LUDUS

thirteen

as i try to plan out another plot ya can have smut

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"okay, but if we get an axolotl, we won't have to worry about being too ugly ourselves."

hwitaek eyebrows furrowed. hyojong's heat pressed against him feels nice, he wants to continue sleeping, not argue in the morning light.

"because we as pesky humans need to understand that beauty standards are simply to control our minds and product consumption!" the blond continued.

"hyojong, we cannot—" the bed shifted, hwitaek felt hyojong squirm.

"an axolotl is cute in it's own special way—"

"they eat earthworms! i don't want that anywhere near me!"

hyojong snapped his fingers, as if his boyfriend had proved his point. "but you love worms."

hwitaek caught onto the innuendo within seconds and snorted. "you're gross."

the quiet of the morning engulfed them, and hwitaek closed his eyes, jumping at the opportunity to sleep.

"...can we have sex now?" hyojong asked weakly.

hwitaek, grumpy and drowsy, sat up to grab a pillow and smother the blond. hyojong struggling as hwitaek sternly pressed the pillow into his face.

"can your dick even rest?" hwitaek exclaimed, throwing the pillow away after a few seconds to reveal a disheveled hyojong.

the blond gasped for breath, cheeks red and hot, naked torso tensing. so attractive as the white sunlight made his skin glow.

the elder gulped, realizing that he had sat on top of his boyfriend during the process of trying to kill him. every curve of muscle skipping beneath him turning him lightheaded. hwitaek hated men, he hated them.

before he could even realize; hyojong was attacking him with a kiss, wet and messy as he quickly devoured the elder. the blond whiny and noisy as he licked into hwitaek's mouth, hands digging into the man's hair, breath hot and erratic. as hwitaek sat on top of him, he felt himself bouncing, the bed squeaking, mattress dipping— and an obviously hard dick pressed against his ass.

he had probably been hard since they woke up, hwitaek wanted to roll his eyes at the thought.

hyojong was practically humping him in eagerness, desperate for friction through his boxers. tongue still persistent for contact, all of his body desperate. and hwitaek tried his best to indulge in all of it; the blond was just so much. so intense and unapologetic, hwitaek assumed that he didn't really have much experience. as hyojong seemed to already be close from a mere dry humping, whimpers filling the air as he tried to kiss the elder.

"hyojong," hwitaek tusked in between kisses, holding himself back from seeking friction himself. if he lost control it would all end too soon. "you're just going to use me like this?"

"hui," hyojong hiccuped, hands gripping the elder's hips. shamelessly grinding on hwitaek's ass.

"you're so eager for me. going to come in your boxers because of a simple dry humping?"