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Jeonghan has been so patient all day, he deserves sainthood at this point.
Seungcheol was supposed to be back home today after five (5!!!) whole days on a trip with his class to Jeju Island, and Jeonghan is glad his boyfriend had as good a time as you can have as the teacher of a graduating course, and that no kid died or, worse, inconvenienced him further, but he really questions if our next generation can be that important.
How do they get 120 hours and a vacation with Seungcheol while Jeonghan is left alone at home, horny and lonely in their big bed. He didn't have to use his sex toys in ages because Seungcheol's sex drive is even worse than his. He's just glad they didn't get moldy when he slithered them out from under the bed the day Seungcheol sent a selfie with a bunch of his highschoolers at a beach bar where he splurged on exactly one shot of soju for everybody, because seeing his boyfriend be the cool teacher that the kids actually wanna chill with just summons something so dark and unspeakable in Jeonghan's very male, uterus-less abdomen that he quickly had to close his phone and wank one off before he finds himself looking on baby clothes websites.
But today, Seungcheol was supposed to be back home around afternoon, and now it's 11 at night because the ferry couldn't cast off due to a storm or whatever. Who visits Jeju during Taifun season. Jeonghan fucking hates schools.
His suffering is heightened when Seungcheol sends another selfie, a close-up of his face doing that adorable nose scrunch, with a fluffy little shark plushie next to his head and the caption “a free souvenir ‘cause the ferry company felt bad for us !!”. Romantic and economically versed. Jeonghan's imaginary uterus is screaming.
He can't even call, because it's curfew and the walls of the hotel are apparently paper-thin, and phone-sexing your man with his adolescent Korean history students next door sounds off-putting at best and downright problematic employment law-wise at worst.
So Jeonghan is left to sigh dramatically, text “very cute babe! miss you!”, because he doesn't wanna get Seungcheol in trouble, and pull out his trusty vibrator for the fifth night in a row.
The sun is just low beyond the horizon when Jeonghan wakes the next day. It's Saturday and he isn't working, but biorhythm is a wicked thing when your boyfriend usually gets up at six in the morning and insists on a pre-work bj every day, so he just decides to get out of bed and make breakfast.
He checks his phone for new messages, of which there are none, suspicious?, but when he steps into the hallway he almost trips over Seungcheol's big overnight bag, and hears his muted singing through the bathroom door.
The bathroom door is thrown almost off its hinges when Jeonghan bursts it open, and Seungcheol really is there, in gray sweats and a cropped shirt with big dark circles under his eyes, washing Jeonghan’s make-up brushes because he is the most perfect man alive.
Seungcheol almost drops the brush with the force that Jeonghan uses to slam himself against his man and playfully bite his biceps because girl breakfast. Seungcheol fondly strokes his hair and places a sweet kiss on Jeonghan's head.
“Hi momma”, he says and his eyes are droopy and sleepy and Jeonghan loves him to pieces. “Sleep well?”
“You're home!”, Jeonghan says instead, because he kinda can't believe it, even though Seungcheol should have been home yesterday. The worst and longest five days and five nights of his life. He never wants to be separated again. The thought is so embarrassing, he has to hold Seungcheol's butt for a second to steady himself. Get up, Jeonghan. What has become of that independent baddie that never gave Seungcheol the time of day no matter how obsessed he was during their own highschool days.
Speaking of butt, Jeonghan doesn't want to say this is what he missed most about his boyfriend, but it's at least a close second. And he can't help it. Not when Seungcheol started getting buff a few years ago and never really stopped, until he was so caked up his prom suit literally ripped apart when he tried it on again for a friend's fancy new year's party. Seungcheol had never been more embarrassed and Jeonghan had never been more feral than that day.
And the gray sweats are really not helping; not when Seungcheol's hair is fluffy and dark, and his tattoo of the coordinates where they had their first kiss is healing just beneath the sleeve of his shirt, and his big hands are handling Jeonghan's makeup brushes with the utmost care because Seungcheol might not know what Fenty is but he knows not to mess with it.
Jeonghan really can't be blamed. His body has been conditioned to treat the few frail minutes they have after just waking up as certified horny hours, and his hands start massaging Seungcheol's glutes almost by themselves.
“Do we have toast or should I run to that little bakery on the corner real quick?”, Seungcheol asks.
We have bakery at home, his mind helpfully supplies as his fingernails dig into the muscle of Seungcheol's butt before he lets go and it jiggles.
“Can I eat your ass?”, Jeonghan asks at the same time.
Now Seungcheol does drop the brush, but luckily only in the sink, before he turns around to Jeonghan with a furious blush on his face.
As if Jeonghan's request is such a far reach. If you build your own dumptruck you have to live with the consequences.
Still, Seungcheol chuckles somewhat overwhelmed and throws a causal arm around Jeonghan’s shoulder. “Let's have breakfast first, huh? We have all day. Now, how do you want your eggs, baby?”
"Fertilized. Now sit on my face.”
And yeah, Seungcheol is right. They do have all day. It is saturday and they could have a nice breakfast and take a bath and talk about their week, but Jeonghan also could shove his face in there and have Seungcheol's massive thighs quiver next to his head as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from him and like, in what world is that a hard question.
*
“Babe, I can't”, Seungcheol mutters when Jeonghan lays down on the bed and tries to wrestle Seungcheol's naked body this way and that. “I'm gonna crush you.”
“Okay, and?”
“Baaabe.” Seungcheol is pouting and wringing his hands in front of his body in a way that converses insecurity, which he shouldn't have because he literally looks like that.
Still, Jeonghan is a good, supportive boyfriend. He sits up and pats the bed for Seungcheol to sit down next to him, then he wraps his arms around him and rests his head on his shoulder.
“You know I'm strong, right?”
Seungcheol nods, so Jeonghan goes on.
“And you're not even that heavy. You're like eighty percent ass and twenty percent eyebrow. I can easily shove you if you get too heavy. Which I'm sure you won't, by the way.”
Seungcheol is still pouting, but his hand is stroking past Jeonghan's back and upwards into his hair where he briefly forms a fist and pulls on the roots before he lets go again. “My eyebrows aren't that big.”
“You look like you have two squirrels taped to your face.”
“I don't even know why I missed you.”
“ ‘Cause I'm gonna eat your ass so good you're gonna find out why your students call you Asscoups.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Okay, but that's your opinion.”
“You're literally so annoyi-ngh!”, Seungcheol tries to complain, but Jeonghan just shoves him over so he's on his hands and knees and - okay. Wow. It's a lot. It's been a while since they did this position or even since Seungcheol exposed himself like this at all since usually Jeonghan is the one bottoming, and, like -
“What's all that movement back there?”, Jeonghan yells giddily and slaps Seungcheol's right ass cheek, hard.
Seungcheol groans, but it doesn't sound very sexual. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
“I will throw that question back to you in about two seconds.”
“What's that supposed to- oh, Jesus, fuck!”
His boyfriend yelling another man's name while Jeonghan shoves his tongue in Seungcheol's ass is not usually something he thought he'd enjoy, but he'll let it slide this time. It's not quite Seungcheol sitting on his face, but Jeonghan has grown impatient from their bickering, and the image of Seungcheol on his knees and elbows in front of him, biting down on the bed covers because he can't contain himself is a fair trade off.
“You're so fucking sexy, what the fuck”, Jeonghan says before diving back in, tongue first. Seungcheol lets out a pathetic little whine, and Jeonghan just knows he would complain about the compliment if he could. Seungcheol has had major self confidence issues when they first met in high school, with his thick-rimmed glasses and braces, and Jeonghan has since made it his life's mission to show his boyfriend how beautiful he really is.
“Can't believe this is all for me, baby, I'm so proud that you're mine.”
“You're so corny!”, Seungcheol manages when he tilts his head to lift his mouth from the mattress, but his slightly crossed eyes betray his steady voice. He looks so dumb and endearing like this, but submissive, whiny little Seungcheol is one of Jeonghan's ultimate guilty pleasures. It just doesn't happen often, and when it does, it's always a treat.
Jeonghan's hands wind around the back of Seungcheol's thighs and grab both asscheeks to drag him closer. He feels hot all over; desired and in power, so he doesn't miss a moment as he sucks on two of his fingers and pushes them in at the same time. Seungcheol makes a sound previously unheard of, almost like the yowl of a cat, and writhes against the sheets. His face is dragging from side to side and leaving sweat stains on their bedding. He's so tight, and it's probably a little unfair to be so rough with him when Jeonghan is usually the bottom in their relationship and had his fair share of toys up there to prepare him for today, but it's not like Jeonghan feels bad. On the contrary, he feels so fucking good.
And maybe he's still a little salty that Seungcheol went on the trip and left him, even though that is literally his job. But Seungcheol is right, Jeonghan is annoying, so when the drag of his fingers inside Seungcheol gets dry, instead of getting the lube, Jeonghan simply spits on his hole.
Seungcheol lets out a high pitched cry and clearly tries to intone the words “you fucking asshole”, only it's so sobbed and whimpery it's barely intelligible. Yet, it's still too much conversation for Jeonghan, so he goes in with his tongue as well as his fingers and Seungcheol loses it.
His legs start shaking and he thrashes around, one fist clenching and unclenching in the sheets, and he's full on crying now, trying to smack Jeonghan away with his other hand.
Jeonghan starts licking between his asscheeks and up his back, his fingers never slowing down. When he reaches Seungcheol's head, he playfully bites his ear and pouts sarcastically.
“Are you my little virgin? Is it too much for you? Should mommy leave you alone?”
It's so condescending and ridiculous, but he knows Seungcheol loves shit like this when he is in this particular mood, and he's right.
“Please, I- oh, please, please!”, Seungcheol slurs, his eyes pressed tightly together, and his ass rutting against Jeonghan in a frenzy. “Please mommy, put it in me, I need it, please, please, I'm good, I've been so good, put it in, shove it in!”
The babbling is kind of helping Jeonghan not to immediately blow his load, because Seungcheol sounds like a fucking moron, but his fat ass is still grinding against Jeonghan's dick, so, whatever. It's not like Seungcheol will last long either.
He lubes himself up and starts pressing in, but it's still so tight. It's to no one's surprise really, because his preparation had been a joke, but - well. Seungcheol is used to pain. And really, Seungcheol keeps mumbling “thank you, thank you”, all the way until Jeonghan is fully pressed inside and takes some time to adjust to the stretch, then it changes to “I love you, I love you, I love you so much”, even though the words are so deep and groaned, they sound like they are coming straight from his throat and not his mouth.
“I love you too”, Jeonghan responds, embarrassingly fond.
Seungcheol sighs, his eyes starting to cross again. “You're so deep I feel like if you cum, your jizz would shoot out of my nose, ‘cause your dick is all the way up in my throat.”
“We literally just had a moment.”
“Your mum and I had a moment last night.”
“Okay, you know what-”
Jeonghan winds his hand in Seungcheol's soft hair and janks his head back, hard and brutal, only to press Seungcheol's face back into the mattress a moment later. He doesn’t care if Seungcheol can breathe or not. He'll survive. Right now, Jeonghan just wants to get off without any backtalk, so he grips Seungcheol's hips in both hands and pulls out all the way just to shove back in so hard Seungcheol can't get any sound out except a breathy little hiss.
It's intoxicating. Seungcheol is so huge and manly and now he's making garbled little sounds because Jeonghan fucks him too fast to take a proper breath and digs his fingers into the fat of his tummy from both sides of his waist.
He looks ridiculously good on his knees. Jeonghan wonders why they don't do this more often. Probably because he doesn't have the stamina, but he will take that to the grave.
Seungcheol surrounds him with tight, hot pressure and Jeonghan can feel himself going under. He's close, and he really wants Seungcheol to come and also kinda wants to eat his ass again, so if he hurries, maybe he can have both. He goes harder and faster, so much that he really has to grip Seungcheol tight so he doesn't get pushed too far away, and tugs him back every time. His ass jiggles so much, it's kind of ridiculous. Jeonghan really wants a video of it.
He can feel the pressure building in his lower stomach, so close, the rhythm is amazing, but he knows exactly what's missing.
He slaps Seungcheol's ass, partially to get his attention, partially because how can he not, and says “Look at me.”
Seungcheol obediently turns his head and his eyelashes flutter when he tries to straighten his eyes enough to look Jeonghan in the face. There are tears and drool spread all over his cheeks, his face is red and his hair a mess. His big, droopy eyes search for a moment until his vision clears enough to see Jeonghan, and his eyebrows furrow with each thrust, while his mouth is slack and open, producing a constant stream of “ah, ah, ah”.
Jeonghan is so in love it makes his heart sticky and big like a shattered pot of honey. His man is really the sweetest thing.
He comes inside Seungcheol with a deep, forced breath and doesn't really allow himself to grind it out before he pulls out.
Seungcheol whines pathetically, stretching his neck to look at him, asking “W-what are you doing? Keep going!”, but Jeonghan has already belly-flopped on the bed and spreads Seungcheol's asscheeks right in his face. His dick twitches weakly at the view he is presented with, his own cum trickling out and running down Seungcheol's thighs that quiver and shake next to Jeonghan's head. If he could live right here and never get up again, life would be perfect.
For now, he starts eating Seungcheol's ass like the michelin star meal it is and listens to Seungcheol cry. Like, actually cry; full on runny nose, sobbing, complete overstimulation. He comes immediately and just continues shaking. Jeonghan kind of wants to continue eating him out but he thinks Seungcheol might die, so he lets up and gets something to clean them up.
When he comes back, the only thing about Seungcheol that has moved is a pathetically quivering middle finger stuck in his direction. What a drama queen.
“What do you have such a big dick for, you asshole?”, Seungcheol drawls and picks himself up on his hands and knees.
“I just showed you what it's for, genius.”
“We're never doing that again. We're doing that every day.”
“Your range is incredible.”
“What can I say, I contain multitudes.”
They clean up and dress in pajamas, even though it's still morning, but they're not going anywhere, so it's fine.
Seungcheol reveals he hasn't been sleeping well because of the horrible hostel mattress - which explains his eye bags - and hasn't been eating well because the breakfast bar didn't have vegan options, so Jeonghan is a good boyfriend (the best, really), and cooks up some leftover rice and spinach while Seungcheol takes a nap.
After breakfast, Seungcheol tells him about the trip, and, because his graduating course thinks teacher means therapist, it only takes half an hour until Jeonghan know who in the class has broken up with whom (Mingyu with Joshua) who has a crush on who (Seokmin on Seungkwan), who has most definitely consumed illegal substances on the trip (Minghao, Junhui and Vernon) and who gets bullied (Chan).
“Why is your whole class gay?”, Jeonghan asks somewhere between the story where Jihoon got tossed up into the basketball hoop and forgotten so he spent the night outside and the story where Soonyoung sat on Wonwoo's glasses and both of them had to go to the emergency room because one couldn't see and the other had glass in his ass.
“Girl, I don't know”, Seungcheol answers as he sips his iced oatmilk coffee and plays with his rainbow popsocket. “I have no idea where they get it from.”