[WHY DOES HE HAVE AN S STREAK WHY CAN'T HE JUST BE AN M unfortunately Eunhyuk DOES like it.... because loving Luke means he loves every side of him, even the stupid side that ignores flirting with him so he can go badger MARIUS, and the overprotective side that followed him into Seoul, and this side of Luke too, who is clearly so very pleased at making Eunhyuk's brain go all fuzzy.
he opens his mouth, his one coherent thought scattering the moment Luke decides to be mean, so that his attempt to be composed 'you can show me by kissing me' turns into a needy plea instead,]
Kiss me.
[because Eunhyuk wants to KISS LUKE and DISTRACT HIM and kissing Eunhyuk means Luke can't suck him off at the same time, what a brilliant plan he can barely conjure up with the relentless pace of Luke's fingers,]
For all his teasing, it does stir his heart. It's so, so tempting to listen, to fall into the incredibly blatant trap Eunhyuk's trying to lay for him--because he does love Eunhyuk, enough to throw away his plans, enough to do just about anything he asks, because Eunhyuk asking, nearly begging, is its own reward.
Any other night, he'd probably cave. But tonight, Eunhyuk is out of luck, because he locked in Top Luke six dialogue options ago and there's no resetting the route now.
All this to say, he moves--but only to press kisses along Eunhyuk's cock. Right before taking into his mouth, he comments--]
You didn't say where. [So take THAT, Mr. Pedantic]
[WOW OKAY... HE SEES HOW ANNOYING THAT CAN BE ACTUALLY
except he doesn't, because he's not annoyed? he feels soft and stupidly in love and he wants to convey that somehow, except whatever words he tries to form for his reply vanish, leaving only sensation behind. it's overwhelming, the rhythm of Luke's tongue and fingers somehow working in tandem to drive Eunhyuk over to the edge, a song that he can't help add his own voice to --
normally, Eunhyuk is more quiet than not, partly because most of their trysts have been in places where they could have easily been overheard back on the ship, and partly because he'll always prefer to hear Luke's voice over his own. but. he's not that quiet now? he can't be and he doesn't want to be. it's not fair if he tries to muffle his moans, not when Luke is doing his best to show him that he loves him. so it's only right for Eunhyuk to give some of that back too -- to make it obvious how much he loves him.
his thighs tremble as he holds himself back, even though what he really wants is to rock his hips against Luke's mouth and fingers -- but Eunhyuk keeps still, his gasps and whimpers tumbling out of him from both the effort and the pleasure, moans ending in Luke's name only to begin anew,
and then he reaches down, carding his fingers through Luke's hair, affectionate and urgent -- somehow finding enough breath to warn him,]
Luke. [he squeezes his eyes shut, pushed up against the precipice,] Stop teasing.
[wow that was fast but IN HIS DEFENSE HE IS BEING VERY STIMULATED RIGHT NOW]
[I really could've just left it at that--because the warning goes--not unheard, but purposely tossed aside. He acknowledges the words with a low hum deep in his throat, but otherwise, he makes no move to stop or pull away, or even to slow down.
It's very kind of Eunhyuk to be so loud for him--a favor Luke doesn't return. At least not right now? Luke had said, after all, that this was only the first thing he wanted. And he's under no delusions that he'll be able to maintain his own composure forever, not when his blood surges with each cry of his name, when Eunhyuk's fingers leave electricity in their wake even with the gentleness of his touch. Later, when his mercilessness crumbles beneath the weight of his desire, when his efforts to shower Eunhyuk with relentless pleasure and affection finally merge with his own need, he'll match Eunhyuk's sounds with his own--but right now, he savors what he's given, tucking the precious pieces of Eunhyuk's broken calm away into his heart.
it's both too much and not enough -- relentless in a way that's just like Luke -- persistent in all things. Eunhyuk's eyes are still shut, but he can feel the hum of Luke's refusal, the friction, and his grip in Luke's hair tightens, fingers pressing down at the base of his skull, helpless in the face of what Luke's so determined to give him.
he's no longer calm -- the flush from earlier turning redder, his neck and shoulders and throat and his face for once -- red from both the exertion and from trying not to fall apart -- even though he knows that's what Luke wants to see, even though he is falling apart, every piece of him. his control seems like such a distant thing, now all he can do is feel and savor what it feels like, to lose himself in exhilaration, in want, in desire --
every part of his calm doesn't break this time, it shatters, leaving Eunhyuk to arch and fall in the throes of it, releasing his hold on Luke so he can slump back on the mattress instead, winded and dazed as he mumbles Luke's name,
okay give him a second here to catch his breath, because surely he'll get that respite right, Luke will give at least that to him, RIGHT?]
The tug to his hair pulls a moan out of him--a proper one this time, though that likely only further ruins Eunhyuk's attempts at self-control. Eunhyuk might not be in a state to hear it, but he doesn't need to be. Not only can he surely feel it, but he probably knows very well by now that Luke loves it, the way he loves every single sign of Eunhyuk giving in to his desire. It's a complicated, frightening, overwhelming thing, he knows, and that makes it all the more special every time Eunhyuk trusts--Luke, himself, the safe present and the terrifying future--enough to let go.
He'd told Eunhyuk that he thought he was beautiful back in the arcade, and he'd meant it in every way. But it's never more true than it is now, and Luke watches him, enraptured by the curve of his back and the breathlessness of his voice, the shine of sweat on his flushed skin and the bob of his throat. He's not shameless enough to dig out his camera and start taking photos, but he wouldn't need to even if he was the sort. There's no way Luke will forget how stunning he is in this moment.
Luke does give him a break, kind of. He's nice enough to be slow about it as he pulls away, and doesn't force him through any kind of crazy overstimulation. But it's not out of kindness. He pulls back, but only to surge upward and steal Eunhyuk's breath all over again with deep, hungry kisses, as if he can taste his name on Eunhyuk's tongue. Maybe if he were a little less in love, he could keep this going for hours, toying with Eunhyuk by dragging him to the edge and then yanking him back, over and over until Eunhyuk can't hold onto any other thoughts. But as it stands, he's wholly consumed by his affection, and it's impossible not to mold his body to Eunhyuk's, enveloping him in closeness the same way love wraps around his heart.
He only lets Eunhyuk breathe when he has to, himself--and even then, he murmurs against his lips--] Love you.
Eunhyuk's chest heaves with every breath, watching Luke with a dazed look, taking in the expression on Luke's face. It makes him want to both shy away and embrace it -- this moment of vulnerability he's tried for so long not to have with anyone, and yet, it's all he wants to have with Luke now, to share with him and show him and give him, that he can be wholly his and still feel so free. that this connection between them can still be true, without the weight of burden and responsibility Eunhyuk's so grown used to carrying.
he opens his mouth only to feel the heat of Luke's lips on his, and if he felt deliciously adrift before, now he feels anchored in his arms. Eunhyuk kisses back just as urgently, greedily, every swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth a chant of their own -- you have me, he wants to say, you'll always have me.
and then Luke murmurs the words, and Eunhyuk feels like soaring again, the wind leaving him in a soft, breathless laugh.]
I love you -- your mouth, your hands... The way you kiss me.
[he follows that up with a kiss of his own, licks teasingly into his mouth, then pulls back because there really are so many places on Luke's body he wants to pay attention to, like the skin at the crook of his neck and shoulder, perfect to sink his teeth into. and he should really be given a reward for biting Luke somewhere no one else will be able to see, unlike LUKE,
his fingers tangle themselves tighter in Luke's hair as he bites down, and his other hand slides down Luke's spine, fingers feeling every dip and rise, sinking down underneath his waistband, intent on finally yanking it off,]
The way you fuck me.
[wow luke was being so cute and gooey with his love and eunhyuk is really out there also making it horny,]
[FUCKING HELP well it's not like Eunhyuk ruined the moment with horny considering they're quite literally as horny as it gets right now, but his bluntness makes Luke laugh anyway, a light sound rended by the moan that Eunhyuk's teeth draw out of him. THAT'S ALL THE REWARD HE GETS!!! If he wants more he'll have to say it with his words...
Or he can show it, that's fine too. Luke has no complaints about the tight grip Eunhyuk has on his hair, or the way he reaches down, so intent on removing the last barrier between them. He hates having to pull away even the small amount it takes to strip completely, but he's (probably) teasing Eunhyuk enough, so he obliges. He doesn't waste time once he's done, though, immediately scooting back to kiss him again--softer this time, coaxing, more patient than he actually feels.]
One more. [Unfortunately they are both normal human men now and Luke didn't take his aphro painkillers or whatever the fuck so that's about as much as he can reasonably expect from the both of them unless he decides to be REALLY mean, which he probably won't be, maybe.] I need one more from you. Turn over for me?
["I need," he says, even though that isn't his perception of this at all. It's not about his need, really--it's about how much he wants to bring Eunhyuk as much pleasure as he's capable of feeling, and to make him believe he deserves it. He wants Eunhyuk's self-control smashed to pieces on the ground, until he selfishly, greedily, takes everything Luke offers him and demands more, until he realizes that there's nothing he can ask for that Luke won't give him. Is the phrasing manipulative... yes, but he thinks Eunhyuk is more likely to listen this way, so he doesn't feel bad.]
The expression on Eunhyuk's face is both adoring and a little wry. The wording doesn't escape him? It's just the sort of phrase Eunhyuk likes to use on Luke when he wants to get his way with him too, so can he really fault Luke for using it on him? It's effective the same way his soft kisses are, the way his body feels against his, now without any more barriers between them. He's impatient -- he wants to give in... but he also wants to hear more of those sweet sounds from Luke. Eunhyuk nips a path down Luke's chest as he thinks, then he moves back up to kiss him again, hungry]
...Okay, one more.
[FINE.....!!! and he'll turn obediently, though he turns his head to look at Luke over his shoulder,]
Don't forget. I want my turn after.
[luke: we're normal human men and i'm not on my aphro painkillers so only one more eunhyuk: binch DON'T FORGET MY TURN!!!!]]
[Admittedly, he'd been prepared for Eunhyuk to kick up more of a fuss, and it pleases him that Eunhyuk listens without argument; he rains kisses across his shoulder and back to show it, and he leaves one hand resting on Eunhyuk's back as he slicks himself up with the other, which is not easy to do, but they'll need to wash the sheets anyway, so whatever. Luke's more concerned with not squandering Eunhyuk's obedience, and he wastes no time in taking hold of Eunhyuk's hips and urging him up and back.
As he presses in, he drapes himself over Eunhyuk's back, sliding one hand up Eunhyuk's chest until he reaches Eunhyuk's throat. He rests his hand there, loosely, as he waits for Eunhyuk to adjust and reins in his own self-control in the process. Like this, he's close enough to nip at Eunhyuk's ear, so he does!! He should probably say something sweet and loving, it's the perfect time to whisper some sweet nothings and his heart feels warm and full of LOVE, but--]
You'll be too tired for that. [Local man extremely competitive, won't let boyfriend's offhanded comment go]
[LISTEN HE'S OBEDIENT BECAUSE HE WANTS HIS TURN!!!!!! that and he's into this -- not to imply that he's never insanely into Luke no matter the situation -- but this is different (it's bottom hours), this is him pressed up against Luke, entirely at his mercy. and it's tempting, really, to let go, so that the only thing holding his weight up is Luke's hand clasped around his throat, to lose himself in that familiar heat building back up inside him. the nip doesn't so much bring him down to earth as it propels him out further, adrift in how good this feels now and how much better Luke will make it --
and then Luke murmurs into his ear, sounding very CONFIDENT and SELF-ASSURED and while both are turn-ons... well who is Eunhyuk kidding actually it does turn him on, everything about Luke -- from his confidence to the way he gets so competitive over the smallest things -- it's cute... and as usual, it makes Eunhyuk want to bite back. he lets out a 'hmmmm' that would sound so annoying if he wasn't also savoring it, this moments' respite Luke has so sweetly given him which feels more like torture, having to wait --]
We'll see.
[he doesn't have much space between the bed and Luke, but he doesn't need so much to slide forward a little and then thrust back, biting down on his lip to stifle his moan. wow way to repay Luke for being nice for .5 seconds,]
[MINE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A STUPID TAG BUT IT BECAME LONG AND SLUTTY INSTEAD
Eunhyuk's brain needs a second to catch up on what he realizes are Luke's INTENTIONS, since he is distracted by horny, and maybe he is stupidly competitive too at the stupidest of times, in that he doesn't immediately fold and beg Luke to bang him. IT'S FINE. HE CAN DO THIS. He'll do this and have his turn and win somehow, yeah!
except the problem with wanting to win is that Eunhyuk doesn't always want to win, the same way he isn't actually that competitive by nature. He goes along with it for the express purpose of teasing Luke, to see his cheeks puff out and his mouth slant to the side in annoyance, because every one of Luke's expressions make his heart race and drive him crazy -- and he can't help but feel a little disappointed that he can't see Luke's face now. If he closes his eyes, then he can try and imagine it -- the tilt of Luke's smile when he's amused, the furrow of his brow when he's focused, the sheen in his eyes when he looks at Eunhyuk like he loves him above all else. And now he's no longer thinking of winning and thinking only of Luke, of how intimately Luke knows his body, and how easy it would be reach that brilliant, shattering feeling a second time with Luke at the helm, and how it's not enough just to feel him --
but it's fine? Eunhyuk can put the work in -- he always has, and he always will -- like that one conversation he'd had years ago, back when all he'd had were exams and part-time jobs and someone had asked if he was seeing anyone and he'd replied with his usual dry humor -- 'yeah, work.' like work was the lover in his bed, holding him close and telling him that no matter what he does, he'll only have it forever.
and then he met Luke, who proved that wrong. the one person who means more than all of Eunhyuk's responsibilities, who could do everything work does, but better. who could be a presence without ever feeling suffocating, who could demand all of of his time and attention and he'd willingly give it, every time. work was a lover and Luke is love, everything about him -- the love he has for others, the love he's somehow miraculously decided to bestow on Eunhyuk --]
Luke...
[Eunhyuk gasps as he cants his hips, the motion bringing him closer but not quite -- and he says it again, this time frustrated and pleading, because he wants Luke more than he wants to preserve his own dignity or to tease,]
Luke. I need -- please, Luke --
[luke like get fcked and eunhyuk like okay but can you make it literal]
[Imagine if Luke was like HAHA I WIN and ruined the moment
No he doesn't do that. Instead, he presses his smile into Eunhyuk's shoulder as Eunhyuk works himself up, keeping one hand around Eunhyuk's neck, the other drifting down to wrap around his cock, enough for Eunhyuk to feel it but too loose for it to be satisfying. He isn't mean enough to let the torture go on like this forever, but he does wait until Eunhyuk breaks--
Or maybe it would be more accurate to say, until he breaks, his resolve shattered by the sweet cadence of Eunhyuk's voice, the desperation in his plea. Eunhyuk pushed him and he'd risen to the challenge, but it hadn't exactly been easy to resist pressing Eunhyuk into the pillows after about five seconds--to pretend like he wasn't mesmerized by the shift of Eunhyuk's back muscles shifting in the light, like the slightest movements weren't sending sparks of lightning along his veins too. If Eunhyuk had held out just a little longer, it's entirely possible that Luke would've caved in, pinned him down, and fucked him hard enough to make them both extraordinarily glad they don't have neighbors.
But it's a moot point. And--it's a game, of course, they both know that, but Eunhyuk cries out for him, and how could he fail to answer the call? He started this to make sure Eunhyuk knows he's wanted, loved, that the place he carved for himself in Luke's heart won't ever be filled by anyone else, even if he changes his mind and leaves. To deny him now would defeat the purpose, even as a sweet form of cruelty.
He presses as close as he can, murmuring good, so good for me in Eunhyuk's ear before he finally moves his hands, wrapping his arms around Eunhyuk and pulling him up until they're both resting on their knees. He moans softly at the change, unable to resist the urge to thrust into him a few times--but he's more concerned with holding Eunhyuk as closely to him as possible, and he keeps his lips on Eunhyuk's cheekbone, unwilling to be outside of kissing distance for even a moment.]
I've got you. [And he wants to prove it, so he does, sliding his hand down to wrap around Eunhyuk's length again--better this time, matching the way he rocks into him. He makes a low sound in his throat, but he keeps talking, as if he's gotten permission, or as if he can no longer help himself.] I love you-- I want you, everything, forever--
[He wants to discover every possible way to make Eunhyuk feel good, to make a complete mental database of every single way Eunhyuk looks, sounds, act, and feels when he's at the height of his pleasure, and to use that knowledge to worship him the way he deserves. More than anything, he wants to immerse Eunhyuk in desire, until he forgets what it was like to be afraid of it.]
Eunhyuk barely finishes whimpering Luke's name when he's finally, finally rewarded, his whole body shuddering as Luke moves -- lifting then thrusting -- and the culmination of it all is exhilarating, made even better by Luke moaning into his ear, a sound Eunhyuk could drown in. but he has so many to choose from -- a veritable ocean, like Luke is the tide pulling him, as his grip tightens around his cock -- and Eunhyuk is no longer stifling any of the feverish noises he's making, incoherent in his desire.
because this is desire, the stars in his veins turning into light with every purposeful stroke of Luke's hand and thrust of his cock and his warm lips on skin murmuring the words 'i love you' 'forever' like he still wants him and always will. It's only when Eunhyuk's on the brink just like this that he thinks about how desire really is transformation, that he is changed, no longer the old self that he'd clung onto out of fear of turning into a monster, but someone purely better. someone ordinary, lucky enough to love and be loved in return, and if that love changes him -- then so be it, it's what he wants, as long as it's Luke making him change.
he turns his head, desperate to reach Luke's lips, not so much as kissing but smearing his mouth against Luke's as he bites and licks and gasps -- and for someone who barely expresses any emotion -- he's all emotion now, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, one hand pressed against Luke's over his throat, the other curled around Luke's wrist as he jerks, crying out, this time not so much shattering than being entirely unmade.
the strength leaves him in waves, buoyed by pleasure, and the slow satisfaction of having had his brains fucked out so that he can't string a single thought beyond the person he's been thinking of this entire time, of how much he wants Luke to feel it too, that crescendo of feeling --]
But for now, it takes almost nothing for Luke to follow Eunhyuk over that edge, just like he'd follow him anywhere else. But this is so much sweeter than fighting at the gates of hell, or even after it, when Eunhyuk's kisses had been bruising with anger and fear, when his hands had said don't leave me even when his voice said you shouldn't have come. Luke's only regret is that this isn't the perfect angle to see Eunhyuk's expression when he lets go a second time, helpless and overwhelmed--but what he can see is breathtaking, and the way Eunhyuk shakes apart in his arms is more than enough to make up for the rest.
For Luke, it's the way Eunhyuk clings to him, even mindless with pleasure. The way Eunhyuk's nails dig into his wrist, as if holding him in place against the arch of his neck, Eunhyuk's adam's apple dancing against his fingers with every gasp and shout. The way he strains to catch Luke's mouth, so openly needy, begging wordlessly to be kissed through the heights of his pleasure. Luke is utterly powerless to resist him, consumed by the need to give Eunhyuk everything he wants and more, more, more. Eunhyuk's body demands the last of Luke's self-control, and Luke would give him all of it every single day of their lives if he asked--but he'll settle for handing it over now, burying himself in Eunhyuk's heat one last time with a sharp curse that he gasps into Eunhyuk's mouth.
No matter how many times they make love, it feels blindingly new, and this is no exception. Luke's temporarily lost the capacity to think coherent thoughts, but he doesn't need them to know that he wants to stay just like this, basking in the way all of his senses are flooded with Eunhyuk. He moans softly, letting go of Eunhyuk's cock to wrap his arm around his waist instead, and gives in to the urge to press impossibly closer, rocking his hips just a little more, as if he simply can't stop even when they're both incandescent with pleasure.
Eventually, he regains enough sense to feel Eunhyuk go boneless. It makes him want to tighten his hold even more, like he might be able to press Eunhyuk all the way into his heart and compress them into a single being if only he clings hard enough. But his limbs are quickly turning to liquid too, and it's really all he can do to lower Eunhyuk to the bed, kissing him softly, languidly, as they catch their breath.]
[he should really take this chance to breathe, and he does -- quick snatches of air in between kissing Luke, not even a little bit keen to escape his arms or this closeness between them that touches his heart still, and always will. the atmosphere doesn't feel as nearly as charged as it did a second ago, exuding a different kind of warmth instead. the slow, indulgent kind, the kind that comes with having all the time in the world to devote to the man curled up against him.
Eunhyuk's breath eventually evens out, turning so he can finally face Luke at an angle that takes all of him in, arm curling around his waist as he presses close. He can see him perfectly at this distance, face to face. It's a sight he's fallen asleep to and woken up with since he arrived here, Luke looking back at him, soft and vulnerable and adoring. This is an expression he never wants to forget, from a person he'll always remember.]
...I love you.
[he'd said it earlier, but he'd like to say it again anyway, in this soft interlude.]
[With his body spent and his heart full, he doesn't resist as Eunhyuk turns in his arms, instead loosening his hold enough to let him get comfortable again before he snuggles closer.
He's gotten better since the first time they slept together, but he still peers at Eunhyuk with sleepy eyes, more than happy to simply lie tangled together and take in the sight of him. He'd never worried about his feelings fading, or even settling (his feelings for Rosa never have, after all) but he's still a little amazed every time he realizes he's somehow, miraculously, grown to love Eunhyuk even more than he did the day before.
Maybe it should scare him, the way there doesn't seem to be a limit to his affection, the way it seems like his feelings will simply continue to grow, unstoppable and overhelming. But love is the only intangible Luke's ever put his faith in. He's afraid of plenty of things--but not this.
He smiles, leaning forward slightly to press a kiss to Eunhyuk's forehead. HIS CUTE MIDDLE PART IS PROBABLY ALL MESSED UP NOW but that's fine.]
I love you too. [He doesn't have to hold it hostage anymore hehe]
Eunhyuk is more than grateful -- he's happy, in that way he thought he'd never be again and can't remember if he ever was. But he is now, and that's all that matters. His eyes flutter shut at the kiss, but he opens them again, because guess who's NOT feeling that sleepy... WOW... WHO COULD IT BE.... He tucks his hand against Luke's face, half just to touch him, and half to coax him awake, even though Luke's sleepy-eyed expression is so cute... baby.... baby boy.....]
Are you tired?
[Eunhyuk will always love teasing Luke, but he always ends up caving in the end... Maybe he doesn't have to fcking RAIL LUKE WHEN HE'S CLEARLY WIPED OUT!!! He can be a nice and understanding boyfriend and cuddle him close instead,]
[Comes back 5 months later until I'm inevitably too lazy to log back into this account again
As easy it would be for him to drift off into a doze right now, Luke is nothing if not devoted. Sometimes that means bold, grand gestures, but then there are the little moments like now, where Luke fights off impending sleepiness at the unspoken request in Eunhyuk's gentle touch. He peers at Eunhyuk through his bangs, his expression equal parts sleepy and exasperated--though there's undeniable fondness and love there, too.]
You're not?
[Eunhyuk really doesn't want to let him win this time, damn]
Eunhyuk shakes his head, proving that he likes to talk a big game but will always fold for Luke, and squeezes in closer, releasing Luke's face and hooking his hand around his waist instead.]
I thought you wanted dessert.
[he says, teasing, mouth curling into one of his rare, real smiles. he feels warm and sated and safe -- three things he hasn't felt in a very long time and thought he never would again. but here he is, despite it all,]
[NOT THE SMILE!!! NO... THINK OF HIS POOR ROMANTIC HEART...
He's tempted to groan and bury his face in Eunhyuk's chest, to whine immaturely until Eunhyuk relents and lets him "win" this round, even if it means enduring Eunhyuk's teasing for a while. But Eunhyuk wraps his arms around him, and he speaks in that playful lilt, and he smiles--and what is Luke to do, but give him anything he wants?]
You want dessert. [It's stupid grumbling, but he's clearly trying not to smile too much as he says it. He runs his fingers through Eunhyuk's hair, simply drinking in his expression for a long while--but eventually, he rolls onto his back, pulling Eunhyuk on top of him, and then down into a deep kiss. Luke like (EPIC!odysseus voice) the things I do for you]
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he opens his mouth, his one coherent thought scattering the moment Luke decides to be mean, so that his attempt to be composed 'you can show me by kissing me' turns into a needy plea instead,]
Kiss me.
[because Eunhyuk wants to KISS LUKE and DISTRACT HIM and kissing Eunhyuk means Luke can't suck him off at the same time, what a brilliant plan he can barely conjure up with the relentless pace of Luke's fingers,]
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For all his teasing, it does stir his heart. It's so, so tempting to listen, to fall into the incredibly blatant trap Eunhyuk's trying to lay for him--because he does love Eunhyuk, enough to throw away his plans, enough to do just about anything he asks, because Eunhyuk asking, nearly begging, is its own reward.
Any other night, he'd probably cave. But tonight, Eunhyuk is out of luck, because he locked in Top Luke six dialogue options ago and there's no resetting the route now.
All this to say, he moves--but only to press kisses along Eunhyuk's cock. Right before taking into his mouth, he comments--]
You didn't say where. [So take THAT, Mr. Pedantic]
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except he doesn't, because he's not annoyed? he feels soft and stupidly in love and he wants to convey that somehow, except whatever words he tries to form for his reply vanish, leaving only sensation behind. it's overwhelming, the rhythm of Luke's tongue and fingers somehow working in tandem to drive Eunhyuk over to the edge, a song that he can't help add his own voice to --
normally, Eunhyuk is more quiet than not, partly because most of their trysts have been in places where they could have easily been overheard back on the ship, and partly because he'll always prefer to hear Luke's voice over his own. but. he's not that quiet now? he can't be and he doesn't want to be. it's not fair if he tries to muffle his moans, not when Luke is doing his best to show him that he loves him. so it's only right for Eunhyuk to give some of that back too -- to make it obvious how much he loves him.
his thighs tremble as he holds himself back, even though what he really wants is to rock his hips against Luke's mouth and fingers -- but Eunhyuk keeps still, his gasps and whimpers tumbling out of him from both the effort and the pleasure, moans ending in Luke's name only to begin anew,
and then he reaches down, carding his fingers through Luke's hair, affectionate and urgent -- somehow finding enough breath to warn him,]
Luke. [he squeezes his eyes shut, pushed up against the precipice,] Stop teasing.
[wow that was fast but IN HIS DEFENSE HE IS BEING VERY STIMULATED RIGHT NOW]
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It's very kind of Eunhyuk to be so loud for him--a favor Luke doesn't return. At least not right now? Luke had said, after all, that this was only the first thing he wanted. And he's under no delusions that he'll be able to maintain his own composure forever, not when his blood surges with each cry of his name, when Eunhyuk's fingers leave electricity in their wake even with the gentleness of his touch. Later, when his mercilessness crumbles beneath the weight of his desire, when his efforts to shower Eunhyuk with relentless pleasure and affection finally merge with his own need, he'll match Eunhyuk's sounds with his own--but right now, he savors what he's given, tucking the precious pieces of Eunhyuk's broken calm away into his heart.
Anyway yeah the answer is no]
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it's both too much and not enough -- relentless in a way that's just like Luke -- persistent in all things. Eunhyuk's eyes are still shut, but he can feel the hum of Luke's refusal, the friction, and his grip in Luke's hair tightens, fingers pressing down at the base of his skull, helpless in the face of what Luke's so determined to give him.
he's no longer calm -- the flush from earlier turning redder, his neck and shoulders and throat and his face for once -- red from both the exertion and from trying not to fall apart -- even though he knows that's what Luke wants to see, even though he is falling apart, every piece of him. his control seems like such a distant thing, now all he can do is feel and savor what it feels like, to lose himself in exhilaration, in want, in desire --
every part of his calm doesn't break this time, it shatters, leaving Eunhyuk to arch and fall in the throes of it, releasing his hold on Luke so he can slump back on the mattress instead, winded and dazed as he mumbles Luke's name,
okay give him a second here to catch his breath, because surely he'll get that respite right, Luke will give at least that to him, RIGHT?]
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The tug to his hair pulls a moan out of him--a proper one this time, though that likely only further ruins Eunhyuk's attempts at self-control. Eunhyuk might not be in a state to hear it, but he doesn't need to be. Not only can he surely feel it, but he probably knows very well by now that Luke loves it, the way he loves every single sign of Eunhyuk giving in to his desire. It's a complicated, frightening, overwhelming thing, he knows, and that makes it all the more special every time Eunhyuk trusts--Luke, himself, the safe present and the terrifying future--enough to let go.
He'd told Eunhyuk that he thought he was beautiful back in the arcade, and he'd meant it in every way. But it's never more true than it is now, and Luke watches him, enraptured by the curve of his back and the breathlessness of his voice, the shine of sweat on his flushed skin and the bob of his throat. He's not shameless enough to dig out his camera and start taking photos, but he wouldn't need to even if he was the sort. There's no way Luke will forget how stunning he is in this moment.
Luke does give him a break, kind of. He's nice enough to be slow about it as he pulls away, and doesn't force him through any kind of crazy overstimulation. But it's not out of kindness. He pulls back, but only to surge upward and steal Eunhyuk's breath all over again with deep, hungry kisses, as if he can taste his name on Eunhyuk's tongue. Maybe if he were a little less in love, he could keep this going for hours, toying with Eunhyuk by dragging him to the edge and then yanking him back, over and over until Eunhyuk can't hold onto any other thoughts. But as it stands, he's wholly consumed by his affection, and it's impossible not to mold his body to Eunhyuk's, enveloping him in closeness the same way love wraps around his heart.
He only lets Eunhyuk breathe when he has to, himself--and even then, he murmurs against his lips--] Love you.
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Eunhyuk's chest heaves with every breath, watching Luke with a dazed look, taking in the expression on Luke's face. It makes him want to both shy away and embrace it -- this moment of vulnerability he's tried for so long not to have with anyone, and yet, it's all he wants to have with Luke now, to share with him and show him and give him, that he can be wholly his and still feel so free. that this connection between them can still be true, without the weight of burden and responsibility Eunhyuk's so grown used to carrying.
he opens his mouth only to feel the heat of Luke's lips on his, and if he felt deliciously adrift before, now he feels anchored in his arms. Eunhyuk kisses back just as urgently, greedily, every swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth a chant of their own -- you have me, he wants to say, you'll always have me.
and then Luke murmurs the words, and Eunhyuk feels like soaring again, the wind leaving him in a soft, breathless laugh.]
I love you -- your mouth, your hands... The way you kiss me.
[he follows that up with a kiss of his own, licks teasingly into his mouth, then pulls back because there really are so many places on Luke's body he wants to pay attention to, like the skin at the crook of his neck and shoulder, perfect to sink his teeth into. and he should really be given a reward for biting Luke somewhere no one else will be able to see, unlike LUKE,
his fingers tangle themselves tighter in Luke's hair as he bites down, and his other hand slides down Luke's spine, fingers feeling every dip and rise, sinking down underneath his waistband, intent on finally yanking it off,]
The way you fuck me.
[wow luke was being so cute and gooey with his love and eunhyuk is really out there also making it horny,]
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Or he can show it, that's fine too. Luke has no complaints about the tight grip Eunhyuk has on his hair, or the way he reaches down, so intent on removing the last barrier between them. He hates having to pull away even the small amount it takes to strip completely, but he's (probably) teasing Eunhyuk enough, so he obliges. He doesn't waste time once he's done, though, immediately scooting back to kiss him again--softer this time, coaxing, more patient than he actually feels.]
One more. [Unfortunately they are both normal human men now and Luke didn't take his aphro painkillers or whatever the fuck so that's about as much as he can reasonably expect from the both of them unless he decides to be REALLY mean, which he probably won't be, maybe.] I need one more from you. Turn over for me?
["I need," he says, even though that isn't his perception of this at all. It's not about his need, really--it's about how much he wants to bring Eunhyuk as much pleasure as he's capable of feeling, and to make him believe he deserves it. He wants Eunhyuk's self-control smashed to pieces on the ground, until he selfishly, greedily, takes everything Luke offers him and demands more, until he realizes that there's nothing he can ask for that Luke won't give him. Is the phrasing manipulative... yes, but he thinks Eunhyuk is more likely to listen this way, so he doesn't feel bad.]
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The expression on Eunhyuk's face is both adoring and a little wry. The wording doesn't escape him? It's just the sort of phrase Eunhyuk likes to use on Luke when he wants to get his way with him too, so can he really fault Luke for using it on him? It's effective the same way his soft kisses are, the way his body feels against his, now without any more barriers between them. He's impatient -- he wants to give in... but he also wants to hear more of those sweet sounds from Luke. Eunhyuk nips a path down Luke's chest as he thinks, then he moves back up to kiss him again, hungry]
...Okay, one more.
[FINE.....!!! and he'll turn obediently, though he turns his head to look at Luke over his shoulder,]
Don't forget. I want my turn after.
[luke: we're normal human men and i'm not on my aphro painkillers so only one more
eunhyuk: binch DON'T FORGET MY TURN!!!!]]
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As he presses in, he drapes himself over Eunhyuk's back, sliding one hand up Eunhyuk's chest until he reaches Eunhyuk's throat. He rests his hand there, loosely, as he waits for Eunhyuk to adjust and reins in his own self-control in the process. Like this, he's close enough to nip at Eunhyuk's ear, so he does!! He should probably say something sweet and loving, it's the perfect time to whisper some sweet nothings and his heart feels warm and full of LOVE, but--]
You'll be too tired for that. [Local man extremely competitive, won't let boyfriend's offhanded comment go]
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and then Luke murmurs into his ear, sounding very CONFIDENT and SELF-ASSURED and while both are turn-ons... well who is Eunhyuk kidding actually it does turn him on, everything about Luke -- from his confidence to the way he gets so competitive over the smallest things -- it's cute... and as usual, it makes Eunhyuk want to bite back. he lets out a 'hmmmm' that would sound so annoying if he wasn't also savoring it, this moments' respite Luke has so sweetly given him which feels more like torture, having to wait --]
We'll see.
[he doesn't have much space between the bed and Luke, but he doesn't need so much to slide forward a little and then thrust back, biting down on his lip to stifle his moan. wow way to repay Luke for being nice for .5 seconds,]
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This was going to be a loving and dramatic tag but then I realized it could be stupid]
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Eunhyuk's brain needs a second to catch up on what he realizes are Luke's INTENTIONS, since he is distracted by horny, and maybe he is stupidly competitive too at the stupidest of times, in that he doesn't immediately fold and beg Luke to bang him. IT'S FINE. HE CAN DO THIS. He'll do this and have his turn and win somehow, yeah!
except the problem with wanting to win is that Eunhyuk doesn't always want to win, the same way he isn't actually that competitive by nature. He goes along with it for the express purpose of teasing Luke, to see his cheeks puff out and his mouth slant to the side in annoyance, because every one of Luke's expressions make his heart race and drive him crazy -- and he can't help but feel a little disappointed that he can't see Luke's face now. If he closes his eyes, then he can try and imagine it -- the tilt of Luke's smile when he's amused, the furrow of his brow when he's focused, the sheen in his eyes when he looks at Eunhyuk like he loves him above all else. And now he's no longer thinking of winning and thinking only of Luke, of how intimately Luke knows his body, and how easy it would be reach that brilliant, shattering feeling a second time with Luke at the helm, and how it's not enough just to feel him --
but it's fine? Eunhyuk can put the work in -- he always has, and he always will -- like that one conversation he'd had years ago, back when all he'd had were exams and part-time jobs and someone had asked if he was seeing anyone and he'd replied with his usual dry humor -- 'yeah, work.' like work was the lover in his bed, holding him close and telling him that no matter what he does, he'll only have it forever.
and then he met Luke, who proved that wrong. the one person who means more than all of Eunhyuk's responsibilities, who could do everything work does, but better. who could be a presence without ever feeling suffocating, who could demand all of of his time and attention and he'd willingly give it, every time. work was a lover and Luke is love, everything about him -- the love he has for others, the love he's somehow miraculously decided to bestow on Eunhyuk --]
Luke...
[Eunhyuk gasps as he cants his hips, the motion bringing him closer but not quite -- and he says it again, this time frustrated and pleading, because he wants Luke more than he wants to preserve his own dignity or to tease,]
Luke. I need -- please, Luke --
[luke like get fcked and eunhyuk like okay but can you make it literal]
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No he doesn't do that. Instead, he presses his smile into Eunhyuk's shoulder as Eunhyuk works himself up, keeping one hand around Eunhyuk's neck, the other drifting down to wrap around his cock, enough for Eunhyuk to feel it but too loose for it to be satisfying. He isn't mean enough to let the torture go on like this forever, but he does wait until Eunhyuk breaks--
Or maybe it would be more accurate to say, until he breaks, his resolve shattered by the sweet cadence of Eunhyuk's voice, the desperation in his plea. Eunhyuk pushed him and he'd risen to the challenge, but it hadn't exactly been easy to resist pressing Eunhyuk into the pillows after about five seconds--to pretend like he wasn't mesmerized by the shift of Eunhyuk's back muscles shifting in the light, like the slightest movements weren't sending sparks of lightning along his veins too. If Eunhyuk had held out just a little longer, it's entirely possible that Luke would've caved in, pinned him down, and fucked him hard enough to make them both extraordinarily glad they don't have neighbors.
But it's a moot point. And--it's a game, of course, they both know that, but Eunhyuk cries out for him, and how could he fail to answer the call? He started this to make sure Eunhyuk knows he's wanted, loved, that the place he carved for himself in Luke's heart won't ever be filled by anyone else, even if he changes his mind and leaves. To deny him now would defeat the purpose, even as a sweet form of cruelty.
He presses as close as he can, murmuring good, so good for me in Eunhyuk's ear before he finally moves his hands, wrapping his arms around Eunhyuk and pulling him up until they're both resting on their knees. He moans softly at the change, unable to resist the urge to thrust into him a few times--but he's more concerned with holding Eunhyuk as closely to him as possible, and he keeps his lips on Eunhyuk's cheekbone, unwilling to be outside of kissing distance for even a moment.]
I've got you. [And he wants to prove it, so he does, sliding his hand down to wrap around Eunhyuk's length again--better this time, matching the way he rocks into him. He makes a low sound in his throat, but he keeps talking, as if he's gotten permission, or as if he can no longer help himself.] I love you-- I want you, everything, forever--
[He wants to discover every possible way to make Eunhyuk feel good, to make a complete mental database of every single way Eunhyuk looks, sounds, act, and feels when he's at the height of his pleasure, and to use that knowledge to worship him the way he deserves. More than anything, he wants to immerse Eunhyuk in desire, until he forgets what it was like to be afraid of it.]
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Eunhyuk barely finishes whimpering Luke's name when he's finally, finally rewarded, his whole body shuddering as Luke moves -- lifting then thrusting -- and the culmination of it all is exhilarating, made even better by Luke moaning into his ear, a sound Eunhyuk could drown in. but he has so many to choose from -- a veritable ocean, like Luke is the tide pulling him, as his grip tightens around his cock -- and Eunhyuk is no longer stifling any of the feverish noises he's making, incoherent in his desire.
because this is desire, the stars in his veins turning into light with every purposeful stroke of Luke's hand and thrust of his cock and his warm lips on skin murmuring the words 'i love you' 'forever' like he still wants him and always will. It's only when Eunhyuk's on the brink just like this that he thinks about how desire really is transformation, that he is changed, no longer the old self that he'd clung onto out of fear of turning into a monster, but someone purely better. someone ordinary, lucky enough to love and be loved in return, and if that love changes him -- then so be it, it's what he wants, as long as it's Luke making him change.
he turns his head, desperate to reach Luke's lips, not so much as kissing but smearing his mouth against Luke's as he bites and licks and gasps -- and for someone who barely expresses any emotion -- he's all emotion now, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, one hand pressed against Luke's over his throat, the other curled around Luke's wrist as he jerks, crying out, this time not so much shattering than being entirely unmade.
the strength leaves him in waves, buoyed by pleasure, and the slow satisfaction of having had his brains fucked out so that he can't string a single thought beyond the person he's been thinking of this entire time, of how much he wants Luke to feel it too, that crescendo of feeling --]
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But for now, it takes almost nothing for Luke to follow Eunhyuk over that edge, just like he'd follow him anywhere else. But this is so much sweeter than fighting at the gates of hell, or even after it, when Eunhyuk's kisses had been bruising with anger and fear, when his hands had said don't leave me even when his voice said you shouldn't have come. Luke's only regret is that this isn't the perfect angle to see Eunhyuk's expression when he lets go a second time, helpless and overwhelmed--but what he can see is breathtaking, and the way Eunhyuk shakes apart in his arms is more than enough to make up for the rest.
For Luke, it's the way Eunhyuk clings to him, even mindless with pleasure. The way Eunhyuk's nails dig into his wrist, as if holding him in place against the arch of his neck, Eunhyuk's adam's apple dancing against his fingers with every gasp and shout. The way he strains to catch Luke's mouth, so openly needy, begging wordlessly to be kissed through the heights of his pleasure. Luke is utterly powerless to resist him, consumed by the need to give Eunhyuk everything he wants and more, more, more. Eunhyuk's body demands the last of Luke's self-control, and Luke would give him all of it every single day of their lives if he asked--but he'll settle for handing it over now, burying himself in Eunhyuk's heat one last time with a sharp curse that he gasps into Eunhyuk's mouth.
No matter how many times they make love, it feels blindingly new, and this is no exception. Luke's temporarily lost the capacity to think coherent thoughts, but he doesn't need them to know that he wants to stay just like this, basking in the way all of his senses are flooded with Eunhyuk. He moans softly, letting go of Eunhyuk's cock to wrap his arm around his waist instead, and gives in to the urge to press impossibly closer, rocking his hips just a little more, as if he simply can't stop even when they're both incandescent with pleasure.
Eventually, he regains enough sense to feel Eunhyuk go boneless. It makes him want to tighten his hold even more, like he might be able to press Eunhyuk all the way into his heart and compress them into a single being if only he clings hard enough. But his limbs are quickly turning to liquid too, and it's really all he can do to lower Eunhyuk to the bed, kissing him softly, languidly, as they catch their breath.]
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Eunhyuk's breath eventually evens out, turning so he can finally face Luke at an angle that takes all of him in, arm curling around his waist as he presses close. He can see him perfectly at this distance, face to face. It's a sight he's fallen asleep to and woken up with since he arrived here, Luke looking back at him, soft and vulnerable and adoring. This is an expression he never wants to forget, from a person he'll always remember.]
...I love you.
[he'd said it earlier, but he'd like to say it again anyway, in this soft interlude.]
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He's gotten better since the first time they slept together, but he still peers at Eunhyuk with sleepy eyes, more than happy to simply lie tangled together and take in the sight of him. He'd never worried about his feelings fading, or even settling (his feelings for Rosa never have, after all) but he's still a little amazed every time he realizes he's somehow, miraculously, grown to love Eunhyuk even more than he did the day before.
Maybe it should scare him, the way there doesn't seem to be a limit to his affection, the way it seems like his feelings will simply continue to grow, unstoppable and overhelming. But love is the only intangible Luke's ever put his faith in. He's afraid of plenty of things--but not this.
He smiles, leaning forward slightly to press a kiss to Eunhyuk's forehead. HIS CUTE MIDDLE PART IS PROBABLY ALL MESSED UP NOW but that's fine.]
I love you too. [He doesn't have to hold it hostage anymore hehe]
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Eunhyuk is more than grateful -- he's happy, in that way he thought he'd never be again and can't remember if he ever was. But he is now, and that's all that matters. His eyes flutter shut at the kiss, but he opens them again, because guess who's NOT feeling that sleepy... WOW... WHO COULD IT BE.... He tucks his hand against Luke's face, half just to touch him, and half to coax him awake, even though Luke's sleepy-eyed expression is so cute... baby.... baby boy.....]
Are you tired?
[Eunhyuk will always love teasing Luke, but he always ends up caving in the end... Maybe he doesn't have to fcking RAIL LUKE WHEN HE'S CLEARLY WIPED OUT!!! He can be a nice and understanding boyfriend and cuddle him close instead,]
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As easy it would be for him to drift off into a doze right now, Luke is nothing if not devoted. Sometimes that means bold, grand gestures, but then there are the little moments like now, where Luke fights off impending sleepiness at the unspoken request in Eunhyuk's gentle touch. He peers at Eunhyuk through his bangs, his expression equal parts sleepy and exasperated--though there's undeniable fondness and love there, too.]
You're not?
[Eunhyuk really doesn't want to let him win this time, damn]
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Eunhyuk shakes his head, proving that he likes to talk a big game but will always fold for Luke, and squeezes in closer, releasing Luke's face and hooking his hand around his waist instead.]
I thought you wanted dessert.
[he says, teasing, mouth curling into one of his rare, real smiles. he feels warm and sated and safe -- three things he hasn't felt in a very long time and thought he never would again. but here he is, despite it all,]
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He's tempted to groan and bury his face in Eunhyuk's chest, to whine immaturely until Eunhyuk relents and lets him "win" this round, even if it means enduring Eunhyuk's teasing for a while. But Eunhyuk wraps his arms around him, and he speaks in that playful lilt, and he smiles--and what is Luke to do, but give him anything he wants?]
You want dessert. [It's stupid grumbling, but he's clearly trying not to smile too much as he says it. He runs his fingers through Eunhyuk's hair, simply drinking in his expression for a long while--but eventually, he rolls onto his back, pulling Eunhyuk on top of him, and then down into a deep kiss. Luke like (EPIC!odysseus voice) the things I do for you]
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