[B25] LIKE GRAVITY (3/4)

[kaisooaufest]

Prompt Code: B25
Title: Like Gravity



“-and then Hunnie saw this very cute puppy.” Kyungsoo nods his head and runs a hand through Sehun’s hair, encouraging the little one to continue on with his recital of what had happened in the park earlier. The boy’s face has even turned red out of the excitement coursing through his veins. Apparently, Jongin had brought the five-year old for a walk early in the morning, and that’s why they weren’t in the apartment. “Can Hunnie get a puppy, Mama?” The boy beams with wide hopeful eyes, and Kyungsoo promptly chokes on his coffee.

“Pleaseeeeeeee….” It is really unfair how adorable Sehun looks when he is begging. “Ahjusshi says Hunnie can have two puppies!” the boy declares, proudly flashing him two of his fingers in a peace sign. This time, it was Jongin who had been sitting across from them that chokes on his drink. Kyungsoo glares at the said ahjusshi, but not for long until a slight blush made its way onto his face; he was still shy from that moment earlier.

“Honey…” Kyungsoo crouches down beside Sehun and gives him a small pout. He hears Jongin making a weird sound, but he ignores him. “I would have loved to gift you a puppy… but then your allergies won’t be able to handle it. I won’t do anything that will endanger your life, baby.” He looks at Sehun jutting his bottom lip out sadly and promptly picks the boy up to cuddle against his chest.

“Has anyone ever told you how you guys are basically carbon copies… it’s almost scary?” Jongin can’t help but smile at the pair who had been pouting at each other. Both turn to face him and he shudders.

“Of course we look alike” Kyungsoo states seriously, “I’m his Mama.” Sehun even nods determinedly before jabbing his index finger at Kyungsoo’s chest.

“Mama!” He half-screams.

And Jongin breaks out into a fond laugh, heart warming because despite knowing that the two across from him shared no biological blood ties, they were the very representation of what love and family would look like in his eyes.

*******

“You should go to sleep now,” Kyungsoo whispers. Jongin barely blinks before resuming his staring. They can’t keep the smiles off their faces. Sehun lets out a short cough, but thankfully it wasn’t one strong enough to rouse him from his sleep. The five-year old was snoozing between them; it was problematic cramming into one bed, albeit a king-sized one, trying to keep close but yet not too close that they were making body contact.

“I don’t think I can ever stop staring at you,” Jongin whispers back seriously. Kyungsoo knows the right reaction is to pretend to retch for it sounded so corny, but there is also a small part of him that liked what the other had said so he averts his eyes shyly.

He feels the other shuffling closer and looks up in alarm. Jongin’s head was now resting above where Sehun is lying, and Kyungsoo leans forward when the other beckons him closer. “Go to sleep, Jongin.” Kyungsoo urges him. He doesn’t tell the other of his selfish intentions, that of so he can stay up and stare at him instead. “I’m afraid that you’d be gone by the time I next open my eyes,” Jongin admits. “You go to sleep first.”

Kyungsoo blinks before leaning forward to press their lips together. “I won’t leave,” he says against the other’s lips, their breaths mingling before Jongin surges forward with more want.

“Don’t wake the kid up,” the latter whispers before cupping Kyungsoo’s cheek and urging for him to part those beautiful lips so he could slip his tongue in. And Kyungsoo just lets him. Both lying in bed and kissing languidly. It’s as if the whole world has stopped revolving and only they matter.

They can’t keep kissing forever though, no matter how much both wanted to. One, their bands will start beeping soon. Two, they wouldn’t want the sound to wake Sehun. Kyungsoo and Jongin knew they couldn’t take their making out further hence they parted at the last second.

“Let’s stop and go to sleep okay?” Kyungsoo smiles.

“For now, yes…” Jongin smirks. “We can always continue later.” He even wags his eyebrows playfully and Kyungsoo smacks his clothed shoulder before holding his hands to Sehun’s two ears.

“Not in front of the kid,” he hisses, but the pink dusting his cheeks hinted that perhaps he had wished for more to.

Kyungsoo ignores the teasing look on Jongin’s face when the latter points that out.

*******

“Jongin?” Kyungsoo watches in confusion when the other taps on the lift’s display panel, “What are you doing?” A strong sense of déjà vu hits him when the lift stalls and Jongin turns to look at him with an unreadable expression on his face. The light on his wristband dies out, but a small fire is lit in his heart - one born from anticipation.

“Who was that new guy at the orphanage?” Kyungsoo shuffles his feet nervously as Jongin advances to him with a dark glint in his eyes. A prey - that’s what he is at the moment. He feels like a prey trapped in an enclosure with a mighty beast.

“J-Jongdae…” Kyungsoo mentions, glancing at the closed doors before turning back to the younger, “He just started today. I was assigned to teach him how we go about running the home. Why do y-you ask?” Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut when Jongin stops right in front of him and reaches out to hold his chin.

“I don’t like how he was touching you,” The younger whispers in his ear and Kyungsoo shudders. Are you jealous? Kyungsoo wants to ask that, but he holds his tongue instead because his mind is distracted by the way Jongin was tracing a finger over his bottom lip. “I just got you all to myself… I don’t like sharing, Do Kyungsoo.”

Jongin takes a step back and folds his arms across his chest, smirking triumphantly when the other whines unexpectedly at the loss of physical contact. Kyungsoo lifts his hands up to cover his embarrassed cheeks. Why am I so desperate to feel his touch?

“Come here, Kyungsoo,” Jongin whispers after a short period of silence. When the other stays still, out of mortification more than anything, Jongin strides forward instead and presses Kyungsoo up against the lift wall. “I don’t like you smiling at him like that… because you should only smile at me in that way,” the younger admits in a whisper, and Kyungsoo finally opens his eyes to peer up at the face inches away from his own.

“Okay.” He nods, breaking out into a small smile as he watches the desperate pouty look slip off Jongin’s face to be replaced with a relieved grin. His heart warms at the reminder of just how important he is to the younger and just how much the younger cherishes him. “Now kiss me, Jongin,” Kyungsoo says, catching the other off guard. “You don’t want to kiss me?” He pouts when Jongin doesn’t react.

The next thing he knows, the younger had crushed their lips together. “Oh my dear Kyungsoo… I want to do more than just kiss you.” Jongin leans back to caress his face before resuming their lip lock. Is it the lack of ventilation in the lift, or is it because of their energy that a heated atmosphere was ignited?

Kyungsoo lets out a soft moan before flushing red when Jongin’s fingers slides down his sides to rest at his hipbones. “Do you like how I touch you, Kyungsoo?” the younger whispers against the shell of his ear. The tingly feeling was probably back a thousandfold, and Kyungsoo was addicted; he wants to explore to what extent his heart could race; he wants to explore to what degree Jongin can show him how much he loves him.

“Don’t stop.” Kyungsoo grabs the other’s hands and slid them further down ’til they were cupping his bottoms. Jongin gulps and does his best to resist giving in and giving them a tight squeeze. “You drive me insane, my love… Are you allowing me to do t-this? To touch you all over until we lose ourselves in the moment?” He asks. “I would prefer taking this to our bed, but we won’t have sufficient time for me to fully worship your body if not for this lift.”

Kyungsoo actually takes a minute to assess the other’s words. He’d read somewhere before, probably one of the illegal publications when he was a teen, that when two persons were in love, they will usually engage in what was termed lovemaking to solidify their bond, forming an almost unbreakable connection between lovers. The Kyungsoo then had slammed the magazine shut and disposed of it because just the thought of doing something illegal irked him, so he doesn’t know what lovemaking is.

But from the way Jongin was staring at him and the way their bodies were pressed together with neither looking likely to push away, Kyungsoo figures he is about to find out.

“W-Wait.” He nibbles on his bottom lip as Jongin studies him carefully. “I haven’t done this before, I’m afraid of screwing things up between us-” He fell silent when Jongin shushes him with a small smile on his face.

“It’s okay, Kyungsoo. I haven’t done this before either.” The younger gives his shoulders a little shrug, “We can be each other’s first.”

Kyungsoo looks up at Jongin with wide curious eyes. “But then, how would we know whether we’re doing it correctly?” he questions.

“Making love is more than just the act, Kyungsoo, there’s no right or wrong in my opinion. It’s also about the emotions… Regardless, I think I know the gist of it.” Jongin smirks.

“I knew it,” Kyungsoo deadpans. “I knew you’ve actually got a porn collection hidden somewhere in the apartment.”

Jongin splutters and denies it though his furious arm waving and blush does nothing to convince Kyungsoo otherwise. “I do not!” The younger pouts, “You’ve seen the many photos of you (of us) hanging in that room. There’s no porn collection in there like you initially suspected!” Jongin huffs.

“Then how do you know the gist of lovemaking?” Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow, cooing inwardly at the flustered (and oh so adorable) look on Jongin’s panicky face. Unbeknown to Kyungsoo, the younger has researched on the topic before by combing through the Internet; that’s why he knew. It wasn’t an easy feat, especially with the city’s Internet security following such stringent guidelines by the central government.

“Unless, you’ve done it before with someone else? You hurt me so-”

Kyungsoo jumps when Jongin slams his hand against the wall right beside his ear. “How dare you, Do Kyungsoo…” The latter leans in dangerously close, eyes narrowing, “How dare you accuse me of such a thing when you know for how long my heart has belonged to you?” Jongin’s expression softens at the shocked look on Kyungsoo’s face. “Only you,” he adds in a whisper.

“Perhaps, I should remind you instead.” Kyungsoo shuts his eyes and readily parts his lips when Jongin surges forward. It wasn’t just making out or fooling around anymore. For a start, Jongin has a clear goal in mind, and Kyungsoo is more than willing to work with him until they both cross the finishing line.

“Are you sur-” Kyungsoo pants when they pull away only slightly so that Jongin could unbutton his button-down.

“Just go with the flow, my love… don’t think.” The younger presses his lips against Kyungsoo’s body once the creamy white skin on his neck and shoulders were revealed. Because losing oneself in the moment renders thoughts redundant. Kyungsoo runs his hands down Jongin’s lower back as the latter pops button by button until finally he could discard the shirt.

“It’s a pity the lift’s so dark with the powers off…” Jongin whispers in the midst of rolling his tongue against one of Kyungsoo’s nipples, eliciting a drawn-out moan of his name from the latter, “I can’t properly feast my eyes on your body, Kyungsoo.” Jongin releases the nub and continues on his way down, not forgetting to nip before kissing every spot on the other’s body he’d like to taint with his mark.

That new pervy guy can kiss my ass, because every inch of this belongs to me.

Kyungsoo feels delirious as he allows his head to fall back and rest against the surface behind him. Every nerve in his body was so sensitive; he never wants the other to stop. “Please Jongin…” He doesn’t know why he’s begging but he does it anyway. “More Jongin, please.” Kyungsoo glances down when he feels Jongin unbuckling the belt of his jeans before releasing the button and dragging the zip down slowly. He whimpers.

The older doesn’t know how the other can stand it. Perhaps, he was always the more impatient man between them? “I swear to god-” Kyungsoo was just about to pull a threat on the other when Jongin slides his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and pulls the remaining clothes on his body off. He was standing very much naked in front of another person, but as opposed to feeling embarrassed or self-conscious, Kyungsoo feels confident because the way Jongin was staring at him is nothing short of the feeling a blind man gets when he admires the sunrise for the very first time.

“My love, you are absolutely beautiful,” Jongin breathes out and actually takes a step back to appraise him. Even under the dim lighting, he knows the creature before him is stunning. “And you’re all mine.” Jongin smiles proudly before falling to his knees in front of Kyungsoo. The latter feels his knees buck when Jongin grabs onto the base of his cock and starts pumping the muscle.

“J-Jongin,” Kyungsoo whimpers when the said male flicked his thumb against the head. Please, please, please. He unknowingly threads his fingers through the other’s hair, Jongin’s head hovering just above his dick. The latter doesn’t really know if it would be considered weird if he wraps his lips around Kyungsoo’s member and sucks, but he figures there isn’t really anything wrong with trying, so he proceeds.

Judging from the heady moan Kyungsoo emits, he’d liked it; hence it’s a small success. Jongin pecks the head and dips his tongue in the slit, lapping at it and liking the unique taste of only Kyungsoo. The latter’s grip on his shoulders could be considered somewhat painful, but the pressure lifts when Jongin lets the other’s cock rest on his tongue before sliding further forward, taking him deeper into his mouth.

“Yes!” Kyungsoo whimpers when he hits the back of Jongin’s throat, the small jolt a spreading wildfire in his body and mind. Yes. He locks eyes with the younger as Jongin bobs his head up and down his length, showing the pace and fervor of a man drunk on lust and love.

Is this what lovemaking is? Kyungsoo wonders.

Or is this just part of the process?

He hopes.

Jongin holds the back of Kyungsoo’s knees when he feels the other growing weak under the intense pressure of the coil in his stomach. If he was doing it right, Kyungsoo shouldn’t be holding on for much longer. “I-I’m…” True enough, the other stutters and grips Jongin’s head gently, rocking in tandem with the younger’s motions.

“Come for me, my love.” Jongin hums around his cock, and it is the added vibration that pushes Kyungsoo over the edge.

“Jongin!” He comes with an unrestrained yell, pupils dilating in wonder as he comes in spurts into his lover’s mouth. And Jongin takes it all in like a champ, sucking him up ’til every precious drop was gone.

When he finally pulls back, Kyungsoo’s legs give out and the male slides down to settle on the floor. “How was it?” Jongin asks, nibbling nervously on his bottom lip, half-afraid the other would declare it sucks despite the obvious being displayed. He crawls forward to straddle Kyungsoo when the latter beckons him forward.

“I loved it,” Kyungsoo whispers before pulling his head down to kiss him. “I love you,” he adds, eyes shining with happiness when he stares back at Jongin. The younger smiles dopily before leaning his forehead against Kyungsoo’s. He said it! Jongin sees the sincerity in the other’s eyes, which meant that it wasn’t just a superficial comment made in passing. He finally said I love you back

“What about you though?” He hears Kyungsoo asking in the midst of the celebration he was holding in his head.

“I loved it too, of course.” Jongin sighs dreamily.

“Not that!” Kyungsoo knocks their heads together lightly before shifting his hand down. It is then that Jongin is reminded of his own erection from the pressure Kyungsoo’s hand was placing on his bulge.

“Shouldn’t we do something about it?” The older doesn’t question it when Jongin shifts him gently to lie on the floor.

“There is one way to go about it…” The latter whispers, hands fumbling with his jeans before he tugs them off of his legs a little carelessly. Kyungsoo’s eyes were growing larger by the second, but his anticipation was exponential.

“I’m going to try something. Don’t be weirded out,” Jongin warns before popping three of his fingers into his mouth. Kyungsoo just watches silently as the other wets his digits before pulling them out. “It might sting a little.” Jongin blinks nervously before proceeding when Kyungsoo gives him an encouraging nod and smile. He pushes in a finger, but not too quickly as he waits for the other to get used to the intrusion.

“How does it feel?” Jongin asks.

“A little painful I admit… but I can get used to-OH” Kyungsoo pauses and grips the other’s wrist when he crooks his finger in a certain direction.

“Did I get it right?” Jongin’s eyes were full of hope. “Do it again.” Kyungsoo whispers instead, and nearly half a second later, he gasps before exhaling deeply.

Jongin slips in another finger when the other was distracted. He wishes he had thought of bringing a bottle of lubricant with him, which would undoubtedly make it more comfortable for the other male. But he supposes the spontaneity of the situation couldn’t preempt for its need. As for how he even knows what lubricant is and where to procure it, let’s just say the Internet taught him plenty.

“Just a little more…” Jongin whispers and thrusts his fingers in and out of Kyungsoo’s pale pink hole. The latter wants to ask just how big Jongin is if he had to prepare him so thoroughly, but he sees the answer for himself when the younger shimmies out of his briefs. Kyungsoo gulps, ignoring the blush on Jongin’s cheeks for his eyes were focused on something else.

“It’s unfair how big you are when I’m one year and two days older than you,” he complains pettily. Jongin actually chuckles and moves closer on his knees. Hand propping up his body to the left of Kyungsoo’s face, the younger holds his erection with his right and gives it a few tugs before aligning himself to his lover’s waiting entrance.

“This is me making love to you, Kyungsoo.” Jongin whispers and kisses him once before penetrating the other slowly. The burn was painful, but the younger’s comforting words and entrancing eyes soothed Kyungsoo.

Jongin stills and rubs at the sides of Kyungsoo’s hips gently, affording the latter some time to breathe and adjust to his larger than average size. “Is this it?” Kyungsoo whispers. So making love is just inserting one’s reproductive organ into the other’s body? The younger wants to laugh at how clueless the older is in understanding love and everything that comes with it.

“No… now we do more,” Jongin grunts as he pulls out slightly before rocking back into Kyungsoo’s warmth. A smirk threatens to bloom on his face at the shell shock - but totally in a good way - look Kyungsoo was sporting.

Oh. The latter’s mouth curls into an O shape when Jongin thrusts in and out again. “I-I get why some people choose to defy the law for this now, J-Jongin.” Kyungsoo grips the other’s shoulder tightly as Jongin hovers his face over his neck to nip at the skin.

“Why’s that?” He asks before leaning back to stare down fondly at his lover. Jongin smiles and uses one hand to caress Kyungsoo’s face.

“Because the f-feeling- Ah” Kyungsoo gets cut off when the other swivels his hips in another way. Jongin smiles knowingly and glances down at the way his cock was entering and leaving Kyungsoo’s body. “It’s fucking w-worth it, that’s why.” He bites out and Jongin responds happily with an even harder thrust.

“Don’t stop, okay?” Kyungsoo gasps and his hands fall to the floor at his sides, desperately clawing the surface, trying to find purchase of any kind as Jongin picks up the pace.

“Never planned to,” the younger whispers in reply before gripping Kyungsoo’s hips and pulling him up and against how he was thrusting down. The friction created by his action drove them insane.

“Remember this, Kyungsoo,” Jongin grunts as he slides in and out of the other. “I want you to remember how I make love to you so that you will never doubt my heart again.” Kyungsoo moans in reply and stares up silently at Jongin’s face. The sound of their skin-on-skin action was lewd yet not undesirable; the latter’s balls and thighs hitting against Kyungsoo’s bottoms and the back of his thighs, tainting his asscheeks a pretty pink.

“J-Jongin.” Kyungsoo’s hands came up to wrap around his firm biceps as the familiar coil in his stomach reappears. The said male hums but doesn’t relent on the pace he had set for himself.

“We come together, my love,” Jongin hisses when he feels his own orgasm build. His hands had the good initiative to scoot over and hold Kyungsoo’s pulsing cock, giving it some light squeezes he figures is much appreciated from the way the other exhales in bliss.

Jongin knows he just has to find the trigger to set them both off. Pummeling back in at a different angle proved to be the final puzzle piece as Kyungsoo’s back arches in pleasure, his loudest moan yet ripping from his throat. It is without words that their eyes meet, and neither looks away as Jongin rocks into Kyungsoo.

If it’s just one image or memory that they can take away from their first lovemaking session, it would be the way they look at each other; there was even more love in their eyes than their actions. Jongin wishes he could reach his phone lying in the pair of jeans he had dumped to the corner of the lift previously; he wants to document the moment and add a photo to their collection.

But alas, he was not going to withdraw from his lover now that they were so close to the edge.

With a loud grunt, Jongin stills and ejaculates into Kyungsoo. His fingers had clenched inadvertently upon losing his mind in his orgasm, resulting in the other spilling himself into Jongin’s hand a split second after. “I love you, Kyungsoo.” The younger shifts his face to the side to meet Kyungsoo’s lips in a languid kiss, neither sensing any urgency to separate from each other.

“Wow,” the older whispers dazedly after a minute. Jongin smiles and leans his head against Kyungsoo’s shoulder. “I can’t believe we had sex in this lift for the very first time, just so we could skirt around the existence of these bands.” He chuckles and lifts his arm up. Both males eye the wristband with contempt.

“I’m sorry our first time couldn’t be more special.” Jongin frowns and rubs at Kyungsoo’s lower back worriedly. “Are you already aching? Our bed would have been best if not-” The younger was silenced by Kyungsoo’s palm to his lips.

“It is beyond special to me, Jongin. Don’t underestimate yourself and the moment that has just passed.” Kyungsoo smiles fondly at him before sitting up. He hates the moment Jongin slips out of him.

Jongin nods dumbly and helps the other dress up before slipping on his own pair of jeans. “Here, use mine.” He offers his shirt to clean off the remaining semen on Kyungsoo’s chest and stomach before wiping down his own hand. They had only just finished putting on their clothes, with the exception of Jongin who was naked from the waist up, when the lights overhead came back on and the lift’s display screen transited to a live feed. Kyungsoo gasps and shuffles away from Jongin when the light on his wristband returns.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” They hear and see a man dressed in a security guard’s uniform peering at the cam. Jongin steps into view at once whereas Kyungsoo shrinks back to the corner of the lift in alarm. If they had been caught in the act, it would have marked the end.

“Yes, my life partner and I were stuck in the lift when trying to get to the top floor… must be a technical fault of some kind,” the younger says calmly.

Keep calm and play it cool, Jongin. He encourages himself inwardly, praying that the other wouldn’t question his lack of a top.

“I’m sorry to make you wait long then, sir.” The guard bows apologetically. “We were only alerted to the stalled lifts by Madam Chung who lives on the floor below yours.” Jongin spots the said elder peeking over the guard’s shoulder to stare at him. “Given her condition, it’s great that the lifts have been fixed so that you and your partner can return home and Madam Chung need not struggle up the stairs hmm?”

There wasn’t an ounce of suspicion in the security guard’s eyes and Jongin feels relieved beyond words. “Thank you. We shall head home now so that others can use the lifts.” Jongin nods in parting before pressing the button to the top floor. They remain silent on the remaining trip up, both males standing far apart just in case.

The moment their front door shuts behind them, Kyungsoo lets out a wail and buries his face into his hands. “What’s wrong?” Jongin panics and hurries over to the other. Did I hurt him?

“I can’t believe we almost forced the poor old lady to climb twenty stories because we were selfishly occupying the lift f-for-to-argh,” Kyungsoo stutters, blush rapidly emerging just at the memory of it. “I will never be able to look her in the eyes again.” He ends off with yet another wail before storming up the stairs in the direction of their room.

Jongin chuckles and follows after him. For a second there, he’d almost scared himself in thinking that Kyungsoo had regretted the sex. “What other options do we have though?” Jongin asks, walking beside his lover. “That’s the only place we will have sufficient time to you know-” He wags his eyebrows teasingly and Kyungsoo gasps and whacks him on the arm, hard.

“I don’t care!” the latter huffs and throws himself on the bed once he was close enough to do so without the risk of face planting onto the carpet. “Your genius mind better figure out how to deal with these bands. If not, I’m not letting you touch me again,” Kyungsoo threatens. Jongin snaps his jaw shut so fast and vows to head back to the lab at dawn; he will work his hardest to get the other to retract his words.

“Cuddle?” he whispers with hope lacing his voice, only to whine pathetically when Kyungsoo rolls his eyes at him and shoves a pillow between them. Like it’d do anything to stop Jongin if he so wishes to reach Kyungsoo. The younger pouts. He had hoped that they could cuddle in their post-coital bliss. Jongin grits his teeth in determination. He’d work his hardest to ensure that the wish comes true soon.

He falls asleep soon enough, drained from their earlier romp in the lift. Jongin doesn’t know that Kyungsoo stays awake long enough to lean over and kiss him on the side of his lips the second a soft snore escapes his lips. “I love you, Jongin.” Kyungsoo relents and traces a finger along the slope of Jongin’s nose gently, careful not to rouse the other from his sleep. “Thank you for believing in me and showing me what love is again.”

Jongin’s gentle snore breaks off into an abrupt snort, and Kyungsoo freezes, only to giggle a moment later when the younger turns away from him, still covered in the blanket that is sleep, to face the other wall in his sleep. It was endearing to him. He stares at Jongin’s broad back and wonders just how easy it is to scoot over and cling onto him; to give him a backhug.

Kyungsoo glares at the pillow separating them as he retreats to his side of the bed with a drawn-out sigh.

*******

“It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” Kyungsoo peers at Baekhyun who was sitting across from him in the playroom, a bunch of five-year olds crowded in between them, squabbling over whose drawings were nicer.

“What is?” the other replies, and Kyungsoo frowns and narrows his eyes at his friend.

“The reversal of the memory wipe… didn’t you-” he blurted, but was cut off again by Baekhyun’s forced cough.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” the other caregiver says in a singsong manner.

Weird. Kyungsoo glares at Baekhyun. Jongin had told him that Chanyeol invited Baekhyun to try out their invention since they now know that it works from Kyungsoo’s previous triumph. He narrows his eyes at the other, his lips already parting to prepare an inquisition. “I thought you got your-” He pauses because Baekhyun had just given him a very big, slow wink. He fucking winked at me!

“Are you experiencing any muscle spasms?” Kyungsoo blurts. The other groans and rolls his eyes. Baekhyun was giving him a look and it took him quite some time before he figured out that the other was only pretending.

Oh. Kyungsoo blushes and stares down at his fingers silently. “We’re not supposed to talk about it, Kyungsoo!” Baekhyun hisses and prods at his knee. The younger scowls and slaps away the other’s feet. I know… but I can’t help it.

“I was just curious about what memories you had recovered, and if they were as interesting as mine.” Kyungsoo pouts and turns his back on Baekhyun, facing the windows now instead of the door.

“No one can beat you, Soo… Your love story with Jongin is a drama in itself.” The other scoffs. “Chanyeol wasn’t in my past memories, though I did recall some special moments I shared with my mum before she passed on.” Baekhyun divulges, “It was nice.” Kyungsoo feels someone climbing onto his back, tiny arms coming around to wrap around his neck. At least he was wearing a turtleneck.

“Anyways… Chanyeol and I just got our first letter.” At that, Kyungsoo glances back and stares at Baekhyun. “We’re not sure if we should just get it done now or wait until the last minute?” The other was nibbling on his bottom lip, and Kyungsoo understands what he was talking about and why he was acting in that manner.

The cell reconfiguration phase and assistive reproductive technology. All life partners were given a grace period of two years to undergo the compulsory process. “It’s only a matter of time before we have to do it anyways… what do you think?” Baekhyun asks him.

“I think it isn’t natural for babies to be born outside of the womb,” Kyungsoo answers in the most straightforward manner. “Even for male-male pairs like us who can never conceive naturally like females can… it’s just weird to have something growing from a mere cell in a test-tube to an actual human baby.” His hands swing to his back to support the falling boy’s bum once he feels the kid sliding down. Kyungsoo doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s Sehun clinging onto him.

“But at least with this piece of technology we’re able to have biological children of our own?” Baekhyun shrugs. “I mean some days, I can’t help but imagine our future baby… he will most probably inherit Chanyeol’s height and big ears, and maybe my droopy eyes.” Kyungsoo smiles at the bright look on Baekhyun’s face. At least his friend looks happy.

“It could be a blessing in disguise,” Baekhyun concludes. “Don’t you and Jongin want to have kids of your own too?” Kyungsoo actually takes a minute to ponder. Do I want to have a mini Jongin running around the house? His lips curl up at the edges subconsciously.

“Of course I want children of my own.” He bites on his bottom lip in an attempt to rein in his smile. “I can’t vouch for Jongin, but I think he will want children too just because I wish for it.”

Baekhyun glances up at the shadow behind the half-open door to the room before turning to face his friend again. “Why is that?” He asks with a hint of a smirk on his face.

“Because he loves me?” Kyungsoo mentions at once, smiling dazedly as he looks down at his lap. He doesn’t register the fact that the kids in the room had all turned silent and were now staring curiously at the man who had only just entered.

“I admit I’m against cell reconfigurations,” Kyungsoo huffs when Sehun launches himself onto his shoulders, “but now that you mentioned it… I quite like the thought of having a little boy with my big eyes and Jongin’s plump lips running around our home.” He chuckles to himself. “I’m really happy for you, Kyungsoo,” he hears Baekhyun say, but he was too occupied with fixing the hair of the small girl now standing in front of him to actually turn around.

“I’m happy that you’re a happier person now because of Jongin, Soo. You’re very lucky.” Baekhyun can’t keep his eyes off the man standing behind Kyungsoo who was practically glowing. Yes, I’m lucky Jongin loves me. Kyungsoo smiles to himself but finds his body freezing up when Sehun yells “Ahjusshi!” near his ear.

“Please tell me that’s the cleaner ahjusshi and not the other ahjusshi, Sehunnie.” He whispers, but the silence in the room does nothing to prevent everyone from overhearing his words.

“No, Mama’s ahjusshi!” The five-year old beams and waves at Jongin, and the latter winks back.

Shit. It took him three seconds before he figures he probably looked stupid saying what he had just said in the presence of the other man. “I SAID NOTHING.” Kyungsoo bolts out of the room, determined not to stare as he brushes past Jongin. Sehun giggles and remains clinging onto Kyungsoo’s neck, having been lifted up conveniently when the other stood.

“Bye bye ahjusshi.” The five-year old waves cutely before he and Kyungsoo were gone from sight, having turned the corner.

“You should go after him.” Baekhyun jerks his head in the direction of the door, rolling his eyes when Jongin turns to him, foolish grin still on his face.

“He said he wanted my kids right?” the younger whispers. “I wasn’t fantasizing?” Jongin stares at him with prodding wide eyes. “Yes, loverboy… now go divide Kyungsoo’s legs and multiply if you know what I mean.” The other stares at Baekhyun like he’d just grown an extra head.

“You’re gross.” Jongin shakes his head disappointedly before rushing out of the room.

“Baekkie… why did you tell that ahjusshi to divide Dudu’s legs?” an innocent girl in pigtails stands before him and asks before a couple more children gathers around her and stares curiously at him.

“Uhmmm… haha.” Baekhyun’s eyes dart around nervously as his jaw hangs. To think that he’s on the brink of tainting innocent minds. “You guys haven’t learned your divisions yet, that’s why you don’t know…” He claps his hands and praises himself inwardly for the save. “Probably when you’re older, okay? You’ll know when you’re much older.”

The children murmurs amongst themselves before one points out to Baekhyun. “Dudu said we’re learning our multiplies and divides next week,” the boy announces. And Baekhyun could only blink spastically.

Well, fuck.

*******

“Kyungsoo!” The said male looks up at Jongdae’s voice and smiles back in greeting. “Why do you look so clammy?” The other caregiver stalks up to him and presses his palm against Kyungsoo’s forehead, startling the latter to stare up at him with wide eyes. Sehun peeks around Kyungsoo’s neck and glares at the dino man touching his Mama. Only my ahjusshi can touch my Mama.

“Your body’s not burning up…” Jongdae murmurs, his other hand placed on his own forehead to compare their body temperatures.

“I’m fine, Jongdae,” Kyungsoo blurts, and just as he was about to take a step back and move out from under the other’s touch, a hand stretches past him to grab Jongdae’s wrist and quite harshly returns it back to the said owner.

“Ouch!” The other caregiver jumps when his own hand smacks himself across the face before his mind could even process what was going on.

Kyungsoo stifles a laugh because Jongin had quite literally used Jongdae’s hand to smack the other’s own face. The gobsmacked expression on the latter also proved hilarious. Jongin brushes aside his soft “Are you okay?” to Jongdae and butts in.

“Hello Byuntae,” the younger ignores the squawk Jongdae emits (and giggle from Kyungsoo), dismissively whispering a “whatever” when the other caregiver huffs indignantly and declares, “The name’s Jongdae… I’m not named pervert.”

Jongin sweeps a hand through his hair and curls a protective arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, pulling him against his sides with a single firm tug. A proud smile was camped on his face the second he feels Kyungsoo gripping his shirt back. “I’m Jongin, Kyungsoo’s life partner.” And lover. And husband. And everything you will never ever be! He adds in his mind pettily. Jongin smirks when he notes Jongdae’s jaw clenching.

He also smirks when he feels Sehun climbing over from where he was perched on Kyungsoo to cling onto his back instead. The five-year old had really taken to him and it heartens him immensely.

Meanwhile, Kyungsoo was staring up at Jongin fondly. The soft pressure of the latter’s fingertips on his waist hinted at the slight possessiveness, but it’s moments like this when he feels he could swoon over Jongin. Kyungsoo knows that his lover has always been wary of the other man; he’d snorted and dismissed Jongin’s previous accusations that Jongdae was probably out to seduce him, and someone as pretty and innocent like him would never stand a chance. Watching Jongin stake his claim over him now, in the presence of Jongdae, makes his heart flutter even more.

Who knew jealous Jongin could be so attractive?

“I didn’t know you already had a life partner, Kyungsoo.” Jongdae ignores Jongin and tries to meet his fellow caregiver’s eyes.

“NOW YOU DO.” The younger practically blocks Jongdae’s sight of Kyungsoo with his entire face shoved too far up the other’s personal space. Jongdae thinks he can see Jongin’s pores if he squints.

Life partner be damned… Jongdae rolls his eyes and tries to look at Kyungsoo. Keyword: tries. Jongin was having none of it however. “Anyways, I was wondering if-”

Jongdae was rudely interrupted when Jongin interrupts him with a “GOOD BYE BYUNTAE, I’M GOING TO DIVIDE KYUNGSOO’S LEGS AND WE ARE GOING TO MULTIPLY IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN,” and half-drags Kyungsoo away. The latter rolls his eyes to the heavens and bemoans how he had fell in love with an idiot.

Jongdae’s jaw falls open when Jongin turns back to smirk at him. Sehun too, joining in the act as the child turns around to stick out his tongue at him.

*******

“Was what you said back then true?” Jongin just couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Kyungsoo prefers to glare at the ceiling rather than pay attention to the male lying beside him. He hears the sheets rustling though, and just as curiosity got to him, Kyungsoo grunts as a leg was swung over to lock his thighs against the bed.

“Jongin,” he mutters in warning because they weren’t wearing any pants, only their boxers; the countdown on both male’s bands start when the younger’s bare leg makes contact with his skin.

“What’s the matter? We still have time geez… 50, 49, 48…” Jongin reads out the numbers flashing in bright yellow. “You know, I just can’t wait for the day we make a breakthrough on these devices.” He wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s chest and nuzzles his face against the crook of the other’s neck. Might as well make full use of the remaining time.

“How’s that going so far?” Kyungsoo asks, head coming to lean against Jongin’s naturally.

“Not bad I presume…” the latter replies, “We’re trying to devise a way we can break these bands without sounding the alarm.” Kyungsoo yawns, though he tries to cover it up with an embarrassed hand. Cute. Jongin stills and stares at the other for a moment before smothering him with kisses to the face.

“You’re a skinship addict, Jongin,” Kyungsoo giggles and tries to shift away from the other’s persistent lips. But he fails because Jongin was still pinning him down.

“Smile for the camera, love.” Kyungsoo yells an affronted “Hey!” when the other forces him to face the camera and presses the shutter on his phone regardless, before breaking out into a bout of laughter. “I can’t wait to print that photo out.” Jongin smiles, whereas Kyungsoo huffs in frustration and shoots him the evil eye because he reckons he’d probably looked hilarious, having not been prepared for the shot.

“But about these bands… we haven’t got around to the actual testing stage yet because we’re afraid that should we fail, the alarms will be activated, and we can’t risk the police finding our laboratory.” Jongin resumes the conversation on the previous topic, brows furrowing at the mere thought of it.

“Don’t stress yourself too much. Regardless of its success, I’m always amazed about how you scientists actually come with all these great ideas… how do you even do it? I mean… it’s not something the schools teach, you know?” Kyungsoo mentions to distract the other from his obvious worries. “My Dad’s the genius, ask him.” Jongin shrugs, “I’m just his assistant.”

“No, you are not. You’re just being modest.” Kyungsoo scoffs. The pair separated unwillingly when the number 1 flashed on their bands. “You helped with the memory reverse machine, didn’t you?” Jongin gives the other a small shrug. “And it worked, didn’t it?” Kyungsoo leans his face closer, edges of his lips tugged up. By now, the younger had grown quite red in the face.

“So?” Jongin dismisses. And Kyungsoo groans before climbing over to sit on the latter’s chest, feet propped against the bed so that his thighs weren’t touching the other.

That gave Jongin quite the view of his pure creamy thighs. The younger’s eyes traveled southwards and a frown made it’s way onto his face when the edges of Kyungsoo’s boxers appeared to deter him from seeing much more. “Hey! Eyes up here.” Kyungsoo taps his cheek twice, snapping him out of his reverie.

Jongin stares up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t like how you think so little of yourself, Jongin.” Kyungsoo folds his arms across his chest. “Where did the ever confident Nini go? Where’s the boy who likes to brag to his best friend that his math scores are higher?” He claps his hands against Jongin’s cheeks and stares down at the other. “Your achievements are spectacular, Jongin. Don’t put yourself down and for goodness sake, do take some credit for your accomplishments.”

“Okay…” Jongin whispers meekly because Kyungsoo looks so frustrated; he might just be on the brink of an outburst. He didn’t want to make the other mad. Another reason was that the earlier thoughts of his lover’s thighs had ignited something in him, and he could just feel the beginning of an erection in his boxers.

Kyungsoo was just about to ramble on when he spots the look of discomfort on Jongin’s face. “… And why are your cheeks so red?” He narrows his eyes at the latter. Jongin actually whimpers when Kyungsoo lets out a soft “Oh” in understanding, after having scooted back a little and accidently grazing his hard on.

“You know… I did mention previously that I’m not allowing you to touch me until we deal with these bands.” Jongin figures he hated the way Kyungsoo’s voice sounded somewhat cocky. The other’s smirk too; it hinted that Kyungsoo just might have something up his sleeves. Not knowing what it is, that’s the reason why Jongin was becoming antsy.

“Can’t we make an exception this time?” Jongin prays his eyes were widened big enough, and his pout convincing enough, for the other to take pity on him and indulge them in some intimate times.

“Hmmm…” Kyungsoo makes a big show out of it in the way he rubs at his chin in mock contemplation.

“Didn’t you say you wanted my children?” Jongin blurts, “That means we should have lots of sex. Let’s start now. We probably can’t go all the way but at least let’s do something.” You can’t blame him for being eager.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, “You can’t impregnate me no matter how many times we do it… I’m not a female.” He was enjoying watching Jongin writhe under him with unsatisfied want as he dragged the time out.

“You could be one though.” Kyungsoo’s jaw drops at the audacity Jongin had to even suggest that. “Perhaps your parents had you go through a sex reassignment surgery when you were young? You never know if-”

Jongin’s delirious rambling was cut off into a sharp gasp when Kyungsoo reaches behind him to grab his clothed dick roughly. “You’re even speaking nonsense now… has all the blood left your brains for your dick?” Jongin moans, only to bite down on his bottom lip a half-second later to stop himself, when Kyungsoo gives him a little squeeze.

The other has him wrapped around his tiny fingers. And that takes both literal and quite figurative meanings.

“You will be the death of me someday.” Jongin gives up and allows his head to fall back on the pillow. Glancing up at Kyungsoo, he watches the slight moment of hesitation before the other reaches into his boxers to pull him out of its constraints. “First and only exception.” Kyungsoo declares. But they both knew that he meant far from it.

“Look at you…” Jongin chuckles, “Just days ago, Do Kyungsoo was still a naïve, pure guy, unsure of how to have sex, and whether we were doing it right. Now…” He looks Kyungsoo up and down and smirks. “You’re an addi-” Jongin stops short of saying the word addict because of the other’s palm over his lips.

He groans however when the other rids them both of their boxers before shuffling forward to hover above his member standing proud and tall. “Wait!” Jongin shoots a hand out to stop Kyungsoo just when he was about to sink down on him. A part of the younger’s brain cusses at him for delaying his own pleasure. “You should prepare yourself first. Get the lube in the first drawer.”

Kyungsoo frowns, body still stuck in an awkward position above Jongin. “How and why do you even have… OH” Kyungsoo blinks. And Jongin just knows the other was about to make reference to his inexistent porn collection for he shouts out, “No. Just… No.” Kyungsoo giggles before lowering himself slightly so that only the head of Jongin’s cock was breaching him.

“It’s okay.” He tries to convince a worried-looking Jongin, “I don’t need the lube… We’ll just have to take it slow.” But the problem was they didn’t have time to take it slow. Jongin grips Kyungsoo’s waist to support the other when he sinks down at one go, the latter’s mouth falling open to let out a moan as Jongin’s girth splits him open.

He looks at his band; the numbers were just decreasing from 43 to 42, before glancing up at an unmoving Kyungsoo. “Maybe we should just call it off for n-” Jongin lets loose a loud “Fuck!” when his lover knocks the senses out of him when he raises himself and allows gravity to pull him down on Jongin’s cock once more. “We don’t have enough time.” Jongin grunts out as Kyungsoo bounces himself up and down in several quick successions. The younger was torn between feeling absolutely mind-blown and worried for Kyungsoo’s condition.

“Just shut up,” the one on top pants, eyes boring into Jongin’s. His unspoken words were understood though, from the way the latter bucks his hips up to thrust into him. 26, 25… “Faster, Jongin,” Kyungsoo urges as he too ups his pace. We’re never going to make it, Jongin figures. He could feel his build up to orgasm but he had quite some way to go. Kyungsoo too, undoubtedly.

“Jongin, Jongin…” Kyungsoo repeats the other’s name numerous times as he rides him aggressively. He could feel the pain from his lower half slowly creeping in, but he much prefers to keep it up because Kyungsoo wanted to feel the pleasure of coming alongside Jongin once again; he wanted to feel the pleasure of coming during lovemaking with his lover once again.

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin whispers in warning after a quick glimpse down at his wrist.

“Don’t stop!” the older shouts, ignoring the other. Almost there. Please… He could already feel himself reaching the brink of euphoric high. “Just a bit more.” Kyungsoo bites out. He didn’t want to stop short of experiencing it.

But he was lifted off and placed down on the bed by Jongin’s strong hands a second before their bands beeped upon reaching 0. And Kyungsoo just bursts out crying because it was so unfair. It was so unfair that they didn’t have enough time to love each other completely. It was so unfair that they couldn’t find enough happiness in every kiss and touch shared because they’d always be wary of the restriction of time and the place they were at. It was so unfair that the government would rob people of the opportunity to love.

Kyungsoo knows it now.

“Please don’t cry, my love,” Jongin whispers beside him, watching as the other brings his knees up to his chest and curls into himself. His hand itches to reach out to comfort the other, but he couldn’t. Their previously accumulated euphoria had long since died down, and Jongin’s heart aches because Kyungsoo was crying. And yet, he couldn’t take the other into his arms and lock him in a warm embrace.

They had to wait a full minute before their bands had reset. But by the time it came to that, which signaled that they could resume their previous activities, neither was in the mood anymore.

It was after Kyungsoo had cried himself to sleep that Jongin went to wet a small towel with warm water and wiped the other down. He berates himself for not having enough self-control because Kyungsoo had gotten hurt during their somewhat rough session, albeit the latter being the one choosing not to use a lubricant when given the choice.

“I’m sorry,” Jongin whispers and kisses the other on the lips gently. For hurting you… For not yet succeeding on these damn wristbands so that I can love you even more. He hates to think that they could only have sufficient time for sex in the lifts. Even that now was not looking a feasible option; because of their close call last time, the security guards and maintenance team of the residential building have been keeping a close eye on the functioning of the lifts.

“I’ll make you proud though,” he vows. Just imagining Kyungsoo’s reaction when he tells him their experiments on removing the bands had worked was enough to put determination on his face.

Soon.

*******

It has been days since Jongin has had a decent meal. It has also been days since he has had more than a couple hours of sleep - leaving for the lab before daybreak, and only returning home when the first street lamps turn on past ten.

Because Jongin was more than determined to right things.

He’d made a promise to Kyungsoo; he’d promised to make him proud, and what better way to go about it than cracking the code to removing the bands and overthrowing the central government’s policies and rule? He’d also promised Sehun to make his Mama happy. Jongin always keeps his promises.

It has also been days since Kyungsoo last spoke more than a couple of words to him. Don’t even mention hugging or kissing. It’s like the Kyungsoo of the past had returned - the one that shies away from Jongin’s touch. “I thought we were past this?” the younger had whispered sadly when the other rejected his kiss the day before.

They have slept on their own side of the bed since that night, no longer huddled close to the middle, not touching but close enough.

Jongin leaves for work at dawn every day with a heavy heart as he glances back at Kyungsoo’s sleeping figure hidden underneath the blankets on their vast bed. He doesn’t know that the other peeks his eyes open the second he hears their bedroom door shut. He doesn’t know that Kyungsoo kicks his blanket off his legs and crawls over to lie on Jongin’s side of the bed, buries his face into the younger’s pillow and dozes off for the few hours he still had left before it was time for him to leave for work.

That incident four nights ago had snapped Kyungsoo out of the perfect small bubble he’d created of their relationship. Had he insisted on Jongin staying sheathed in him until he came, the alarms on their bands would have definitely gone off. They would have definitely been hauled in for questioning. In the minutes he’d spent crying on bed that night with Jongin hovering worriedly beside him, Kyungsoo can’t help but think back to white uniforms and blood. Because of his insistence, it could very well have led to their deaths; they would have shared the same fate as the couple in his past.

It was this reminder that broke him.

That’s why he had stopped all skinship with Jongin, fearful that his heart’s desire would cause their downfall. Kyungsoo still loves Jongin, of course. He just doesn’t express it as well now without the helping hand that is physical touch. The man does declare his love for the other in words, but only to the emptiness of the room when Jongin isn’t around.

Kyungsoo thinks he is a coward.

Part 4