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aresxseunggi · 5 months

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117 — sg ruins dinner...

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ares was kind of in the zone — that was his reasoning as to why seunggi had been able to walk the whole way to the kitchen instead of being met at the door, or something. but honestly? hearing that voice only had ares' smile growing (yeah, it seemed even on his own he'd be smiling. he'd blame the wine, the music, and the general vibe) "hi, baby," it was said with a happy little laugh as his steps took him right to seunggi's side. dinner was in the process of being cooked, believe it or not — if it would be good, though, that was another story. one they'd know here in like, i don't know, twenty minutes? ares wasn't too sure. he didn't really time things? or watch the clock. especially not when he was drinking wine as he cooked. wine that had been a little too easy to drink down, hence the slight buzz he felt deep in his bones. that same buzz was why he was so giggly as he pressed a kiss right to the corner of his husbands lips, both hands wrapping around his waist as he did. or it was meant to be a cute little peck, but the way seunggi turned his head? yeah, it had ares laughing into the kiss, and unwilling to break it off. not right away, at least, no — ares was all to eager to lean into it (and into seunggi) as much as he was allowed to. "how was work?"

as if seunggi would ever just let a peck be a peck, especially when he hadn’t seen ares all day outside of texts— he wanted nothing more than to be all wrapped up in his world. ares was comfort, after all, and too fucking good at making seunggi smile. as made obvious by the way his lips curled upward into the kiss, and stayed that way as he pressed another to ares’ lips. “mm, fine,” he answered with another to ares’ cheek. “missed you.” then his jaw. “it smells good in here—“ then to his neck. “— and you taste good.” his grin grew a little wider as his head lifted, brow cocked before a hand lifted to drag his thumb along ares’ bottom lip. “which one are you drinking, mm? before i try and kiss it off of ya.”

seunggi’s mere presence had a way of charging ares up, in a sense. it was like he could feel the warmth slowly filling him — even if it was probably half due to the wine in his system. but only half! every kiss that landed on his skin had ares melting just that much more, eyes glued to the others features the moment his head lifted. “i missed you,” there was nothing more than a gentle nip to the pad of seunggi’s thumb as his hands slowly moved up along his husband’s sides. “it’s a rosé,” a brief pause as ares pressed another kiss to his lips, greedy as ever (but more so when there was alcohol in the mix). “i’ll pour you a glass?” not necessarily a question in the usual sense? he would pour seunggi a glass, he simply didn’t want to let go right away, or stop kissing him.

seunggi simply hummed in acknowledgement to ares’ answer, his eyes not once leaving the other man’s features as his smile grew soft and fond. there was something sweet about being so lucky that he was able to be with ares like this; to get to come home, wrap his arms around him and kiss him silly, even if there was food cooking a few feet away. “mm, in a minute,” he answered, a small laugh slipping free because he knew damn well he would take longer than a minute as he leaned forward to catch ares’ lips in a kiss again. he was, maybe, a little intent to kiss it off of him instead, but could you blame him?! his one hand readjusted to let his fingers tangle in the hair on the back of ares’ head while the other happily fell to his back.

ares was rather happy have those eyes on him, as always, but also? to get such an answer? in a minute, seunggi said, of which only had ares’ smile growing bigger. of course it did! he was getting what he wanted, that was always more than enough reason to grin. “mhm,” it was a quiet hum into the kiss as it came. ares couldn’t help but lean into it more, too, as if he wasn’t already leaning his weight against seunggi. it was never close enough, if you asked him. one hand stayed put on his husbands side but the other? that one drifted higher to cup seunggi’s jaw, all too eager to keep the kiss going if he could. and seeing as seunggi seemed to be on the same page? ares was happy to kiss him breathless — to kiss the both of them breathless. even if, for the moment, ares found himself pulling back a tad. it was barely a break in the kiss, nothing more than a second or two so he could look over the others features, and then ares was pressing right back in for another.

it was hard for seunggi to not get lost in the kiss, of course. considering his mind had been scrambled with numbers and deals and decimal points all day, he was happy to let himself go in ares’ hands and just be with him, even if that looked like kissing for the moment.

at least until ares pulled away. then, in those few seconds, his eyes flickered from his lips, to ares’ eyes, then back, because— well. you know. he wasn’t ready to stop just yet. as made clear by the soft sigh of relief he let out once his husband’s lips were back on his, and the way he maybe, kinda sorta, began crowding him back against the counter. really, he would’ve just been happy once he felt ares’ backside find the counter but, you know. handsy, and all. couldn’t help that, either.

the thing with ares was he only ever needed the smallest nudge to have his mind crossing over into the gutter. a kiss that went on too long, hands wandering along his body too long — or, you know, both of those things plus being pressed against something, in this case. it was too easy to forget about the wine, or the food, and focus on nothing but his husband. so that’s what he did. there was no objection to any of it, ares was happy to move as seunggi seemed to want. ares was also happy to touch as he pleased, too, both of his hands dropped quickly to start tugging at seunggi’s shirt. not necessarily to get it off, but more so to be able to get his hands under the fabric and wandering along his skin. and wander they did — one dug into seunggi’s hip to tug him closer while the other went right to seunggi’s chest. all of which was done without breaking the kiss — again, he’d gladly kiss his breath away at any given opportunity.

if there was one rule that seemingly always worked for seunggi, it was keeping their hands above their hips. the second either of their hands went below the belt, there was no coming back. shirts could be off, they could even be grinding, but none of it meant anything, really, until a hand dropped in his mind. so he might have been a little calculated in only letting his hand find ares’ waist to squeeze gently, but he didn’t want to get too greedy to soon, you know?! he hadn’t even asked ares about his day yet!

but he was just— seunggi wasn’t lying when he said ares tasted good. he fell sweet on his tongue, and exponentially with each and every kiss. soon enough, he wouldn’t want to let him go, so— he broke away from the kiss just to let his lips smoothly wander along ares’ jaw and down his neck. no biting this time! just long kisses and drags of his tongue—… maybe a little sucking here and there, but he couldn’t help it! he couldn’t completely restrain himself! not when ares seemed to be into it, too! but—

now that his head was a little cleared up, he— he swore he smelt—

his head lifted to look at ares, first, before turning around to take in the boiling kimchi jjigae which had just started to overflow. “oh, shit—“

truthfully? ares could have stayed exactly like this for the rest of the night. give or take a few things, sure, but as long as he had seunggi against him, kissing him? god, it was such a simple but perfect moment. and then seunggi was breaking the kiss, and of course ares was chasing his lips for more. however the way his husband went right to his jaw kept him at ease for now. so much so that his eyes fell closed with a soft hum, fingers still dutifully gliding along the others skin to feel and grope at whatever he could. and seunggi was right, he was into it — a lot, really. it was too easy to lose himself, you know? at least until seunggi’s voice was breaking through. ares’ eyes flicked open, brows beginning to furrow slightly as he took in the sight of the others features — not for long, though. the sound of something sizzling had his attention falling to the pot. and the mess that was in the making. “fuck —“ it was half a laugh as the entirety of the situation registered in his brain. he had been cooking, hadn’t he? at least they were in the kitchen! it made it that much easier to push seunggi away a tad, just enough to make his way towards the stovetop with every intention of turning the burner off. “seunggi,” came as he did, amusement still in his tone — yeah, the blame was going right to the man he loved. obviously.

“don’t blame me!” he laughed out after easily taking the step back that ares had so graciously pushed him (gently!) over. it didn’t take him long to follow the other man, though, annoyingly wrapping his arms around his waist as he cleaned up the mess that… well, that seunggi made. “i can’t help that you’re just soooo irresistible—“

“everything was fine until you showed up!” despite the words he was saying there was a smile on ares’ lips, and said smile only grew as his husband wrapped around him. there was no mind paid to him, though, at least not right in this moment. ares was more focused on moving the pot from the messy spot onto a clean one — and, well. that’s all he did for the moment. he’d need a towel, or something? a cloth and some spray — which meant he’d either have to hobble around with seunggi in tow, or leave the embrace entirely. it must have been obvious which ares preferred with the way both hands fell to seunggi’s forearms and he leaned back against him. “tell me more about this irresistible thing?” was asked as if he’s never heard such a thing in his life.

the gasp that ripped through seunggi was equal parts loud and dramatic— especially considering it was right into ares’ ear. but, with how easily ares seemed to lean back against him, seunggi was happy to take what he could get and run with it. “mm, you haven’t heard about it yet?” he grinned softly, his grip growing a little tighter on ares’ waist, just because it could. “i told you before, baby. you taste good—“ and because he was a sick tease when he wanted to be, he dragged a few long kisses along ares’ neck before continuing. “— once you take your pants off, i can tell you even more.” mostly a joke! mostly.

ares couldn’t help the amused snicker that escaped his lips, head turning just a bit like he wanted to see the other man. he supposed he could just turn around, but for now he was happy as is. a soft hummed no came next, with another laugh as his husband went on. “oh yeah?” it was murmured as his head lolled to the side some, wanting to give seunggi ample room to kiss as he pleased. even when the kisses seemed to stop ares didn’t adjust, almost as if wanting nothing more than to encourage seunggi back in for more. “hmm,” as if ares needed to think about it! his hands went right to the waistband on his pants, smile wide as he gave a little shimmy and a few lazy pushes — he’d take them off right now if that’s all seunggi needed! “go on, baby.”

well.

forget what seunggi said before about hands going below the waist.

because the fact of the matter was that seunggi, quite literally, had his eyes on the prize the second ares actually took his fucking pants off. he almost couldn’t believe it! like— it was as if he jokingly asked ares for the key to the gates of heaven and ares just handed them over without blinking an eye. (seunggi did blink at him for a minute or two, trying to figure if he was serious or not.)

but with the amusement in ares’ voice— might as well keep the fun going, right? his hand lifted to gently prod his fingers at ares’ lips, clearly looking to get them into his mouth. “you first, baby. go on.”

honestly? it was always something of a miracle that ares would be found clothed. he had gotten better over the years, sure, but — well. he just couldn’t help himself! so of course he’d take the opportunity the moment it was offered to kick his pants away and leave him naked… even if it happened to be in the middle of their kitchen. and then there were fingers pressing into his mouth, yet another thing he’d always (happily) take it given the chance. his head turned ever so slightly as a hand curled around his husband’s wrist, eyes looking to land on seunggi’s as his lips closed around his fingers. there was no hesitation in his actions, no, he was someone that was always eager to please, you know? give him something of seunggi’s to suck and he would. in this case fingers would do the trick, a soft hum escaping as he gave a few bobs of his head. fingers or not he would always put in the effort.

it really was almost ridiculous how easy the vibe shifted for them, wasn’t it? seunggi innocently came home, mostly-innocently wanted to kiss the absolute shit out of him, just to turn around and, what, finger him in their kitchen? it wasn’t even a thought in his mind five minutes ago! and yet—

he intently watched as ares took his fingers past his lips, watched as his head bobbed over and over. “pretty,” seunggi murmured on pure instinct alone, his eyes flickering back up to find ares’. “gonna want your cock in my mouth after—“ was his best attempt at a warning, just because it was true. ares was so good, so easy going— the least seunggi could do was suck his dick!

for the moment, he was content pulling his fingers from ares’ mouth with little warning, just for his opposite hand to turn his head further and press their lips together again. his foot nudged ares’ further apart before a wet finger teased his 🕳️. “— you didn’t turn the heat on again, right?” fire safety, and all.

that was kind of funny to hear, mostly due to the fact that ares had a feeling he was going to want seunggi’s cock in his mouth, too. with getting a little taste with his fingers, so to speak, of course it was on his mind! he was sure they’d be able to come to terms with something when the time came, though. for now? for now ares was content to kiss the other man the moment he could, eyes closing as he leaned into him. or at least as much as he could with their position, you know? at best he could just hold onto seunggi in whatever way he could, right? one hand lifted behind their heads, fingers carding through seunggi’s hair briefly before he got a good handful to hold. the other? that one grasped onto seunggi’s hip in the same second that his legs were spreading a little wider. “no —“ it came with a huff of a laugh as his head fell to seunggi’s shoulder, a small smile on his lips. “it’s off,” ares was sure of it, enough so that he didn’t even spare the stove another glance! no, he didn’t really do anything but kiss along seunggi’s jaw as he pressed his hips back ever so slightly. it was nothing more than silent encouragement, and the same could be said as his lips made their way right back to seunggi’s.

seunggi nodded with a smile at ares’ words, but—

…he did spare the stove a glance. just to be sure!

but the second ares’ hips were pushing back and his lips were back on seunggi’s, the only thing he cared about was ares and making him feel good. he didn’t wait another second to push his finger inside, already beginning to curl it with every slow thrust. he let out a hum into the kiss, his teeth nipping at ares’ bottom lip. “i love you, you know. more than anything.”

ares let a quiet moan escape his lips at the first push, eyes flicking closed as he let himself relax. not that he wasn’t already relaxed, because he was, but — well. it was a different kind of relaxing when his husband was fingering him, you know? “mhm, i do know that.” already ares could feel the pleasure building, slowly warming him from the inside out and was only made better by the kisses. with seunggi behind him, touching him, kissing him, it only made sense that he was so quickly turning on. it might have been teasing when his husband first got home, sure, but now? ares was hard and all too eager to play. “hate to break it to you, baby, but i love you more.” a small, teasing smile found his lips just before ares was pressing in for another kiss. not just one, but as many as he could get, really.

seunggi, of course, could have easily continued arguing with ares over that point. without hesitation. but when there were lips on his, he quickly realized what was important here (kissing ares. always). once his hand fell a little more sure of its movements, curling and thrusting with a little more ease and speed, seunggi’s free hand dragged down ares’ side and past his hip to linger on his lower abdomen. and by the time he was adding a second finger, his fingers were curling loosely around his husband’s length, just to hold for the moment.

ares would never complain about having seunggi, no matter what form that came in. however. some positions were better than others if only due to the access it allowed him to have to his husband. case in point — he couldn’t really see him right now. nor could he touch as easily as he could in other positions. not that ares wasn’t going to touch all the same! it just made the act of slipping his hands around to start working on seunggi’s pants a little less smooth. it probably had to do with how good he felt right now, too, honestly. good enough that his head fell back against seunggi’s shoulder with another moan, eyes closing as the other man worked him. “feels so good, baby,” was murmured as his he blindly started tugging at seunggi’s pants. ares didn’t need much, just enough to get what he wanted.

where seunggi was happy to feel ares relax against him, falling content as he started to stroke in time with his thrusts, he wasn’t quite having ares working on his pants. he wasn’t looking to get off; just to get ares off. that was just as fun for him, if not exponentially more! but if it was what ares wanted, he’d let him touch as he pleased— he’d let him do whatever he wanted, really. “good,” seunggi hummed into his ear, his head dipping to start pressing kisses along his husband’s shoulder. “you’re so tight, honey,” his fist grew tighter around ares’ length as his thrusts grew harder, his teeth nipping at his neck. “so pretty for me.”

ares’ moans were escaping freely at this point, his hips were even starting to rock a little! it just felt so good, he couldn’t be expected to stay still. “oh, fuck, seunggi,” his voice was a little breathy as he spoke, cock twitching as that familiar pleasure started to build and build. his own hand took to wrapping around seunggi’s cock, though really he was just touching. at least for the moment, that is. “m’gonna come—“ ares could feel it growing, he knew it wasn’t far off at all — especially not with how good seunggi was touching him. at this point in their relationship ares wouldn’t be surprised if his husband knew how to make him come just as quickly as he could himself. with the way he was moaning, the way his breath was getting caught in his throat — yeah, he was close. and there was something about touching seunggi that only added to all of it, even if he was just — well, just holding. “don’t — don’t stop—“ not that ares really imagined seunggi would, but there was always the chance!

that—

that was all seunggi needed to hear, really. all he needed was to hear that ares was close and— well. his own breath caught as both hands picked up the pace, both falling a little rougher as they tried to get ares there. “come for me, kitten. let me feel you—“

ares’ breath picked up, too, skin flushing as his orgasm neared. his noises grew louder, too, as his body tensed and his orgasm all but ripped through him. it didn’t exactly take him by surprise, sure, but that didn’t stop the choked noises that slipped free. the hand that had made its way back to seunggi’s hair tightened around a fistful, back arching as he gasped and moaned out the others name with his release.

seunggi had no real intention of stopping once ares finished; of course he did his best to keep going for ares but eventually both hands grew slower and slower until it only made sense for him to stop but— that didn’t mean he’d stop touching, exactly. (as if he could ever.) once ares was done, seunggi’s hands went wandering along ares’ torso, both arms wrapping around him to let one hand find his side and one hand find his hip. “did so good, baby—“ he repeatedly pressed kisses along ares’ shoulder, up his neck, and another to the corner of his lips. “— sorry, i ruined dinner?”

ares simply couldn’t help the way his body seemed to tense and twitch under seunggi’s hands, nor the noises that so easily bubbled free with every passing second. he felt good, so good that he was pretty sure his mind had went completely blank aside from seunggi seunggi seunggi. only when those hands started roaming could he even begin to calm down, muscles slowly relaxing once more as he melted into his husband. “apology accepted,” came teasingly as ares slowly turned in the others arms, his own finding their way around seunggi’s neck as he pressed against him. “we can order in?” it might taste a little burnt, whatever didn’t boil over and out onto their stove (and floor). “and you never did tell me about my irresistible qualities.” it was teased with a smile as ares stole a kiss (or two).

“we can do whatever you want,” would, nine out of ten times, be seunggi’s answer to every question ares asked. “and we can get whatever you want. s’all about you.” especially after seunggi ruined all of his hard work so easily—— still, seunggi teasingly lifted a brow as he leaned in for another kiss. “mm? i could’ve sworn i did—“ again, his smile grew wide as both arms grew tighter around ares’ waist, just to lift him up with a light spin or two. “i really did miss you, baby. more than usual— everything i did i just wanted to be with you instead.” and no, he wasn’t quite ready to put ares down just yet. thank you. in fact, one hand fell to guide one thigh up and around his waist as he began off towards the bedroom. “just wanna change. then we can order— if you want to!”

all about you, seunggi said, and ares couldn’t help the way his features fell fond. how sweet was he? how lucky was ares? he couldn’t think of another way he’d like to spend his days, that’s for sure. if there was no them, ares didn’t want it. “mhm,” he hummed softly as his feet came off the ground, smile staying soft as he peppered a few kisses all over the other man’s face. when his husband was saying and doing all these cute things he couldn’t help to all but overflow (just as their dinner had) as his legs wrapped around his waist. “aw, my love,” ares murmured softly as a hand cupped the other man’s face, eyes wandering his features as they made their way to their room. “luckily for you i’m yours the rest of the night.” and, honestly, he was never more than a phone call away. not that ares could always show up to his husbands work, or anything, but he would. “i kinda like you like this, you know.” his words were mused with a smile as that same hand smoothed over the collar of his shirt with a hum. “but i also like watching you strip, too, so—“

you know, it was a good thing that seunggi was able to walk with ares in his arms, only watch him, and not stub his foot on anything, like a stray door or corner. it worked in his favor, of course; he had the chance to get mesmerized by those features that he’d missed.

“do you?” he huffed out a soft, fond laugh as they entered the bedroom, his fingers squeezing against the skin of ares’ thigh before gently placing him down at the end of their bed. “i don’t know if i can do anything sexy for you— my hips don’t move like that.”

“mhm, i do.” ares held onto the other man for a few extra seconds before fully letting go, only for both hands to settle behind himself for support. “what, no dance?” he scoffed with his words, though it was nothing more than a teasing gesture. not that he’d object if seunggi did give him a dance! in fact … “i think your hips move just fine, baby.” his smile only grew as his mind all but ran with the idea. as if he’d let the chance to see seunggi shake a little something something slip by! “not even a little shimmy? for me?”

"not even a little shimmy," seunggi laughed, his head shaking as he took a half a step closer to the bed. he practically (did) hover over ares as he took his cuff links off, placing them in his pocket. "if you want to watch, you can watch. but i can't promise anything exciting." especially a shimmy— he seriously wasn't very good at those. trust him on this. he slid his jacket off of his shoulders without a second thought, just to toss it on the mattress next to ares. "sorry, baby."

where ares might have considered tossing himself back in a dramatic fashion (with a groan), he didn’t. mostly due to how close seunggi was, and how stupidly good he looked doing the simplest of things. like taking off cuff links was the new in and sexy thing. all the same it had his attention! no shimmy needed, apparently (not that he’d complain still!). “not even a little —“ a little shake, or something? he’d settle for a spin, even! or, well, nothing, he supposed. the current situation wasn’t exactly bad, you know? it was still seunggi, he was still getting naked. or close to naked? “this is nice, too.” no dancing needed, not when his husband was close enough that his hands could lift to his hips. ares’ fingers took to curling around his waistband in the same second, though he didn’t start tugging, or anything. it was on his mind, sure, but he didn’t want to rush him along! “i think you should give me a kiss to make it up to me, love.”

how could seunggi not get overwhelmingly fond at ares saying that this, just looking at him, was just as nice? his smile grew soft, especially once those hands were on him. “i think i should give you a lot of things,” he teased, his nose scrunching in amusement as both of his hands lifted to begin loosening his tie, just enough for him to untie it and set it off to the side. still, a brow cocked. “y’want to take ‘em off? you can.”

“what kind of things — i won’t say no to things,” the day would probably never come, honestly. ares loved his husband, he loved everything his husband did — everything he could give. and ares was greedy, a well known fact by now. “yeah, i wanna take them off.” it was said with a soft snicker, but his hands slipped up along the others sides instead. it didn’t take him long at all to drift towards the buttons of seunggi’s shirt, though, in favor of starting with the bottom button and working his way up. “you really do look good, baby. drives me crazy, actually.”

“mm, does it?” seunggi hummed, his hands resting ontop of ares’ just to glide down his forearms and up his biceps to rest on his shoulders. all for good reason, of course, as his head dipped to press a kiss to ares’ nose. “how crazy, hm?” his lips curled into a teasing grin, only for his brows to wiggle relentlessly. “tell me. maybe i’ll give you something in return.”

“can i pick my something?” his own brows waggled back, smile present on his lips as he finished off the last button. from there his hands slipped under either side of seunggi’s shirt to slowly start working it down his arms. “you look so good s’all i can think about all day.” was where ares started, even if it wasn’t much. “it’s almost cruel? leaving the house looking like this when i can’t come with you.” by now his hands made their way down along seunggi’s sides, moving slowly and just enjoying how he felt under him. “sometimes it’s so bad i gotta get off, you know?”

“if you reeeeaally want to,” seunggi laughed softly, his smile growing wider as he let ares slip his shirt down his arms. it was hard to look anywhere but at ares— he was mesmerizing! it was like he trapped (a willing) seunggi! the feeling of goosebumps slipped up and along his arms as his shirt fell to the floor. “— is that true?” it might not have been much to ares, but it was almost unbelievable to seunggi. so much so that he was embarrassingly flattered—

and even more so as ares continued. seunggi’s jaw clenched a little bit, despite his trying very hard to keep a gentle smile on his face. and not a fucking horny one. “yeah?” seunggi murmured, his voice soft as he steered ares’ hands back to the buttons of his pants. turned out he was growing greedy, too. “no, i don’t know. tell me, baby.” tell him everything before his head exploded was more like it. “tell me how it goes.”

“mhm, s’true.” ares would never lie, especially not to seunggi. he had no reason to! besides, he kind of thought it was obvious, anyway, that he was always thinking about his husband. “yeah,” ares reassured as his hands moved right where seunggi (and he) wanted them. his eyes dropped, too, to watch as he unbuttoned his pants and tugged the zipper down. “well,” ares shifted to start tugging his husband's pants down his thighs, eager to get all of the fabric out of the way as he continued on. “you leave, looking so good, and it’s all i can think about.” naturally. “and sometimes i think about just following you to work, maybe bending you over your desk —“ ares’ eyes drifted back up to his husband’s face as both hands slid along his thighs slowly. “sometimes i think about begging you to come back so i can ride you,” his hands drifted with his words, one moving up along his husband’s stomach as the other wrapped around the base of his length. “and my mind just … runs with the thoughts, i just have to touch myself.” he never once looked away from seunggi, not even as he started to work the others length in his fist.

seunggi’s fingertips were back to tapping along ares’ forearms once his hands were where he wanted them, easily resting one on his shoulder while the other went right for his hair. he offered a light tug once his pants were going down, just to smooth over the locks as ares spoke. and, honestly, he had seunggi hanging on every word. every syllable. every letter. it got the point that he could feel the arousal beginning to boil in his stomach, leaving him to grow hot all over— especially once ares’ hand was on his cock. “i’d let you bend me over anywhere,” seunggi hummed, his fingers beginning to card through ares’ hair as he looked and looked and looked at his features. “— even the fucking elevator, honey.” the words were tied with a small smile and a soft sigh, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip at the feeling of friction for the first time. “and you know i’d always come back for you, kitten, mm? ‘specially if you want to play.” the thought of ares begging over the phone, the desperation in his voice— god, he could feel his cock twitch in the other’s hand. his lips fell over and he grabbed at the hair on the back of ares’ hair and tugged to tilt his head back. “open for me, pretty.”

“would you?” the elevator — jesus. you couldn’t say things like that to ares because now he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it until he got a taste of it. a taste of seunggi in some way shape or form, in an elevator. not only that but to know his husband would come home for him if he asked? well — not that he’d take advantage of such a thing, but it was nice to know in case there was a desperate moment. until then? he was happy to live in the moment he had now, fist tight as he slowly stroked his cock. and while ares had been in the process of scooting closer to seunggi his head did tip back, his lips did part, and his hand never once stopped working him. in fact he saw all the more reason to pick up the pace with every hope of getting his mouth on him, too.

if only seunggi had a camera—

not that he would ever be able to forgot the sight of ares working him with his head back and his mouth open— if anything, it was far fucking from it. he felt his own mouth fall open to let a moan slip free at the sight alone, his brows furrowing slightly. the hand on ares’ shoulder fell under his chin to tip his head further back, only to firmly wrap his fingers around his jaw. by which point, seunggi was dipping his head just enough to spit into ares’ mouth before forcing it closed. “gonna swallow both spit and come for me. aren’t you, my good boy?” his hand in ares’ hair slipped down to the base of his neck, nudging him close enough that the tip of his length was pressed against ares’ lips. “got me naked, just for my cock, hm? s’all yours, baby. take it.”

honestly? out of everything seunggi could have put in his mouth he was kind of happy to get this. something about — well, just the act of it, really, turned him on. not that ares wasn’t already turned on, because he was, but now more so. enough that his own cock twitched with a moan getting caught in his throat. he let a hum out in answer as he swallowed, eyes staying on his husband even as he was pulled closer. it really didn’t take much more than that to get his lips parting again, even if it was slow. so slow, actually, teasingly slow, as he took little by little past his lips. not that ares stopped, though. slow, yes. teasing, yes. but he took almost all of him in one go, so! the pace didn’t necessarily change, either, as he pulled back to the tip only to sink right back down. seunggi was right, ares did get him naked (mostly for his cock), and he said it himself! it was his, and he was definitely going to take it until he got what he wanted, or seunggi stopped him.

seunggi’s breathing was heavy as he watched ares’ lips part over and over, his brows slowly raising as he fell more relaxed. it was nice— teasing, yes— but it felt nice to go slow like this. to feel ares over ever inch of him, and know that his husband was enjoying it just as much as he was.

“that’s it,” he murmured in encouragement, his fingers gently carding through ares’ hair as he watched. a long him slipped free as his own head tilted back for a minute, in the quiet hopes that he’d get his bearings here.

“want you to touch yourself—“ he breathed out, his thumb dragging softly and blindly along ares’ cheekbone. “for me, honey.”

the hand that was wrapped around the base of seunggi’s length went on the move, fingers instead curling around his husband’s hip as he bobbed his head. it was mostly so ares could aim for taking all of the other man’s length, eyes closing as he relaxed enough to try and properly get seunggi down his throat. his own noises were muffled as he did so, fingers digging into the others skin with a small tug — not that it mattered seeing as he himself was pressing in, all with the hopes of getting his nose against seunggi’s skin. all the while ares’ other hand went to his own cock at his request, though he didn’t exactly do anything else. not right away, at least. his mind was a little preoccupied with seunggi, and making sure he felt good, too. which, currently, looked like ares choking on his dick, so — yeah, he was slightly distracted! that, and he was selfish. bobbing his head on his husband’s cock was his main priority, as was picking up the pace with the intention of getting the other man moaning more.

“fuck—“ seunggi moaned out with a soft laugh, always amazed by how fucking good ares was with his mouth. and he’d only just started! but with the pleasure that started to bubble in the pit of his stomach, it was clear to him that this wasn’t going to go on for too long. “m’not gonna last, baby—“ he laughed again, another deeper moan cutting his words in half as it pleased. his grip on ares’ hair grew tighter as his head bobbed, leaving seunggi all but mewling where he stood. “just like that—“

that was exactly the kind of thing ares liked to hear, especially in moments like this. he wanted his husband to come, that was the whole point! or not necessarily the whole point, because part of him (a big part) liked getting seunggi in his mouth. ares’ moans continued to fall muffled as he worked the other man, his own fist starting to move as well. he didn’t keep pace, or anything, but he did start to stroke himself. it was a slow touch compared to how he was sucking seunggi’s cock, the pace falling quicker and steady. his eyes opened, too, as if hoping he’d get to see every little flicker and change of expression when his husband found his release.

seunggi became nothing but a mess of curses and gasping moans within a few seconds— all because the second his head fell forward again, he found ares’ eyes and—

yup, that’ll do it.

“shit—“ he gasped out with a sudden furrow of his brows. his eyes quickly screwed shut, too, as he neared his orgasm, his moans growing louder. and when he finally reached his peak, it was with a quick, loud breath in and a long moan out as he forced ares’ mouth down around the entirety of his length. just for a few long seconds before he was back to smoothing over his hair and tugging him back.

god —- seunggi sounded so. fucking. good. all. the. time. it really did play such a big part to ares’ own pleasure and desire. knowing that he could make seunggi feel good, that he could get him moaning so prettily, would always get his cock aching and hard — he couldn’t help it! even when he was gagging on cock it — especially when he was gagging on cock. ares’ own eyes fell closed again, too, as he kept his lips firm and his tongue pressed to the underside of his husband’s length. he swallowed every drop, eyes only opening as he was pulled off with both hands finding seunggi’s hips. ares gave a lazy flick of his tongue over the tip as his hands wandered along the others torso, fingers ghosting along his sides and up to his chest. one final lazy suck around the head and ares was pushing up to stand, eager to press in close as he went for a kiss.

seunggi, with his half of a mind, didn’t do much of anything but let his own hands ghost over ares’ as they moved, eager to hold onto something just for a second or two. eventually, he went reaching for ares’ sides again as the man stood, all too eager to pull him in for a kiss, too. “thank you—“ seunggi murmured before pressing his lips against his husband’s, happy to just kiss and kiss and kiss.

but. you know. there was a certain… elephant in the room.

“do you want to get off?” he murmured once more, his lips wandering to scatter soft kisses along the man’s jaw and neck.

ares’ own hands slowly made their way around his husband’s waist to rest at his lower back as they kissed. and kissed. and, frankly, he was content to stay as is! just having seunggi in an arms reach was enough, especially when they were one for one. “mhm — no, m’fine, baby.” he’d put a clean pair of sweats on and things would go down eventually. “i’m not gonna be fine if you keep doing that, though.” was teased with a laugh as one hand lifted to gently grasp under seunggi’s chin and give a tug, wanting nothing more than to get those lips back on his.

“i told you— you taste good!” it was more teasing than anything else as he stopped, a small smile on his lips as his head lifted with ares’ directive. he leaned in for another kiss— or two— or four— before pulling back to look over his husband’s features in admiration. “let me know if you change your mind, mm?” another kiss to ares’ cheek and one hand was gliding down to cop a feel before he stepped away to finish changing. “what do you want to eat, baby? i still feel bad that i ruined your jjigae.”

ares let a soft huff of a laugh escape into their kisses, only to let his smile grow and his eyes close for a second. “mmm, always.” ares wasn’t the one to be quiet when such a thing was on his mind, that’s for sure. his eyes opened again once he felt seunggi pull away, hands slowly falling away as he watched him. not that it took ares long to move towards his closet to grab the sweats he had in mind. “i don’t think you ruined it, my love.” ares snorted quietly as his gaze landed back on the other man, smile growing as he did. “it just wasn’t meant to be, is all.” another snicker as he pulled his pants up his legs, situating them on his hips. “pizza?” wings? thai — anything, really. ares wasn’t picky when it came to food.

“the kimchi disagrees,” seunggi snorted under his breath as he pulled open a drawer to take out a t-shirt. if seunggi hadn’t, you know, needed ares’ pants off more than anything in the world, seunggi probably would’ve been pouting his way into a few pieces of tofu. instead, he was now pulling his boxers back up his thighs and kicking his pants the rest of the way off. “we can do pizza,” he shrugged before pulling his shirt over his head. “garlic bread sounds too good to pass up.” and before he knew it, he was drifting closer and closer to ares, all to wrap his arms around him all over again. “what’re you thinkin’?”

the mention of garlic bread was more than enough to have ares groaning softly, head nodding as he quickly got on board with the idea. pizza and garlic bread wasn’t exactly hard to get on board with, though. “m’thinkin’ about how much i adore you.” his lips curved up into a happy little grin as his own arms settled around his husband’s waist. “that m’so lucky that you’re all mine.”

“i meant about pizza, little bug,” seunggi cooed with a grin, one hand lifting to brush ares’ hair back from his forehead so he could plant a kiss there. from there, he wrapped one arm around his shoulders to keep him close. “and don’t flatter me too much, mm? or else i’m gonna melt and you’re gonna have to mop me up.” he gave a teasing little pout, fully expecting ares to just take him out with the trash. “— let me go clean up your clothes. then we can plop down and order in.”

“oh—“ ares’ smile grew substantially at the realization, with a laugh following suit. his eyes fluttered closed when the kiss landed, only to open right back up as his husband pulled him closer. “i wasn’t thinking about pizza, i was thinking about you, so —“ it came with another snicker of a laugh as his hands snuck under his husband’s shirt to trace circles against his skin. “i can get my clothes, baby,” ares just couldn’t help but keep the smile in place as his eyes wandered the other’s features, chest rising with a soft intake of breath as he was all but filled with love. overfilled, even. it was hard not to be when seunggi was being so dang cute, you know? so cute that ares couldn’t help but press in for a kiss. it was nothing more than a distraction, though, a fleeting peck. why? well, because ares was too busy trying to whip around and take off for the bedroom door. he had clothes to clean up, after all.

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116 — ag jealousy rp. it's scandy.

MOVED FROM DISCORD - continued from here.

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as always, ares’ hand was on seunggi’s thigh as he drove, eyes occasionally drifting towards his husband when deemed safe to do so. this was something he wanted to talk about, of course, but he wanted to look at him, too. which is probably why he saved it for towards the end of the drive when they neared the club in question. his hand fell away just long enough to park and then ares was turning in his seat some, that same had dropping right back to seunggi’s thigh for a squeeze. “i want some sort of safe word — just in case you want to stop, yeah?” of course they went both ways, they worked both ways, but ares did want to make sure seunggi knew that just because this was his idea didn’t mean they had to play it out to the finish. things changed, emotions changed — and that was fine. “something easy — you pick.”

as always, seunggi was leaning towards the console between the two of them, his hand curled to rest gently on ares’ inner elbow as his husband drove, silently wishing that there was no space in between them. and just as easily, his attention turned completely to ares, too, his eyes flickering over his features, focused for any sign of change. “— just in case you want to stop, too,” he murmured, his gaze growing more adoring the longer he looked at the other man. he took another moment of silence to just look as he pleased. “— should it be something silly? i feel like they’re always silly,” he grinned, just to lift one hand and pinch gently at ares’ cheek. “like— sonic the hedgehog? ketchup? touchdown?”

“mhm, me too.” those words were more than enough to have ares’ smile softening, though he was sure that had something to do with looking at the man he loved so much. probably. and then he was snorting out a laugh at the options laid out in front of him. “touchdown — i like that one.” it really did make him giggle a little, so surely it would get the job done of stopping things in their tracks if need be. “i don’t want anyone grabbin’ your ass, or anything — nothing below the waist, you know? s’mine,” that was said with that same smile as ares shifted to lean across the console and get a kiss. which brought him to his next point — “no kisses, either.” even if that one probably didn’t need to be said. ares highly doubted such a thing would happen, at least on purpose.

“touchdown it is,” seunggi agreed with a nod, his smile growing wider the more he turned to look at his husband. he leaned closer and closer into the center console, unknowing it’d reward him with a kiss before he knew it. “mm—“ he blinked, almost a little more focused on ares and his lips than the idea of a stranger touching him. “no kisses,” he repeated to show that he understood, but it wasn’t as if he wanted to kiss anyone but ares, anyway. “nothing below the waist.” he nodded, his head tilting the more he thought about it. “what about dancing, mm? what’s too much?”

the hand on seunggi’s thigh went on the search for his husbands hand instead, eager to curl his fingers around it — god only knows how long until he’ll get to do it again tonight! “dancin’ is fine — you can dance with whoever and however you want, baby.” ares certainly didn’t want to limit seunggi too much in this adventure, and dancing was innocent enough. there weren’t really too many ways to dance with people in a club, you know? “as long as you’re comfortable and having fun, hm?” ares couldn’t help but lean in again, all too happy to steal another kiss. “what about you? anything you want to be said? limits and, well, rules — anything, really, baby. desires.” the last bit was said with a grin as ares squeezed seunggi’s hand. “tell me what you’re thinkin’.”

“are you sure?” seunggi murmured with another kiss to ares’ cheek, and another, and another. “you’ll let me know if you change your mind?” a text, a signal— anything. it wasn’t only seunggi venturing out of his comfort zone here; he never wanted to do anything that’d make either of them regret trying this. (not that he thought he was going to go off the walls? it’s been years since he’d so much as danced with anyone but ares, so. it’d take him a minute to get back in the swing of things.)

“i don’t know,” seunggi hummed, honest as his hand turned to play with ares’ fingers. “i don’t.. really have anything in mind.” except for getting railed. that’s about it. but still— his expectations were more than likely to change at some point in the night. this was seunggi, after all. “just… want you to want me, i think. so much you can’t stand it.” it being someone else’s hands on him, or something as simple as space between them. “that’s all.”

“mhm, yeah, baby, m’sure. i’ll let you know if i don’t like something.” if something went too far and didn’t sit right in his chest? of course he’d tell seunggi. this was new and they were both exploring, there were bound to be a few bumps along the way. that didn’t mean things would have to abruptly stop — not unless touchdown was uttered, at least. “i do want you every day, baby. so bad i can’t stand it.” it was said with a growing smile as his free hand lifted to cup seunggi’s cheek, maybe even give it a gentle pinch while he was at it. ares leaned in once more, wanting to get another kiss before they got the ball rolling here. “you can touch, too, if you want — just, same stuff. nothin’ below the waist, and all.” it was added with a peck to seunggi’s nose.

seunggi couldn’t help but let out a fond fit of laughs, his hand lifting to cover ares’ own on his cheek. “maybe, but not like this, baby.” it’d been a long time where they’d ever been out even partially separated from one another. usually seunggi was attached to ares by the hip and never had any want to dance with someone else. but now that it was for the hell of it? “i don’t think i’ll even want to touch,” he snorted, his eyes flickering up. “it’ll just make me miss you.” and to a certain extent, that was the whole point, wasn’t it? seunggi lifted ares’ hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, then to the back of his hand. “i love you. — thank you for doing this.”

“cute,” and it was! hearing those words felt good. seunggi was his, and he was seunggi’s — touching other people didn’t really do much for them, did it? but it was an option, at least, just in case seunggi wanted to up the ante. “and i love you. so much, darling.” to the point that ares would quite literally do anything for seunggi, let alone something he was interested in, too. “gimme another kiss and then we can go in — or maybe one of us should get a head start.” it was kind of joking, but at the same time? maybe they should play into it like that, he didn’t know.

“a head start?” seunggi grinned, leaning in to press another kiss to ares’ lips, this one longer and softer. he realistically didn’t want to pull away so soon, but he didn’t have much choice, did he? they came all the way here for this— and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t see ares again! the whole point was to find each other again, naturally. so, obviously (but not so obvious for seunggi), they’d have to split up.

“do you want to go?” he murmured, all too ready to chase ares’ lips for another kiss. “or do you want me to?”

there was a soft hum into the kiss, and really — ares was in the same boat! he didn’t want to break away, which is probably why he found himself chasing after the other man to get another kiss. which, well — it looked like they were on the same page. “i can, yeah,” his lips turned up into another smile as he kissed his husband once more. “give me a minute or two, baby.” a little longer, even, to fight through the crowd and get into the club, and all. “i love you,” ares leaned over the console that much more to give seunggi one last kiss and mean it, before he was finally pulling away to hop out of the car. and what more was there to do but do exactly what the plan was? to show his id to get in, to weave and slip through the crowd to get right to the bar. ares took the first open spot he could find, and moments later he was ordering his first drink of the night — almost ordered two out of habit, but — from there? what more was there to do but turn his attention towards the entrance and wait for his husband to finally appear?

a minute or two, ares had said, and seunggi was practically clawing at the passenger door to follow him into the club the second he was left alone. he even tried to do his due diligence of counting two minutes, or even just watching the clock, but—

the second he saw ares slip inside, he was popping open the door to take his turn. it was equally as smooth— show his id, find his way inside, and cling to the bar the first second he could. internally, his instincts were kicking in to find ares, but— he had to man up a little bit here, right? ares was here somewhere, and he was fine. maybe he was in the bathroom! maybe he was dancing! anything! (it was a little crazy how he could be miles away from his love and not worry frantically, but did the minute they were in the same building.)

after procuring his own drink, he didn’t take much time to, well— chug it. he needed a little bit of courage here, sue him. and one drink turned to two before he even thought about putting one foot on the dance floor, a little mindless in regards to just about everyone around him. it’d be weird if he looked for someone decent, right? he just— he needed hands, and like— a fucking body, or something. that was all. (sorry to whoever ends up his piece of meat?) but for now he was happy to dance on his own in the hopes of things going naturally.

ares was happy to, well — not really do anything? not right away, at least. this was so new, even if it wasn’t totally. he’s come out on his own before! it’s just been years. just like it’s been years since he’s been single. and it wasn’t like he was trying to get into that mindset, not really — more like just trying to ease into things. ares didn’t have seunggi at his side, but he did have his drink, and a pretty good spot at the bar. funny how close they might’ve been in that moment, but he all too easily got pulled into people watching, of all things. ares took the first stool to become available to him, one elbow leaning on the bar as the other hand held his glass. from there? what more was there to do but sip his drink and slowly look over the crowd in hopes of spotting his husband? that, and maybe chat to the people beside him, of course. it was almost impossible for him not to be friendly and chat when given the opportunity to do so.

seunggi spent a good ten minutes on his own on the dance floor, and if he hadn’t had anything to drink, he would’ve minded about eight minutes earlier. instead, he had the opportunity to just dance as he pleased, which eventually—

eventually brought a woman to his side, which… if he was honest, he wasn’t totally expecting. but he wasn’t against it! not when they eventually made eye contact, and when she eventually faced him— gently holding his shoulder as his hand found its way to just above her waist. it took him a minute or two to get the rhythm of this down, but once he did, he started to have a little more fun with it.

—— until he felt someone behind him, destroying and all rhythm he might have had. but with the fact that the woman in front of him wasn’t surprised in the slightest by the sudden appearance of the man, he felt himself ease back into it, too, especially when hands found his waist.

honestly? it didn’t take ares all that long to find his husband. a few minutes, maybe, and his eyes landed on those familiar features. the real struggle came in those moments after. it was hard not to watch him, and it was equally as hard not to get up and go over to him. he looked so good, the way he was moving was so inviting — already ares wanted to get his hands on seunggi’s hips and dance along with him. but that wasn’t the point of tonight, was it? ares really was struggling, though — enough so that he had to order his second drink, if only to give himself that momentary distraction. so imagine his surprise when he found seunggi with company out on the dance floor just minutes later. ares’ breath caught at the sight, which — yeah, maybe it wouldn’t be too hard at all to play up the jealousy thing. his first ten seconds of watching and he already felt it bubbling up, let alone when there was suddenly a seunggi sandwich. whatever conversation he might have had with the people beside him didn’t really matter anymore, especially not when he was getting up out of his seat. surely he could find a better view of seunggi’s show, even if that looked like ares slipping onto the dance floor, too. he’d never turn down the chance to dance, now was no different. it just so happened he had other motives, too. like seeing just how these strangers touched seunggi, and already so badly wanting to take their spots. ares wouldn’t, but he wanted to. for now he’d just enjoy his drink as he moved to the music, gaze occasionally drifting in seunggi’s direction.

if seunggi was honest, the second he felt a man behind him, half of his subconscious willed the other half into believing it was ares. he probably wouldn’t have been there as long as he had if he didn’t do that— and for a moment, it was almost easy. after years of feeling ares’ hands on him, tugging and pulling at his shirt just as these hands were now, it wasn’t difficult to imagine that they did belong to ares.

but when his own hand lifted to grasp at the back of the man’s neck when he felt lips behind his ear and traveling down towards his neck, his fingers twitched upon realizing that he didn’t feel the same. it almost took him out of it for a moment— had his eyes popping open, scanning his immediate surroundings for his husband. but the woman seemed to sense his nervousness; she took her opportunity to find seunggi’s eyes again, holding them as she dragged her hands along his chest as she innocently slotted their legs. (no grinding to be seen anywhere, for the record!) she leaned in close, too, to murmur a few words of encouragement in seunggi’s ear, making his cheeks go red and his eyes fell shut again. her hands readjusted his: made him grip the man harder, and the same with her waist.

it was almost comical the way ares felt his neck snap with the quick double take he had to do. equally as comical how almost every fiber in his being started to scream at him with how they were touching his husband. caging him in like that — like he liked to do. speaking in his ear — like he liked to do. kissing his — and you know what — ares had to stop himself from wedging himself right into their little bubble the moment he caught sight of his husband blushing, too. who did they think they were! his seunggi, blushing because of someone else. because of — oh, ares didn’t even want to know what was being said. but, well — seunggi looked like he was enjoying himself. he was in the moment, and honestly? so was ares. he was sure this was exactly how seunggi wanted him to feel, what he had expressed — ares just didn’t think he’d be able to last much longer, is all. again, comical. laughable! on the way into the club tonight expected their fun to last a while — ares fully expected they’d enjoy this little game for hours! if he could spare a look at his watch he was sure it would have barely been thirty minutes. surely he could make it forty, right? to do so, though, he knew he couldn’t be so close. it was far to easy to just cross the floor and take what was his. instead ares was shooting the rest of his drink on his way right back to the bar — he’d need another, and a good bit of distance to watch them instead of react to them.

despite, you know, losing as much of himself as he could allow in the moment, seunggi was doing pretty damn good at keeping things pg. every wandering hand that seemed as though it wanted to go south was redirected above his waist, and after a while, they seemed to understand. every attempt at kissing him full-on was dodged, leading to lips on his neck again and again, not that he was complaining. he— he was having fun, was all. and despite how it might have looked, it was all innocent in his eyes! purposeful, sure, but innocent.

and yet, the second his head lifted from the man’s shoulder and his eyes opened to immediately find ares looking at him, he—

well. quite fucking honestly. his dick twitched in his pants.

his lips fell open, too, making way for his teeth to nip and bite at it as he they danced, his fingers curling to grasp at the back of the woman’s neck to encourage her to kiss and kiss and kiss.

but it didn’t last too long. one of the man’s hands wandered up seunggi’s side and, before he knew it, was splaying around the column of his neck to curl and tighten. only just enough to pull him back against his body, but also enough to force a surprised gasp out of him. but— again— he wasn’t complaining. just settling his head back against his shoulder as the pair kissed over seunggi’s own.

it seemed ares was a weak man after all — very weak. every second, every touch, it all added up much quicker than he could have ever imagined. they were all over him and, frankly, ares hated it — or, well. no, that was simply what jealously felt like, if he had to guess. every single thing they did ares knew he could (and would) do it better. every little noise, or every flush to his skin — oh, ares would do it better. sooner rather than later, it seemed. ares probably looked like a crazy person, but he couldn’t help it. mere minutes at the bar and once again he was up, his new drink going untouched and forgotten as his steps took him right back into the sea of people. there was no stopping this time, no detour for his own fun, no, ares was walking with intention here. every step lead him right to the three of them, stopping just shy of actually knocking one of them out of the way. “seunggi,” it was said loud enough to hopefully get his attention as his eyes quickly wandered over woman, then the man, and then landed on his husband at last. and only when he was sure seunggi knew it was him, that it wasn’t some stranger, did he (hopefully gently?) urge the woman out of the way just enough to grab seunggi’s jaw and land a (probably rough?) kiss on his lips.

it was almost funny how the sound of his name had his head snapping up, staring in practiced disbelief as he watched his husband’s eyes wander from the woman, to the man still grabbing his waist, to him. it was——

he could see the fact that ares was bothered on his face, and it could only mean one of two things. one: seunggi’d done well. two: seunggi’d crossed every line imaginable and ares was going to break things off with him right then and there. as in, there quite literally could’ve been a touchdown on the horizon.

and it’d be a lie to say that seunggi wasn’t scared of the chances of the latter with how his breath caught in his throat, struggling to get a good one down in the split seconds that he stared—

and yeah, maybe he was more than elated with the rough kiss to his lips, even going so far as to gasp against ares’ own. and the force of the kiss (along with seunggi being surprised) pushed him back against the man behind him, who’d begun to back off little by little the second ares came over. but instead of grabbing for him as he had minutes before, seunggi had grabbed haphazardly at ares’ hips, his waist, his shirt— anything to keep him close and get him closer. he wanted the taste of whatever ares had been drinking on his own tongue, and he didn’t want to stop until he got it.

it would be a lie to say ares wasn’t overjoyed to feel those hands on him. it was like that squeezing feeling in his chest had so suddenly disappeared and everything felt right once more. seunggi was grabbing at him, kissing him, and ares was this 🤏 close to losing himself completely. he wouldn’t, of course, but it was almost too easy to let himself start slipping. the hand on seunggi’s jaw tightened and he did his best to hold him still, his own head pulling back. his other hand went right to seunggi’s waist in the same moment, hand slipping down over the top of his thigh and in. in the same second ares was stepping closer, wanting to cover any naughty touching as his hand went right where he wanted it to go, getting a good grope over seunggi’s clothed length. “you’re mine, right baby?” it wasn’t exactly a quick touch, but after a few good beats he did go on the move again. it drifted around to his lower back and ares used that same grip to pull seunggi’s body against him as he slotted his thigh between seunggi’s own. the hand on his jaw shifted, too, if only for his thumb to tug at seunggi’s bottom lip. “say it.”

of all things seunggi might have expected from ares after crashing into each other like that, hands were undeniably at the top of the list. he expected ares to grab and practically grope everywhere he pleased——

but! it was safe to say that he did not expect seunggi’s dick to be on that list! in public! with two people less than two feet away! and he knew it wouldn’t go on for too long, nor would it turn into anything more, but it certainly lasted longer than he expected.

and ares’ words got seunggi right where he wanted him. he let out a soft breath in surprise with how quickly ares shifted him this way and that, until they were as close as they could possibly be.

as always, seunggi took his finger in between his teeth, nipping gently before he pressed a kiss to the pad of his finger. and he heard ares’ request, he just——

well. he wasn’t quite done challenging him? only because with how the couple were now lingering behind him, how could he not—

he leaned closer into ares, just to nip at his earlobe for a long moment. then, his voice fell into a low whisper. “she asked if they could fuck me,” he sighed into his husband’s ear, fingers gripping tightly at his shoulder to make sure ares heard. “said m’too handsome to not try.” he took another second to bite at ares’ ear again, before leaving a kiss on his cheek. “— is she right? hm?”

ares couldn’t look anywhere else right now — no, seunggi had his full attention. especially when he was nipping at his finger the way he was. it was oh so tempting to urge that same finger into the other man’s mouth — tempting, sure, but he’d resist. at least not here, in the middle of a club where they had at least two pairs of eyes on them. ares was going to do his best to keep his head on straight, you know? and then seunggi’s voice was in his ear, and ares could not believe what was being said. he could, actually. he did believe it. of course they wanted to fuck him! of course he was that handsome! but to hear it? ares let his hand slip under his husbands shirt, fingers curling around his hip as his head again pulled back. he wanted to see said handsome face, wanted to see just how much seunggi was enjoying this. “she is,” it was a simple answer, one said as his hand tightened around seunggi’s hip, and not long after he was doing his best to encourage some movement. they were on a dance floor, after all. and seunggi had put on such a good show for him, it shouldn’t be a surprise that ares wanted a piece of it, too. which is why he was leaning in, too, to be able to speak lowly in his husbands ear. “is that what made you blush so prettily, baby boy?” his lips made a slow path downwards, nipping harshly at the soft skin of seunggi’s neck. they might have kissed him here, but ares was going to be damn sure his marks would be the only thing seunggi remembered. “did they make you feel good, seunggi baby? hm? or were you just thinking about me? tell me.”

“mm, you saw?” seunggi laughed softly, hand shifting to wrap his arm around ares’ shoulders. his opposite hand kept a tight fist on ares’ shirt, especially once they started dancing. “it was,” what made him blush, that is. he liked it, the attention. more so from ares, though, especially knowing that he’d been watching seunggi for longer than the older man had thought——

“i was thinking about you,” seunggi answered into his ear, taking a moment and accidentally hesitating on which answer he’d pick. he wanted to wind ares up, of course, but there was always a line. “i kept wishing he was you.” the adrenaline and the bass of the music kept seunggi’s heart beating right out of his chest, leaving him to drag one of ares’ hands down towards his ass. “i want to kiss you, baby— somewhere private—“

“mhm,” of course he saw — the moment he laid eyes on seunggi he could hardly stand to look away! ares didn’t even want to think about what might have happened in the time he didn’t have eyes on his husband, but if it was anything like what he did see? well — that train of thought was so easily derailed as he listened to seunggi, even if he was half distracted. his brain was running in circles, for one, and two? seunggi’s shirt was in the way — all the more reason to bring his free hand up and drag the fabric out of the way. he wanted to mark him up, but maybe not to the point that he couldn’t go to work without a turtleneck on. “good.” if anything could bump his ego up a few notches it was knowing that seunggi’s mind was on ares ares ares, despite having the attention of others. “oh yeah?” one final (harsh) bite right above his collarbone before his hand was being highjacked, only to then give an equally as strong grab at seunggi’s ass. and then ares was lifting his head. “is that all you want, hm?” with his words ares was all too eager to start urging seunggi backwards for a few steps in the direction of the bathroom, even if he knew it wouldn’t work for long. it was crowded, after all.

“mhm,” seunggi hummed, honest. he did, really, only want to kiss at the moment— it was all he could think about! he just wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss until he was so dizzy he had no choice but to hold onto ares. he was sure he’d only want more and more the longer that went on, but— they’d cross that bridge when they got there! after another moment, his hand fell to grab at ares’ as he pulled away, only to turn and begin tugging him towards the bathroom… as if ares would need the tugs.

ares definitely didn’t need the tugs, he’d follow seunggi just about anywhere right now. or any time, really, he was whipped as could be — could you blame him, though? “what about what i want, baby?” it was said as ares wrapped around seunggi from behind, one hand splaying over his stomach as the other moved up over his chest. such a move might have hindered their walking for a moment, but ares didn’t care. not when he was able to drag his lips along seunggi’s neck, all while doing his best to not step on his heels as they neared the bathroom. “you drive me fucking crazy,”

“tell me what you want, hm?” seunggi laughed, happy and drunk off of finally having ares with him again. he enjoyed their little waddling, especially because it meant that they could stay close. “tell me what you want, and i’ll consider it.” he was only teasing, of course— at best, the only decision came down to whether they’d use a bathroom stall or if ares’ answer was so crude that they should opt for the backseat of his car, instead.

it was that easy, wasn’t it? it’s kind of how things worked in general — ask, and see if it was something you could have. “i want you on your knees for me,” not right away, of course — ares also wanted to kiss seunggi to his hearts content. ares wanted to be all over his husband, kissing and touching as much as he pleased. and then he wanted him on his knees.

you know what, it was amusing how seunggi perked up at the sound of ares practically reading his mind. it was all he could think about since he found his way to seunggi; since he grabbed him by the jaw and swallowed all of his attention. only fitting that they do it all over it again—

seunggi squeezed at one of ares’ hands, only lifting the other to push open the bathroom door to finally make their way inside. he didn’t say much in response— or anything, really— just tugged ares deeper and deeper into the bathroom, just to pull him harshly into the last stall. “i’ll do whatever you want,” he swallowed thickly, the look in his eyes proving serious.

ares was pleased to see seunggi was just as eager as he was — or so ares was assuming with the way he was being dragged into the stall. the sound of the door slamming behind him barely registered, and he gave a half assed attempt at locking it behind him with one hand as the other grabbed at seunggi’s shirt to pull him in. he wanted a kiss, and he wanted it now. just like he also wanted to get his hands on his husband properly, which meant he was quickly moving to start undoing a few buttons of his shirt — just enough that he’d be able to touch his skin like he wanted to.

seunggi let out an amused gasp with how quickly ares tugged him in— he was happy to kiss him senseless, of course and as always. either by accident or by design, his stepping closer left their legs slotted together as seunggi leaned his weight against the other man—

until there were fingers on his shirt, undoing buttons as they pleased. not too many, was seunggi’s first thought, simply because he hated the thought of being shirtless in a club bathroom, but—— he did say he’d do whatever ares wanted.

first, however, he had to lock the door that ares didn’t, making it quick. that same hand them lifted to grasp at the back of ares’ head, instead. “want you to be rough with me—“ he gasped between kisses, his kisses coming harder and harder with each and every one. “make me forget—“

ares did only do a few buttons — he’d have to get credit for not yanking his shirt free, too. no, ares was content to just slip his hands past the fabric and drag his fingers along seunggi’s sides. it was exactly what he wanted, and only got better as he started to rock his hips against seunggi’s. it had him moaning into his husbands mouth, mind basically going blank as he touched and pulled with every intention of feeling seunggi on him as much as possible. ares gave no answer to anything being said in favor of just going in for more kisses, though he did bite at seunggi’s bottom lip when he got the chance. one hand found it’s way into his hair, fingers curling around a fistful and using said grip to pull the other man back. not too much, just enough that he was able look at him. ares kept a harsh grip on both his hair and his waist, wanting to keep seunggi right where he wanted him. “you haven’t said it yet.”

the feeling of skin against his own, to ares’ lips on his, to his hips moving against seunggi’s— he almost felt like he’d gotten hit by lightning, if he was honest. it was if he was paying too much attention, too tuned into every noise and shift from ares. but he liked it this way— liked the thrill of seeing someone he thought was hot from across the club and dragging them into a bathroom stall. it was fun and intense and—

maybe just what they needed?

still, he let out a surprised gasp with the harsh tug to his hair, his brows lifting and mouth falling open as he stared. but— ares’ words had his face falling a little teasingly smug. and he didn’t move for a moment or two, just let his eyes flicker over the other man’s features as his desire swelled in his chest. to which end— his hands fell to ares’ pants and, within seconds, he had them unbuttoned and the zipper down.

“why don’t you make me?”

it was tempting to drag seunggi back in and to find his way right back to his neck — to make him wait for what he so obviously wanted (if the way his pants suddenly felt less tight was anything to go by). he wanted to keep sucking and biting at his skin — honestly? ares didn’t think he’d be satisfied until he saw his marks all over his husband. it might take all night, but he’d get there. there was no need to rush it right now. besides, ares quite liked the idea of getting what he wanted, too. ares let his head fall back some, staying quiet as his eyes wandered over seunggi’s features. he had a million and one ideas swirling in his head, ideas that would take this night in all sorts of different directions. but why complicate it? ares had things he wanted, even if seunggi was being difficult with one of them — those same eyes locked on seunggi’s and still nothing was said — not even as one hand moved to the older man’s shoulder. that paired with the one in his hair? ares started to push and urge him down, unrelenting in doing so.

see, all ares had to do was tell seunggi to get on his knees and he would’ve dropped like it was nobody’s business. but—

he liked the push, too. scratch that— he fucking loved the push. he could’ve sworn his eyes turned into little hearts as his eyes stayed locked on ares’ while he sank down. he didn’t take long to begin pulling his husband’s pants down, but he did take a moment before finally letting his eyes drop, too. his teeth chewed on his bottom lip as he looked and looked, just—

just for his eyes to flicker back up to look at ares through his eyelashes. within seconds, his mouth opened and his tongue slid out just enough for ares to hopefully get the gist.

ares was almost relieved to see seunggi drop down, mostly because he knew what was about to happen. plus, you know, he loved seeing his husband on his knees. add in the fact that this was a fucking club bathroom, of which anyone could walk in at any moment? and seunggi was on his knees? about to have his mouth stuffed full of cock? ares was practically throbbing with desire. said desire didn’t do anything but skyrocket when those lips parted. ares didn’t need any time at all to catch on, no, within seconds his hand was wrapping around his length. ares was quick guide the tip past seunggi’s lips, his other hand still tight in his husbands hair. he also took to tugging him down his length, hips flexing slightly in the same second that he was gasping out. “fuck, seunggi —“ well — yeah. ares didn’t know quite how badly he wanted this until right now. and seunggi did say he could do whatever he wanted, so there was absolutely no hesitation in the way he started to thrust into his mouth. it wasn’t fast, or anything, but he was trying to get as much past his lips as he could. gagging his husband be damned.

to say that seunggi didn’t mean to immediately moan around ares’ length would be a lie. he meant to, and he meant to hum around him after that— and he meant for his eyes to get teary as ares’ slowly fucked into his mouth. the noises falling out of him were a little relentless, sure, but he couldn’t help it! his mouth was literally full of dick here, and he was fucking loving every second. so much so that his eyes slowly fell shut once his hand lifted to grab at ares’ hip, the other curling around the back of his knee to hold. his nails might have begun to dig a little bit into the skin of his hip, but—— he’d worry about that later. still, he began to nudge ares faster, harder, as he grew more sure of himself as his cheeks hollowed out (and despite the few gagging fits).

god — ares wasn’t going to last long. which he expected — it was part of the reason he even wanted this. he knew he wasn’t going to last, he wanted to get it out of the way so, you know, he could last when they got home. seunggi’s noises were just urging him along a little quicker than he could have guessed, is all. ares’ jaw went slack as he started to pick up the pace, eyes not one leaving the view — as if. it felt too good, seunggi looked too good, for ares to do anything but really get into it. his shoulders pressed back into the door, hand staying tight around his fistful of hair as ares started to fuck into his husbands mouth. it didn’t take him long at all to find his pace, hips fucking quickly and as deep as he could get. breathless curses escaped between his gasps, that is when they weren’t getting caught in his throat. “fucking —“ maybe he needed to cool it for a second? otherwise he might actually come — was it too soon — ares took a second to bury himself as deep as he could, both hands grabbing at seunggi’s head so he could keep him there. it had him moaning out loudly, head falling back against the door for a second before he fully got himself under control. a long few moments and he finally released the other, pulling out almost all the way before slowly thrusting right back in. “you’re takin’ me so good, pretty baby,”

for the most part, seunggi has only ever had bad sex in the bathroom. it’s too claustrophobic in the tiny ass stalls for anything good to happen, and the sounds of the door, sink, and toilets had a distinct way of killing the vibe completely. but—

this whole thing is kind of like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object? because where he’s only ever had bad bathroom sex, he’s only ever had great sex with ares.

and for the first time in a long time, seunggi is glad to have a cock down his throat in this fucking bathroom. the fact that ares was so uninhibited with his movements, his sounds— god, it was driving seunggi right up the wall. he could feel his pants growing irritatingly tight from where he knelt on the floor, and his arousal was getting too close as ares’ orgasm drew near to the point that he was going to have no choice but to palm himself through his pants, or something.

but before he could even think about that for another second, his nose was less than an inch away his husband’s stomach and he was gagging, hard, around his cock. it took everything in him to not pull away to gasp for air as the spit pooled in his mouth, instead opting to look up at the other man through tear-filled eyes as his hand climbed higher underneath his shirt to grasp at his side. his fingers dug into the skin harshly as he got himself under control, a small hum slipping free once he did. but the noises didn’t remain soft for long; no, the second ares was pulling out to thrust back in, seunggi was back to moaning a little shamelessly, as his eyes fell shut in pure bliss.

it would be a lie, a big lie, to say the sound of his husband gagging so harshly around his cock didn’t, well, go right to his dick. ares could practically feel the pleasure coursing through his body as his thrusts picked back up, he could feel the tension in the pit of his belly growing bigger and bigger. and all because of seunggi. the way he looked, the way he felt, his noises — jesus, ares was going to be thinking about this for days. he’d never be able to come into this bathroom again without getting a boner, he already knew it — “good boy,” it was nothing more than a low, tense praise as one hand moved to brush his thumb along seunggi’s cheek, the other staying put in his hair. with how close he was there was no way in hell ares was going to let him go. “m’gonna come—“ was the warning even necessary? ares was sure he was giving off every possible cue. between his sounds, his choked words — the way he was touching seunggi, looking at him. ares was almost positive his cock was throbbing, too, so — “seunggi,” his voice was breathless as ares seemingly lost what little rhythm he had found, thrusts falling sloppy and short as he chased after his orgasm. not that he had to work too hard, it was right there, after all. “fuck, seunggi—“ even as he found his release he didn’t stop fucking into seunggi’s mouth, though it did fall a little slower. he wanted to milk it a little, is all — really enjoy such a high feeling. he did eventually stop, of course, and the pull out was just as slow. ares just couldn’t help but drag the tip along seunggi’s bottom lip as he did, his other hand moving to instead card through seunggi’s hair. “my pretty boy,”

it was true: ares was giving off every single cue that he was going to finish soon. seunggi knew every single one like the back of his hand; he relished in them when they showed up, and probably found himself more excited about ares’ orgasm than ares did. seunggi perked up and remained steady as ares’ thrusts grew sloppy, his tongue falling firm underneath his cock and his lips growing tighter. he just wanted to make it good for ares, you know? after the beginning of their night, he deserved to get a good orgasm.

and he deserved to watch seunggi swallow everything he was given, even if it was a little delayed with how ares enjoyed himself. his eyes flickered up once the tip dragged along his lips, leaving his come stained tongue to drag along the flesh before he swallowed completely. his head fell forward to lean his forehead against ares’ hip with the hand on his hair, just to catch his breath a little bit.

his rest didn’t last long, though— how could it after that? rather, he slowly but surely got to his feet and, instead of kissing ares like he always did, he wiped the last tear on his cheek and let his mouth fall open wide. again, in a manner that he hoped ares could read.

ares has had a lot of orgasms — seunggi has given him a lot of orgasms —- this one, though? this would be on his mind for a long, long time. every time he looked at seunggi’s for the next week he’d be thinking about how good he looked with cock in his face and come on his tongue. even now, moments after it happened, when ares couldn’t exactly see his face it’s all he could think about. his own eyes closed for a second as his head fell back against the door. little by little he was calming down, relaxing, and slowly getting his head screwed on straight. once he felt seunggi shifting his eyes flicked back open and his hands dropped to put himself back into his pants, attention drifting to his husband all the while. ares didn’t say anything, though, content to watch as seunggi silently asked for what he wanted. and, well — who was ares to deny him? deny himself, even? it didn’t take him long at all to straighten up, nor did it for his hand to grip seunggi’s jaw. a tilt of his head and ares was spitting into his mouth, only to use that same grip to tug seunggi’s face in. it was just enough that he could press a kiss to his cheek before looking at him again, eyes dropping to his lips for a moment. “my good boy, hm? let me see you.”

seunggi paid no mind to the grip ares had on his jaw; just tilted his head as his husband wanted, and watched as ares gave him what he wanted. he let out a low hum of a moan as his mouth closed to swallow as he kept his eyes on ares’. once he did swallow, both of his hands fell to fix ares’ pants completely, his voice tense. “— to the car?”

“mhm,” ares didn’t even think he had to answer — of course he wanted to go right to the car! that sounded better than good, so good in fact that ares was eager to get going. not before getting a proper kiss, though, if he could. “to the car.” it was murmured softly as ares stepped into seunggi’s bubble, one hand going for one of his husbands as the other unlocked the door to let them out. and from there? well, it was pretty straight forward, right? getting out of the club and into the car as quickly as possible.

seunggi hummed happily as he nodded, his head turning to leave ares kissing his cheek again rather than his lips. his lips curled up into the smallest of smalls, however, before his hand squeezed at his husband’s.

he was quick to follow him out of the bathroom and out of the club entirely, never more than one step behind ares’ own. even in the car he refused to let go of ares’ hand, clinging to it as the car shifted gears.

and by the time they found a new, more solitary spot and began climbing into the back seat— well— it was safe to say seunggi was all over ares like a madman. from pushing him down against the blanket he’d laid to all but smashing his lips against his, he couldn’t help but want all of ares’ attention again, along with everything else he had to offer.

there were not a lot of things that got stuck in ares’ head — but seunggi denying him kisses? god, he’d think about it until he finally got one. or two — at least one, though! so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that for the entirety of the drive that was his main thought — seunggi, refusing to kiss him? he could scoff. then again, when wasn’t he thinking about kissing the other man? which didn’t seem to matter once his back hit the floor and he had exactly what he wanted. it probably played out into seunggi’s favor, really, because ares felt like he had been pushed right back into the mindset he was in when he got seunggi off of the dance floor. he wanted him in every way he could have him, which honestly? it led to desperate kisses as ares started tugging at his husbands shirt with every intention of getting it off his body.

seunggi, really, only broke away to finish taking his shirt off. and while it made more sense to just, you know, finish off the last button, it was easier to just pull the fabric over his head to toss it to the side. he wasted no time from there dropping back down to harshly kiss ares again and again, his hands falling to begin undoing his shirt, too. “need you inside me, baby—“ he murmured, tone bordering on impatient. “want your cock.”

the moment seunggi took over with his shirt ares was dropping both hands to the older man’s pants, equally impatient as he did his best to shove them down as quickly as he could. all while not breaking the kiss, of course. “yeah?” ares’ head lifted like he was worried seunggi’s lips would get too far, eager to keep the kissing going even if it meant he didn’t have the focus he needed to get out of his shirt. “i want you naked — where’s the lube?” a fair question, though again ares was a little more interested in dragging his hands along seunggi’s thighs, one dipping in to attempt wrapping around his cock as he left kisses along his jaw. “you’re so hard, hm, baby?”

seunggi’s body lifted up in an attempt to help get his pants down enough, his hands pulling at the collar of ares’ shirt to pull him to sit up. from there, he shivered at the feeling of a hand finally around his cock, his lips all but melting against ares’. “you’ve been driving me crazy—“ he murmured at first as he slipped ares’ shirt over his shoulders and off. “how could i not be?” one hand dragged to slide around ares’ shoulders while the other tangled his fingers in his hair. “take your pants off.”

well — ares was happy to see at least one of them was being productive, here. if it was up to him they would still be making out with whatever fleeting touch he could get — bless seunggi for getting them naked. or close enough, at least. ares moved in whatever which way his husband seemed to want to make it happen, though the moment he was sitting up both arms were wrapping around seunggi’s waist. that, of course, was followed with both hands going right to his ass for a good squeeze or two, “mhm,” it sounded good in theory, taking his pants off — it was one of his favorite things to do, really! but he also liked kissing seunggi, and grabbing his ass, and biting his neck — so, yeah. ares’d get to his pants eventually, for now he was more interested in landing a harsh smack to the others ass, fingers digging into the skin right after.

it was amusing, how ares seemed to hear him— even acknowledged that he did!— but just completely ignored it.

in favor of seunggi’s ass.

and seunggi understood! he did! surely he’d be the same way if the tables were turned and he had the opportunity. but he also had a boner before and is at the beginning of another one know and he just— he needed something! even his dick had fallen neglected again, and—

quite honestly, he wasn’t going to stand for it.

where he pulled ares up, he had no shame in pushing him right back down, so he could begin unbuttoning his pants again and begin shoving them down his thighs. though, they didn’t make it very far before his hand was on ares’ length, stroking slowly as he hovered over him. “— you want me to lose my mind, mm?” he kept his head purposely out of kissing distance. maybe out of spite (heheh).

honestly? this was like the equivalent of someone snatching a treat out of your hand and keeping it just out of reach — literally! seunggi was his treat, of which was just out of reach as his back once again hit the floor. ares wanted a lot of things right now, all of which were swirling around his head at a pace he couldn’t keep up with — like wanting kisses, for one. or wanting to grab his husbands ass. or stroking his cock, or sucking it — having seunggi on his cock, too. he’d love a lot of things. so ares supposed he couldn’t be too upset by losing one in favor of another? no kisses, but his pants were off! mostly off, at least. there was a soft scoff as he shift up into his elbows, most definitely looking for another kiss. seunggi could be out of reach if he wanted, but that didn’t mean ares wouldn’t try to go to him. “what, d’you mean like you did to me?” not even thirty minutes ago ares, quite literally, had lost his entire mind, so — fair, maybe? “hm, baby?” one hand lifted again despite his efforts, if only to once again wrap around seunggi’s length. he match pace with his husbands stroking, eyes not once leaving his eyes as he did.

“you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop—“ seunggi warned, knowing damn well that ares probably wouldn’t care. if anything, he’d probably want that to happen, so seunggi swiftly used his opposite hand to grasp ares’ and tug it away from his cock. instead, he dragged it to his again. a good distraction! almost like giving him his favorite piece of candy. really, seunggi was just looking to get ares hard because— because he’d done all of the heavy lifting earlier, likely to ares’ surprise? so when he dragged his hand to his ass, he purposely dragged his fingers closer to where his favorite plug sat with a small hum. “and you wanted to go crazy, from what i remember,” he teased with a small grin, just to bring his hand to ares’ chest again. “i want to fuck, baby. please.”

ares really was simple, wasn’t he? one good squeeze of the older man’s ass and suddenly that was the only thing on his mind! easy as that, probably in most situations, too. “mhm, yeah —“ his own smile found its way to his lips with such words, and said smile only grew when ares realized just what seunggi had been hiding from him all night. the timing couldn’t have been better, really — the moment his fingers brushed over the plug he — well. first he went still for half a second as his brain made sense of it, and then he was sitting up. if anything could get his mind racing and his cock throbbing it was something like this. knowing seunggi had snuck away to do this? that he didn’t say a single thing all night — both arms wrapped around seunggi and they flipped, careful to keep one hand behind his head, of course. “you didn’t even tell me—“ the betrayal! ares would have loved to help. or watch — both! maybe it was for the better, though, or else ares might have been sporting half a hard on all night. with seunggi on his back ares took to yanking his husbands shoes and pants off the rest of the way. could he be blamed for wanting unlimited access to every inch of him? for wanting to be able to touch him however he pleased? which he did, right after his own pants were quickly discarded. ares should probably find the lube, too, but he was much more interested in getting his hands on seunggi’s thighs. so he did. his eyes trailed along seunggi’s body as his hands did the same, one gripping and squeezing at his thigh as the other went right to the plug. “any other secrets, hm?” it came lowly as ares leaned over his husband, fingers pressing into the plug once, twice — again and again.

and for the second time of the night, ares took seunggi’s legs (and plan) right out from under him. he let out a small groan as his back hit the car floor (and it was sweet for ares to cradle his head. he’ll be thinking about it for the next week and a half).

and the socks and shoes made sense, but everything after that——

seunggi thought he was going to pass out from all of his blood being in his dick with no chance of recirculating any time soon. and don’t get him wrong; ares playing with the plug had seunggi moaning lowly under his breath, fingers growing tighter on the other man’s shoulder. but it just— it wasn’t what he wanted. it wasn’t what he was on the verge of begging for in the bathroom, nor was it what he’d dreamt this whole thing up for. really, if he was still on top of ares, the plug would’ve been discarded by now and he would’ve been sitting on ares’ cock, shoes and pants still very much on because of how desperate he was for it. for ares.

and yet.

“m’thinking i should’ve said yes to that couple—“ seunggi murmured mindlessly, growing a little sexually frustrated and wanting nothing more than to light a fire under ares’ butt. and the tilt in his voice made it more obvious it was nothing but teasing, right? “— surely he would’ve fucked me by now, mm?” his eyes flickered up, studying ares’ features as his hand fell to find the other man’s cock again. his teeth chewed on his bottom lip before he began to slowly and loosely stroke. “he seemed desperate for it with the way he was holding me— and you don’t even wanna fuck me, do you?” his brows furrowed as his spewed his bullshit, making a half-assed move for his pants. “maybe i should go back—“

ares — ares wasn’t even thinking about that couple anymore. he hasn’t given them a single second of thought since he had seunggi under his hands. so to hear that they were apparently still on his husband's mind? so much so that he was going on and on about them? was he losing his touch, or something? was he not giving off the right vibes? wasn’t it obvious how badly he wanted seunggi, how the only thing on his mind for the last hour was seunggi? ares could barely keep his hands off of him! which he supposed wasn’t the right move, and — and then the other man was reaching for his fucking pants, saying he should go back, and ares reacted with barely a second to think. his hand landed against the other's chest to all but shove him back flat, brows knitting together like he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “what—“ absolutely not. seunggi shouldn’t be thinking about anything right now, much less leaving. so, yeah, maybe ares was losing his touch. he was going about things all wrong. and it might have mentally flustered him for a second, but ares’ desire to please and give so quickly took over. it was practically impossible for him to not give seunggi what he wanted at any given time. and maybe he was kind of fueled by everything that had just been said to him, too. ares pulled the plug free without a second thought, uncaring to where it went. no, his focus was more on spitting on his dick (lube was not even on his mind anymore, honestly), and lining himself up. he didn’t have a single thing to say, either — again, the only thing in his head was seunggi. one solid thrust turned into two, not giving either of them more than a second or two to adjust. ares took to a steady pace right away, actually, as the hand on seunggi’s chest slipped high enough to wrap around the column of his throat.

seunggi, obviously, wanted a reaction out of ares. he wanted as much of one as he could get, considering he’d been patient in waiting this long to even have the thought of an orgasm of his own. but—

with that said, the words rolling off of his tongue felt wrong and, the second ares pushed him back down, his confidence turned into hesitance. it was the only time seunggi’d ever said anything like that to ares and— and— their sex was, like, sacred for them! so to dangle the idea of actually considering fucking someone else in front of ares just to tease? it felt wrong—

but. it got seunggi exactly what he wanted. the plug was discarded within seconds and, before he could even blink, he could feel ares’ length against him, forcing his eyes up and his mouth open. which— just made his moans fall louder and more surprised once ares was inside him— and even more so by the quick establishment of a fucking pace. add in the hand around his throat?

god, seunggi was already writhing against ares, nodding up at him in appreciation. “fuck—“ one of his hands grasped at ares’ forearm while the other went over his head to grab the wall of the car. “thank you— thank you, thank you—“

ares was pleased with the reaction he got, happy to see seunggi melt and moan. every little change in expression told ares that this was good, that he was on the right page. it had him wanting to do more to get more. all the more reason to tighten his hold around his throat a little, eyes not once leaving seunggi’s. and seeing as he was taking it so good? it really didn’t take ares long at all to fuck into seunggi hard and fast, his own noises coming steady all the while. it felt good, as it always did — he just — “no—“ the hand on seunggi’s thigh moved to wrap around his wrist, dragging it off of his arm to pin beside his husbands head. ares kept that grip firm, just as the one around his throat. not too tight that seunggi couldn’t breath, but tight enough to make it worth it. “s’it good, baby? hm?”

where seunggi loved the hand on his throat, he loved it growing tighter even more. he couldn’t shake off just how much his desire surged, or how his affection skyrocketed. add in how ares outright pinned his hand down, forcing seunggi flat to just take what he’d asked for so persistently?

there was no universe where seunggi would last long.

or be able to muster up the strength to form a coherent sentence, apparently. instead, his lips formed around the words, trying his hardest to get the words out—

but all that came out was a string of moans in the form of “ye— y-y—” until his head tilted back and his eyes fell shut, leaving him whining as his legs fell further open.

god — he’d never get sick of this. of seeing seunggi under him, writhing and moaning in nothing but pleasure. it truly was one of the best things in the world, wasn’t it? being the reason his husband felt so good would always make his chest swell and, well, his cock throb. best of both worlds, really. ares kept the pressure firm, lips parting with a string of curses as he kneed his way closer, wanting to get deeper with every hard thrust. his gaze dropped to watch, unable to resist the urge to just see what was making his husband moan so prettily. stutter so prettily. “that’s it — fuckin’ take it.” there was a brief change in how he was holding him, hand leaving his throat to squeeze at seunggi’s jaw and hopefully keep his mouth open to spit in it.

seunggi apparently had gotten more than he bargained for out of this whole ordeal. as made clear by the fact that he was practically in a different fucking dimension right now. ares was fucking him silly to the point that it was turning him dumb, and god, was his body reacting to it. he’d started growing stiffer with each and every thrust, his hips flexing down and back up in a need to do something with the force ares was fucking him with. he couldn’t even register ares’ words— just moaned relentlessly like a disaster waiting to happen, his hand wiggling under ares’ hold as if he could possibly fight to get free right now.

and his mouth fell further open without a hitch, his eyes peeling open just enough to look up——

just in time for ares to spit into his mouth, and from there… na seunggi was a fucking goner. he swallowed thickly (of course), just for his mouth to rip open with a string of moans and his brows to furrow hard. his body was beginning to become overwhelmed in the way he wanted— and it was all thanks to ares.

all that was left for seunggi to do was come and… he really didn’t need to be asked for that. he just whined and moaned and tilted his head in an attempt to take ares’ fingers into his mouth to suck before his frame fell lax and his eyes rolled back. and before he knew it, he was releasing onto his stomach and his legs were growing tighter around ares’ waist, almost urging him to keep going.

yeah — yep. that is exactly what he wanted. ares honestly couldn’t bring himself to look away — then again, that wasn’t really a new phenomenon, was it? seunggi could be sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and ares would be watching, taking in every little thing. it only made sense that he’d do the same thing when seunggi was under him, coming. the way he started to suck his fingers certainly wasn’t a bad sight, either. “that’s it,” it was as close to a coo as he could get in such a situation, eyes having not once flicked away as he gave a few more good thrusts. only a few, and then he was falling to a stop. it was quick, though, everything that happened in the next few seconds. ares let go of seunggi in every way just to start prying his legs away, which so easily turned into ares guiding his left leg towards his right. it didn’t stop there, either, no — he gave a good push to get his husband rolling over before grabbing at seunggi’s hips. a little maneuvering and he had seunggi exactly how he wanted him, flat on his belly with ares straddling the backs of his thighs. one hand landed on the older man’s ass, squeezing and spreading him so ares could guide himself right back in. his hands went to seunggi’s hips as he slowly eased in as deep as he could get, and then? well, he fell into the previous pace, all too easily picking right back up. “you feel so good, baby boy — gonna make me come,” breathless gasps and moans escaped between his words, but honestly that was to be expected. ares was close, of course he was moaning up a storm.

where seunggi was sensitive about just about everything, he always tried hard to not let it get in the way during sex. …physically, at least. like— he’d just finished, but he still wanted ares to, too, so he had to be a trooper about getting flipped over to get ares there. he didn’t mind it, obviously, it was just— you know, a little painful after a moment or two. so his hand lifted to cover over his mouth as ares thrusted into him, his head falling to rest his cheek against the car floor.

ares truly was close — the view he had now wasn’t helping, either. both hands pressed into the others lower back for support, fingers digging in as he watched every pass of his cock. it was safe to say ares was practically drooling at this point, moans falling freely as he oh so quickly tipped over that edge. “seunggi,” there was one last thrust as he tried to get deep, choked noises leaving his lips as he finally reached his orgasm. or, well — his second orgasm. from there? ares couldn’t resist dipping down to leave a handful of kisses across his husbands shoulders before his forehead rested there, eyes falling closed as his weight shifted to slowly pull out. he just needed a second to catch his breath, is all.

ares seemed to know exactly what seunggi needed at any given point, really. from the kisses across his shoulder to the feeling of his head against his skin, he was happy to know that ares was comfortable and had a good time. knowing that and feeling that just made him feel better about it all. his hand shifted from his mouth to gently drag his fingers along what he could manage of ares’ side, just to find his hair and card through it gently. “i don’t know if i can go for more.” the exhaustion was beginning to set in, especially after getting tossed around like that. “do you— i can touch you again, though, if you want more.”

feeling seunggi’s hand trailing along his skin was almost like the cherry on top, so to speak. it was grounding, you know? it was that last little push to fully relax after such a night, though to do so ares was carefully rolling off to the side to let his back hit the floor. “no, no —“ a soft little huff of a laugh escaped at the idea of more, eyes staying closed as a hand blindly went searching for his husbands. “are you okay, love?”

seunggi, quite literally, had never scootched so fast in his life. the second he saw ares next to him, he wiggled his way so he could lay half on top of him, with one leg tossed over one of ares’ and an arm draped over his middle. of course, still holding ares’ hand. “mhm,” seunggi hummed, his head lifting to gently sit on ares’ chest so he could listen to his heartbeat. “s’been a while since it’s been like that—“ not that he was complaining! his head turned to press a soft kiss to ares’ skin. “i just need a minute or two.”

ares’ head lolled to the side, eyes staying closed as he did his best to catch his breath and calm down. his free hand lifted to wrap over his husbands hip, head nodding slightly in answer. he needed a minute, too, really. there wasn’t really anything going on in his head, but ares felt a little off. just — not how he usually felt after sex? that tightness in his chest felt out of place, is all, and he didn’t really know why. ares did, however, know one thing right now — he wanted a kiss. or as close as he could get, which was why his head tilted towards seunggi’s so he could leave one or two kisses to the top of his head. three, actually — two was almost never enough. “mhm — just let me know when you’re ready, baby. i’ll help you get dressed.” not that seunggi even needed dressed — not fully dressed? boxers and his shirt would do the trick. or nothing! he could just stay laying back here, if he wanted. take a little nap on the drive home. whatever the case, ares would be there to help get him dressed or tuck him in. “d’you need a drink, or anything?” ares let go of his husbands hand just to lift it towards his head, fingers carding slowly through the other man’s hair. “nuggets and an orange soda, maybe?”

“mhm,” seunggi hummed in understanding, his body sinking a little more fully against ares’ as they rested. he wasn’t sure exactly when he’d want to move, let alone get dressed. after a long moment or two, his head lifted and turned to let his chin rest against ares’ chest so he could look over his features. “well, now that you bring them up—“ his lips rose in a small smile. “that does sound good.” his free hand brushed gently against ares’ chest, tracing small shapes into his skin. “— are you sure you don’t want anything else?” he had to ask. he probably wouldn’t believe ares until he heard his fiftieth no. still, his eyes flickered down for a moment. “if not… can we talk?”

only when he could feel those eyes on him did his own open, head turning a little so he could look at his husband. ares made a mental note — mcdonald’s on the way home. for now, though? “i really don’t, baby,” he couldn’t help another soft breath of a laugh as his eyes roamed seunggi’s features. his hand slowly brushed the hair out of his husbands face, fingers scratching gently through his hair with a hum. “do you want anything else?” it felt a fair question to return, even though ares pretty much knew the answer. so it was asked with a smile as ares’ hand dropped to gently pinch seunggi’s cheek, only to then drop under his chin to tip his head slightly. more so a gesture that he hoped got those eyes back on him. “we can talk, yeah.” they should, especially after such a big night.

“mm, i never believe you,” seunggi snorted under his breath. it was kind hard for him to, with how easily ares seemed to get riled up (as if seunggi wasn’t the exact same way….). “if you don’t, then no,” he smiled, his lips pressing another kiss to ares’ chest. what he wanted could always wait— especially when he’d been spoiled all night long already. his head tilted back upward with ares’ gentle nudge, eyes flickering up a little nervously. it took him a minute for him to grow the balls to actually look at ares by the time he spoke. “i’m sorry about what i said before.” he murmured quietly, his brows furrowing a little bit. “it felt… i thought it was right in the moment, but i don’t like how it felt. so— i’m sorry.”

“because you’re smart—“ ares didn’t believe himself half the time. he could have seunggi in every which way he could imagine and still want more. it wasn’t like such a concern was out of left field, you know? “if i don’t?” his brows lifted at that, eyes flicking over seunggi’s features as his smile grew soft. whatever the case, it didn’t really matter, did it? they could easily jump back into things whenever they wanted, put a pin in it and come back, so to speak. his hand cupped his husbands cheek as he spoke, thumb stroking softly as he listened. ares didn’t really need to question what seunggi was talking about, either, he just gave a small nod in acknowledgment. “it did surprise me,” was surprise the right word? ares wasn’t too sure — he didn’t know if he even knew what he felt in that moment. it wasn’t like he was worried about such a thing, but with everything all together? seunggi’s words, his movements — having still not said those two simple words? it did get to him a little. “i know you didn’t mean it — but thank you.” because ares truly couldn’t help himself his hand was shifting, finger slowly tracing along seunggi’s brows, down his nose — it was short lived, though. before long his hand found its way right back into seunggi’s hair to card through slowly, eyes never once leaving his. “i’m sorry, too. i wasn’t listening to you — wasn’t giving you what you wanted.” ares could so easily get lost in all things seunggi, in touching and tasting and — well, in just taking his time. that, obviously, hadn’t been the vibe for tonight. “i wanted to make this good for you and i don’t think i did very well.” or he did — but was it the best he could do? was it good enough for seunggi — sure, they both came, but it wasn’t without a bump or two in the road. and ares did fully intend to learn from those bumps to make sure when he touched seunggi it was exactly how he wanted it.

“mhm. m’sure you’ve had enough of a workout,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. and the sentiment was true— they could always pick up right where they left off. either there, or at home, or the inevitable shower seunggi would want to take——

his lips pulled into a soft frown upon hearing that ares had been surprised. and, he did know how ares meant those words, but still: it probably wasn’t a good surprise. how could it have been? seunggi probably would’ve thrown up everywhere if the tables had been turned. he would’ve gone into a fucking existential crisis, really! “still,” he doubled down, head shaking slightly as his eyes flickered down again. “i’m sure it wasn’t nice to hear. there was a line, and i crossed it.” he made it too personal. there were fun and games, sure, but acting as if he’d spend time with anyone else more than ares was just insane. and hurtful, no? “i really am sorry.”

and his brows quickly furrowed at ares’ apology, and as he continued the crinkles in his face only grew deeper. “wha— you did exactly what i wanted? it was— it was great, baby. it was perfect.” ares, quite literally, had lived up to seunggi’s expectations of his day dream. he shouldn’t have expected for ares to not want to do his own thing— they were both a little too singleminded when it came to sex, weren’t they? (a.k.a. they both had a habit of thinking with their dicks from time to time.) “this was new for us. so there was bound to be a little bit of a learning curve—“ seunggi slowly but surely moved to plant a hand next to ares’ head, just so he could hover over him and look at him completely. “i don’t ever want to hear you say you didn’t do well, ares. especially with stuff like this.”

“yeah,” it had definitely shaken him up in the heat of the moment, scrambled his thoughts — it jump started things, though. it got ares going, it got seunggi what he wanted out of the night — it worked. “maybe just — a different tactic next time.” not that ares could think of a single scenario where seunggi would ever have dangle sex with others over him, but then again? he hadn’t really expected it this time, either — and then his husband was going on, and honestly? hearing those words did help, but still — ares couldn’t figure it out. “i just — i don’t feel —“ his hands shifted to his husband's sides, eyes staying up on his as he slowly slid his hands along his skin. it was a slow up and down movement, stroking gently as he thought of the right words. or maybe not, because he really didn’t know what he wanted to say. ares, literally, didn’t understand why there was a single ounce of doubt, but there was. he just didn’t know what to do about it, is all. “as long as you liked it — and you’d tell me, right? if you didn’t?” it didn’t really matter how ares felt over such a thing, not when how he felt basically depended on how seunggi felt. and what else could he do but believe him?

seunggi was already increasingly apologetic about what’d gone on, and yet—

the more ares continued, the more concerned seunggi felt. his brows fell a little more relaxedness but still furrowed as he listened. “you don’t feel what, my love?” his free hand lifted to brush his fingertips along ares’ cheekbone, his brow, before his thumb swept along his cheek.

only then did he sit up enough to lean back a little bit in surprise. “of course i’d tell you—“ his eyes flickered quickly along ares’ features. “— and you can’t tell me as long as you liked it and expect me to believe that you did.” his head tilted as his frown deepened. “tell me what’s going on, ares.”

ares lifted a hand to cup seunggi’s cheek again, though not before a gentle pass of his finger along seunggi’s brows — as if such a thing would help him relax back down. he was silent for a moment, mostly because he didn’t know what to say? ares couldn’t pinpoint his own thoughts right now, and he didn’t want to say the wrong thing. so his hand left seunggi’s cheek to instead wrap around the back of the other man’s, eyes dropping just long enough to bring that hand to his lips for a kiss. and only after he sort of got his thoughts together did he go to speak, gaze once again lifting to find his husbands. “i feel like i wasn’t what you wanted — how you wanted.” ares could have done things differently, he could have made it better. but he also believed seunggi, and he heard him, he did. seunggi literally just said that, one, it was perfect, and two, he didn’t want to hear him say these things. but it’s what he felt, and seunggi was asking! ares knew it was just a time thing, probably — that this little ball of emotion would shrink down and disappear. but he wasn’t very good at just flipping a switch — he tried, sure, but he wasn’t always successful. “no — no, that’s not what i meant.” it was his turn for his brows to furrow some, hand squeezing gently at seunggi’s. “i liked it, too, baby. i did.” he’d say it over and over if he had to. “i just meant as long as you liked me — what i did, how i reacted. i just — i wanted to do good.” he wanted to hear it, he wanted to be sure. ares never wanted to go too far, but also? not being enough was just as bad.

seunggi, truthfully, was stuck between a rock and a hard place. on one hand, he understood what ares was saying— his husband kind of had no choice but to take the lead, right? he was the one doing all of the work, hoping seunggi liked what he did, since he was doing nothing but receiving.

but on the other hand, he also couldn’t believe a damn word he was saying. simply because: if ares’ liking it really, or even partially, was hinged upon how seunggi felt about it all, then did he even really like it at all? “you did do good,” seunggi murmured, completely sitting back now as he shifted his weight off of ares. nothing personal— just something about sitting on him in the car with no pants on wasn’t doing it for him.

“— you feel like you weren’t what i wanted?” he repeated after a moment, taking a moment to… digest it all. and how badly seunggi had done. maybe this was all a mistake? “i’m sorry, baby, i never— i never want for you to feel like that.” a hand sat gently on ares’ thigh. “you’re all i ever want, i just— that was all bullshit, you know? what i said. i was just… a little frustrated. and thinking with my dick.”

ares wasn’t going to just lay here, so the moment seunggi was moving so was he. he shifted to be sitting up, and then that turned into ares moving to sit on his haunches. and of course he scooted a little closer, he was never one to really opt for distance in moments like this. it seemed every minute that ticked by things were — well. he didn’t know. emotions were being laid out on the table, and they were talking. it was a good thing. knowing that the things he did were what seunggi wanted was a good thing. “seunggi —“ his hands dropped to the one on his thigh, gently taking it between his own to hold. “i do not feel like that now, it was just in the moment, is all.” talking about things definitely helped. it helped ares start to figure out his own feelings? he was able to shift through it all and find what he truly felt here, now. “i would never actually think you’d mean something like that, it was just a lot all at once, i think.” in the moment it had flustered him a little, and jumbled his thoughts — but now? it was just a bump in the road, right? post nut clarity, or something — ares was able to think with his brain instead of his dick — or his heart. “i just —“ there was a soft sigh as his eyes dropped to their hands, turning seunggi’s to slowly trace the lines on his palm. there was a sudden need to try and explain himself, his words, his thoughts. “i thought i was going to have to act jealous. i didn’t have to act because i was jealous. i’ve never really felt like that before, it was like i didn’t have full control over myself? i — like, i shoved you, baby, and i shouldn’t have. i’m sorry.”

“— you don’t need to apologize to me for that,” seunggi shook his head quickly, brows furrowing. “i— i pushed you, too, didn’t i?” besides, ares’ shove made a lot more sense in context, too; seunggi would’ve done the same if ares even slightly appeared to be getting up to go somewhere else. or to someone else—

really, the more ares spoke, the more it sounded like he didn’t like it. like— he didn’t have control over himself and it seemed to bother him. who would like that?

(hint: seunggi. that’s who.)

but seunggi’s desires always took a backseat to what bothered ares, whether his husband would admit it or not. “…does this mean i’m a good actor?” was seunggi’s attempt at lightening the mood, even if it was a little out of place. he didn’t want to keep putting words into ares’ mouth, so. “if m’honest, i thought it was hot to see you like that,” he shrugged gently. “it’s kind of what i was hoping for.” his head lifted to let his gaze flicker over ares’ features slowly. “i won’t suggest it again— the jealousy thing— if you didn’t like it. it… it’s not a nice thing, is it?”

ares figured they could go back and forth on that — they didn’t have to, though. he wasn’t trying to drag things out or beat a dead horse, so to speak. so long as his husband knew where ares stood that was good enough. ares would never put his hands on seunggi in a way he thought he wouldn’t like, it was just new this time? “yeah, you are, my love.” it worked, it had a soft huff of a laugh escaping his lips as well as a small smile breaking free. ares took that same second to intertwine their fingers, gaze lifting to meet seunggi’s eyes again. “really?” ares wasn’t exactly surprised to hear it, honestly, not with how this conversation went. but at the same time? “i — it wasn’t— but i’d do it again.” maybe not like, soon, but eventually. another conversation or two, if they needed it, but in general? “i don’t know how to explain it — i liked how it felt to have you in my hands after all of it.” watching seunggi dance, watching those strangers touch him — it had ares going crazy. he couldn’t focus on anything but seunggi. there were moments where he hadn’t known what to do, or think — moments where he felt the control slipping away. but this was the first time they’ve done this! surely it would be easier to navigate if there was a next time. not to mention the feeling he got when he finally kissed him? when ares got to pull him close and — “and now i know how you want it to play out, you know? i don’t think i’d be unsure about anything if we do it again —“ unsure? maybe not the right word? “nervous.” ares wouldn’t drop the ball, he wouldn’t push seunggi into thinking he had to go off to someone else — even if those words were nothing more than an attempt to get ares moving. ares pulled seunggi’s hand up for another kiss, and then his free hand lifted to slowly card through his husbands hair. “i liked it enough to do it again. i’d never do something if i didn’t like it, seunggi.”

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