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You feel the stress of the day start to drain from your shoulders as the automatic lock sounds behind you. As you remove one shoe, you spot another pair; practically spotless, lined up neatly, and certainly not yours.

With a gasp, you hurriedly kick off your other shoe. You crane your neck around the wall and almost trip on the step into the apartment.

"Kyungsoo?!"

A startled, yet sleepy Kyungsoo lounges in the armchair by the window. He's already starting to smile, though his eyes are still adjusting to being woken up. You almost feel bad for waking him but then you remember that you haven't seen him in almost a month. Even though he's come back to Korea in between stops on their Asia tour, it's only for a few days at most and his schedule has been absolutely packed.

You immediately speed walk over to him and bend at the waist, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel the vibration of his chuckle against your skin. "I missed you, too," he mumbles into your shoulder as his arms come around your waist.

You melt into the hug, your knees coming down to the floor as you take in the all-too familiar scent of Kyungsoo. He releases the hold around you but keeps his hands on your waist. "I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you but as soon as I sat down...I fell asleep," he admits with a lopsided smile. You can still hear the sleep in his voice. It's heavy and slightly scratchy.

You grin back. "This is a surprise, silly."

"So...did you miss me?"

"Of course I did, you idiot."

Kyungsoo smiles wider at you, one hand coming up to brush your cheek. His fingers ghost over your jaw before pulling your face up just slightly. He keeps you there as he leans forward and kisses you. It's slow and soft but intentional. His lips fit effortlessly between yours and you exhale through your nose, already weak.

When you separate, you keep your foreheads together, soaking in the moment. Remembering that this is all happening. The sun is just setting outside, basking the room in a glow of amber. You can hear the very distant sound of the leaky bathroom faucet. You can still smell citrus in the air from this morning's orange for breakfast. Kyungsoo feels soft and warm as his other hand comes up from your waist. He cradles your face and your small smile widens. Both of you are breathing slow and calm. Finally reunited with the only other person who keeps you at bay and drives you crazy at the same time.

Reality feels hazy as all the synapses in your brain fire. You're with him for less than ten minutes and you're already a puddle of goo, how gross.

You turn your head just slightly and raise your face to kiss his cheek. Then his nose. Then his other cheek. Kyungsoo breathes a laugh. You linger near his lips. "I really missed you," you whisper.

You risk your heart rate and open your eyes to look at him. Kyungsoo is already staring back.

"Come here," he breathes. You feel his words ghost over your cheeks.

Slowly, you raise from you knees to stand in front of him. Kyungsoo moves to place his hands on the back of your thighs, urging you in between his legs. He sits up straight to look at you from below. You let your own hands settle on his shoulders. His white shirt is so soft, his hair lazily pushed back. His bare face putting all of his beauty marks on display. Kyungsoo's beauty is always so effortless. You run your fingers through his hair, giving him a small smile.

Kyungsoo glides his hands down to the backs of your knees and up again, stopping at your upper thighs. "Are you hungry yet?" he asks.

You know he's asking if you're up for it. You shake your head. "But I could use a shower..." you admit, trailing off. You did just get back from work, after all.

"You'll need that shower more after," Kyungsoo quips. Your mouth falls open at how direct he is. Kyungsoo's smile turns to a growing smirk. His grip on your thighs tightens ever so slightly as he pulls you in and ushers each of your legs to the outside of his on the chair. He's making you straddle him.

The motions are seamless, everything connected as your hands work in tandem to remind yourselves of every muscle, every bit of skin. Your lips find each other easily and you hold Kyungsoo by the jaw, making sure he knows just how much you missed him. His lips are undeniably soft. You softly bite down on his lower lip and he immediately opens up, his tongue coming out to meet yours.

Kyungsoo's hands move from under your thighs, his fingers spreading as he works his way up your hips and around to your lower back. It allows you to sit on his thighs more directly and you can feel warmth radiating off of him. You're already as close to him as possible but he holds you in place anyways. He's even trying to sit up more, to deepen your kiss, and you're giggling because of it. When you try to move away to laugh, Kyungsoo places his hand firmly on the back of your head and audibly whines. Now you're really laughing against his lips. "You're needy," you accuse.

He shushes you as he opts for your neck instead. His fingers tangle in your hair and pull your head back just slightly. It sends tingles down your spine. Your thighs tense involuntarily and you know Kyungsoo feels it. He smirks against your throat and slowly slides his tongue up. A quiet moan escapes you and your back arches. Kyungsoo pulls at your shirt with his other hand, exposing your collarbone as he begins to leave a mark. The first of many, you suspect. He sucks until he's satisfied with the mark and licks over it to soothe you.

When he moves to the other side, he bites down. You hum in approval and he bites harder. Kyungsoo leaves another mark under your collarbone, as far down as he can reach. While he likes marking you, he's usually mindful of where he's leaving them. Your hands begin to roam his chest, making their way down. Perhaps you're just as needy as he is.

You reach the end of his shirt and tug twice on the bottom of it. "You first," Kyungsoo teases. You pout but merely accept your fate when his hands begin pulling your shirt over your head. You help him the last bit, slightly leaning back. Kyungsoo takes each of your hands in his and intertwines your fingers as he takes his time soaking you in. You're grateful that you're actually wearing a matching set today. The simple black fabric of your bra hugs you, with a lace trimming that you know is Kyungsoo's favorite. Apparently it's your turn to smirk as Kyungsoo's tongue comes out to wet his lips. He leans forward to kiss in between your breasts and over them. He bites the lace trim of your bra and tugs it away from you skin.

Your hands still in his, he guides you to the bottom of his own shirt, which you waste no time in pulling off. Then he hugs you to him, humming at the feeling of your skin touching. He runs his hands down your back and dips his fingers into the back of your pants. The fabric is loose enough that Kyungsoo is able to continue his descent, fully groping you and pulling your hips to meet his. Some things just don't need to be said aloud.

You move your hips down, grinding onto him. Kyungsoo moans against your neck as you continue working him up. You can feel his arousal growing and it makes your cheeks flush. The building heat in your own core is impossible to ignore.

Kyungsoo's hands continue to help you move against him. Your eyes close in the moment but you can feel him staring at you, practically burning into your skin.

Eventually, Kyungsoo trails his hand up your spine, reaching your nape and threads his fingers in your hair. He gently urges your head down, your lips connecting and his tongue claiming yours with zero hesitation. You can feel his breathing has picked up, mirroring your own. Kyungsoo ghosts over your lips, wet from your kiss, and stops next to your ear.

"Will you ride me?" Your entire body reacts before you can even think, a shiver running down your spine and a shaky breath leaving you. He knows he doesn't have to ask. He also knows that you like hearing him talk dirty.

Wordlessly, you slip off the chair. You lean forward and dip a finger into Kyungsoo's waistband, lightly tugging it forward. With a small laugh, Kyungsoo unbuttons his pants and lets you help him out of them. You get on your knees to get them off his ankles and let your eyes wander up his body. Kyungsoo is staring intently at you, his eyes lidded with lust. You let your hands run from his ankles up to his knees, giving a light squeeze before continuing up his thighs as you lean slightly forward. Kyungsoo's eyes flicker down to your chest, just for a moment. You resist the urge to tease him. Instead, your fingers pause at the edge of his briefs.

"Do you want me?" you whisper.

He nods, bringing his hand to your jaw and pushing his thumb against your lips. "Open up."

You comply, feeling the pad of his thumb glide over your tongue. You close your lips around his digit and suck, watching as Kyungsoo's lips part. He's still staring you down.

You slide your lips up his thumb and make your way back down. You swear you see his member twitch. His briefs outline him perfectly and you're already imagining his length replacing his digit. The next time you come up, you let go of his thumb with a soft pop. He brushes over your lips once more and slowly guides your jaw down. You know what he wants...but you still want him to admit it.

You give him a questioning hum and the slight tint to his cheeks is undeniable. "Babe..."

"What?"

Kyungsoo pouts ever so slightly, lowering himself even more on the chair, offering his clothed member to you. "Please..."

You think about teasing him some more but Kyungsoo speaks before you can. "You were just doing it to my thumb," he jokes. You smile at one another before you move his hands from your jaw to you cheek.

You lean all the way forward, your fingers finally reaching under his briefs. His thighs are so warm. You kiss up his member through the fabric. He's leaking already, a wet spot forming on his briefs. You remove your fingers and reach for the band as you let your teeth graze over his length. He sighs and when you look up, Kyungsoo is letting his head fall to the rail of the chair. When you begin to tug the band down, Kyungsoo lifts his hips and you gently bring the fabric over his member and down his legs. He's fully hard and you steal a glance at his face, flushed pink with a slight sheen just starting to form along his forehead. His thumb strokes you cheek gently as his eyes flutter open.

You break the eye contact, suddenly shy, and reach out to wrap your fingers around his length. As you pump once, twice, Kyungsoo lets a trapped, low groan leave him, lips pressed together. You always love hearing him but a little groan just won't do.

When you lean forward, holding him in one hand and licking his entire length up, you're rewarded with an open-mouthed moan. You swirl your tongue around his tip and dig into his slit. You feel Kyungsoo's thigh constrict under your hand and smirk at how sensitive he is. You lick him down and back up once more before wrapping your lips around his tip entirely. You suck just there, barely moving down. Kyungsoo lets out a shaky breath and his hand moves to the back of your head instead. He's resisting the urge to force you down.

Slowly, ever so teasingly, you take more of his length in. You make sure your tongue is completely flat, feeling every part of him. As you come back up, you feel Kyungsoo's other hand also come up to hold your head. You flutter your eyes open in curiosity. You're surprised to find Kyungsoo's head resting on the chair, his lips parted. But his eyes are closed, he's not staring at you. He really must be tired. You resist the urge to smile, heart warm at the thought that he's really letting himself just enjoy this and speed your pace up. You take more of him in with each pass, relishing each time he moans for you.

You feel his member twitch against your tongue and his hands move to your face, lifting you off of him. Kyungsoo says your name softly. You make eye contact and he's bringing your face to his as he sits up. You come up from your knees as he tastes himself on your lips.

Kyungsoo undoes your button with ease and you help him remove your pants. When you go to take off your panties, his hands stop you. "Leave them on," he instructs. You give him a shy smile as his hands roam your ass, appreciating the lace trim and how cheeky this pair of underwear really is. He squeezes you in both of his hands and brings you forward with a soft tap.

You go to straddle him again, the warmth of his member seeping into your panties. You're so aroused, it's like you're not even wearing them. Kyungsoo immediately reacts to the presence of you, grabbing your hips. You glide over him, adding pressure each time.

Kyungsoo has always imagined this. Secretly, and not so innocently. When the two of you first went furniture shopping for your new apartment three months ago, Kyungsoo was insistent on this arm chair. The fabric wasn't too rough, the color wouldn't stain too easily, it could handle the weight... He could practically feel your thighs lined up next to his, snug but still comfortable. He had pictured pulling you onto himself, his hands running up your thighs. He had wanted you. From the moment he saw the armchair, he knew he wanted you in all the dirtiest ways he could imagine. Vulnerable and panting and looking oh-so spent in that chair.

He tightens his grip on your hips and thrusts up. Then one hand pulls your panties to the side, his thumb immediately rubbing over your clit. You both moan simultaneously. "Fuck," Kyungsoo breathes. You shudder at the combination of his voice and the pad of his thumb, stimulating you. Kyungsoo slides two digits over you, collecting your arousal on him. He moans again. You're practically melting in his hands.

He teases your entrance with the tips of his fingers and you grind onto him with a soft whine. He pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. Every centimeter feels like so much more. You drape your arms around Kyungsoo's neck and lay your head on top of your arm. You're panting against his neck as his other hand continues to knead your ass. He's pumping you slow, so you feel everything he has to give you. When you start to rock on his fingers, Kyungsoo holds you in place with his other hand. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Yes," you plead without hesitation.

Kyungsoo removes his fingers and you gasp at the sudden emptiness. You lift your hips slightly and come down to grind over him. The both of you watch as you get impossibly wetter, his member slick with your arousal.

You sit back on his thighs as Kyungsoo pumps himself a few times. He's staring into your eyes as you lift yourself on your knees, move your panties aside once more, and take his length in your own hands. You sink down on him slowly. Kyungsoo's eyebrows furrow as he lets out a moan, low and raspy. You curse, reminded of how well he fills you.

You move on him, arms naturally finding purchase on his shoulders as Kyungsoo's hands roam. He slides them up and down your back, whispering how good you feel. You feel every part of him when you ride him this slow and it's almost unbearable. As you pick up the pace, Kyungsoo stutters on his words and his forehead goes into your shoulder. You feel the heat of his breath, the perspiration along your back begin to form, and the bundle of nerves within you all at once. Kyungsoo floats his hands to your forearms resting on his shoulders and gingerly brings them behind you. You catch his eyes and they've gone dark with lust. A moan unconsciously leaves you when his grip tightens. You shift your weight back to accommodate the new position and it allows you to take him all the way to the base of his length. The two of you collectively moan at the sensation. Kyungsoo holds you in position as you ride him faster. You feel yourself unraveling. Eventually, you slow as your thighs lose momentum. Kyungsoo releases his hold on you. He tilts his head up, framing your lips with his own in a heated kiss.

With two gentle taps of his hand on your hip, you knew he wanted you to move. "My turn, baby." He places his palms under you, helping you off of him as he gets up with you. His lips find yours, kissing you softly as he brings you around him. He moves to kiss your shoulder, the warmth of his hands radiating into your hips. He gently turns you, distracting you with yet another mark as he hooks one finger in your underwear and pulls down. They fall around your ankles with ease and you step out of them. Kyungsoo moves you onto your knees on the chair. He leaves a trail of kisses up your shoulder to the shell of your ear.

"Bend over for me, baby."

It was as if Kyungsoo was running through a checklist that had been growing for far too long. Having you on your knees in front of him while he rested his head on the back of the chair...check. Your ass exposed while you were practically dripping for him all over the seat...check. Your knuckles white from your grip on the rail...check. He groans out loud before running his hands up and down your spine one more time.

"You look so good like this...so wet for me."

He keeps his left hand over your ass while his right ghosts down over you skin. Two digits gently rub over you, causing you to shiver. You hear Kyungsoo sigh shakily behind you before he gently inserts a finger. You immediately crave more, resisting the urge to sit back onto him. Did he really think his one finger compared to his entire length? He pumps you slowly but you're quite past the point of wanting to be teased.

"Kyungsoo.." you whisper. You sense him take a step forward. He leans down and completely removes his finger. He hums a questioning tone in your ear. You back up until you hit his hips and you can feel his length behind you. When you try to rub up against him, he pulls away again. You whine out loud until Kyungsoo pushes you further into the chair with his hand on your ass. He bends down and leave a sloppy kiss on your other ass cheek. When he's done, he brings his hand down with a soft slap. You jolt in surprise. Kyungsoo's not usually one for that.

You're blushing absolutely everywhere. While things always felt good in this position, you struggle with being on such full display. Kyungsoo can quite literally see everything and you can't see so much as his hands.

"Tell me what you want."

You feel like your thighs are shaking and embarrassment is creeping in the longer you're silent. "Please..I want you so badly."

It's enough for Kyungsoo. He rubs himself against your heat, collecting your wetness. He doesn't waste time in lining up and pushing past your walls after that. Your head falls against your arm as you moan, drawn out and needy. His hands hold you in place as he picks up his speed. You feel Kyungsoo place his knee next to yours on the chair, deepening his thrusts. He's going so hard, your body is thrust forward each time.

You're beginning to come undone faster than you realize. As you tighten around him, Kyungsoo groans and feels up your back with one hand. He comes around to the front of your neck and gently urges your body up. You're brought against his chest as his grip on your neck tightens slightly. You cry out when his other hand sneaks to the front of you and he starts to rub your clit. It pushes you over the edge as you let out a choked moan and you release all over him. He moans into your ear. Kyungsoo continues to rub you, thrusting slower to help you ride out your end. You're shaking against Kyungsoo's chest but he doesn't let go of your neck.

You reach up and place your hand over his, forcing him to tighten his grip. Kyungsoo falters in his thrusts. He leans down slightly to bite down on your shoulder. You leave his hand at your neck and reach behind you to tug on his hair. He's groaning into your ear and neck as he repositions his hands at your hips, instead. You fall forward onto the chair again. Sensing his desperation, you push yourself back to meet his thrusts. They grow more shallow and less consistent as Kyungsoo curses under his breath. He tells you he's close as he pulls out of you and pumps himself quickly. You feel his release along your back and you arch even more, trying to keep it from getting all over the chair.

Kyungsoo re-evaluates. Cum all over you as you arch your back on the seat....check.

Kyungsoo comes down from his high and trails his fingers along your side as he admires the curves in your body, the feel of your skin. "Sorry," he whispers breathlessly. He immediately reaches for the tissues on the coffee table to help you clean up. It's not like you can move much in this position. Kyungsoo wipes up after himself and you gingerly turn over to sit on the arm of the chair. You pat the seat next to you.

Chuckling, Kyungsoo sits and brings your legs into his lap. "You know," you start, "This is a really nice chair."

Kyungsoo laughs out loud and you look at him, puzzled.

"What! I mean it!"

"Come on," Kyungsoo says between laughs. "Time for that shower."

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