unknownballad | ❝ Winter Wonderland ❞

"You exist," he sighed. Ah, but there's such intensity in his voice, in those words. "That's enough."

Dropping his hand back into the water, Yohan looped his arms around Bae's waist, then graced him with a smile. "All you have to do is exist here with me. That's all I need for you to do." The smile grows smaller but no less affectionate. How could it be anything but that? So full of that obsessive kind of love that most people might see as dangerous (to Bae or Yohan, who knows?).

"Isn't it nice being here without anyone else to distract us?"

Just exist. It was all Yohan wanted. He could do that. He could exist and be his boy. His Bae. Leaning into him, he tilted his head before wiggling closer to get more under the water for a bit. Time to warm up.

"I like when it's just us." Because he could get shy about others seeing them in intimate moments. Even if only accidentally. But he could just be relaxed now. Enjoy trying to be sexy even if he felt he was bad at it.

"May I give you a surprise?"

That earned a cheeky grin. "Only if it's a nice surprise."

Bae have a little giggle then suddenly threw his arms around him to give him a lingering kiss. He didn't have anything to give him, Yohan knew that. But this? This he could do and gladly!

Yohan could be shameless when he wanted to be. He didn't care if there was an audience around most of the time. But not with Bae. Bae was just for him. And, well, he gets a bit shy when others were around. Yohan did enough of making him uncomfortable in the beginning. He's done with doing that intentionally now.

Instead, he wanted to savor this moment alone with his lover. The feel of his body pressed close, his wet skin, both warm and cold depending how he sat in the water. Yohan's fingers splayed wide, moving up and down the boy's back as his pressed his tongue between those pretty lips for a deeper taste.

When he pulled away, Yohan's tongue darted over lips, a wicked smile pulling at them. His hands slid down Bae's back, lower and lower to cup his ass and jerk him even closer still.

"Are you trying to turn me on?"

Yohan had a way of devouring his mouth that was so exciting. It caused a moan to slip from his mouth and the shuddered. Followed quickly by a yelp when he felt those hands yank him closer. Then he smiled a little.

"No." He hadn't even thought about that but... "Is it working?"

Yohan chuckled, leaning in to press a playful kiss to the tip of Bae's nose.

"It is. But you never have to do much to get me there, darling."

It was working. He hadn't even been trying but it was working. Bae smiled as his nose was kissed.

"Um... Then I lied and I was trying really hard." Which was the actual lie but he loved being playful with Yohan when they were alone like this.

He's never more relaxed than he is when they're alone. Yes, there are times when Bae has to work to calm him down or get him out of his head. It wasn't always easy to get Yohan to let go of his responsibilities and his worries, but somehow, Bae always managed it. Here, with no business to keep him focused, to keep him moving his chess pieces it's so much easier to simply be present with his lover.

Another puffed, airy laugh. Normally, Yohan hated when people tried to lie to him. But in a playful situation like this, he didn't mind it. And only from his Bae.

"I'd like to see you try even harder," he purred quietly.

Oh. Well. He didn't have good skills in that. At least he didn't think so. Blinking, he opened his mouth then closed it before giving Yohan a pout.

"That's not fair. You're the one good at seducing."

He leaned in to give him a sort of playful kiss. But it was true. Yohan was amazing at it. Bae? He tried but he never felt he did well.

"Am I?" There's a playful note in his voice. He's sure he is, but he doesn't care about seducing anyone other than the young man before him. His sweet little obsession. Leaning in for that playful kiss, Yohan nudged his nose against Bae with a content smile. He only ever smiles this much with Bae.

"I must be if I managed to win you," he added. He lifted his hands from the water, cupping Bae's face between them as the only warning before he closed the space for a deeper, more serious kiss. Yohan's tongue swept into the familiar terrain of his lover's mouth, teasing at the resident muscle in quiet encouragement.

Before Yohan he'd never felt special. He was just someone from the streets with no name or memories. No one important or interesting. But Yohan made him feel like he was both of those, like he was capable of so much. Bae even smiled now before leaning into the kiss and giving himself to his lover.

Yohan really had seduced him. Claimed him. And Bae never wanted that to change. As long as he could belong to this man now? Well he knew that he would be happy.

Even as his lungs burned for air, he only whimpered for more. He was addicted to this man with no desire to quit.

Bae is special to Yohan. He's the only person Yohan can claim to care about. Other people? Tools, assets, pawns in the game. Nothing to him. Those things come and go, they can be replaced. Not Bae. Bae was real, his chosen companion, the only person he couldn't and wouldn't live without.

Yohan broke the kiss gasping for air. But his hands slid back into Bae's hair to keep him from putting any additional distance between them. Pressing their foreheads together, Yohan takes a moment to savor breathing in Bae's breath. Bae was his, every part of him. Could he possibly have imagined that would be the case that fateful night he saved Yohan's life?

"I'm so hungry for you," he finally murmured.

That declaration made him bite his lip a little. His lover was hungry for him. It made him shiver to think about it. And in the end...

"Please devour me. I like when you do."

Loved it even.

Please. Always so polite. The only person Yohan would tolerate making demands of him, and yet Bae never demands. He asks. Not that Yohan doesn't appreciate his manners. They're sweet, like his boy, and only make him more endeared.

Curling his fingers in Bae's hair, Yohan let his manicured nails scrape lightly, teasingly across his scalp as he drew him into another kiss. It's slow and purposeful, exploring as much as it's savoring the familiar taste of his lover. As it deepens, Yohan lets a hand slip down Bae's back, following the column of his spine until his fingers dip into the crevice between his ass cheeks. He knew Bae's body so well he could find exactly what he was looking for in his sleep.

Those deft finger tips brushed against Bae's entrance, light and teasing. Without a proper lube, Yohan had to take his time. Hunger as he did for Bae, he didn't mind going slow and drawing this out. It was better than potentially hurting the only person he gives a shit about.

The kiss already would make him weak in the knees. But then on top of that the fingers were questing in the most perfect place. It made him whimper and whine into his mouth, his body pressing tighter to him. Threading his fingers into his hair, he kissed back eagerly, wanting him and everything he could give.

There was a reason he asked to be devoured after all. Yohan knew his body better than he even knew it himself. Bae knew it would sing if this man played with it and he hungered for it often.

They’ve spent so much time exploring each other; Yohan learning what makes Bae sing, what makes him whimper, what makes him plead for more, more, more. Perhaps Bae was learning as much about himself as he was about Yohan, given the amnesia. Or, rather, his body was remembering what it might already know. Whatever the case, it wasn’t important. Bae sitting astride him, Bae submitting to Yohan’s desire for him, that’s what mattered.

Breaking away when his lungs burned for air, Yohan panted softly against his liver’s lips. Dark, heavy-lidded eyes peered at the boy with unmasked hunger. There were times Yohan felt the weight of all his wants, all his ambitions. The burning he feels for Bae made everything else ash. He sucked in a few quick sips of breath before trailing molten hot kisses along Bae’s jaw, nipping at one ear before making his way down the slender column of his throat.

And all the while his fingers worked that hidden ring of muscle, massaging with gentle pressure until it yielded and allowed him entrance. Yohan groaned as Bae’s body opened up to him, wiggling the first finger inside that feverish hot channel. His already hard cock jumped in its eagerness to be enveloped inside Bae once more.

Yohan’s free hand untangled from Bae’s hair. It slid over is shoulder, across his chest, and down to claim another prize. Bae’s skin felt hot and slick from the water. But his dick felt even hotter once those deft fingers curled around it. They pumped him in slow, languid strokes – just enough to keep his interest up until they got to the main show.

The moment he felt that finger press into him, he gasped and arched his back, a soft cry following. It wasn't the most comfortable since they lacked lube out here. But Bae didn't care and didn't want to ask for any. He fully trusted Yohan to take his time to make this feel good. It made it so easy for him to relax and enjoy the feel of being claimed. And combine that with that big hand wrapping around him too?

It was no wonder that Bae was clinging tighter to his boyfriend's hair, whining for him as he rolled his hips to somehow get both things at once. When he felt safe he was never one to hide his feelings when he felt good. And in this moment? He felt better than amazing.

"P-please. More. I need..." Those hands. Yohan. Everything. All at once and then some more after that. No one else could make him feel like this and he needed it so badly.

“Patience, my darling, he sighed against the crook of Bae’s neck. Oh, but he could taste his lover’s desire, that burning, bone-deep need that matched his own. He tasted it in the salt on the boy’s sweat slicked skin, felt it in each movement, heard in every puff of breath.

“I don’t want to hurt you by rushing.”

Bae’s the only person who would ever hear such words from Yohan’s lips. Yohan would maim or kill anyone if it suited him to. But Bae? No, he wouldn’t do anything more to harm him than he’s already done in the past.

“It’s hard for me to wait, too. Feeling you like this makes me crazy.”

His hands stayed busy while he spoke: one continuing to stroke Bae’s dick and the other working to loosen that tight ring of muscle enough to accommodate a second and, eventually, a third finger.

He knew that Yohan was right. He always was about him. From the start, even before he'd fallen for the man, this was someone who really understood him and his body. That what he needed was more important than what he wanted. Bae sometimes still struggled with both but he'd learned to trust that Yohan had his best interests at heart. Even now as he whined softly for him, he still placed himself fully in the man's capable hands to get him ready.

There was a discomfort that came from being prepared with only water like this. He didn't mind it though. Not even when that third finger pushed the stretch further. Water splashed a little on the edges from him moving but Bae really didn't notice.

Instead he captured the lips of his lover with his own. He had to wait for his dick to be inside of him, true. But he didn't have to wait for those lips to be on his own again. That he could seek out right now and have. That he was sure of.

Waiting is something Yohan’s grown used to. Never idly, though. No, he’s always taking steps toward some goal. That doesn’t mean he enjoys the waiting. Especially when he’s waiting to have his lover.

Yohan leans in to meet that kiss, moaning into Bae’s mouth shamelessly. Bae’s adjusting well enough, but Yohan won’t rush. Instead he’ll keep stretching the boy, twisting and curling his fingers between probing thrusts. At the same time, he presses his tongue into Bae’s mouth, teasing the resident muscle. Only when he needs air does Yohan pull away.

And withdraws his fingers from that much-desired body and slips it to Bae’s hip. A slight guidance so he can position his aching dick against Bae’s hole.

“Ready,” he breathes out.

He was breathless and needy, desperately wanting to have his lover inside of him. So when he felt the position shift, he let out a soft whine. "Please..."

Bae had been ready for ages even if his body had needed preparation. It was how he always felt with Yohan though. Hungry and needy. Desperate for everything he had to offer him. Knowing now that he was finally going to fill him? It made him whimper with need as he rocked his hips to try and get them down to have Yohan inside him finally.

"Please, Yohan..."

That's all he needs to hear. Yohan shifts his hips, groaning as he breaches his lover's body. In spite of being in the hot tub, being inside Bae feels even hotter. Yohan's lips part in a long moan, head tipping back slightly. A hand slides along Bae's torso, up over his throat, until he tilts the boy's head back and thumbs along his lips.

"Ah, that's right, darling. Take what you want."

He wasn't sure when he first loved when Yohan called him darling. But it always made him feel so good to hear it. Shuddering from feel of that hand on him as much as the name, he nodded. Eventually he'd need help because he never could keep himself moving for long. Yohan's stamina and strength were just far superior to his. Still, he did his best now as he rested his hands on his shoulders and started to move his hips.

Moaning loud, Bae pressed himself close as he took what he wanted just as he'd been told to. They had sex all the time and yet he never would get enough of it. Not ever.

Yohan doesn't expect Bae to lead their dance for long. Not only because he knows his stamina is greater, but also simply sitting and being ridden makes him mad with want. It's just not possible for him to be still and passive for long. Even as Bae began to move, Yohan sighs and his body moves to meet him on sheer instinct.

His hips rock up as Bae sinks down, pulling a blissful moan from Yohan's lips. Those lips seek out Bae's sweat-damp skin, trialing molten hot kisses over his collar bones and throat. Strong hands caress the planes of his back, down then up again until his fingers curl around the boy's shoulders to pull him down harder.

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