There’s something uniquely beautiful about a first love. All emotions you felt before come to a screeching halt. This is something you’ve never known in your life, perhaps never thought was possible. The love between couples in their homes and throughout the streets stop appearing icky or far off and something far more tangible. It’s threaded throughout your body and sewn tight. Of course, it’s not always so bombastic. Sometimes it’s soft and gentle, a dove that comes and goes with the seasons. Sometimes it never comes at all. But for Dongrang, it was almost theatrical.
The two lived in the same hometown, and with Dongbaek, couldn’t bear to be apart. He was particularly focused on the man who always wished he could fly.
Yi Sang.
Two syllables that melted in his mouth as if it were candy, warmed his heart until he thought he might be sick. He had first fallen in love with him over a summer. It was when they first began taking care of the golden calf, gradually spending more nights alone together in the barnhouse. Starting first as a purely altruistic act for the sake of the lone animal it didn’t take long for Dongrang to realize he was spending more and more time staring at Yi Sang. The nightly maintenance of the calf became a symbol of their budding relationship, innocent touches sprouting into an undeniable romance that Dongrang was beginning to get addicted to.
Would Yi Sang get addicted too?
Dongrang hoped he would.
It was past 12 and visible only by lamplight when they shared their first kiss. They were sitting outside of the barn when Yi Sang leaned into him, his hair teasing Dongrang’s neck. He would never get used to Yi Sang’s touch or how his eyes, devoid of color, had twinkles like stars in the night sky by the orange glow of the lamp. His hand brushed beside Dongrang’s, whose heart pounded when their fingers began to interlace.
“Yi — Yi Sang?”
In response, he received a smile.
“Yes, Dongrang?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Yi Sang smiled in a way that Dongrang didn’t even know was possible for him to emote.
“Ah. I suppose.”
“You suppose?”
“It’s something I’ve wanted for… a while.”
That made Dongrang’s heart thump even louder.
“Then…”
With trembling fingers tightening around Yi Sang’s, Dongang leaned in to peck him on the mouth. Yi Sang returned with a confidence that Dongrang didn’t have, kissing him passionately and wrapping his arms around him. Dongrang’s breath caught in his throat and he hugged Yi Sang tighter. Once they parted, Yi Sang stretched and yawned, tired and ready to go home.
That was only the first of many kisses they would exchange. It became a regular activity between the two of them when they were alone.
It only took a few weeks for Dongrang to start finding Yi Sang next to him in bed in the mornings. Yi Sang always had trouble sleeping, and hanging onto Dongrang seemed to help. After waking up and brushing their teeth, Yi Sang would usually leave.
Not now, though.
Today, Yi Sang stayed. He cuddled him close, still in pajamas and on top of him. Just the sensation of his favorite person’s weight on him drove him crazy, but as he kissed him like that… A chill went down his spine when Yi Sang’s slumped between his thighs, thin enough to fit when Dongrang lightly spread them. He gave Dongrang several kisses, deep and loving, eventually earning heavy breaths from him.
“Dongrang.” There was an undeniable blush on Yi Sang’s face.
“Hm?”
“You’re hard.”
“Huh? I — oh.”
Oh.
Dongrang had been so focused on Yi Sang’s face and the kissing that he hadn’t even noticed how tight his pants began to feel.
“Oh, dear. I’m sorry, I don’t even know how I —”
“It’s okay. I can help, if you so desire.”
Saliva pooled in Dongrang’s mouth, and now that his hardness was brought to his attention, he noticed his cock pathetically twitching in his pants. “Aha, Yi Sang… I never thought you’d ask. Go ahead, sweetheart.” This was something he fantasized of for ages now. He had no idea it would become a reality so casually. It didn’t even feel real at first, but then Yi Sang kissed him again, hot and heavy and desperate.
As they made out, Dongrang wasted no time in chasing after many years worth of fantasies. A cool hand trailed up under Yi Sang’s shirt, rubbing and processing the smooth texture of his skin. When Yi Sang moaned, a smile sliced through Dongrang’s face. Yes. I’m doing well. I’m doing well!
He was going to kiss him again yet ended up being interrupted, because Yi Sang pushed away the covers and unbuttoned Dongrang’s shirt, trailing kisses across his body until he reached the hem of his pants.
It took a moment for Dongrang to realize what Yi Sang wanted.
“Good fuck,” he muttered. He wasn’t one to swear often, but how could he stay under control with such a handsome man needy for him? “You can go ahead.” Please.
Without another word, Yi Sang pulled down Dongrang’s pants and underwear, quick to take Dongrang’s dick in his hand. In exchange, Dongrang threw his head against the pillows and gripped at the sheets. “Good, good,” he repeated breathily while Yi Sang kissed at his cock, hardening more at the contact. “So good… You’re beautiful, Yi Sang.”
The redness on Yi Sang’s face became more visible. Soft morning light through the blinds covered both of them, Yi Sang’s face looking absolutely gorgeous.
Such a beautiful thing, and all his, too?
There was no doubt about it.
Dongrang was the luckiest man in the City.
“Thank you,” replied a flustered Yi Sang. “It means a lot.” Heavy breaths were left on Dongrang’s cock, hot and tantalizing. As Dongrang’s fingers shifted from the sheets to Yi Sang’s hair, Yi Sang’s tongue slid between his lips to wet them. A bead of precum made its way out of Dongrang, his whole body practically begging for Yi Sang to touch him.
So Yi Sang’s lips latched onto the tip, slow and steady, and Dongrang almost lost it right there. No matter how much he dreamed of this moment, nothing matched up to the real thing. “Good boy, Yi Sang, good boy,” he absentmindedly blathered on in repetition, “good boy, good boy, good boy. All mine, too, and so pretty…”
The praise appeared to spur Yi Sang on. He took Dongrang all the way to the back of his throat, nose buried into Dongrang’s groin and sniffing in his scent. Wings, he was good at this. Dongrang couldn’t help it — he rolled his hips deeper inside Yi Sang’s throat, and though he seemed caught off guard, Yi Sang took it all down. Like a good boy should, Dongrang thought. “All mine,” he panted, “all mine.”
How could he belong to anyone else when he was so enthusiastic to suck Dongrang’s cock?
Yi Sang hollowed his lips and began to move, giving attention everywhere from tip to hilt, Dongrang’s chest heaving high and low. He was addicted to Yi Sang’s everything, his touch, his gaze, his smile, his words of wisdom and laughter and whatever was in between. “Please,” he moaned. Please, I love you. Keep going. As badly as he wanted to thrust into his mouth and fuck him crazy, he couldn’t for two reasons.
One, they hadn’t done this before. He didn’t want to be so rough, especially without permission.
Two, Yi Sang’s hands were now planted on Dongrang’s hips, holding him down so he could only weakly push his hips forward.
“You’re so hot.” Dongrang’s fingers curled deeper into Yi Sang’s hair, gripping gently. “My Yi Sang…”
Humming in response, Yi Sang’s tongue rolled around the shaft, soft and salivating. This was perfect, no, far beyond that. This was Yi Sang, the man he yearned for at least millennia at this point. His digits lodged against Yi Sang’s scalp, hair silky smooth and black like crow feathers.
“Yi Sang…”
Dongrang watched as Yi Sang breathed heavily through his nose, smiling despite the obstruction in his mouth. He loves this.
“You’re perfect… Yi Sang, Yi Sang — Yi Sang!”
Yi Sang lightly grazed his teeth against his cock, and that’s what did him in. Dongrang’s fingers twisted into black locks as he finished, cumming deep inside Yi Sang’s throat in complete ecstasy. He had been saving himself for Yi Sang all these years, and finally, finally it seemed to pay off.
Because Yi Sang swallowed it all, even if it took some difficulty, and gradually pulled himself off of Dongrang’s softening dick. Though Dongrang wanted to help Yi Sang too, those thoughts were stopped in their tracks when he yawned.
“Ah, my bad,” Yi Sang said hoarsely. “Were you hoping for something else…? I’m quite tired.”
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After Yi Sang cleaned his mouth and Dongrang put his pants back on, they joined together yet again on the bed. Dongrang held him on his side, as close as he could muster. If only this could last until the end of time, a little world for just the two of them. Dongrang kissed Yi Sang’s forehead over and over, peppering him with his love and holding him tight. Inevitably, Yi Sang would have to leave. But for now, they were together. And in Dongrang’s mind, it was perfect.
“How about we start a lab together someday?”
“Mh… That sounds nice.” Yi Sang sounded even more tired than before. “But what about Dongbaek…?”
Dongrang raised Yi Sang’s chin with his wrist, looking into his tired eyes. They had another kiss, this one more tender than the ones from earlier.
And soon enough, they were both sound asleep.