iridescent,

In his dazed state, Sian smiles softly at the other when he finally has permission to lay down, and moans quietly when Minwoo's erection slips out of him. He breathes deeply and flops down on the bed, pulling a pillow closer to him so he can lay his head on the soft surface. He keeps his eyes on the other, and follows every instruction that he gives, but he blushes a little when he spreads his legs for Minwoo again — not because he doesn't feel comfortable doing that, but because he knows Minwoo was right when he called him a pervert: he's blushing because he can't wait to have Minwoo's cock inside of him again, he's blushing because he is finally recognizing his own desire and neediness.

He watches his lover move above him, and stares at his body and the way his muscles move every time Minwoo scoots closer to him, only stopping when he feels his erection being pushed inside his hole again. His eyes fall shut, and a quiet moan escapes past his strawberry red lips, but soon enough it becomes louder with the kisses the other presses against his skin, moving closer and closer to a very sensitive spot of his body — one that Minwoo has noticed before, but not given much attention until now. Sian's body trembles when he feels the other's mouth on his nipple, and he moans again while his back arches in pleasure, not only from the teasing touch on his chest but also from the constant thrusts of Minwoo's hips. Somehow, it feels even better and hotter now that his beloved Minu is on top of him, in total control of their motions. It shows just how much Sian trusts him, how much Sian wants him.

And when he gets kissed, he immediately wraps his arms around his lover's neck, keeping him close and tight against his body; and he kisses the other hungrily, passionately, until they're both desperate for oxygen again. But as soon as he catches his breath, he immediately presses his lips against Minwoo's again, still desperate and needy for more, for everything the other can give him. He wants all of it, especially now that he knows Minwoo feels good as well.

He's moaning, his fingertips dig into the soft skin of the other's back with every move he makes, with every touch his cock makes against Sian's prostrate — it feels like he's in Heaven, and Heaven is exactly there, underneath Seo Minwoo. Underneath his boyfriend. Underneath the man he loves, underneath the man that loves him back.

I love you.

Those words sink into his skin, deep inside his flesh, his bones, and every atom that forms who Yoo Sian is. His heart beats faster as an immediate reaction, and despite the surprise and the joy of hearing those words from the man above him, he still manages to move his hands from Minwoo's back to his cheeks, cupping them delicately, and making their eyes meet in a loving and intimate gaze that is only intensified by how close their bodies are. He can feel Minwoo's breath against his skin, and a small smile forms on his lips, love and devotion exhaling from him.

"I love you too," he whispers and his smile widens, his fingers run through the other man's hair to brush it away from his face. "I love you too, Minu... I love you so much. I love how you feel inside of me, I love how your skin feels against mine, I love everything about you."

He leans in again, giving Minwoo another deep and passionate kiss, with his hands grasping for him as if he could suddenly disappear at any moment, as if he could wake up from this dream and not have his sweet boyfriend in his arms anymore.

Praises and compliments are some of his favorite things to hear and say, there's something so sweet and gentle in words of affirmation that makes Sian want to make everyone around him smile when he speaks to them — especially if it's unexpected, something small and almost insignificant that only he would notice. I like the color of your nails. I love the way you styled your hair today. Those glasses look really nice on you. Simple things, simple words, that can bring the sunlight back into someone's gloomy days. Minwoo's words are different though: they do make him feel warmer, as if his sun has become bigger and warmer, ready to swallow his earth in attempts to become brighter, stronger. They make his skin glow with a thin layer of sweat that starts to form on his forehead, his neck, and his chest. It's subtle, but it gives his skin a beautiful glimmer that can't go unnoticed.

His moans become a bit more breathy the more he feels the other move inside of him, and he keeps his hands on Minwoo's chest, with his thumbs still brushing softly and gently over his nipples. He stares at his lover, watching every expression on his face and enjoying the sounds he makes as the pace of his hips intensify, sending more and more shivers down Sian's spine. When Minwoo lifts him a little though, Sian adjusts himself as well, supporting himself on his thighs now to create a slight gap between his body and Minwoo's — it gives the other room to move himself, and makes Sian's voice become louder with each thrust. He closes his eyes, focusing all of his senses on the sweet spot Minwoo keeps on finding every time his body moves against Sian's, and the sounds that that movement creates whenever their skins touch each other. A small smirk forms on his lips when he hears the sudden insult, among all of the praises Minwoo has been giving him this entire time, that's what makes Sian's smile break into a pleased smirk. "That- that's the effect you have on me, Minu... I'm happy you feel good, it feels so good."

But his voice breaks into a whiny moan when he feels the hand on his erection, stroking it so painfully and deliciously that it makes Sian's back arch again, as he leans his head back and closes his eyes tightly. "Fuck," he says in between his whimpers, and he dares to move his hips a little against Minwoo's thrusts. He is certain that he has never felt so good before, and he really hopes Minwoo feels the same way... Like he has never fucked someone so good before, and that he'll never find someone that can make him feel as much pleasure as Sian can. He knows he's not innocent at all right now, that he is exactly what Minwoo said ( his bitch ) and he couldn't be happier right now. He loves what they're doing, and more importantly, he loves Minwoo. He loves Minwoo so much!

His back arches just slightly, feeling the delicate touch along his spine. For a moment, all he can do is moan and whimper, with every muscle of his body tensing with electricity that runs through him. He tightens his arms around Minwoo's neck, and takes a couple of seconds to fully comprehend what's being told to him while he feels the other's cock move slowly in and out of him. It is distracting, it is overwhelming, but in a way that makes Sian not want it to stop. But eventually, he nods his head a few times, moaning and whining in between words when he speaks.

"Yes... I wanna be the- the best you've ever had." That's everything he wants, to make Minwoo feel the best he's ever felt, to give him all the pleasure one could feel, to be the best person he has ever had sex with. He hopes that he can be that person, not only because of how good his body might feel while Minwoo fucks him good, as he himself said but also because of the feelings they share for each other: despite the fact that they have never said it to each other, Sian knows he loves Minwoo. And he knows Minwoo can tell, it's pretty obvious. He makes sure to show all of his love and affection on everything he does for the other; their kisses, their hugs, every little touch no matter how innocent it might be, every word he says to him, or every song he sings to help him fall asleep at night. It all expresses the love Sian feels towards Minwoo, he doesn't need words. "Ah, not as sexy as you... I want you to fuck me good, love. Please, keep going..."

The sound he hears from Minwoo makes Sian move a little to look at him, and oh how handsome he looks in that moment... with his head leaned back, biting his lip, enjoying the sensations he gets from the tightness of Sian's hole. It makes Sian smile, but soon he is also biting his lips when the other picks up the pace of his thrusts, and with his eyes close he leans a bit closer to Minwoo, just enough to touch their noses together for a while. "Fuck," he whispers, and the hand that has been touching Minwoo's hair tugs on the long strands, pulling at the hair a little bit as a thoughtless reaction to all the pleasure he's feeling — so much he doesn't even notice the precum leaking from his own erection, right against Minwoo's abdomen. With every thurst, there is friction between their bodies and it keeps his cock stimulated despite not having much attention directed to it.

"You wanna hear me sing," he asks, with his mind blurry as he slowly sits up as the other has instructed him, and he supports his body on his hands, pressed against Minwoo's chest when he finally fixes his posture, and he stares at his lover with half-lidded eyes once again; he even squeezes the muscles of Minwoo's chest, rubbing his thumb just a little over his nipples. "I'll sing for you, my love." He says and his voice is often interrupted by his moans, but now that he is sitting up straight again he can truly feel the extent of what they're doing... He can feel it inside of him, touching a little spot that Sian has never even grazed before, and it makes the muscles in his abdomen tense again, defining the lines on his skin. 

In that position, unclothed and vulnerable, with skin turning red and pink not only from the bites and kisses that were given to him by Minwoo, but also from sheer embarrassment, Sian still finds a little bit of confidence and boldness deep inside of him — maybe it's the way the other stares at him that makes him feel that way, that gives him the power to ignore the shyness and allow himself to explore Minwoo's skin with his lips, his tongue. His fingers touch the other's hair slowly and tenderly, tangling the strands in between them while his short fingernails gently scratch the scalp underneath, contrasting with how his teeth sink into the soft skin of Minwoo's neck in an attempt to leave his own marks there. His signatures, signs that Yoo Sian has been there, against his body, with his skin pressed onto the other's, sharing warmth.

After he sits up and his lover starts touching his body again, Sian closes his eyes for a couple of seconds as a lustful smile forms on his strawberry red lips, parted and slightly swollen from all the kisses they've given each other. He breathes deeply, finally looking down at Minwoo with half-lidded eyes once again, and he brings one of his hands up to brush his own hair back and away from his face, unpolished and that is not something anyone else has ever seen from him. Only Minwoo, and no one else. Only his sweet Minu. He moans when he feels the touch on his nipples again, and when they kiss Sian is almost desperate for it, moving his tongue against Minwoo's and letting them explore each other in a passionate manner. He wraps his arms around Minwoo's neck, pressing himself even closer to his body and moaning again when he feels Minwoo's erection move against his ass.

Hearing the words that are spoken to him, all Sian can do is smile and hug his lover tighter, completely blinded by the emotions and sensations that he has discovered so far. "I want you to fuck me," he whispers right against the Minwoo's ear, and his voice sounds almost like a moan. "For you only, I am a pervert for you only." It's a confession of sorts, after all, he did whine about being called a pervert earlier; but right now, it does not matter anymore. He can't deny it, not when he's about to get fucked by the man lying under him, not when he's pretty much begging for the other to do him.

But when he finally feels it, just slightly sliding inside of him, Sian gasps and then lets out the loudest moan so far — a mixture of pleasure, pain, surprise. The fire Minwoo has ignited inside of him rises, it burns his insides and his skin reacts by turning even redder than before, and he breathes deeply as he tries to get used to the strange sensation.

Minwoo's cock can't be compared to the finger he used to prepare Sian earlier, it fills him up completely and he feels like he can barely move around the other. He can feel his skin stretch and then clench around the erection, but he does his best to breathe deeply again to help himself relax and make it easier for the both of them. He nuzzles Minwoo's neck, moaning and whimpering softly against his skin, against the hickeys he left on the smooth surface, and he can only mumble the answer to the question.

His voice gets louder as the pleasure starts to build, as he gets used to the finger inside of him, as he learns to enjoy the new sensations and vibrations going through his body. He starts to learn how to control his breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly in hopes that it'll make him relax more. And the only thing that can take him away from that moment of concentration in finding out what he should do while Minwoo fingers him, is the words spoken to him — despite playful and harmless, Sian still looks at the other with a tiny frown on his forehead, and a louder whine when his hand is taken away from his body and put onto the mattress again. "Minu," he whimpers, closing his eyes again when he can't feel the touch on his erection anymore. "I am—- I am not a pervert."

He says those words as if he needs to, as if Minwoo needs to hear him say that when in reality he doesn't; but still, Sian insists on defending himself. "But you also didn't tell me I couldn't touch myself," he responds after a few seconds, immediately being followed by slightly louder moans when he feels Minwoo fuck him faster, just to slow back down after a moment. Sian takes a deep breath, and sighs when he doesn't feel the other's finger inside of him anymore; they've barely done anything, and Sian pants like he has run a marathon.

A smile forms on his lips when Minwoo lays next to him, and the kisses he presses against his skin make Sian shiver again, as he carefully turns to lay on his side to give the other some kisses as well — on his cheek, then his jawline, then his neck, all that while Minwoo prepares himself for the next step. Then, he stares back at Minwoo with half-lidded eyes, and cheeks still red from everything Minwoo has done to him. He finds balance to sit up again on the hand that holds his wrist, and he rests his free one on Minwoo's chest as he moves to straddle his lap again.

"You didn't even give me the chance to suck you off," he says playfully, his cheeks getting redder when he feels Minwoo's cock against his butt. "I wanted to try it," his voice almost sounds like a whisper this time, and he leans in closer to the other to give him soft little kisses on his lips. "I wanted to make you feel pleasure too, love."

Love. Yes, that’s who Minu is.

Sian would be lying if he said he had never touched himself before, but the touch of his own hand could never be compared to the touch of someone else. It’s something he has never felt before, and even the imagination of what it’d feel like is so much different from the real thing: it feels even better than he had thought, than he had fantasized all this time. His heart beats fast with nervousness and anticipation, but even he’s expecting it to happen anytime soon, he still trembles a little when he feels lips around his erection like that.

It’s warm and it’s overwhelming, especially when he feels the hand delicately touching his balls, and all he can do at the moment is close his eyes and let his voice out as moans and whimpers, delightful little sounds that show just how much he’s enjoying everything Minwoo is doing to him. It is overwhelming, but he doesn’t want it to stop, he doesn’t want to interrupt the rhythm of what they have just started. He has never felt pleasure like that, and he doesn’t want it to end... But at the same time, he wants to make Minwoo feel that pleasure as well. He tries to pay attention to how the other man does what he’s doing, how his tongue feels and moves against his skin, and how his lips surround his cock like that — but he can’t, he can’t focus on those things when his muscles are all tensing and relaxing with every movement of Minwoo’s head. 

He squirms a little, a spontaneous movement caused by the electrifying sensations running through his body, and when he hears the sudden noise and doesn’t feel the warmth of Minwoo’s mouth on his skin anymore, Sian finally allows himself to actually take a deep breath in and relax his body completely. A sweet smile forms on his lips when he hears the words spoken to him, and he opens his eyes again to look at the other; he’s so handsome, so hot, and so gentle. “I taste good?” Sian asks with a breathy voice, quiet and still shy because of the exposure — of his body and his sensitivity. 

Attentive, he watches everything the other does, and if it were anyone else Sian is sure he’d be terrified right now. But it’s Minwoo... His sweet and precious Minwoo. At this point in time, after everything they’ve done together and all the time and effort they’ve put into this unlabeled relationship of theirs, Sian would let him do anything he wants with his body. But he’s still a bit tense, and it shows on the way his hands grab the bedsheet tightly, and how he starts breathing in a quick paced rhythm again. 

Another shiver runs down his spine when he feels the finger slowly touch his entrance, and a quiet moan escapes past his lips as he closes his eyes again — it’s strange at first, the coldness of the lube and the warmth of Minwoo’s touch again his skin, he isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel yet. The muscles of his abdomen tense again, making the soft and smooth lines and curves more evident, and they keep on moving as the finger continues to slides inside of him. His legs tremble again, not only because of the new type of pleasure he’s starting to feel but also because of the goosebumps caused by the movements made by Minwoo’s finger. 

“It—- it feels weird,” he whispers, taking a deep breath in between his words. “But it’s alright.”

His thoughts are clouded again, and one of his hands moves from the bedsheet to the hand that holds his erection, not because he wants to increase the friction but because he wants to make sure he won’t cum when they have barely started. He moans again, and again, and again... The more Minwoo’s finger moves inside of him, the more his voice comes out in the form of moans and whines, and for once Sian is not able to control it.