[M] Birthday Therapy (1/1)

Kyung starts to wake up when he feels the bed dip and Jiho slides in behind him, arm pushing over and around his torso. They snuggle, wiggling their bodies together to appreciate how comfortable they are, before settling down and happily sighing almost simultaneously. Kyung isn’t fully awake until Jiho pulls himself even closer and murmurs lowly in his ear.“Happy birthday, lover”Kyung groans a little and buries his face in his hands; he doesn’t particularly like his birthday. Stilling, he sighs, and his hands move by their own accord, reaching up over his head to stretch out all the tightness in his back from sleeping. He turns over in Jiho’s arms and settles again, incredibly comfortable but unable to fix his boyfriend’s eyes with anything but a glaring stare.“Thank you. Now, what are you doing in my bed? Gonna get us in trouble as my birthday gift?”“You are so testy this morning! No, everyone else is gone, and…I figured our first year together would be a good time to give you something really special and convince you to love your birthday.”Cue an aggravated sigh from Kyung.“I mean, I love your birthday so it’s only fair you should too, right?” the smile doesn't fade from Zico’s face even when he sees that the birthday boy clearly isn't appreciative of his efforts, arms crossed between them and mouth fixed firmly in a frown.“Jiho. It’s not magically gonna change now that everything has settled. I wish you would just treat it like any other day, like I asked you to.” Jiho sighs and sets his lips in a thin line; there’s no way he can do that.“Please, just forget how it used to be? You can’t hate your birthday for the rest of your life because-““Yes, I can, and it won’t be hard. We’ve talked about this before. Now, what is it you wanted to give me or whatever?” this isn’t the exact reaction he had expected from Kyung, but he’s been around the other long enough to know how to manipulate the situation.Kyung doesn’t have a problem with his birthday, per se, but he hates that people pretend it's a big deal. When he was a kid, everything was normal and he would have a little party, inhale a cake and rip into gifts, with a few friends and classmates. But when he left for New Zealand, he left his family and anyone who would be excited about his birth and subsequent existence back in Korea. Homesick loneliness consumed him on his birthdays; reminding him how alone he was as he wandered around campus knowing no one knew or would say anything, ate a slice of cake at a local cafe by himself, and celebrated only by going to bed early and saving studying for the next day. The most acknowledgement he got each year was a phonecall from Zico (a text when he was really busy) and a text from his mom (when she had the time). He felt ancient even though he had barely even started life.It didn’t get any better when he came back to Korea and he found his best friend accepted into a band that he somehow, inexplicably got rejected from, even though they had the exact same qualifications and talent AND a spot had been promised to him. That was the first year he hadn’t been able to pick up the phone when Jiho called – just watched it ring and thought about everything until sleep overtook him again, bitterness rolling in his guts.That had been just two years ago. Since then, he had achieved everything he had wished for, lying in his dorm bed late at night in New Zealand; he's surrounded by awesome and friendly bandmates, he started a relationship with his life long best friend, and their band together has dedicated, loving fans all over the world and a discography they can be proud of.For Kyung, thinking about how everything had changed was really surprising and overwhelming and fantastic, but there would always be one thing that stayed the same; his birthday. Last year, mom and dad were away on business and half the band hadn't even known when his birthday was, much less been able to pause promotions to celebrate it. This year, his parents were on a cruise and everyone else was "gone". Jiho, as always, was the only person trying to celebrate his existence. He doesn't know if it makes him feel better or worse.Despite his misgivings, Kyung is curious to see what Jiho will try to cheer him up with this year. Jiho was actually pretty good at making him feel better and seemed to be the only person that could make him smile genuinely on days like this. He wonders why it took them so long to realize they should be together in more than a best friend sort of way.The silence stretches lazily between them, Jiho smiling slightly and studying Kyung’s face, Kyung staring back in turn and waiting. He's about to speak, before the other boy cups his face and kisses him, slowly and sweetly, exploring his mouth and enjoying his taste. He's not sure if this is the gift or not, but either way he finds it hard to think of a reason to push Jiho away, and his arm curls around the other’s side, pulling him closer and kissing him more deeply.They stay like this for a moment, appreciating each other and the empty dorm, popping lips and small sighs echoing in the relative silence. Jiho’s hand drifts to Kyung’s collarbone, easing him onto his back before following, straddling his hips as he tugs the other boy’s shirt off, revealing the milky skin underneath. He loves Kyung’s body and it shows in the way he teases each part; licking a wide stripe on his throat, lightly nibbling a trail of pink marks down his chest, fingers pressed in anticipation at the waistband of his boxers, thumb stroking absently over his bellybutton.It’s not long before he has Kyung insistently whining and pushing at him, trying to get his mouth to move lower and lower. Zico smirks against his hip as he pulls the boxers down, the older male groaning aloud as his erection is freed and Jiho quickly takes it in his hand, stroking lightly as he trails from hip to base with his mouth.Kyung’s fingers are tangled in the younger’s mohawk, tightening harshly as he gasps from the contact of mouth against penis, Jiho’s lips leaving small kisses up and down the shaft before dragging his tongue along the bottom and pulling away a little, eyes trained on the slick flesh in his hand.“God, Kyung, did I ever tell you how amazing your cock is?” Kyung tries to respond but Jiho wraps his lips around the head of his dick and sucks, forcing whatever answer he could’ve given into a long moan. His lips slide over the hot flesh, tongue pressing over a prominent vein on the side as he takes as much as he can before pulling away and repeating.Kyung is just settling into the idea of a birthday blowjob – relaxing against his pillow and letting his back arch – when he feels Jiho pull away and can only wonder what would be coming next. He opens his eyes again, watching as Jiho tries to take his bottoms off in the confined space, hitting his head on the bunk above them more than once, but his determination never fails (even when Kyung can't help but laugh at his struggles) and eventually the pants are gone.The look they share when they’re both naked makes everything worth it, and Kyung’s cock twitches against his stomach from arousal at the sight. He leans up from the mattress, winding his arms around Jiho’s shoulders and kissing him even as he gets pushed back against the bed and Jiho climbs on top of him, sitting on his hipbones. Their chests are pressed together, Jiho's elbows resting against Kyung's shoulders, threading his fingers in his hair and enjoying the simplicity of being together like this without anyone to interrupt them.Kyung doesn’t know what Jiho’s plan is, but he’s getting a few hints from the way he’s acting. Maybe he-?“Kyunggie, you know that special thing I wanted to give you?”Kyung thinks he can guess where this is going. But he plays along and nods with a curious hmm as Jiho leans in close to his ear.“It’s me”Kyung has always been a good guesser. This, however, is still somewhat hard for him to believe. They hadn’t taken their relationship to this point yet and he feels silly to admit to himself but he had assumed he would bottom. This is amazing though and he nods enthusiastically, trying to suppress a smile.“I guessed” Zico pouts playfully and punches Kyung on the chest, the older male cringing a little but laughing all the same.“Fuck you! You always fucking guess! Oh well! That’s not important now.”Zico scrutinizes the other male for a moment and the air between them becomes serious before he begins again.”I want you inside me, Kyung.”and when he hears that it is actually not important, nothing really is important anymore, and his breath stalls in his throat and he very much agrees with him.“Yes, yeah definitely, but don’t you need to-“ Zico interrupts him with a scoff.“What kinda guy do you think I am? This is a gift, everything is already taken care of. Well, except for you” And Kyung is a little relieved, watching Jiho dig through the mess of blankets to find his pajama pants and get the bottle stashed therein, popping it open and spreading the clear liquid on his fingers; that hand goes behind him to stroke over Kyung's erection. The slick, cool feeling has Kyung clutching onto Jiho's thighs and pushing up into his touch. Jiho smiles at his reaction, putting his palm on Kyung's chest to support himself as he leans forward, adjusts, and moves back, going slowly enough to stop time.Kyung drinks in the sight of Woo Jiho taking his cock, the eroticism in his slack lips and creased brow second only to the feeling of his tight, hot asshole squeezing around him. Jiho lets out a long, low whine when he is completely seated on Kyung’s hips, the sensation strange but good, much better then his fingers, despite the slight sting. He stays still – Kyung trying his hardest to do the same – adjusting to the feeling before he feels comfortable enough to start rocking his hips, shifting Kyung’s erection inside him without necessarily thrusting.As much as Kyung wants to flip their positions and pound mercilessly into him, he also understands the virtue of patience and he relishes their “first time” together, memorizing the way Jiho pants a little each time he rocks back on his cock, eyes closed and completely focused on the full, pulsing feeling inside him.The minutes pass like hours and they would have continued like this for days had Jiho not remembered his purpose, opening his eyes and stilling his movements, waiting for Kyung to do the same. His face is flush and they're both a little out of breath when their eyes meet."Okay, you can take your gift now"Kyung’s hand instantly goes to Jiho’s cheek, caressing the warm pink skin there on the way to the nape of his neck, pulling him down to lay flush on top of him for a kiss full of slick tongues and anticipation. Mouth now occupied, Kyung's hands slide back along his thighs, going to squeeze his ass and open him even more as he rolls his hips up, pushing solidly inside before pulling out and repeating the process. Jiho cries out into his mouth, unused to but very much liking the feeling, separating their lips and gasping for air as he again gets used to the sensation. Kyung thrusts like this again and again, Jiho's head dropping onto his shoulder as he moans out his pleasure in stuttering gasps.For the next moments there is nothing but the sound of slapping skin and muffled, whining groans as they fuck for the first time. Needing to reposition, Jiho straightens up, holding tightly onto the slats of the bunk above them so he can straighten his back and still let Kyung do as he wished. In his whole life, he's never felt pleasure like this and he hopes Kyung agrees, wholeheartedly, and this will actually change his opinion. Panning up Jiho's flushed, sweating body to look at his relaxed and trusting face, Kyung realizes just how poignant and important this moment is for them; Zico is giving up control, the thing that defines him, and letting Kyung take the lead with no stipulations, solely in the effort to make him happy. He realizes there is no one who will be there for him like Jiho will, and that's just fine with him.The realization passes as quickly as it came, setting itself in stone as Kyung stops thinking, stops guessing about what happens next and forgets about every bad birthday before this one, and allows himself to exist in the moment. Feeling like there's too much space between them, he sits up as well, trailing a hand up Jiho's slick back and squeezing onto his shoulder, the other hand pushing between them to curl around Jiho's neglected cock. This position forces him to slow the movement hips, but that just forces Jiho to feel each inch of his cock as it slides out and thrusts back in again, and Jiho has nothing but praise for him, stutteringly confessing that he's close to his peak.Kyung laughs breathlessly at how cute he is like this, Jiho whines back, and he feels him tighten a second before he feels his hand covered in hot release. Jiho's head is spinning and there's little he can do other than sigh happily as he sinks low on Kyung's cock and feels for the first time what it's like to be cummed inside, arms tight around the birthday boy's shoulders as they share in an unfairly chaste kiss.They shower after, and Kyung curses Jiho halfheartedly for making his life so difficult, even as the younger boy scrubs his back and hums happily, even as his own mouth curls into a smile and he feels like blessing him instead, even as he realizes he'll never be able to badmouth his birthday ever again. Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.