeng off was almost too much, YoungSaeng barely holding on.
That was until HyunJoong stopped, and YoungSaeng groaned in frustration as he looked back at him, ready to yell at him. The look HyunJoong was giving him though made the protest die in his throat and he just smiled as he rolled over onto his back, looking up at him. "Well?"
"I like you like this," HyunJoong murmured, lowering down to press kisses all over YoungSaeng's belly and chest. "You look so hot all flushed, and your dick aching to release. You can't yet though, I want to be inside you when you come."
"Better hurry up then," YoungSaeng said, drawing HyunJoong's face up to look into his eyes. One of HyunJoong's arms hooked behind YoungSaeng's knee to push it back against his chest, the other following suit so YoungSaeng's legs were in the air and HyunJoong thrust into him hard. Not expecting that, YoungSaeng's head snapped back as he let out a harsh cry, HyunJoong mouthing along his throat even as he set a harsh, jagged pace.
YoungSaeng couldn't do much more than hold on, his arms around HyunJoong's neck and his fingers digging sharply into his broad shoulders. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried out, loving the sound of skin slapping against skin, not even caring how red his thighs were going to be later and how sore he would be.
"Come for me," HyunJoong hissed, adjusting so he was on his knees and sitting back so he could look down at YoungSaeng even as he continued to thrust into him, hips snapping sharply. "Come, Saeng. I want to see you covered," he whispered, the words in a short staccato rhythm to the thrusts.
Finally having his hands free, YoungSaeng fumbled for his erection, stroking it haphazardly with one hand as he rolled his balls in the other, feeling that coil of release tightening around him. "Hyun," he gasped, back arching up off the bed when a well aimed thrust slammed so hard into him all he could see was white, the release flooding through every nerve in his body, lighting him off like a firecracker. The warm come falling over his hands and onto his belly, dripping down his sides.
It was over in seconds, the waves slowly receding until he was spent, but HyunJoong wasn't finished. YoungSaeng watched him with hazy eyes, watching every muscle tighten in his abs and chest, even his arms corded in anticipation until he buried himself so far into YoungSaeng as he came. His body shuddered, pulling back slowly to press back in again and again until his entire body sagged.
Still recovering from his own high, YoungSaeng smiled up at him softly as HyunJoong leaned down to press their lips together in a gentle kiss, the first one of the night. HyunJoong didn't like to kiss often, but when he did, it was sweet, and full of warmth. These were the times that YoungSaeng loved, and why no matter how much he would get irritated with the older man, he still loved him after all these years.
"Best Christmas present ever," YoungSaeng murmured softly later, when they had cleaned up and were just relaxing together on the bed.
"Oh?" HyunJoong chuckled, playing with YoungSaeng's hair. "Well, I know I don't usually get it right Saeng, so I hope this makes up for all the crappy gifts over the years."
"Mmm.. it's a start," YoungSaeng said, looking up at him with a wry smile. "You do have a lot of gifts to make up for you know."
"Yes... it's going to be a long night isn't it," HyunJoong sighed, shaking his head. "Guess I'll have to cancel that trip to Jeju tomorrow then."
"Jeju?" YoungSaeng perked up, blinking at him. "We're going to Jeju?"
"Yes, but if we're going to be screwing all night I'm not sure if we'll make it to the airport," HyunJoong said. "Such a disappo-hahah! Okay okay!" he shrieked, twisting to get away from YoungSaeng's pinching fingers. "We can just screw when we get there."
"Sounds perfect," YoungSaeng grinned, sliding back up to straddle HyunJoong's waist and kiss him gently. "Merry Christmas, Hyun."
"Merry Christmas, Saeng."