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Yeonjun leaned back on the couch, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he glanced over at Soobin, who was currently engrossed in Mario Kart. Soobin's concentration was intense, his brows furrowed, but the playful glint in his eyes was also seen.
"Seriously, how are you so bad at this?" Yeonjun teased, nudging Soobin's leg with his foot. His tone was light, almost mischievous, a complete 180 to the more reserved version of himself he had been not too long ago.
Soobin shot him a mock glare. "You're one to talk! You've lost to me every single round," he shot back, his fingers flying over the controller as he tried to make a comeback.
Yeonjun laughed, the sound rich and genuine, a melody that seemed to fill the entire room.
"Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming. You're just lucky this time," he said.
The two of them had been at it for hours now, bouncing from one game to another, laughing and teasing each other like carefree kids.
It was the kind of easy, laid-back fun that Yeonjun had almost forgotten he could have—something that had been missing from his life for far too long.
Soobin, on the other hand, was in his element. His laughter was infectious, his energy boundless as he kept trying to one-up Yeonjun in every game they played. It was clear that he was savoring every moment, basking in the warmth of Yeonjun's growing comfort and openness.
"So, what do you want to do after I beat you in this one?" Soobin asked, a cheeky grin on his face.
Yeonjun rolled his eyes. "You're getting ahead of yourself, Soobin. You still have to win first," he replied, his competitive streak coming through.
They continued their playful banter, the room filled with the sound of button mashing, laughter, and the occasional mock insult.
Yeonjun found himself stealing glances at Soobin between rounds, taking in the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way his smile seemed to light up the entire room.
It was strange, in a way, how much had changed between them—how much Soobin had changed him. The house, which had once felt so empty, now felt alive, filled with warmth and laughter.
As the evening wore on, the golden light from the setting sun began to fade, casting long shadows across the room. They eventually decided to take a break, both of them stretching out on the couch, still buzzing from the adrenaline of their gaming session.
Yeonjun let out a soft sigh, his head lolling back against the cushion as he looked over at Soobin. "This... this is nice," he admitted, his voice softer now, more introspective.
Soobin turned his head to look at Yeonjun, a gentle smile on his lips. "Yeah, it really is."
There was something unspoken in the way he looked at Yeonjun—something that made Yeonjun's heart skip a beat.
Yeonjun felt a warmth in his chest, something that was becoming more familiar the more time he spent with Soobin.
He wasn't used to feeling this way—so light, so at ease—but he couldn't deny how good it felt.
It was as if the weight he'd been carrying for so long had started to lift, bit by bit, every time Soobin was around.
The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's presence, the soft glow of the room, and the distant sounds of the city outside. It was a peaceful, almost idyllic moment—one that made Yeonjun feel more at home than he ever had before.
But beneath the calm, there was something else—a subtle shift in the air, a quiet undercurrent of anticipation that neither of them could quite put into words.
It was as if the carefree atmosphere of the day had paved the way for something else, something that had been building between them for a while now, just waiting for the right moment to surface.
And as their eyes met, lingering a second too long, Yeonjun felt like something caught his breath, his heart starting to race in a way that had nothing to do with the games they'd been playing.
The room had gotten quiet, the kind of quiet that both of the boys knew what it meant, yet not one of them was brave enough to address.
Yeonjun noticed the way Soobin was stealing glances at him, how his eyes lingered just a bit too long. It made his heart race, and he could feel that same tension humming under his skin, that same something building between them.
Soobin suddenly sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle escaping him. "Uh... it's getting kinda late," he said, his voice not quite as steady as it had been. "Wanna, I don't know... move upstairs?"
Yeonjun caught the hint of something in Soobin's tone—a mix of nervousness and... anticipation.
He felt it too, that flutter in his stomach that wasn't fear but excitement. He just nodded, not trusting his voice to come out right, and they both got up from the couch.
Upstairs, the atmosphere shifted even more. Yeonjun's room was familiar, safe, but tonight it felt different—like the walls were closing in just a little, pushing them closer together. They ended up on his bed, lying side by side, a bit closer than usual, just staring at the ceiling.
Yeonjun could feel his pulse in his throat, could feel the way his hand brushed Soobin's accidentally, and how neither of them pulled away. The silence stretched out until Yeonjun couldn't take it anymore.
He turned his head to look at Soobin, his voice coming out quieter than he expected. "Can... can I kiss you?"
Soobin lifted his eyebrows, and for a second, he just stared at Yeonjun, like he couldn't quite believe what he'd heard.
But then he smiled—soft, almost shy—and nodded. "Yeah, you can," he answered as he leaned in.
The first kiss was hesitant, both of them unsure, they're still getting used to this amount of proximity. Yes, they kiss occasionally, but tonight it felt different.
The kiss then deepened, became something more. Yeonjun felt Soobin's hand on his neck, fingers threading through his hair, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
Before he knew it, they were moving closer, bodies pressing together as their hands started to wander, exploring new territory.
Yeonjun couldn't help the sounds that escaped him—little gasps, a low whimper when Soobin's hand brushed over a sensitive spot.
And Soobin wasn't much better, breathing heavy against Yeonjun's lips, his own soft moans filling the room.
They pulled back just long enough to catch their breath, eyes locked, both of them flushed and a little dazed. Soobin swallowed, licking his lips before admitting, "Ju- Jun... I've never done this before."
Yeonjun's heart skipped a beat. "Me neither..."
But despite the nervousness, they wanted this—wanted each other—and that desire was enough to keep them going.
As their hands started to wander again, something crinkled in Soobin's pocket. Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, pulling back just enough to give him a questioning look. "What's that?"
Soobin hesitated, then pulled out a small, square packet. A pack of condoms. Yeonjun blinked in surprise, then let out a breathy laugh. "So... you knew we were gonna do this?"
Soobin's cheeks went pink, but he met Yeonjun's gaze with a shy grin. "Not exactly... but, uh, I saw you looking at them at the convenience store the other day. Thought... just in case?"
Yeonjun felt his heart do a funny little flip at that. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" he said, as he placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Soobin just shrugged, still a bit embarrassed but obviously relieved that Yeonjun wasn't freaked out. "Better to be prepared, right?"
Yeonjun chuckled and backed up a bit ad he propped himself against the head of his bed. As if it was a spell, Soobin followed every move, and found himself crawling on top of the smaller boy.
Soobin placed his fingers against the hem of Yeonjun's shirt. Still hesitant, not wanting to fuck up their first. Yeonjun placed both of his hands on Soobin's cheeks, caressing his thumb gently against his skin.
"I trust you."
That's all Yeonjun could say as he smiled and pulled Soobin into another kiss. Soobin could only smile into the touch, his hands gently pulled the shirt up, revealing Yeonjun's bare skin as they pulled apart from the kiss.
Soobin backed up a bit, trying to register the scene beneath him. There, he froze after looking at the amount of scars up Yeonjun's arms.
Yes, he has seen some of them before, but Soobin didn't know the extent of it. It filled up the spaces around Yeonjun's arms, and it broke his heart. The thought of Yeonjun hurting.
The way Soobin froze almost made Yeonjun panicked. The smaller boy has always thought that those scars made him less of anything, less attractive, less lovable.
But all that thought shattered when he felt Soobin's lips on his shoulder, kissing every scars gently down his arm.
"You're beautiful," Soobin whispered against his skin.
Yeonjun couldn't believe what he was hearing, he finally got the courage to look up. Soobin grabbed one of his hand, holding it tightly as he placed tiny kisses on the scars up his forearm.
"You're beautiful," Soobin repeated, moving his lips from one scar to the next, taking his time with each one. His kisses were soft, reverent, as if he were worshipping these parts of Yeonjun that had once been hidden in shame.
Yeonjun felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his chest tightening with a mix of emotions he couldn't quite name.
"Please... you don't have to," Yeonjun whispered, his voice shaky as he tried to keep the tears at bay.
Soobin paused and looked up at Yeonjun, his eyes filled with nothing but warmth. "Why not?" Soobin asked gently, his thumb tracing over one of the scars. "These are part of you, Yeonjun. I love you, every part of you."
That was all it took for the tears to start falling.
"And I'll make sure you'll remember that." Soobin wiped the tears from Yeonjun's cheek, he pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.
He was still being careful, taking things slow, not wanting to rush this moment. Yeonjun's skin was warm under his touch, and Soobin couldn't resist leaning down to press more kisses along his collarbone, then lower, across his chest and down his stomach.
Yeonjun's breath hitched again, his hands tangling in Soobin's hair as he let himself relax, letting the tension melt away. When Soobin finally pulled back, they were both a little out of breath, faces flushed as they looked at each other.
Soobin reached into his pocket, pulling out the condom he'd stashed there earlier.
"Do- do you know what to do?"
Soobin smirked. "The internet exists for a reason." He blurted out as he got up, trying to get himself out of his clothes.
Yeonjun just stared at the taller boy. Though, his next move was a little unpredictable. He reached to his drawer, a bottle of lube in hand.
With his flushed cheeks he handed it to Soobin, who's already chuckling lowly.
The taller grabbed the bottle and hurriedly crawled back on top of Yeonjun. "Now look who's prepared, huh?"
Yeonjun, who's already desperate for the taller just spread his legs and threw his arms around Soobin. Soobin groaned when he felt the smaller suck on his collarbone.
Not wanting to make Yeonjun wait anymore, Soobin squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers, coating them evenly. He traced his digits around Yeonjun's pulsing entrance.
In turn, the longer-haired boy bit on Soobin's lower neck. "A- ah... Soobin..."
That sound fueled whatever fire was burning inside of Soobin. He carefully inserted his middle finger, curling it slightly, making Yeonjun arched his back from the bed, burying his face more to the crook of Soobin's neck.
"Fu- fuck..." Yeonjun whimpers.
Soobin placed a soft kiss on the other's shoulder. "Let me know, when it's too much, yeah?" He whispered to Yeonjun's ears, which he received a nod from between his collarbone.
Soobin started to move his fingers slowly, Yeonjun let go of his embrace to get some air into his lungs. "More—"
Soobin looked down at Yeonjun and smiled. He added another digit and started to part them away, stretching Yeonjun's insides.
"Aah... Soobin—" Yeonjun placed the back of his hand on his mouth, embarrassed by the sound he is making.
Soobin grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, placing it beside Yeonjun's head.
"Let me hear you, Junnie," he whispered as he pumped his fingers at a faster pace.
That did it and Yeonjun's moans grew louder. He opened his eyes slightly, staring at Soobin who's looking at him with lust and lots of love in his eyes. "Don't— mmh... don't look at me like that," Yeonjun whimpered.
Soobin kiss his cheek softly, "can't help it, babe, you look so good under me."
Where did he learn to talk like that? Yeonjun thought. But he liked it, those little praises turned him on even more.
"Soobin— stop." Yeonjun clawed his nails into Soobin's back. "I'm gonna—"
Instead of listening to him, Soobin fastened his movements and digging his fingers deeper into Yeonjun. He placed wet kisses under Yeonjun's ear, a place he recently found was the smaller's sensitive spot.
Yeonjun was a moaning mess, his toes curled into the sheets as he felt cum seeping out of him, landing on Soobin's stomach, and his.
"Good boy," Soobin kissed the corner of Yeonjun's mouth, who was panting and trying to gain his breath.
Yeonjun gulped and tried to open his eyes fully. He let out a soft whimper when he felt Soobin's fingers left his insides. Before he could even protest, he moaned at the sight of Soobin rolling on the piece of rubber on his member, slicking it with some lube.
Soobin gripped Yeonjun's hips and lifted them up slightly. The smaller boy held on to Soobin's forearm, his legs instinctively wrapped around the taller's hips.
"Soobin..."
That's all it takes for Soobin to loose his self restraint. He aligned himself and started to push in. He felt a sharp pain on his arm as Yeonjun's nails were digging into his skin.
Soobin leaned down to kiss the smaller boy, trying to distract him from the pain as he pushed himself even further.
Yeonjun's other hand traveled to Soobin's nape, holding it tightly. He tilted his head as he sucked on Soobin's bottom lip. He bit the lip a little harder when he felt Soobin was completely inside of him, gaining a groan from the taller.
"Fuck..." Soobin tried to hold back his own moans. "You're so tight." He muttered.
Soobin didn't move at first, letting Yeonjun to get used to his length inside. He looked at the older and saw tears escaping his eyes.
"Does it hurt that much?" Soobin wiped away the tears.
Yeonjun shook his head. "It feels good," he whispered between his sobs. "It feels so good, Soobinie." Yeonjun smiled between his puffy eyes.
Soobin hate to admit it, but that sight really turned him on. Not for the sheer fact that Yeonjun is crying. But, the fact he was crying from the pleasure, it stirred something in his stomach that makes him feel ecstatic.
And Yeonjun noticed it. He felt Soobin's member twitched inside of him.
"Move, please— Soobinie," Yeonjun run his hand through the taller's hair.
"God, you're driving me insane." Soobin smirked and started moving his hips, slowly and carefully.
The slow, deliberate pace was torture, but it was the best kind. Every roll of Soobin's hips made Yeonjun's breath hitch, his whole body trembling with the sensation.
He could feel every inch of Soobin inside him, filling him up in a way that was both overwhelming and addictive.
Yeonjun's fingers tangled in Soobin's hair, pulling him down into another kiss, desperate and needy. Their lips clashed, more heated now, as the rhythm between their bodies began to pick up. Soobin's hand slipped down to grip Yeonjun's thigh, pulling him closer as he deepened his thrusts.
"Soobin—" Yeonjun gasped between kisses, his voice breathless, almost pleading. "Faster... please..."
Soobin couldn't resist that tone. He groaned and quickened his pace, the sound of skin clapping filling the room. Every thrust pushed Yeonjun closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside him.
"So good... so good, Soobinie," Yeonjun babbled, his hands roaming over Soobin's back, his nails digging in, leaving little crescent marks. "Don't stop— please don't stop—"
"I won't," Soobin promised.
He was close too, the pressure building in his lower abdomen, threatening to spill over. But he wanted Yeonjun to come first, needed to see him fall apart beneath him.
"Soobin... I—" Yeonjun started, but his voice broke, the words lost in a shuddering moan as Soobin hit that perfect spot inside him.
Soobin pressed a kiss to Yeonjun's temple, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "It's okay, Junnie," he murmured between thrusts. "I'm right here."
Yeonjun's head fell back against the pillows, his back arching as the pleasure intensified, a series of breathy moans escaping his lips.
Soobin's hand trailed down to Yeonjun's waist, gripping him tighter as he picked up the pace, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Junnie, I—" He hesitated, the words caught in his throat, but the look in his eyes said everything.
Yeonjun's heart pounded in his chest, and he forced himself to focus, to really look at Soobin, and in that moment, it all became clear.
The way Soobin was looking at him, the tenderness in his touch, the love that had been there all along but was now undeniable.
"Soobin... I love you," Yeonjun whispered, the words coming out in a rush of emotion, his voice trembling but sure. "I love you so much."
Soobin froze for a split second, his eyes wide, before that bright dimpled smile spread across his face, one that made Yeonjun's heart soar.
"I love you too, Yeonjun," Soobin whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."
The words seemed to unlock something between them, a flood of feelings they had both been holding back. Soobin leaned down, capturing Yeonjun's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring everything he felt into that single moment.
Their movements became more frantic, more desperate, as they chased that final release.
When they finally tumbled over the edge, it was with each other's names on their lips, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared climax. They clung to each other, breathless, their hearts pounding in sync as they slowly came down from the high.
Soobin stayed inside Yeonjun for a moment longer, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. He then gently pulled out, earning a soft whimper from Yeonjun. He quickly moved to lie beside him, wrapping his arms around Yeonjun's waist, holding him close.
They just lay there, catching their breath, letting the afterglow settle over them like a warm blanket. Soobin reached out, taking Yeonjun's hand in his, intertwining their fingers as they stared up at the ceiling.
Yeonjun turned his head to look at Soobin, his eyes soft, still a little dazed. "That was... amazing," he whispered, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Soobin smiled back. "Yeah... it was," he agreed, squeezing Yeonjun's hand gently. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Yeonjun shook his head, his smile widening. "No, you didn't. It was perfect." He leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to Soobin's lips, sealing the moment between them.
"Thank you," Yeonjun whispered, his voice full of emotion. "For being my first, for accepting me... for everything."
Soobin just smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from Yeonjun's forehead. "No need to thank me, Jun." He said and scooted closer to the other, letting their forehead touch.
"I'm also glad, that you're my first, probably the last for me too." He chuckled before adding, "I love you, my little ball of miserable muffin."
Yeonjun who was entirely focused and stared at Soobin's eyes let out a giggle. "Where did that came from?" He didn't seem offended, he was touched.
Yeonjun just leaned in and kissed the taller boy, soft yet longer than a peck.
"I love you, my loud ray of sunshine."