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Since finding each other again and getting back together over the past six months, Taesan and Leehan had had their fair share of intimate moments.
What would start as innocent kisses had become heated makeout sessions that eventually turned into mutual handjobs.
There was one very memorable occasion after getting home from a night out with their friends that had ended with Leehan on his knees in their bedroom, Taesan's fingers buried in his curls as the younger's skillful tongue coaxed an orgasm out of him, a favor that Taesan had repaid tenfold once he'd been able to see straight again.
There were the constant lingering touches and gazes that burned with desire that was spoken in heated whispers against sweat-slick skin.
Every instance felt like they were building towards the ultimate crescendo where their passions would reach their final breaking point, a tantalizing anticipation that stoked the fire in both of their stomachs on a daily basis.
Tonight was the night when all that foreplay ended.
The door was barely shut behind Sungho and Jaehyun— the last two to leave the house after the eventful evening they'd all just had— before Taesan had Leehan pressed up against the wooden surface, slotting their mouths together in a kiss that made their one from earlier seem like an innocent peck on the cheek by comparison.
They were both high on adrenaline thanks to the fear and relief that coursed through their veins. It felt like they'd just narrowly escaped losing everything again and this was their reward.
Leehan buried his fingers in Taesan's hair, tugging until the taller man let out an animalistic groan against his lips and ground their hips together. Leehan let him swallow the moan that exploded out of him, writhing between Taesan and the door to chase the delicious friction as his body tingled under Taesan's wandering hands. He tipped his head back when he felt those large hands slide up under his shirt, lingering over the quivering expanse of his stomach before sliding up higher to brush devilish fingers over his nipples.
"Taes— mm!" His breath rushed out of him in a whimper when Taesan bit down on his collarbone, "D-Dongmin, I— Upstairs. Bed. I want— Take me to bed."
Without wasting another second Taesan wrapped his hands under his thighs and hauled Leehan up so that he could wrap his legs around his waist. They remained tangled together as Taesan climbed the stairs as fast as he was able. The door to their bedroom hit the wall with a loud bang but neither paid it any mind as they fell onto the mattress.
Clothes were stripped away. Leehan might have ripped Taesan's shirt when he roughly tugged it off the older's torso, too eager to run his fingers over the defined ridges of Taesan's muscles and feel the softness of his skin. Cold air rushed between their bodies once they were finally bare but it was erased when Taesan ground down desperately.
They were both hard and aching for each other.
It all felt familiar and brand new at the same time.
There were scars on Taesan's body that Leehan could remember intimately. The knife wound just above his left hip from their first infiltration mission, the thin ones scattered across his shoulder blades from when he'd thrown himself through a window to escape a blast when they were 20. Then there were newer ones accrued through banal ways that meant that Taesan had lived a new kind of life away from explosions and danger. A scar on the inside of his index finger from when he'd cut himself while chopping ingredients for dinner the first week in the house, the faint sheen of a burn on the back of his forearm when he'd been careless lighting the barbeque. There were countless more little marks from scars to freckles displayed across his skin, all for Leehan to discover and relearn like an unending game that he knew he would never tire of.
They painted Taesan's skin like a tapestry of big and little moments that had made him into the man that Leehan loved beyond all measure. He let his fingers run over every inch of Taesan's skin that he could, the fire in the pit of his stomach burning hotter with every second that passed.
Taesan didn't give him long to linger in his worship before his hand slipped between Leehan's thighs, long fingers already slick with lube.
Leehan let out a cry when the first finger entered him. Taesan pressed soft kisses into the crook his neck, "You're alright. That's it baby, just relax for me." His voice was low and sweet, encouraging, "You're doing so good."
Taesan slowly worked him open, the second and third fingers following the first until Leehan was rendered a shaking, panting mess. Sweat stuck stray curls against his temples as he writhed and arched upwards with every thrust of those wicked digits. Taesan kept up a constant murmur throughout, voice blurry like he was drunk on the sounds that Leehan was helpless but to let fall from his mouth.
"Feel so amazing. Fuck you look so pretty like this, bunny." Leehan's hips jumped at the pet name and he bit down hard on his lower lip but it did nothing to muffle the garbled whine that exploded out of him from the heated praise, "So good Donghyunie. Making such cute sounds for me. You're so beautiful, fuck…"
Trembling fingers tangled in shaggy black logs and tugged at them clumsily, "Do—Dongmin please! I need— More! More, please. I need you inside me! Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease—!" Leehan's face felt hot. He could feel tears coating his cheeks as his voice broke around his pleas for more.
Taesan didn't waste any more time.
He pulled his fingers out roughly, a hoarse cry tumbling from between Leehan's lips that was replaced with a pleasured scream when Taesan slid into him in one long slow thrust. A low, gravelly groan echoed the sound. Leehan could feel the tension in the lines of Taesan's body, the way his muscles shivered as he tried desperately to give Leehan the opportunity to adjust to the intrusion. A soft laugh huffed out from him, helplessly charmed that Taesan was being so considerate of him.
"Wha—" Taesan's voice hitched around the question, flashing a soft almost boyish grin at Leehan through his damp bangs that had fallen in his face, "What's so funny?"
His hips twitched causing him to sink just a little deeper inside, a chorus of breathless moans escaping both of them at the action. Leehan pressed his head back into the pillows to attempt to ground himself momentarily. His fingers were still locked in at the back of Taesan's head and he used them to gently push some of those wild strands back so that he could observe his lover's face unhindered.
Taesan's cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed over with pleasure and adoration as he looked back. Leehan let his fingers drift down to trace that blush then dip even lower to brush along the sharp edge of his jaw. He was so painfully handsome, like a Greek statue come to life, and somehow he was all Leehan's.
"I love you Han Dongmin."
Leehan giggled as he watched Taesan's pupils blow wide, dilating until there was just the barest hint of brown left surrounding them. It wasn't the first time either of them had said it since getting back together but the words never failed to render both of them speechless whenever they were spoken.
Each syllable was precious, a promise that would never be broken in spite of time or distance. An oath stitched into the very fabric of their souls.
Because there was no truer fact in the world than that Leehan loved Taesan with everything that he was and he knew it was as equivalently true that the same went for Taesan.
Carnal hunger clouded that dark gaze, sending shivers down Leehan's spine.
Taesan kissed him like he wanted to devour him whole and Leehan was happy to let him. At the same time his hips started moving in smooth, powerful thrusts that rocked the bed and made the headboard clatter against the wall. Leehan held tight to his shoulders, sure he was going to leave marks but uncaring because he knew Taesan would leave his own scattered across his body as well. He could already feel the ache in his hips and the tight grip of Taesan's hands around his waist. Every part of him anticipated the inevitable finger-shaped bruises, every kiss and bite that would declare him as Taesan's.
They lost themselves in sensation and the rest of the world faded away until it was just the two of them, neither knowing where they ended and the other began. It was beautiful, perfect and all theirs.
Leehan was Taesan's and Taesan was his, just the way they were always meant to be.
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Leehan had always existed with the knowledge that his life had never been his own.
He'd been the Agency's property for 26 years. 26 painful, terrible years that had left him scarred in ways that went beyond the physical. He'd been damaged, broken and remade more times than he could count. Known more pain and suffering than anyone should ever have to and made to do things that most people would recoil from.
And by some miracle, he'd survived. Found a home full of people who loved him for all of his broken parts. Who called him by his name and made him feel safe and normal in ways he'd never thought possible.
Most importantly, he had Taesan.
His other half.
His heart and soul.
His ruin and his salvation.
His everything.
No, Leehan's life had never been his own but maybe it had— and always would— belong to Taesan.
And the thought he got to have him forever? Well…
That sounded like a life worth living.