Mina
summary: Jiyong can't sleep. PWP. Pure fluff.
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Seunghyun is in the middle of a dream involving talking books, carrying around a baby, and hair so long he keeps tripping over it (sending little jolts of anxiety through him as he worries about dropping the baby) when Jiyong wakes him up.
"Hyung. Hyunggg."
"Mmm?" Seunghyun's dream is fading; all he can remember now is the weight on his hip and some garbled chattering.
"Hyung, I can't sleep."
"What?" Seunghyun is starting to process what Jiyong's saying, but he hasn't moved. His eyes are still closed, his body trying to stay asleep even as his brain perks up.
"I can't sleep."
Seunghyun's brow furrows, his eyes remaining firmly shut. "So you woke me up? Do you want to die?"
"Hyunggg."
Seunghyun feels something sharp on his earlobe and knows Jiyong must have pinched it. Groaning, he reaches out and pulls Jiyong against his chest, rolling over a bit to trap him there. He kisses what feels like his forehead. He still hasn't opened his eyes. "Just close your eyes and go back to sleep. It must be three in the morning."
Jiyong repositions his head so his mouth is free. "It's four," he says.
Another groan rumbles out of Seunghyun's chest. "We have to be up in three hours."
"I know," says Jiyong, squirming a bit. "That's why I want to get more sleep."
"So just close your eyes!"
"Yah, don't you think I've been trying?"
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Seunghyun asks.
"Well," Jiyong says, wiggling a bit more in Seunghyun's arms, "there's one thing that always tires me out..."
The mere suggestion sends warmth rushing south, but Seunghyun is too tired to move. He can feel his body already settling into sleep again. "So you just jack off like a normal person," he grumbles. "You don't wake a man up."
"Why would I jack off when my boyfriend is right next to me?" Seunghyun can hear the exaggerated pout in Jiyong's voice.
"I don't know, maybe because I'm not a sex robot who exists only to please you?" Seunghyun says.
He can tell immediately that his words were too stinging; Jiyong had gone still and quiet as he spoke. Then he pulls away, wriggling his way out of Seunghyun's arms.
Seunghyun's eyes flutter open at last. "Jiyongie, I didn't mean it like –"
"Is that what you think?" Jiyong asks, his eyes big as a doe's, shiny in the pre-dawn gloom. "That I just want you for sex?"
"No," says Seunghyun firmly. "I'm just tired," he says as his hand floats up to rub his eye.
"Because you know I love you, right?" Jiyong asks. He pulls close again, very close, his lips ghosting over Seunghyun's.
"I know," Seunghyun says, and is rewarded with a fat kiss on the mouth. Jiyong grins (that crazy, dazzling grin) and nudges Seunghyun gently so he rolls onto his back.
"And you know I'd do anything for you, right?" he ask.
"I know," Seunghyun repeats. Jiyong is straddling him now. It's all too clear that this will end just how Jiyong wants it to.
"And I don't want to have sex just because I want to go to sleep," he says.
"I know," Seunghyun says a third time.
