jongsang | scent

12

a couple of years later...

tw: a little bit of smut :)

yeosang pursed his lips as he looked at the burnt food in front of him. he felt jongho laughing behind his back so he snapped his head around and glared at him,

"don't you dare laugh at your husband!"

"how can i when he's so effortlessly funny?" jongho laughed out loud and picked yeosang up.

"yeah, so listen to your funny husband and stop laughing!"

"i'll make the pancakes for you. you're so bad at cooking.."

"whatever. i'm still good at cooking, i just hate making pancakes" yeosang kissed jongho and hopped off, putting the apron on his husband. "i can't believe you hate making pancakes, it's the simplest thing in the world" jongho chortled. yeosang stood beside the younger and watched as he flipped the pancakes with ease. he scoffed and jongho gave a proud smirk.

"fine, you're good. happy?" yeosang mumbled, rolling his eyes as jongho takes the apron off of himself. "yes, pretty much, i can say. i finished making breakfast. do i get a reward?" jongho swiped a thumb over yeosang's chin where the pancake batter splattered and kissed that part.

"..i don't know.. what do you want?"

"maybe.. you..wanna.. give me a blowjob?" jongho whispered. the hair on yeosang's ends stood up, heart racing at the suggestion. "a-are you sure..?" yeosang blushed profusely. jongho leaned in to his ear and nibbled at it. "what's the matter?"

"just for making pancakes?! you're really serious?! there are other options, yknow..."

"mhm"

"..you know what, when?"

"hm?"

".. when do you want it, after breakfast? tomorrow?-"

"fuck it, i want you right now" jongho chuckled and swept him up off his feet and onto his shoulder. yeosang yelped and smacked his back.

"h-hey! put me down! the pancakes!-"

"forget about that. i can always make more for you, princess" jongho told him, locking the bedroom door behind him then pinning the man down on the bed. "you're a-a.. demon!" a nervous, blushing yeosang could be seen looking away from jongho's dark eyes, arms pinned above him. "come on, look at me" jongho turned his head gently and smiled. they exchanged short but sweet kisses with their tongues. jongho slipped a hand under yeosang's white shirt and smirked through his lips

"fuck!" yeosang whined

"what? sensitive?"

"n-no!" yeosang defended himself. but it just made jongho bolder, kissing his stomach gently as his eyes watched his lover squirm in his control.

"don't- ah" yeosang moaned the minute jongho's hand travels up to his erect nipple, pinching it lightly so to not hurt him. "yeosangggg" jongho goes back up and kisses him affectionately, other hand still playing with his nipple.

"m-mh, jongho, i.." yeosang breathed

"yeah?"

"y-you-! hh-ah.." yeosang sighed, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "what did you want to say, princess?" jongho whispered, the hand that was on his nipple slowly trailing down to yeosang's shorts. "you're- s-so good" yeosang moaned deliriously when jongho put a palm over his clothed, half-hard cock.

"yeah? you like that?" jongho watched as yeosang's hips jerked under him, eager for his touch as he thrusted in his palm. jongho slipped off yeosang's shirt and he tried to hide himself.