Follow Your Heart

Mother nature made us to intertwine

Minhyuk was pretty ready to be consumed, really, and he was planning to have plenty of time for beautiful long drawn out sex, but right now he wanted Kyung now. So he moved under that heavy gaze, slowly undid the button of his jeans himself. He could hear Kyung's breath catch as he opened his jeans, as his boxers came into view, his cock already pressing against them.

Kyung he slid down Minhyuk's legs, down the bed until he was on his knees on the floor, and now it was Minhyuk's turn to catch his breath as Kyung eased his jeans down his legs, slowly, like a taunt, his long fingers spreading heat as they ran down Minhyuk's calves until his jeans were in a pool at his feet.

Kyung settled back on his heels to look at him, that dark intense gaze again, just taking him in. Minhyuk wasn't sure whether to preen or to explode from that look.

"Now you," he echoed, and Kyung's grin was quick and didn't take away from the intensity of his gaze at all. He stood, and stripped off tracks and boxers in one quick motion until he was bare before Minhyuk. He was so fucking beautiful, was all Minhyuk could think, looking. All of him, wiry thighs and slim hips and broad shoulders.

Kyung smiled softly before sinking to his knees again, his hands on Minhyuk's thick thighs. They looked good there, Minhyuk decided, their skin contrasting -"Fuck" he hissed down, as Kyung's mouth ghosted over his cock through his boxers.

"Yeah?" Kyung lifted his head, briefly.

"Yeah," Minhyuk agreed, and Kyung smiled, almost softly, before he was easing down Minhyuk's boxers as well. Minhyuk hissed again as the cool air hit his cock, as he felt Kyung looking at him.

Kyung cut him off just as he opened his mouth to make a sassy comment by wrapping his lips around him without warning, and Minhyuk did curse this time, his hips pushing into Kyung's hands as Kyung took him deeper. His tongue swirled over Minhyuk and fucking hell-

"Kyung, please, come on-"

"Like it when you beg," Kyung mused, pulling off of him. Minhyuk made a face at him, but Kyung just grinned, and licked up Minhyuk's shaft again. "What, do you not like this?"

"Want you to fuck me," Minhyuk retorted, and watched Kyung still at that.

When he looked up, something had changed in Kyung's face. The teasing was gone, to be replaced by something almost controlled. "Already? You sure?"

"Do you not want to?" He was pretty sure Kyung did, had pretty physical proof of that, but what if-he didn't know-

"Obviously, but-for you, I haven't taken you out on an official date yet-"

It was Minhyuk's turn to tease now, and he pulled Kyung back up to kiss him messily. "You can give me romance some other time," he told him, sliding his hand between them to palm at Kyung's cock "Right now I want you to fuck me."

"Bossy." But Kyung spread himself over Minhyuk, reaching for the lube and condom near the bed table.

Minhyuk ran his hands over Kyung's beautiful smooth skin, running his nails lightly over his back, making Kyung flex his back.

Then Kyung was back, dropping a condom next to him as he nudged Minhyuk's legs apart so he could fit between them. Minhyuk watched the as Kyung spread lube on his long fingers-then got distracted as Kyung kissed him again, biting at his full lips until he opened his mouth and Kyung's tongue could slip inside as he pushed a finger into him.

Minhyuk moaned into Kyung's mouth, then moaned again as Kyung's other hand circled at his nipple. He flailed for a second, then his hands were back on Kyung's shoulders, in Kyung's black thick hair, keeping him down as he slid his finger slowly in and out of Minhyuk.

So after Kyung pulled his third finger out of Minhyuk, after he broke the kiss to rip open the condom packet and roll it on, after he had drawn Minhyuk's legs up to wrap around his waist and had pushed in so, excruciatingly slowly.

Minhyuk let out a loud moan he felt so fucking good, because Kyung was deep in him and he thought he might die of the feel of it.

Minhyuk circled his hips slowly. He was good. "I'm good, c'mon." To punctuate, he tightened his legs, drew Kyung closer, in more. He wanted to burst, wanted them as close together as they could be, wanted to see if they could just blend into one, if Kyung could burn himself into Minhyuk completely.

Then Kyung drew out and fucked back in, hard and fast, and there it was, the feeling of Kyung losing himself in Minhyuk, of them losing themselves in each other, Minhyuk drowning in Kyung, Kyung burying himself in Minhyuk's skin like he'd never leave.

It was almost too much, Minhyuk mumbling things about "so good" and "Yes" and just "Kyung Kyung" and Kyung'd never needed to hear his name more, so Kyung wrapped his fingers around Minhyuk's dick with his other hand which wasn't holding Minhyuk's waist.

Minhyuk keened with the feel of Kyung's fingers on him, with the sight of his name right there, "Fucking hell, come on, babe, you're so close, want to make you come, come on Minhyuk-"

"Yeah, want you too Kyung-" Minhyuk was close, so close he could feel his toes curling around Kyung, could feel it rising in him like a flood, like all of Kyung's energy was flooding into his muscles and pulling them tight, and Kyung's gaze was burning down into Minhyuk and Minhyuk came on a strangled "Kyung."

Kyung kept his hand moving, coaxing Minhyuk through it, his thrusts slowing as Minhyuk rode out the aftershocks. When Minhyuk could think again, Kyung was still above him, his muscles quivering, his lip clenched between his teeth like it was the only thing holding him here.

Minhyuk smiled at him, because he couldn't not, and pulled him back into a kiss that had Kyung's thrusts starting again, and he must have been close because he fucked into Minhyuk once, twice more before he was coming too, on a drawn out moan, his hand clenching onto Minhyuk's hip as Minhyuk held his shoulders and kissed him through it.

A few moments pass before Kyung carefully pulls out and gets up to dispose of the condom. Minhyuk waits for a few seconds with his eyes closed, before the bed dips with Kyung's weight as he gathers Minhyuk to his chest and plants a wet kiss on his forehead. Minhyuk sighs contentedly, snuggling up to Kyung and laying his small hand right above his boyfriend's sternum, feeling his heartbeat slow down under his palm.

Kyung interwines their hands and they watch in awe as the red string starts to slide into each other's fingers, getting tangled and binding their hand together.

"Wow. Didn't knew it would work like this." Kyung mutters in fascination.

"Can we go to the nearby Cafe in the morning, I'm craving waffles." Minhyuk mutters as he tightens his hold on Kyung's hand.

Kyung let's out a chuckle, "It'a a date then." He can feel Kyung's long fingers starting to thread through his hair, the touch soothing and familiar.

"Sleep, Minnie," Kyung murmurs, arranging them until they're both on their sides, facing each other, Minhyuk's forehead hidden in the crook of Kyung's neck.

It makes Minhyuk smile and curl up closer to him.