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Baekhyun wakes to the fading smell of pinewood cologne, warm arms around his waist and a face buried in his stomach, keeping him close. The blinds next to his bed cast stripes of shadow through the window from the early sunlight pouring in, the familiar sounds of Kyungsoo’s soft, steady breathing inflating Baekhyun’s chest with affection; along with it, a small stab of fear.
These past few days, Baekhyun fears that he is too happy. It’s strange that he feels so entirely safe and comfortable with another person in his bed, something that has remained unfamiliar territory ever since his (unofficial) breakup with Jongdae several years ago. It’s as if all this sudden influx of good fortune is a rug about to be swept from under him, and although exactly a week has passed since they became an actual couple, this Sunday marks their first morning together. Technically, Kyungsoo came over after work while Baekhyun was sleeping, so it probably doesn’t even count as a full first morning.
Baekhyun finds himself constantly worrying that whatever small amount of good karma he amassed will run out any second, that he could lose everything in the blink of an eye. Honestly, he never considered himself that good of a person, let alone a remotely admirable one; his life choices over the years speak in volumes, the brunt of it leaning in favor of the worse. Was it normal for someone like him to be this happy? All because of one person? Could it be that easy?
He is also constantly aware of just how much he loves Kyungsoo, and it’s alarming to even think about. Definitely more than he loves himself, for one; it shows in how easy it has always been for Kyungsoo to make him happy or sad. His smallest actions light up Baekhyun’s entire world or crumble it all at once, and that fact alone absolutely terrifies him. He doesn’t know what to make of it, really. He just wonders how another person can have such a complete hold on his heart when the only thing that Baekhyun had was a confirmation that Kyungsoo loved him; that the words “I love you” came from those perfect lips last Saturday, accompanied with a sad smile and eyes that desperately wanted Baekhyun to give him a chance. That with every slow kiss and gentle touch, every fond gaze and a teasing grin, Kyungsoo truly meant those words.
And it wasn’t that Baekhyun didn’t trust him; he just has a hard time believing that Kyungsoo is actually willing to put up with Baekhyun and all the ugly sides of himself that he lugs around like overweight baggage – his shortcomings, his history, his terrible ways of handling relationships that went beyond sex, everything. Baekhyun has already cracked himself open and surrendered every part of himself, both the good and the bad, to Kyungsoo. All he has left is blind faith in Kyungsoo’s words, but… how long did he have until it became tiring? How long is Baekhyun even worth all the struggle?
To quickly distract himself from his thoughts, Baekhyun reaches over to his phone and presses the home button to reveal the time. It reads just a few minutes until five in the morning, surprising him as he retracts his arm and wonders why he even woke up in the first place. The shift of movement causes his boyfriend to snuggle even closer, tightening his hold on Baekhyun as he nuzzles his face further into the elder’s threadbare tank top. The readjustment exposes a large strip of Baekhyun’s stomach to the cool air of his apartment and he can feel Kyungsoo’s hot breath ghost over his skin, creating a tickling sensation that makes him giggle into his fist in an effort to stay silent. It obviously doesn’t work because seconds later he can feel Kyungsoo’s mouth form a grin against his skin just before he presses a soft kiss there.
“What’s so funny?” the detective questions, his voice barely above a whisper, still kissing Baekhyun’s tummy and making him squirm when Kyungsoo’s faint five o’clock shadow prickle him lightly.
“Your breath is tickling me,” Baekhyun complains with another laugh, although louder this time, wriggling as he pushes weakly at Kyungsoo’s shoulders without any real protest. He gasps in surprise when he feels hard teeth replace lips, careful bites trailing up as calloused fingers inch Baekhyun’s top up to his armpits before sliding it off completely. His brain doesn’t even have time to process what’s happening, still mostly asleep even as the nerves in his body ignite all at once in a sensation that travels down his spine and curls his toes.
Kyungsoo gently nudges him onto his back while crawling over him, his teeth never leaving Baekhyun’s skin. His body jerks when Kyungsoo’s lips catch a nipple, rolling it with his teeth and tongue, and Baekhyun’s hands automatically grab at the open collar of the younger’s button up. He notes that Kyungsoo didn’t even have time to change before he passed out in Baekhyun’s bed late last night whenever he dropped by, and his heart gives a painful little ache when the younger pulls back to sit up straight and remove the shirt entirely.
“When did you get here?” Baekhyun asks, voice catching on a moan when he feels a hardness against his leg that explains why Kyungsoo is so horny despite only just waking. A tidal wave of lust burns through his entire body, face growing hot and heart pounding when he realizes that Kyungsoo didn’t even think twice about masturbating later when Baekhyun was so readily available to him now; he wonders if it’s okay to thank heaven that they’re finally dating when he’s sporting a raging hard-on and his boyfriend is a few moments away from boning him into the next century.
Kyungsoo doesn’t immediately reply to Baekhyun’s question, only able to focus on one thing at a time this early in the morning, the first being to lift Baekhyun’s long legs and remove his shorts. The exposure to the cool air makes Baekhyun’s cock twitch, especially when Kyungsoo licks his lips at the sight of him naked and splayed open on the bed. Pulling off his own slacks and settling his head between Baekhyun’s parted legs, Kyungsoo barely gives the question a moment of thought before responding. “Sometime after two, probably. I just came straight here and let myself in with the spare since I hadn’t seen you in such a long time.”
Baekhyun would argue that they just saw each other two nights ago, except that he also agrees with the fact that even an entire day is much too long for either of them. Nevertheless, he doesn’t have a chance to ask any more questions before his vision suddenly goes white, Kyungsoo’s thick lips wrapping around the head of his cock and causing his hips to jerk forward in eagerness. He buries his fingers in the detective’s hair, curling his fingers into the slightly longer part at the top that isn’t shaved short, and somewhere in the back of his mind a sense of satisfaction feeds his ego knowing that Kyungsoo’s hair will stay messed up even when he tries to brush it down later.
Heat coils deep in Baekhyun’s abdomen as Kyungsoo takes him in deeper, swallowing around him and making Baekhyun moan in pleasure, chest heaving and cheeks burning. He feels fingers prodding at his entrance, and Baekhyun smirks mischievously when Kyungsoo suddenly pulls away in surprise. “You’re already lubed up?” Kyungsoo gapes, plump lips shining with spit and pre-cum as he stares incredulously at his slick fingers and then questioningly at his boyfriend.
Baekhyun takes his lower lip into his teeth and waggles his eyebrows cheekily. “I was thinking about you before I went to bed,” he hints with an impish laugh, and the realization that dawns on Kyungsoo’s face – those dark eyes of his growing even darker with hunger as he groans – could make Baekhyun come right then and there.
Kyungsoo attacks Baekhyun mouth, and the taste of himself on the other’s tongue is overpowered by the ferocity with which Kyungsoo kisses him. Their bodies move together almost in a rhythm, hands everywhere pulling and touching and rubbing, until Kyungsoo finally reaches down and wraps Baekhyun’s legs around his waist. He feels the other’s throbbing cock pressing up against his entrance, the wet heat of it dragging against his taint making him flutter in anticipation. Somehow Kyungsoo seems to regain his composure before blindly thrusting himself inside the way he normally does, and Baekhyun would pout at the sudden caution if he didn’t feel Kyungsoo already lining himself up before pushing in carefully.
The stretch of Kyungsoo sliding inside him for the first, tenth, hundredth time, will never fail to make Baekhyun’s breath catch, head falling back as he feels every inch of his boyfriend’s burning hot length spear him open wider and wider. Kyungsoo sucks dark marks onto Baekhyun’s neck and collarbones as he glides in, so painstakingly slow that Baekhyun sobs in desperation, body jerking in impatience even as he senses himself growing delirious on the feeling of being spread open. Kyungsoo keeps him pinned however, leaving no room for other movements, more mindful of Baekhyun’s body than the person himself.
Kyungsoo catches the elder’s mouth to distract him, sucking on his lower lip and kissing the corners before pressing even more along Baekhyun’s chin and jaw, allowing him time to adjust before finally pulling out and thrusting back in. Baekhyun’s vision whites out for a moment, Kyungsoo fucking him so deliciously slow, not picking up speed so much as sinking in deeper with each long thrust. Baekhyun wheezes with gasping breaths each time Kyungsoo enters, his dick throbbing in pleasure and leaking against his stomach. Liquid fire runs through Baekhyun’s veins at a constant rate, sending a shockwave every time Kyungsoo fills him, and he doesn’t even realize he is drooling until he feels it pooling in his mouth.
The tight control Kyungsoo holds over him keeps Baekhyun on edge, the pleasure racking up higher and higher until he can barely hold himself together, body shaking and eyes clenched shut. When Baekhyun feels close to bursting, he finally opens his eyes and finds Kyungsoo watching his face, clearly enjoying the way it twists in pleasure from of his ministrations. Kyungsoo smirks at being caught, and immediately Baekhyun’s entire body shudders before coming impressively hard in between their sliding bodies, the orgasm lasting so long and so good that tears of pleasure run down his cheeks as he struggles to remember how to breathe.
After what feels like forever and yet not long enough, Baekhyun comes down from his high, breaths still shaky and body twitching with hypersensitivity as Kyungsoo continues to fuck him. It doesn’t take long for the detective to pick up pace before finally filling Baekhyun with molten heat, whimpering when he feels it dribbling down the cleft of his ass as Kyungsoo pulls out and collapses beside him, satisfied.
Now that his hands are no longer otherwise occupied, Baekhyun brushes his long hair off his face, freeing his sweaty neck from the wet tendrils sticking to his skin. His entire being is still trembling from the aftermath of pleasure but still he immediately rolls on top of Kyungsoo and cages him in with his body, only to press kisses all over his face. “Unfair,” he murmurs breathlessly after dragging Kyungsoo’s upper lip with his teeth, breaking the silence that had previously filled up with the sounds of their lovemaking and kissing. “When you fuck me so intensely like this, I almost forget about the Kyungsoo who likes to pull my hair and leave his fingerprints on my thighs.”
Kyungsoo chuckles in response, reaching up to tenderly cup Baekhyun’s cheeks with both his hands before sliding them back over his ears, running his fingers through the elder’s slightly sweaty dark, silky hair. The detective smiles fondly at Baekhyun’s words, but there is a hint of something else in his eyes that is hard to read. “I’m always so rough, aren’t I? I never got to enjoy you properly,” he wonders quietly, voice laced with an emotion that Baekhyun doesn’t get a chance to decipher before Kyungsoo is pulling him down again for more kisses, distracting him with the way their bodies fit together so perfectly despite the stickiness, Baekhyun’s longer, leaner frame against Kyungsoo’s more petite, sturdy one.
“I like it when it hurts a little,” Baekhyun shyly confesses against the younger’s mouth, kissing down the side of Kyungsoo’s face and nipping at his earlobe to hide his brief moment of hesitation as well as the embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks and chest. “Really, really like it.” Kyungsoo’s body jerks in surprise at the admission, grip accidentally tightening in the other’s hair. Baekhyun whimpers at the sting, enjoying it more than he could bring himself to explain, but Kyungsoo flinches almost immediately and pulls away just as quick.
“I… I think it’s better not to go back down that road,” Kyungsoo murmurs, and the look in his eyes tell Baekhyun that he’s definitely hiding something with the way he doesn’t let the older stare back at him too long. Before Baekhyun can call out this evasive behavior, Kyungsoo quickly gets out of bed and heads straight to the bathroom, wetting a spare towel with warm water and bringing it back. He vigilantly wipes down Baekhyun’s body before quickly doing the same to his own with unyielding focus; he manages not to look anywhere else the entire time, as if trying to gather his thoughts, leaving Baekhyun’s bewildered expression completely unnoticed.
After discarding the towel, Kyungsoo pulls him close again so that they’re lying on their sides before pressing his face against Baekhyun’s wide chest, affectionately kissing the mole just above his heart for a long enough time that Baekhyun’s actual heart skips a couple beats. Kyungsoo must feel it against his mouth because his smile widens and he plants another sweet kiss, albeit quicker. “Let’s go back to sleep, Baek,” he hums, apparently deciding to not elaborate on whatever thoughts that were plaguing him earlier, instead choosing to simply ignore them. “I still have couple hours until work, so I want to hold you like this for a while longer.”
Baekhyun doesn’t reply for a few seconds, studying the top of the other’s messy hair as he tries to decode the incomprehensible emotion that was swimming in Kyungsoo’s eyes before shutting him out so suddenly. Eventually Baekhyun gives in with a fatigued sigh, wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo’s head and holding him closer, even as uneasiness makes the hairs on the back of his neck tingle. If Kyungsoo is unwilling to talk about what is bothering him for now, then Baekhyun isn’t going to push him to explain himself – not unless it starts causing problems. It absolutely won’t stop him from worrying about it, though.
“Goodnight, Soo,” Baekhyun mumbles, unable to shake the hollow feeling expanding in his chest even as he clenches his eyes shut and wishes with all his heart that he didn’t always notice every little thing that Kyungsoo said or did.
Baekhyun surfaces into consciousness once more when he feels warm lips on his, eyes fluttering open to see Kyungsoo haloed by bright sunlight as he hovers over him, fully dressed and ready to leave for work but not quite willing to go just yet. He’s got a fond smile on his face, barely a couple centimeters away before he leans in again for another kiss.
“I have to head over to the precinct for my shift now,” Kyungsoo explains softly, more to waste time than to clarify, seeing as his boyfriend already knows. He thumbs over Baekhyun’s parted lips like he can’t bear to separate with them, proving it by kissing him yet again. Baekhyun all but forgets his worries from before as he melts into it, wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck and yanking him close. They needed to savor their first morning together, even if it was only for a couple hours. One day they’ll have a real first morning, where Kyungsoo comes over the evening before and leaves the following day after making love all night and enjoying a late brunch on the couch while watching afternoon TV.
It was no secret that Kyungsoo’s job is extremely demanding; not only are there long hours, he is also randomly called in whenever new evidence for an urgent case turns up. But still, this week was especially bad, what with his precinct handling their largest case of the summer so far. The timing could not have been worse, seeing as how little time they’ve spent since finally becoming an official couple last Saturday.
None of that changes how obvious it is that Kyungsoo wants to stay with Baekhyun longer, but duty calls and Baekhyun wonders if maybe he was worrying for nothing. Just because Kyungsoo isn’t telling him something does not mean that it has anything to do with the way he feels for Baekhyun. The thought alone comforts him, and he laughs loudly when he realizes that he needs to be the responsible one for once and push Kyungsoo off the bed otherwise they’ll end up kissing all morning (not that he minds going through with that, either, but he definitely did not want his handsome officer to be late for the first time in his entire career).
Kyungsoo’s eyes glimmer with childish mirth when Baekhyun ends up also needing to use his legs to lift the other off himself, body like a deadweight on top of him showcasing his unwillingness to leave despite already wearing his slightly wrinkled uniform. Baekhyun climbs out of bed before Kyungsoo can fall on him again, uncaring of the naked – and, admittedly, very lewd – state of his body as he drags his boyfriend towards the front door by the arm.
They play-struggle the entire way there until Baekhyun finally shoves the younger man outside, stepping out into the sunlight despite his nudity to kiss away the pout on Kyungsoo’s mouth. This immature, self-indulgent behavior is an adorable side that Baekhyun has been seeing more often these past few days, and, in a way, it’s a side that only he ever gets to see. It is the most extreme kind of role reversal that makes him incredibly giddy, fueling a desire to hug Kyungsoo close and kiss his soft cheeks forever. How can someone be so cute?
After one last kiss, Kyungsoo finally, finally heads out for work. Baekhyun observes Kyungsoo climb all the way down the four flights of stairs that zigzag along the front his apartment building. He’s watching from metal railing opposite to his apartment door, half of him hoping his neighbors don’t catch him flashing his dick at the parking lot – also praying that there is no one in lot, for that matter, although it is Sunday morning – and the other half honestly not caring. Baekhyun grins wide and waves when Kyungsoo looks up at him from where he’s parked his cruiser, the detective motioning at him to get his indecent ass back inside even though he was trying so hard not to laugh.
Baekhyun waits until Kyungsoo pulls outside of the complex and turns the corner before reentering his apartment, the sudden quiet washing over him with loneliness. He doesn’t have a shift at the lounge until Wednesday, and most of his plans until then involve waiting for Kyungsoo to text him back during his limited free time and binge-watching dramas on TV with Jongdae whenever his friend gets back from the office.
His mind briefly goes back to that weird moment where Kyungsoo suddenly seemed so closed off, and after replaying it in his mind several times, he finally chooses to write it off as an anomaly, electing not to worry about it. If it happens again, maybe he’ll mention it to Jongdae and get a second opinion, but for now he’ll allow it to drift off to the back of his mind. With a loud sigh and lightened shoulders, Baekhyun returns to his bedroom and collapses onto the bed. Curling back into his blankets, he tucks the long strands of his hair behind his ears and opts to shower whenever he wakes up again, allowing sleep to finally claim him for a third time.
Baekhyun dreams of Kyungsoo’s warm eyes and soft lips, of those calloused hands skirting all over his bare skin and holding him tight. He wonders if Kyungsoo dreams about him, too.