#akssol

The house was quiet, the kind of calm that settles in after a long day. Your fingers worked tirelessly on your laptop, determined to complete your report before dinner. You stretch with a sigh, kicking off your slippers at the same time; daydreaming about your hot shower — a reward for all your hard work for the day.

You didn't bother turning on the lights and let the soft glow of the hallway lamp light your path as you padded towards the bathroom. What you didn't know was that another pair of footsteps had entered through the front door, quiet and careful. After months on tour, Chan had finally made it back home, his heart pounding with excitement at the thought of surprising you.

He tried to be as quiet as possible, slowly shutting the door behind him as he took in the state of our home. Still clean with a faint smell of warm vanilla, cinnamon, and something that just felt like you.

He grinned, setting down his bag quietly so you wouldn't hear, but froze when he caught the faint sound of the shower head turning on. His shoulders slump in defeat. You were in the shower, he wasn't gonna surprise you like that, what if you had slipped and fallen in shock?

"Chan?" His eyes snap back up, meeting yours where you stand, just outside the bathroom door, with only a towel covering your nude body. "What are you doing, you creep?" You squint at his hunched position where he bent down to set down his bag, getting lost in thought before he could fix himself up.

That seemed to knock some sense into him as he stands up straight, waddling towards you, pouting. "I came to surprise you..!" You watched as the hallway lamp finally gave you a clear view of his face. Something seemed to click in his brain when he stops in his tracks just before reaching you. "Wait, why aren't you surprised?" He whines further. You huff in response as you turn on your heel to grab your socks, the task you were going to complete before you caught him.

"Yes, Chan, wow, I'm so surprised you came home on the day you marked on our calendar named, 'My return'." You playfully roll your eyes at him when he sighs in annoyance, "That cursed calendar..." he murmurs, following you to your shared room, stopping and leaning against the doorway as you search for your socks.

Just when you thought the whining was over, you pick up your socks from your drawer and turn around to find him pouting again. "Did you even miss me?" he mumbles, running his hand along the door frame dramatically.

You laugh softly at his silliness and his eyes light up as you make your way to cup his face gently, giving him a much-needed welcome home kiss. He grins into the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist. You break away slowly, still determined to take your shower, his lips chasing yours for a second until you gently push him back

"I need a shower, baby." You give him a quick peck on the tip of his nose, sliding past him to leave the room, but grabbing his arm, turning around, tugging him, and mumbling a small "Together?". His shoulders fall in relief, almost as if he were expectantly waiting for you to ask. He grins widely, running into the bedroom to quickly grab boxers and a t-shirt and following you to the bathroom where the water is already running.

You tug him into the bathroom with playful urgency, shutting the door with your back. You catch the way his breath hitches nervously at the sound of the door clicking shut. His pupils are dilated, drinking in every moment as you lean back against the door, the cool wood against your shoulders making you arch slightly away from it.

You step forward, running your hand along his chest, looking at him in the eyes, "It's been away too long...I missed you so much," you murmur, watching the color flood to his cheeks, his gaze growing stronger with want. Suddenly, the bathroom feels smaller, charged with 6 months' worth of tension.

"Have you been working hard?" you ask softly, releasing your towel, letting it fall, revealing your bare skin in one swift movement. He swallows hard, trying to maintain composure but failing adorably.

"I..I tried," he manages, voice crackling slightly at the sight of you. His hands twitch at his sides, clearly wanting to touch but waiting for permission. You smile softly at his state; all this time away from you had made him shy.

"I want you on your knees for me, okay?" You ask, stepping past him to finally step into the shower. "I miss that pretty mouth of yours," you whisper with a smile, knowing how riled up he's getting. You glance back to confirm your suspicions and see him taking off his hoodie and t-shirt with urgency, fumbling with his pants zipper in the process.

You feel what used to be hot water turn to warm, seemingly from how long you had it running. You sigh, feeling more relaxed after working so hard all day, finally getting a break with not just a warm shower, but with chan. His needy whispers break you out of thought.

"I missed this," he breathes, stepping into the shower with you after finally kicking his pants off. His gaze takes in your nude form, his eyes longing with want. The steam starts to curl around both of you as he sinks to his knees as directed.

The warm water cascades over our bodies as you thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him exactly where you want. His hands settle on your thighs, steadier than they used to be, more sure of their purpose. You let your head fall back against the tiles, one hand still tangled in his hair while the other braces against the wall.

You moan softly as he starts to move his tongue with newfound confidence that makes your knees weak. You tangle your other hand in his hair, gasping when he angles his tongue in a certain way, feeling the result of him being away for so long, you're more sensitive than ever. The revelation only adds to the heat building low in your stomach as he works to pull more reactions out of you.

"That's it, baby," you encourage breathlessly. Your hips roll teasingly against his hot mouth, and you gradually let your thighs close tighter around him, making him work harder for each taste. The whimper that vibrates against my core tells you he's enjoying the challenge.

"Need more...baby please," He whispers into you, his hands gripping your thighs tighter to hold you in place. His hunger is intoxicating - every time you shift away slightly, he follows with increased intensity like there's no tomorrow. The steam fills the bathroom with a heavy heat that matches the building pressure between your legs.

"So good for me, baby," you breathe, tilting your head back to let the warm water travel down your body. Your fingers tighten in his hair as his tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot, making your breath catch. The water runs in rivulets down your body as you rock against his mouth more eagerly, feeling your release building higher and higher.

His enthusiasm is rewarded with soft moans of encouragement, your thighs trembling around his head as he works you closer to the edge. The steam had completely fogged the mirror now, and the shower's spray barely masked the desperate sounds filling the bathroom. You can feel him smile against you, proud of the reactions he's drawing out.

You tangle your fingers more firmly in his hair, taking control of his movements as you grind against his eager mouth. "So good.." you moan "so, so good for me chan. I miss this mouth," you whine, your voice breaking on the praise as he responds with renewed enthusiasm. The water continues to surround us both, but you barely notice it anymore, too focused on the building pressure and the way he moans against you when you tug his hair.

His hands grip your thighs tighter, helping support your increasingly shaky legs as you guide his movements exactly where you need them. The bathroom is filled with steam, desperate sounds, and praises that the shower spray can't quite mask. You can feel how close you are, and so can he, as your body trembles on the edge.

Your grip on his hair tightens as the pressure finally breaks, waves of pleasure crashing through all the lonely nights you spent alone. "fuck, Chan.." You gasp, thighs trembling around his head as he works you through it. The water continues streaming down your sensitive skin as your hips buck against his mouth, your other hand moving to brace against the wall to keep yourself upright. As the pleasure crests, Chan eagerly takes everything, swallowing with a satisfied hum that vibrates against your oversensitive skin.

Chans hands steady you as your legs shake, his tongue moving softly but not stopping completely as you come down from the high. The steam swirls around us, matching my heavy breathing as you slowly loosen your grip on his hair, running your fingers through it appreciatively instead.

Your legs tremble as you cup his cheeks, pulling him up and drawing him into a deep kiss that lets you taste yourself on his tongue. "Thank you, baby," you whisper against his lips, reaching slowly behind him to turn off the water. The sudden loss of water crashing against our skin makes our heavy breathing more noticeable as droplets run down our bodies.

"Dinner?" he asks softly, still not pulling away from your lips as he keeps his hands steady on your waist. You fondly smile at him, pulling away to step out of the shower, chan instinctively reaching out to hold you up, but you're already stepping out, grabbing a towel to toss to him.

"Okay, but we are ordering in."

"Well, obviously-" he responds, but you cut him off swiftly.

"-and you're paying. He pretends to be upset, as if he doesn't already fund all your meals.