Sungmin had a decision to make. He didn’t want to believe the man who had come into the house and told him of Kyuhyun’s murder. And yet, he knew that it was genuine. The scent of the man was pineapple and coconut, the scent of Jiwon’s gang. He knew that pineapple and coconut was Jiwon’s favourite scent and so he had all of his gang members wear the same cologne.
The man was definitely from Black Hand, Jiwon’s group. Sungmin knew that Kyuhyun’s chances of surviving the Black Hand were very slim. He couldn’t endanger Kyuhyun that way, or the rest of his family. But what was he to do? If he left, Kyuhyun would be heartbroken. Sungmin felt tears of despair well up. Either way, he was going to hurt Kyuhyun.
“Sungmin-hyung, I officially hate these people,” Minwoong announced as he walked into the living room and brandished one of the letters. Sungmin broke from his thoughts and turned towards the irate youngster who plopped down on the sofa beside him.
“What made you so angry, Minwoong?” Sungmin asked, trying to sound relatively normal. Minwoong was seething. He waved the letter in Sungmin’s face and made a huffing sound.
“Whoever’s writing you this is frustrating me beyond belief. I thought I had it as the letter-number code but apparently not! Why couldn’t these people give you an easier code? Did they honestly expect you to decode this?!” Minwoong waved the letter around again.
“Calm down, Minwoong. You’ll get it,” another voice came into the room. Minwoong turned to see Changmin standing there. He was looking towards both of them but Sungmin thought he was looking more towards the magnae.
“Changmin-hyung!” Minwoong squealed in delight. He jumped up from his seat and raced over to Changmin, hugging him tightly.
“Easy, Minwoong. You still need me for your decoding and programming,” Changmin smiled down at Minwoong’s head.
“He’s saved my life numerous times,” Minwoong explained, breaking away from the elder male. Sungmin noticed that Changmin seemed reluctant to let Minwoong go. The magnae pranced back to Sungmin’s side. “He told me it might be a letter-number code and I nearly had it. He’s very good at making me think of other codes. He’s a lifesaver,” Minwoong smiled at Changmin.
“I’m glad I’m such an asset to you,” Changmin smiled, walking over to the two of them. Minwoong poked his elder lightly and turned back to Sungmin.
“I should continue to try and crack this. I’ll see you later, Sungmin-hyung! Go to bed soon, okay? It’s like….ten-thirty,” Minwoong waved before dragging Changmin away. Sungmin smiled at his antics. He wondered if something was going on between those two.
“Sungmin-hyung, did you see if Yoochun went to surveillance room yet?”
Sungmin was once again taken out of his thoughts by the arrival of Junsu, asking where his lover was. Sungmin thought for a moment. He had seen Yoochun go to the third door down the hall a while ago so yes, he was there.
“Yeah, Yoochun beat you to the surveillance room again, Junsu,” Sungmin smiled.
“How does he do it?! I got up earlier than him today and he’s already there!” Junsu pouted before running down the hallway to see his lover. Sungmin shook his head and smiled. He loved the antics of his friends. But there was still this matter of threats to consider.
He felt utterly exhausted and figured that maybe it would be time to sleep. It was getting late after all. He got up from his place on the sofa and walked up the stairs, thinking all the way. Would he? Wouldn’t he? It was so hard to decide. Would he? Wouldn’t he?
He walked down the hallway of the second floor, his thoughts still scattered. Maybe seeing Kyuhyun would help make this decision easier. He would stop at Kyuhyun’s office before he went to their room. His thoughts became clearer as he thought of his husband.
Sungmin couldn’t let this happen to Kyuhyun. He refused to let him be the one to suffer for him. If they wanted him, they would have him, but not Kyuhyun. Never would he let Kyuhyun suffer at their hands. But he didn’t want to leave him.
Sungmin paused at the office Kyuhyun was working in. He was glad that Jiyong had made the necessary arrangements for him to work from the safehouse. He leaned against the doorframe and watched Kyuhyun work. It was late but the younger man was still typing away.
Sungmin watched him work. He could tell Kyuhyun was tired but wasn’t going to turn in before he finished whatever he was working on. Sungmin wouldn’t be able to bear it if the soft skin Kyuhyun possessed was bloodied and cold just because of him. He wouldn’t be able to live if those dark, beautiful eyes were forever closed because of him. He wouldn’t be able to bear it.
“Are you coming to bed?” Sungmin asked softly, staring at Kyuhyun’s tired form. The younger man looked up and smiled at his lover.
“I’ll be there soon, okay Minnie? I love you,” Kyuhyun replied, his voice soft. Sungmin felt tears start.
“Okay….” Sungmin nodded and walked away quickly before Kyuhyun saw his tears. He wiped them away furiously with the back of his hand. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Kyuhyun. He almost ran into their room and shut the door.
A soft sob made its way out of his throat before Sungmin calmed himself. He changed his clothes slowly, thinking about different things. He would have to leave. That way, Kyuhyun would be safe. No matter what happened to him, Kyuhyun had to be okay.
Sungmin crawled into the large bed. It was comfortable but Sungmin felt so alone. He felt more tears start. He wished that he could have done so many things differently. Then maybe Jaejoong would still be alive and Seunghyun wouldn’t be in the hospital.
He tore himself from these thoughts when he saw Kyuhyun enter. He couldn’t let the younger male see him cry. He would immediately suspect that something was wrong. Sungmin plastered a smile on his face and hoped that Kyuhyun would be too tired to notice. The sounds of Kyuhyun getting changed reached Sungmin’s ears and he knew that his time with Kyuhyun was short.
Kyuhyun slipped in beside Sungmin and wrapped his arms around him. That simple touch made Sungmin shiver. Would there ever be a time when Kyuhyun failed to make him feel so much? He sincerely hoped not. That action made him certain. He could not endanger the one he loved so much. Kyuhyun nuzzled into him and kissed his neck gently.
“Kyuhyun, do you love me?” Sungmin asked.
“I love you more than I could possible describe,” Kyuhyun answered, nodding. Sungmin turned to face him. He placed a hand on Kyuhyun’s face.
“Do you really love me?” Sungmin asked, trying not to let his feelings show through his voice.
“I love you more than I could ever tell you. I love you more than there are stars in the sky,” Kyuhyun kissed him deeply. Sungmin wouldn’t let him die. He couldn’t endanger him. He pulled back and released a shaky breath. His mind was made up.
“Don’t tell me. Show me,” Sungmin whispered. He took Kyuhyun’s hand and slipped it under his shirt. The younger’s eyes softened.
“Sungmin….” Kyuhyun looked at him with slightly hazy eyes.
“Make love to me, Kyuhyun. Show me what I mean to you,” Sungmin pleaded quietly. He wanted this, he needed this.
His eyes closed as Kyuhyun let his lips trail down Sungmin’s neck. He had to have this. Even if it was his last time, he would cherish it forever. Kyuhyun’s love was the only thing he ever wanted in this world and he had to have it one last time.
“Make me feel your love. Make it burn through my veins and make me melt in your arms. Show me our love, bring it from the depths of my soul,” Sungmin whispered, his body beginning to heat with the emotion he was feeling.
He felt Kyuhyun breathe heavily against his skin. He registered the sounds of his shirt buttons being opened and he closed his eyes as Kyuhyun’s gentle fingers removed the cloth that covered the front of his body.
“Kyuhyun, let’s create our love, make it burn between us, make each other feel it,” Sungmin murmured, his eyes opening and closing. The younger male kissed Sungmin with hot, urgent need, silencing his words.
Sungmin whimpered softly as Kyuhyun pulled back and removed his own shirt from his body. Kyuhyun let his body glide against Sungmin’s, delicate flashes of pleasure running through them both as their hardening members brushed.
Sungmin wrapped his arms around Kyuhyun’s body as the younger man’s fingertips slipped inside his pyjama bottoms. His breathing grew more ragged as the rest of his body was exposed to the cooler air, Kyuhyun taking off everything and leaving him vulnerable and wanting beneath him. His grip loosened and fell away from Kyuhyun and he looked up at his husband lovingly.
“What do you want, Sungmin? Tell me what you want,” Kyuhyun whispered. Sungmin let a strangled groan fall from his lips. He reached towards Kyuhyun and kissed him deeply, threading his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair.
“I want you inside of me. I want to feel you so deep and so close that I could never be filled by anyone else. Make it so that what happens tonight can never be replicated by another,” Sungmin begged softly. An audible moan come from Kyuhyun above him. He watched as Kyuhyun pulled off the rest of his clothing, exposing the rest of his well built body.
Sungmin’s breath never seemed to fully return after that. He was caught in fire, his own fire of longing and of regret, of pain and of love. His mouth was claimed by Kyuhyun, and he was reaching, trying, desperate to save him but unable to.
“Let me feel you, let me want you, make me need you. Because you are the only one who will ever be mine,” Sungmin whispered as Kyuhyun moved from his mouth to his neck, trailing downwards. He could tell the younger male was moved by his words as well as aroused because of the heavy breathing that was coming from him.
His skin tingled as Kyuhyun placed kisses on his torso. A small droplet of water formed in the corner of his eye. So loving….so loving…..
He felt Kyuhyun leave him and he whimpered unconsciously until he heard the sound of the drawer in the night table being opened. His breathing got faster and he turned to see Kyuhyun taking out a small bottle. Sungmin parted his legs, knowing and wanting what would come next.
“Slow and gentle or fast and rough?” Kyuhyun asked, sliding his slightly sweaty body against Sungmin’s. The elder male gasped and let his head fall back.
“Slow and gentle, just as you are,” Sungmin replied, his voice almost inaudible. Kyuhyun smiled and kissed Sungmin’s chest lovingly. The younger male pulled back and Sungmin felt cold without Kyuhyun there.
The younger male coated one finger with lubricant then moved up and kissed Sungmin hard, wanting to distract him as his finger slipped past the ring of muscle forming Sungmin’s opening. The elder male gasped at the sensation
“Kyuhyun—aahh…” Kyuhyun’s finger gently pushed inside, and Sungmin lost the ability to talk. His soft moans were like music to Kyuhyun’s ears and he wanted to hear more of Sungmin’s sweet song as the finger thrust and probed, stretching him little by little.
Sungmin’s moans were cut off by a sharp intake of breath; Kyuhyun’s finger had discovered his sweet spot. Delicate waves of pleasure soared through his body. His eyes shut and his mouth opened, the very gentleness of it all made Sungmin want and crave more of Kyuhyun.
“Shh, we aren’t the only ones here,” Kyuhyun reminded Sungmin huskily as he added a second finger. The elder man bit back a cry and buried his face in Kyuhyun’s shoulder. There was so much love that Kyuhyun put behind the simplest actions that Sungmin knew how much he cared.
Kyuhyun kissed his parted lips softly, distracting him as a third finger was added. He scissored his fingers, stretching Sungmin as much as he could without causing him total pain, knowing that he had had enough of that for a lifetime. He knew that Sungmin was almost ready. His body was trembling hard and he was wrapping his legs around Kyuhyun’s torso.
Kyuhyun couldn’t hold himself back much longer. His own neglected erection was aching and Sungmin was ready for him. Kyuhyun slowly pulled his fingers out of his love, gazing at him, wondering how anyone could be so beautifully perfect. Sungmin’s breathing was heavy, and his body was glazed with a thin layer of sweat.
“Kyuhyun…I…let me…” Sungmin gasped, trying to put together a mildly understandable sentence. Kyuhyun paused, waiting to see what his love wanted.
“What is it, Sungmin?” Kyuhyun breathed heavily. “Wait a moment…..please….let me….remember you like this….burn it into my memory forever,” Sungmin whispered. He reached out with both hands and ran his fingertips over Kyuhyun’s sweat soaked body. His eyes widened in something like wonder as his hands touched every single part of Kyuhyun. He closed his eyes, imagining Kyuhyun’s pale skin in the darkness. He smiled when he opened his eyes, his imagination mimicking real life.
“Take me, Kyuhyun. Claim me as your own. Make me forget everything……who I am….where I am…how to breathe…how to think…” Sungmin whispered as Kyuhyun gently unwrapped his legs from his waist. And then filled him. Just like he asked. Completely and utterly. So close and deep that Sungmin didn’t think he could feel anything like this again.
He was reduced to a gasping shaking mess that belonged to Kyuhyun. His voice was lost in the movement of their bodies, the sounds of their lovemaking that only they could hear. His wanton pleas and gentle cries filled what little space there was between them.
Kyuhyun’s hips rocked so slowly and torturously that he was struggling to hold on. He felt so loved and so complete that it made everything he was about to do worth it. His night, maybe his last with Kyuhyun would be one that he would remember forever.
The tender touches of Kyuhyun sent him spinning and drove him crazy. Kyuhyun fully sheathed himself inside him, combining the two and making Sungmin cry out longingly. Moisture that he knew wasn’t sweat dripped into his hairline.
He was helpless beneath the younger male, entranced by the raw energy of the moment. His right hand scratched down his back, leaving long, red welts running down his husband’s ivory skin. Sungmin began to cry, the love, the pleasure, the pain filling him. He felt warmth spread through his body and congregate in his chest, signalling his release.
Sungmin was sobbing by now. His end was so very close, he could feel it, but this wasn’t enough. He needed more. His fingers ran across Kyuhyun’s shoulder blades, sliding through the slick sweat that coated the younger’s body and dripped down onto his own.
He was beginning to see stars. He was slowly losing control of all his senses as his body was overloaded.
They were truly making love, making them as close as they could ever physically be. Tears spilled out from his half closed eyes as he cried out. Kyuhyun smiled, he knew Sungmin was close. Bending his head down, he licked Sungmin’s neck lightly and then kissed him, hard.
That was the final push. Sungmin held Kyuhyun tightly, wrapping his legs back around the elder male, holding him as tight as he possibly could as he came, Kyuhyun’s name on his lips. Sungmin’s inner walls clamped down around Kyuhyun, and after one last desperate thrust, the younger male spilled himself inside of Sungmin, crying out his name as he came.
Kyuhyun barely had time to completely pull out of Sungmin before collapsing on top of him, gasping for air and trembling violently. Sungmin’s heart beat a rapid rhythm and Kyuhyun delighted in this sound, ever grateful that Sungmin was still alive.
“I love you so much, Sungmin. So, so much,” Kyuhyun whispered tiredly. Sungmin’s tears still hadn’t stopped but he managed to keep Kyuhyun from knowing.
“I love you too, Kyuhyun. You are my world,” Sungmin answered softly. He held Kyuhyun close to him, making him remain on top. A safe blanket from the world around. It was final. It was decided. I’m sorry for what will happen next.
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