“Yoosung?” Saeran is stroking Yoosung’s bare back lazily.
“Hnn?” Yoosung sleepily answers.
Saeran smiles, his arms circle around Yoosung’s back and
Yoosung snuggles into Saeran’s chest and makes soft
“We really need to go take a shower.” He insists.
“Uhnn!” Yoosung murmurs into his chest.
“Come on sleepy head, otherwise we’ll be stuck to each other
forever once this hardens!
“S’ok.” Yoosung mumbles.
“We’d look weird walking into your classes stuck together
and naked.” Saeran laughs.
“Ugh! Fine, oh, yuck, ewe!” Yoosung tries to detach himself
from Saeran, the semen covering the front of his body is so crusty it makes dry
flaky sounds as he pulls away.
“Ick!” Saeran makes a face. “Definitely not sexy!” and laughs
“Come on.” Saeran scoots off the bed, taking Yoosung’s hand
and leading him to the bathroom. He turns the water on and waits for it to get
warm before stepping into it. Yoosung follows him in and closes the shower door
The water feels good and Saeran lets it wash over him,
closing his eyes. Yoosung steps into him and hugs him close, the water falling
on and around them. Saeran rests his chin on Yoosung’s head and embraces him
Yoosung looks up into mint colored eyes and Saeran runs his
thumb across Yoosung’s lower lip. Yoosung’s eyes close and he sighs
Saeran leans down and gently kisses him loving the feel of
his velvety lips, slick with dripping water. Reaching for a washcloth he suds
it up using the bar of soap in the shower. He turns Yoosung around and washes
his back from his neck to his waist, slowly and softly, kissing his shoulders
after rinsing him off. He reaches around and does the same to his chest,
nibbling on Yoosung’s ear and neck the entire time, eliciting giggles from him.
With Yoosung’s back against his chest he continues to wash his body below the
waist making Yoosung gasp quietly and reach up to Saeran’s neck to pull him
down for a kiss. Smiling Saeran pulls away so he can finish washing the rest of
Yoosung’s body. Lingering on Yoosung’s creamy white ass, Saeran takes his time
to appreciate it like a work of art. He kisses each cheek softly and takes a
playful bite which startles Yoosung and makes him jump.
“Saeran!” Saeran only laughs as he gets back to his feet.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” he doesn’t seem very regretful.
“Just give me that!” Yoosung grabs the washcloth and suds it
with soap again.
He starts at Saeran’s neck and washes him clean all the way
down the front to his feet. He has Saeran turn around and does the same to his
backside. He is very methodical, making sure to get every inch of Saeran’s
body. After he rinses off, Yoosung slides his hands down Saeran’s chest
enjoying the slick feel of his wet skin.
Saeran pours shampoo on Yoosung’s hands and then his own. They
each shampoo their hair quickly and take turns rinsing off. Saeran pulls
Yoosung in close again and tilts his chin up so he can kiss him. Their lips
meet and Saeran slips his tongue into Yoosung’s eager mouth.
“I love kissing you.” He whispers to Yoosung.
“You should do it more often then.” Yoosung teases.
Saeran laughs and buries his head in Yoosung’s hair. They
hold onto each other until the water starts to get cold and they have to turn
Wrapped in towels they head back to Saeran’s bedroom. Saeran
pulls on his underwear and goes to find some clean sheets while Yoosung strips
the bed. They quickly make the bed and jump in it snuggling together for
warmth. Yoosung is giggling as Saeran puts his freezing feet on him, arms wrapped
around each other warmth is not far behind.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Yoosung whispers.
“Me too.” Saeran agrees. “Are you happy Yoosung?” he asks.
“So happy!” Yoosung kisses Saeran’s chest and closes his eyes.
Tired, they fall asleep quickly, both smiling, both happy.
Saeyoung opens the door to let Saeran know they are home
early. It’s 9am and Saeran should be awake.
“He….” He starts before noticing Saeran is not alone in his
bed. There is a blonde head atop his chest, both are breathing heavily, deeply
asleep. His first instinct is to jump on the bed and embarrass the hell out of
his brother and Yoosung. He starts to giggle, which is when MC steps in.
“Oh my god.” She whispers when she sees the two on the bed. Her eyes widen as she realizes what her husband is probably about to do. She grabs
Saeyoung and drags him out of the room.
“HEY!” he gasps.
“SHH!” she pokes a finger at his chest. “Leave them alone!”
“Awe…come on MC…” he pleads.
“No!” she turns and closes the door to Saeran’s room,
dragging a pouting Saeyoung towards their bedroom. “If you really must do
something embarrassing you can do it when they are up, dressed, and Saeran can
kick your ass.”
“Pfft.” Saeyoung exclaims.
MC stops to turn and look at him, crossing her arms.
“I love you Saeyoung. But if I had to put money down on
which Choi brother would win in a fight, it wouldn’t be you, Honey Buddha Chip
Choi! Have you seen the muscles Saeran is packing these days?”
“Why are you looking at his muscles?” he is pouting again. “I’ve
got muscles too you know.”
She steps into him running her hands through his hair, “I
know babe, but they’re all up here.” She taps her finger against his head. “Big
brains are soooo sexy.”
“I know you’re just trying to distract me, but I’m going to
let you have your way with me anyway. I’ll let the lovebirds sleep in, just to
make you happy.”
“Uh huh.” MC laughs, which turns into an exclamation of
surprise as Saeyoung picks her up over his shoulder and practically runs to the
bedroom. Saeran and Yoosung aren’t the only lovebirds in the house.