42: And Lick Them Clean

CW: The following episode contains sex. 18+ readers only, please!

Stephen stood in the entryway of his apartment, stunned. This was not remotely where he had expected this conversation to go. But there was Inho, his bold expression betrayed by him shifting his weight nervously on his feet. He was waiting for a response. Inho cocked his head down, mouth pursed and peered shyly up through his bangs. Stephen wanted to make him wait longer just to keep looking at his absurdly charming combination of shyness, anxious tension, and just a touch of defiance.

“Well?” Inho said, “Aren’t you going to give me an answer?”

Stephen was terribly slow on the uptake today, and he didn’t actually know what to reply,

“Uhm. Answer for what?” He asked stupidly, attempting to buy time.

“I just confessed,” Inho said flatly, “are you rejecting my feelings then?”

“No, I w-wait, I just need a minute,” Stephen floundered.

“You said you liked me. Do you want to date me or not?”

Inho was cutting him zero slack here. Had he always been this assertive?

I guess he kind of has, it’s just masked in blushes and tears. I definitely underestimated him.

Inho’s eyes narrowed as the silence stretched, a flicker of his earlier anger lit in their depths.

“If you’re not into it,” he said with a dangerous shrug, “I’m gonna go-”

“No! No, I am, I am into it,” Stephen put his back to the door, blocking it, though Inho hadn’t actually moved. Stephen didn’t feel completely confident in this conversation, but it was easier to get out of a relationship than it was to get into one. Especially once a rejection was sitting between them. He didn’t want to take the risk of losing Inho completely because he was dragging his feet.

“Yeah?” Inho’s hard shell of confidence crumbled a little. He bit his lip and tried out a hesitant smile. The first one all night, it seemed. It made Stephen feel like the sun was in his stomach, going supernova, trying to escape. Maybe this was a good idea after all?

“Yeah,” Stephen chewed the inside of his cheek, then opened his arms wide. They had better comfort each other and lick the wounds inflicted by the fight before they could fester. “I think we have some things to talk through then.”

Inho slammed into him, knocking the breath from his body as he was rocked against the door.

“Later,” Inho said, flinging his arms around Stephen’s neck and kissing him forcefully. Stephen didn’t argue. He let his tension and leftover anger slip away as Inho melted into him. He put his full focus on making out with his new boyfriend.

It felt like a movie (a very different one from the action flick earlier) as they stripped off each other’s clothes on the way to the bedroom – only dragging fabric interrupting their desperate mouths and groping hands.

Inho struggled briefly with the inner clasp on Stephen’s chinos, and when he laughed bashfully at his own fumbling hands, Stephen couldn’t help but join in. Then they were naked, standing at the end of the bed, running hands over each other’s bodies, touching and teasing with feverish urgency.

Curious of Inho’s preference, Stephen clutched and kneaded his firm hips a few times to see if he’d react. He didn’t. He’d have to try something more obvious.

He gripped Inho abruptly by the shoulders and shoved him so he landed on the plush white duvet with a whoomph. Inho laughed, and with a somehow simultaneously timid and provocative expression stretched out to give Stephen a full view, putting his hands behind his head.

Fuck, Stephen thought to himself, men are so goddamn beautiful. He drank in the clean lines of Inho’s body, his lean stomach, taut pecs, and muscular thighs. This was the second time seeing Inho in his bed, Stephen mused, but it was certainly more fun this time around. He put a knee down on the bed, between Inho’s legs, and Inho suddenly sat up.

“Wait,” Inho said, before scooting to the end of the bed and gently guiding Stephen back into standing position. “There’s something I want to do.”

“Same,” Stephen said, somewhat put out, “but it happens in the bed.”

“No you’ll like it, I swear. At least, I hope you will,” Inho replied, dropping smoothly to his knees at Stephen’s feet.

“Oh,” Stephen’s mouth curved in a wry grin, “Yes, I imagine I will, but you don’t have to.” It was undoubtedly Inho’s first time giving a blowjob, and it would be depressing if he got unsettled or grossed out so early on.

“No, I want to do it back. This is for me.” Inho’s hands gripped him where his pelvic bones curved into soft smooth skin.

Whatever, Stephen thought with a mental shrug, then grunted sharply when Inho wrapped his hot mouth around Stephen’s length with zero hesitation. One of Inho’s hands wrapped around him, joining his mouth as it worked. With the other, he lightly scraped his nails down Stephen’s lower back before coming round to trace the soft dark trail leading down his abs. It shot goosebumps up his legs and back. He was turned on enough that he wanted to have sex immediately, but this, this was some excellent foreplay. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, barely holding himself back from thrusting into Inho’s mouth.

Inho’s attentions were amateur but definitely enthusiastic, and when he paused for breath, Stephen gave a throaty chuckle. “Did you do some research?” he asked playfully.

“Yeah,” Inho replied, lewdly wiping his mouth on his hand with direct eye contact, “I watched a lot of porn for this.”

Stephen let out a startled bark of laughter; Inho was always so full of surprises. He felt a warm rush of affection for this fierce, crybaby-firework of a man. He hesitated, not wanting to ruin the moment, but the adrenaline and fire from earlier still coursed through him. In the emotional aftermath of their fight, the two of them were feeling particularly close and connected, so maybe….

“Inho,” he said, winding his hand in Inho’s hair. He Interrupted Inho’s wet efforts with a rough jerk back. “Can I be rough with you?”

A coy Cheshire grin spread across Inho’s face, and he shifted his body so to expose exactly how he was feeling. Then, with a nod, he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue.