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They’ve always liked laying together, just in bed, on the couch, wherever. It created a peace around them they couldn’t otherwise get, and they took every opportunity they had to just relax together.

Minseok is curled against his side, arm thrown across him and thumb gently rubbing his hip bone peeking out from his boxers. “Why are you so thin?” he asks, looking up at him from his chest, eyes wide. “You weigh nothing.”

“Is that why you started losing weight?” Jongdae asks him, arm wrapped around him and pulling him closer. “Hyung, you were already skinny, you didn’t need to lose any weight. You were perfect.”

He shrugs as best he can laying down, shaking his head on his chest. “I wasn’t happy,” he tells him, running his hand up his bare chest. “I don’t want to go back to my previous weight. I’m happier like this.” He presses a kiss over his heart, smiling.

The arm wrapped around him trails down his back, nails tickling his sensitive skin. “I was happy with you before.”

Minseok rolls on top of him, holding his weight on his knees and elbows, staring down at him. “Are you now?”
The younger leans up and presses his lips against his, a hand reaching up to rest on his jaw.

“Of course I am,” he tells him when he pulls back. “But you didn’t need to lose all that weight.”

Minseok leans down to press their lips together, licking into his mouth with a shy tongue and gasping when Jongdae sucks it into his mouth. He rolls them over, the younger on top, without breaking the kiss. It ends when he pulls away and kisses his cheeks, trailing down his neck and biting into the soft skin.

Hand slip into his hair as he continues down his chest, his own hands rubbing up his sides. He presses kisses to every surface he can reach, worshiping the body under him.

“Jongdae,” leaves the elders throat and he pulls his head up to make eye contact. He sucks his lip between his teeth, a light blush on his face.

Jongdae smiles at him, thumb stroking near his belly button. “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”

His breath catches in his throat as he slides down the rest of his body, pulling his boxers down enough to show his now-perturding hipbones. He gently nips at one of them, soothing the bite with a kiss before sucking a mark into the area.

“Theses weren’t here before,” he murmurs, kissing the other one. “But it was okay.”

He trails down to his knees, pressing a kiss in the juncture where he’s most ticklish. “I’ve always loved your legs.” He drags a hand up his calf, squeezing his knee and making him jump.

“Y-you should stop,” Minseok breathes, pushing him away and curling in on himself, not meeting his eyes.

Jongdae leans up and presses their foreheads together, “You don’t believe me,” he whispers, “I want you to believe me.” He places a chaste kiss to his lips and looks at him desperately.

“Okay,” Minseok agrees quietly, “just…”

“I know,” Jondgae kisses him behind his ear.

“Flip over,” he whispers, leaning off him enough to give him room to move. “I want to admire your back.”

He settles, and Jongdae straddles him, dancing his hands over his back with feather light touches. He kneads his shoulders, trying to loosen the tense muscles and help him to relax. His hands trail down the sides of his back, lips pressing between his shoulder blades.

“You’re back has always been perfect,” he tells him, moving to settle more of his weight on the back of his thighs.

He pulls his boxers over the swell of his butt, the other shivering as the cold air hits his skin. Jongdae giggles, “I’ve always liked your butt.”

His hands trail over his cheeks, the pale skin warm and sensitive as the older shudders.

A hesitant finger circles his pink hole. Jongdae licks his lips, suddenly nervous.

Jongdae has only topped twice: once when Minseok was too exhausted and sore from practice, and the other as a distraction because he needed to calm down.

“C-can I?” he finally asks.

Minseok audibly swallows, turning his head to look at him with obvious nervousness in his eyes. “Y-yeah,” he finally mutters, nodding his head before burying it in the pillow. He pushes his butt into the air as much as its comfortable while spreading his legs.

The sound of a bottle being opened causes him to tense up, and its Jongdae’s lips against his cheek that eases him back, if only a little.

“You can’t be tense, calm down,” the youngers voice is quiet in his ear, a little breathy. “I won’t hurt you.”

He nods his head and takes a deep breath, wiggling his hips when he’s ready.

It’s uncomfortable at first, a little awkward and the stretch hurts and he has to remind himself to breathe through clenched teeth. Two fingers is worse, the stretch burning and making him clench his teeth together more, tensing up and trying to pull away. Three has him wincing, forcing his legs further apart.

He feels exposed, a feeling he doesn’t like.

Jongdae kisses the center of his back, free hand reaching around him to grab his member. The feeling causes him to jerk, rocking his hips forward into the warm hand. “A-are you ready?” Jongdae asks gently, voice lower than he had ever heard him.

Minseok nods and shivers when he hears the sound of foil being opened. He braces himself, hands fisting into the sheets and head turning to the side to breathe. He’s being entered, and it hurts, but Jongdae goes slow until his hips are flush against his backside. He stills, breathing through flared nostrils and eyes squeezed shut. “Y-you okay?” he asks, stroking his hips with gentle thumbs.

“Yeah,” the other replies, lips parted and cheeks flushed.

“Y-you look really good,” he says, starting to pull out, “you’re still beautiful.”

“Jongdae,” It’s a groan.

He snaps his hips forward, a moan leaving his mouth. The pace is steady, slow, and Minseok is in pain, teeth grinding together finger nails digging into his palms so hard there’s a trickle of blood.

A mix between a gasp and a sigh escapes his lips, surprising them both. Their eyes meet and a smile spreads across the youngers face, and he snaps his hips forwards again, quicker.

Pleasure explodes inside him as the thrusts become faster and harder, forcing his breath out of his lungs. “There,” he gasps quietly, but Jongdae hears him and smiles a little in victory.

The thrusts become erratic, the rhythm slipping as he wraps his hand around him and jerks him to his climxd, his own following close behind.

He pulls out, tying the condom off and dropping it to the floor to dispose of later. He collapses next to him, pulling him into his arms on top of his chest.

“I’m gonna crush-” Minseok begins, but Jongdae silences him with a slow kiss.

He brushes the dampened hair out of his eyes, trailing a finger down his flushed cheeks. “No, you won’t.” He tells him, “did anything I said process in your head?”

Minseok buries his head in the crook of his neck, breathing into his shoulder. “Thank you.”

It’s mumbled, but Jongdae hears it perfectly and kisses the top of his head.

Description
They’ve always liked laying together, just in bed, on the couch, wherever. It created a peace around them they couldn’t otherwise get, and they took every opportunity they had to just relax together.

Minseok is curled against his side, arm thrown across him and thumb gently rubbing his hip bone peeking out from his boxers. “Why are you so thin?” he asks, looking up at him from his chest, eyes wide. “You weigh nothing.”

“Is that why you started losing weight?” Jongdae asks him, arm wrapped around him and pulling him closer. “Hyung, you were already skinny, you didn’t need to lose any weight. You were perfect.”

He shrugs as best he can laying down, shaking his head on his chest. “I wasn’t happy,” he tells him, running his hand up his bare chest. “I don’t want to go back to my previous weight. I’m happier like this.” He presses a kiss over his heart, smiling.

The arm wrapped around him trails down his back, nails tickling his sensitive skin. “I was happy with you before.”

Minseok rolls on top of him, holding his weight on his knees and elbows, staring down at him. “Are you now?”
The younger leans up and presses his lips against his, a hand reaching up to rest on his jaw.

“Of course I am,” he tells him when he pulls back. “But you didn’t need to lose all that weight.”

Minseok leans down to press their lips together, licking into his mouth with a shy tongue and gasping when Jongdae sucks it into his mouth. He rolls them over, the younger on top, without breaking the kiss. It ends when he pulls away and kisses his cheeks, trailing down his neck and biting into the soft skin.

Hand slip into his hair as he continues down his chest, his own hands rubbing up his sides. He presses kisses to every surface he can reach, worshiping the body under him.

“Jongdae,” leaves the elders throat and he pulls his head up to make eye contact. He sucks his lip between his teeth, a light blush on his face.

Jongdae smiles at him, thumb stroking near his belly button. “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”

His breath catches in his throat as he slides down the rest of his body, pulling his boxers down enough to show his now-perturding hipbones. He gently nips at one of them, soothing the bite with a kiss before sucking a mark into the area.

“Theses weren’t here before,” he murmurs, kissing the other one. “But it was okay.”

He trails down to his knees, pressing a kiss in the juncture where he’s most ticklish. “I’ve always loved your legs.” He drags a hand up his calf, squeezing his knee and making him jump.

“Y-you should stop,” Minseok breathes, pushing him away and curling in on himself, not meeting his eyes.

Jongdae leans up and presses their foreheads together, “You don’t believe me,” he whispers, “I want you to believe me.” He places a chaste kiss to his lips and looks at him desperately.

“Okay,” Minseok agrees quietly, “just…”

“I know,” Jondgae kisses him behind his ear.

“Flip over,” he whispers, leaning off him enough to give him room to move. “I want to admire your back.”

He settles, and Jongdae straddles him, dancing his hands over his back with feather light touches. He kneads his shoulders, trying to loosen the tense muscles and help him to relax. His hands trail down the sides of his back, lips pressing between his shoulder blades.

“You’re back has always been perfect,” he tells him, moving to settle more of his weight on the back of his thighs.

He pulls his boxers over the swell of his butt, the other shivering as the cold air hits his skin. Jongdae giggles, “I’ve always liked your butt.”

His hands trail over his cheeks, the pale skin warm and sensitive as the older shudders.

A hesitant finger circles his pink hole. Jongdae licks his lips, suddenly nervous.

Jongdae has only topped twice: once when Minseok was too exhausted and sore from practice, and the other as a distraction because he needed to calm down.

“C-can I?” he finally asks.

Minseok audibly swallows, turning his head to look at him with obvious nervousness in his eyes. “Y-yeah,” he finally mutters, nodding his head before burying it in the pillow. He pushes his butt into the air as much as its comfortable while spreading his legs.

The sound of a bottle being opened causes him to tense up, and its Jongdae’s lips against his cheek that eases him back, if only a little.

“You can’t be tense, calm down,” the youngers voice is quiet in his ear, a little breathy. “I won’t hurt you.”

He nods his head and takes a deep breath, wiggling his hips when he’s ready.

It’s uncomfortable at first, a little awkward and the stretch hurts and he has to remind himself to breathe through clenched teeth. Two fingers is worse, the stretch burning and making him clench his teeth together more, tensing up and trying to pull away. Three has him wincing, forcing his legs further apart.

He feels exposed, a feeling he doesn’t like.

Jongdae kisses the center of his back, free hand reaching around him to grab his member. The feeling causes him to jerk, rocking his hips forward into the warm hand. “A-are you ready?” Jongdae asks gently, voice lower than he had ever heard him.

Minseok nods and shivers when he hears the sound of foil being opened. He braces himself, hands fisting into the sheets and head turning to the side to breathe. He’s being entered, and it hurts, but Jongdae goes slow until his hips are flush against his backside. He stills, breathing through flared nostrils and eyes squeezed shut. “Y-you okay?” he asks, stroking his hips with gentle thumbs.

“Yeah,” the other replies, lips parted and cheeks flushed.

“Y-you look really good,” he says, starting to pull out, “you’re still beautiful.”

“Jongdae,” It’s a groan.

He snaps his hips forward, a moan leaving his mouth. The pace is steady, slow, and Minseok is in pain, teeth grinding together finger nails digging into his palms so hard there’s a trickle of blood.

A mix between a gasp and a sigh escapes his lips, surprising them both. Their eyes meet and a smile spreads across the youngers face, and he snaps his hips forwards again, quicker.

Pleasure explodes inside him as the thrusts become faster and harder, forcing his breath out of his lungs. “There,” he gasps quietly, but Jongdae hears him and smiles a little in victory.

The thrusts become erratic, the rhythm slipping as he wraps his hand around him and jerks him to his climxd, his own following close behind.

He pulls out, tying the condom off and dropping it to the floor to dispose of later. He collapses next to him, pulling him into his arms on top of his chest.

“I’m gonna crush-” Minseok begins, but Jongdae silences him with a slow kiss.

He brushes the dampened hair out of his eyes, trailing a finger down his flushed cheeks. “No, you won’t.” He tells him, “did anything I said process in your head?”

Minseok buries his head in the crook of his neck, breathing into his shoulder. “Thank you.”

It’s mumbled, but Jongdae hears it perfectly and kisses the top of his head.