Trouble in Paradise | Yeongyu

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✨Mature Chapter✨

Beomgyu and Yeonjun rode home in silence and he couldn't deny the loud beating in his chest. It had been a while since he saw Yeonjun look so serious before and he hadn't said a single thing to him the entire drive.

When they finally got to the house and walked inside. Beomgyu toed off his shoes and when he turned to look at Yeonjun he was hanging their jackets up.

"Yeonjun if you have something you want to say then just-" Beomgyu cut himself off as Yeonjun started to walk towards him.

He cupped his face in his hands and then kissed him. Beomgyu felt his body relax almost immediately. He closed his eyes and he would hate to admit that he craved Yeonjun's touch much more than he let on. It's only sheer hurt and willpower that's kept him from rolling over in bed and hugging him at night. He missed kissing him before leaving but if he let his walls down easily wouldn't that leave room to get hurt again?

Would Yeonjun take him seriously if he just gave in?

But he did, so easily. Falling back to Yeonjun always came easily.

Beomgyu couldn't help but whimper from the touch of his lips. He missed him, God he missed him so much it hurt. He grabbed his shirt and started to walk backwards towards their room. Yeonjun followed him, lips moving against each other and before they knew it they had fallen onto the bed and their clothes joined each other on the floor.

They hadn't said a word and they didn't need to, because Yeonjun was kissing Beomgyu places he hadn't kissed in a while and he was reminded of how beautiful he was. He kissed every childhood scar, every beauty mark, birthmark, as if he was following a trail and finding unique treasures. That's what Beomgyu was to him. A beautiful, unworthy treasure.

He trailed kisses down his stomach and he felt Beomgyu's hands tangle in his hair. Running his gentle fingers through his black strands and when Beomgyu's hand tightened in his hair pulling ever so slightly followed by a gasp Yeonjun felt himself becoming eager like a teen again.

His mouth wrapped around him, the worth sending shivers down Beomgyu's spine.

"Yeonjun~" he moaned followed by another gasp. "Wait, oh my g-Aah!" His breath leaving him every single time his husband moved.

It felt so good he had forgotten how good Yeonjun was. How nice it was to get drunk off each other and it didn't take long before Beomgyu was trembling under him, the feeling becoming too much his body seem to try to move away but Yeonjun wouldn't allow it.

He watched as Beomgyu unraveled because of him. Voice loud and high as his climax washed over him, he he couldn't take his eyes off him. The way he moaned his name and the cute whimpers and cries that left his lips made Yeonjun want to hear more.

Knowing that he could still make Beomgyu act this way left him with a warm feeling.

He crawled back up to Beomgyu's face and kissed him again. A hungry, sloppy kiss that left them both even more breathless than before.

"It's going to hurt." Yeonjun whispered against his lips as he grabbed lube and soon slipped a finger in.

Beomgyu winced as he screwed his eyes shut.

"I'll take care of you." He kissed his cheek.

"Promise me." Beomgyu stared up at him with tear filled eyes.

"I promise, I'll always take care of you Beomgyu." He held his left hand and kissed his palm and wrist. "Do you trust me?"

Beomgyu hesitated and didn't know what to say.