*mature*

Yeosang tilted his head backwards, with a deep moan coming from his lips, as he slowly pushed himself all the way inside. His hands were holding tightly around the hips under him, and every slow thrust felt better than the last.

His lips found Seonghwa's, but the kiss became sloppy only seconds later when Yeosang linked his arms around the older's legs to raise them up. Sucking and biting gently on each other's tongues, and with swollen wet lips, Yeosang began setting up the pace, and he watched closely how the older's eyes rolled back, while he was gasping loudly.

It felt absolutely wonderful to have his teenage fantasies about him and Seonghwa come true, and after living for years with the stone cold politician, Yeosang couldn't deny how amazing it was to experience the older being that submissive. His pretty pink lips closed and parted several times, as if he wanted to speak - but only small trembling moans came out.

Smirking slightly, Yeosang drew a wet line from his lips down Seonghwa's neck. The older felt so tight around him, causing Yeosang to breathe heavily with deep groans in between, and every time he went in even harder.

It was a beautiful sight to see Park Seonghwa, someone who normally was so controlled and polished, look such a mess. His dark hair had been let loose from the perfectly set hairstyle it usually was caught in, and now it was twisted and tangled around by Yeosang's hands.

"Yeosang... Ah-" The older whimpered, as he wrapped his long legs around Yeosang's waist, and his body was trembling from pleasure when Yeosang started jerking him off in the same pace as his deep thrusts.

Seonghwa let out a few incomprehensible sounds, while his hands roamed the sheet under him, pulling it uncontrollably and aggressively.

Yeosang left a wet kiss on Seonghwa's lips, before pulling himself out and with a firm grip he got the older turned around on the bed and pulled up on his knees. Seonghwa had a great body, Yeosang had known that for years, but it surprised him how amazing the older looked in that particular position - and Yeosang couldn't stop himself from smacking the well-shaped butt in front of him, before pressing the tip of his cock inside again.

As he listened to the heavy moans and all the oh my Gods, Yeosang smirked while slowly leaning down forward. His one hand was holding onto the older's waist, while the other dove into the dark hair.

"Do you like it?" He teasingly asked, as he pulled Seonghwa's head backwards by the hair, and licked the older's earlobe. He wasn't quite certain where the voice leaving his lips came from, it was new - deep and dominating in a way he had never heard himself speak before.

But he liked it, and it appeared that Seonghwa did as well.

"Yes..." The older responded, heaving for air under him.

"Let me hear you say it then."

"I, I like it, Yeosang!"

The neediness in Seonghwa's voice, and the way he pressed his ass backwards made Yeosang smile victoriously. Something new had awakened inside of him, something he hadn't experienced with anyone before - not even Felix or the ones before him, who was willing to do whatever Yeosang had wanted.

"What do you like, baby?" With a rough yank in the dark locks, Yeosang growled into the older's ear, and his teeth stroked against the soft skin of Seonghwa's neck.

"I like it when you fuck me!" Only a few seconds after Seonghwa had panted the words out loud, his body began shaking and twitching, and he came onto the sheet under them.

Yeosang felt higher than ever, his head was spinning and his body controlled solely by the primal instinct that had been hiding inside of him. He loved the way Seonghwa was whining and moaning under him, how his nails and teeth left red streaks across the fair skin of the older, and how Seonghwa - despite having climaxed already - still took all of his length so well and willingly.

About twenty minutes later, Yeosang collapsed onto Seonghwa's back, humming against the older's neck while he carefully pulled out.

Now that they had had sex that way, there was only one thing they had never done - cuddled while falling asleep. Even after Seonghwa's confession, Yeosang had kept a fair amount of distance, well until tonight at least.

He remembered all the nights back in Seonghwa's old apartment, before the cheating and all the other bad things, when he would lie awake and look at the older sleep. He remembered how it had hurt right in his chest, knowing that he couldn't simply reach out and cuddle up against him, because Seonghwa claimed that he hated that.

But tonight, a lot of things were different.

After kissing for a while, Seonghwa ended up resting his head against Yeosang's chest, and Yeosang put his arm around the older, stroking his fingers up and down the soft and warm skin.

Yeosang knew he didn't love the older, and if he ever would, was a question he couldn't answer yet - but now he knew for sure that he definitely loved fucking him.

♡

"Okay, we will see you there!" Yeosang hung up the phone, and turned his head towards Seonghwa sitting at the dining table - looking at him curiously over the edge of his cup of morning coffee.

A couple of weeks had passed by, and every single night they had ended up having sex. Yeosang almost felt out of control, even when he was absolutely exhausted he would feel his body heat up whenever Seonghwa came too close to him. But while the sex was absolutely mind-blowing, he was still lacking the actual loving feelings towards his husband.

"Who was it?" Seonghwa asked him.

"Hongjoong," Yeosang replied, as he walked around the kitchen island and towards the table. "I completely forgot, he asked me if we wanted to go to Bali with him a while back, but he never got back to me about it. He's been too busy decorating their new apartment, so the trip was postponed. But he's booked the tickets for all of us now."

When Hongjoong had first asked Yeosang to join him and Hyunjin for a lovely get-away, Yeosang had scrunched his nose and silently hated the idea. But now he wondered if this was what he and Seonghwa needed, if the timing in his life for once was perfect.

"Oh," the older said, and his eyes narrowed down a bit.

"I'm not going to tell anyone about... That thing... Don't worry, I've never told Hongjoong anything, really..." Letting go of a small shrug, Yeosang briefly felt a pinch in his stomach, as he sat down. He disliked how he couldn't tell Hongjoong anything, but it had been that way even before the marriage to Seonghwa. "Just wanted to surprise you. You've worked so hard lately, you deserve to relax."

A playful grin spread on the older's face, and he suddenly rose from his seat to sit straddled over Yeosang's lap instead.

"There's other ways you can help me relax," Seonghwa smirked, as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt.

He let the shirt fall down from his left shoulder first, then the right, his fingers following the fabric and Yeosang had a hard time keeping focus. His body felt warm, especially in the spot where he and Seonghwa's bodies were pressed together, and it didn't help at all when the older began to grind slowly on top of him.

"You're acting like a horny teenager," Yeosang chuckled, but his hands did reach out to feel the older's body. And unfortunately it felt as good as any other day.

Their lips met, and Seonghwa's tongue was soon twirling around Yeosang's own. Yeosang hummed into the kiss, as he circled his fingers around the older's nipples, and Seonghwa instantly whined so sweetly at the touch.

"I... I just really want to go," Yeosang gasped with his head tilting back, as he broke the kiss, and he felt Seonghwa's hand slipping into his pants.

"Let's go some other time..." With Seonghwa sucking on his neck, and playing with him at the same time, Yeosang nearly forgot what they were talking about.

But, luckily he was stubborn enough to get right back on track with his thoughts - no matter how hard he already was.

"Seonghwa, what's the matter?" He asked, gently putting a hand against the older's chest to keep him at a fair distance, despite sitting right on top of him. "Why don't you want to go? You love Bali."

"Nothing," he smiled before kissing Yeosang softly on the lips. "Just work stuff. If you really want to go, we will go."

Yeosang smiled back, stroking his fingers through the older's dark hair. He had never thought there'd come a day where he would be excited to go on a trip with his husband, but he surely was now. Hopefully it would do their relationship good.

He looked at Seonghwa, at every pretty detail of the face he used to despise but now felt so mesmerized by, and down his well-toned body.

"But now," Seonghwa then smirked. "Fuck me on the table, before I leave for work."

♡

Much like Yeosang, Seonghwa had never seemed too impressed by Hwang Hyunjin - not back in high school, nor at a luxury resort in Bali. Yeosang even had to nudge his husband's arm multiple times, whenever the older would roll his eyes or snort loudly at a comment coming from Hyunjin - a behavior Park Seonghwa surely had never shown before.

But, Hyunjin was quite a lot to handle. He had strong opinions and a very dominant attitude - although those were things Yeosang wouldn't think could ever be a match for Seonghwa. Still, it had been too much for Seonghwa to even want to attend Hyunjin and Hongjoong's wedding two years ago.

The four of them had lunch together, brought to the private resort house Hongjoong and Hyunjin was staying in, and Yeosang felt relieved that he didn't have to pretend things were going fine between him and Seonghwa.

It didn't mean however, that he didn't get distracted and worried about something else right away - but he decided to stay quiet about it, until he and Hongjoong were alone.

"Yeosang! Let's go shopping," Hongjoong suggested after lunch was over.

Seonghwa and Hyunjin had sat down in the living room area, both with a glass of Scotch while talking about investments, and it seemed that the mood was slowly starting to lighten up.

"Hongjoong, can I ask you something? It's a bit personal..." When he and Hongjoong was walking through the resort to get to the car, Yeosang finally found a moment to address the elephant in the room.

"Of course!"

"Did you get another nose job?" It wasn't that obvious, but it was still enough for Yeosang to notice the change on his old best friend's face.

"I did, yes," Hongjoong started off sounding cheerful about it, he had had a few cosmetic 'corrections' over the years, and he usually didn't seem to care much about it.

But then, his shoulders dropped a bit, and he sighed heavily.

"Don't tell anyone I've told you this," he said, and he stopped walking to place a hand on Yeosang's shoulder. "I'm scared that Hyunjin doesn't love me anymore..."

"What? Why would you think that?"

"He's really changed these last few months. He's always worked a lot, but whenever he finally was home, he would be all over me no matter how tired he was. But recently, he's acted so strange. Like something is bothering him. He keeps saying it's just work stuff, but he's never acted this way because of work before. We barely even sleep together now... I keep thinking there's something wrong with me. Maybe because I'm getting older, maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore..."

Yeosang looked at his friend, and he felt his heart drop at the things Hongjoong was telling him. He didn't know much about the private details of Hongjoong's relationship, but he knew heartbreaking sadness when he saw it.

But as he was about to open his mouth to comfort Hongjoong, the hand on his shoulder was pulled away and Hongjoong continued walking. He swept the blonde hair away from his face, and looked over his shoulder.

"Are you coming? Oh, let's get a cocktail before shopping though!" Hongjoong said, and his voice was back to its usual cheerful tone.

With a nod, Yeosang followed him, when he suddenly realized that he had forgotten his sunglasses back at the resort house - and the sun was blinding.

"I forgot my sunglasses, I'll be right back!"

He walked back with fast steps, but he couldn't stop thinking about the thing Hongjoong had told him - and that sad look on his face.

He found his sunglasses on the table in the dining room, and was just about to leave when his ears picked up on the conversation the two husbands were having out on the balcony.

"Things finally seem to go better between you and pretty boy, hm?" he heard Hyunjin ask, and Yeosang's jaw dropped when he realized that while he himself had been living with their dark relationship secrets, Seonghwa had told them to others.

To Hwang Hyunjin, of all people.

"Yes," Seonghwa replied. "Actually, it's going really well."

The sudden frustration that had erupted inside Yeosang, was briefly washed away by the sincere and loving tone in Seonghwa's voice. But, it didn't last long.

"I guess he still doesn't know your little secret then?"

"In fact, he does." Seonghwa's voice deepened, in that way that had always made Yeosang shiver, because he knew how dangerously close it was to the older getting angry. "He knows about my needs and preferences now, he accepted it, and we are moving forward. Together."

"Oh, Seonghwa. I wasn't talking about that," Hyunjin scoffed mockingly. "Wonder what he would say, if he knew the reason why you didn't want to attend my wedding?"

♡