As soon as Hanbin heard the doorbell, he ran out of his kitchen, almost slipping on the hardwood floor on his way. He paused by the mirror in the hallway and adjusted his hair, but he gave up as soon as he heard Hao's voice call his name through the door, Gyuvin's voice echoing shortly thereafter.

Hanbin swung the front door of his apartment open and Hao immediately crashed into him, forcing Hanbin to stagger backwards. Hanbin laughed and wrapped his arms around Hao, stroking his back through his jacket. Gyuvin came in from the side and wrapped his long arms around them both, and they all rejoiced in a three-way hug that had long been overdue.

After releasing his arms, Gyuvin bent down to pick up the phone that had fallen out of Hao's pocket in all the commotion, but Hao wasn't at all concerned, still totally locked in place around Hanbin.

“I’m just gonna… put this here,” Gyuvin said under his breath, tucking the phone into Hao's jacket pocket and awkwardly sidestepping around the couple.

Gyuvin sniffed the air. “Hyung! What smells so good?!”

Hanbin lifted his head from Hao's shoulder and looked over at Gyuvin, who had wandered into the kitchen.

“Gege,” he whispered to Hao, kissing his ear lobe. “I gotta finish cooking.”

“No,” Hao pouted, shaking his head.

“But I'm making Pad Thai.”

Hao sighed, relinquishing his hold. Before letting Hanbin go entirely, he held Hanbin's face in both hands and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.

Gyuvin was making sure their meal wasn't getting burnt when Hanbin managed to trot into the kitchen, Hao right behind him, lips swollen and face flush. He was smiling in that way that only Hanbin could make him smile.

“Thank you, Gyuvinnie,” Hanbin said, turning off the burner and grabbing the dishes he'd set to the side to start playing the meal.

“Sure,” Gyuvin replied. Then he laughed a little, spotting the way Hao was fixing the state of Hanbin's necklace so that the clasp was at the back of his neck, not the front. “You guys are always the same.”

“You aren't sick of us?” Hanbin asked, grinning as he plated their food. His mouth was watering at the sights and smells of the meal he'd gotten better and better at cooking as time went by. He was now officially proud to be serving it to two of the people he loved most in the world.

“I mean…define ‘sick’?” Gyuvin teased, giggling and attacking Hanbin with a side hug when Hanbin tried to poke him in the stomach.

“I’m glad you could make it,” Hanbin said to the younger man, smiling up at him once Gyuvin released his arms.

“Me too, hyung.”

Hao was sitting at the table, looking a little tired and staring off into space; but as soon as he met Hanbin's gaze, when Hanbin and Gyuvin entered the dining area, Hao's whole face brightened, and he clapped his hands as his plate was set down in front of him.

“Yay! I'm so hungry! Thank you, Binnie,” Hao cheered, watching his boyfriend as he set down their plates and poured Zero Cola into their glasses.

“Yes, thank you, hyung!” Gyuvin chimed in, taking his seat next to Hao.

“Of course, of course!” Hanbin smiled, sitting next to Gyuvin and scooting his chair closer to the table. His whisker dimples were deep and adorable, his natural blush deepening. “It's always my pleasure.”

The three men ate and caught up, exchanging stories and laughter between bites of Pad Thai and sips of Zero Cola. It had been a while since the three of them shared a home-cooked meal like this. Hanbin couldn't help but recall all the nights they spent in their old WakeOne dorm; the three of them (plus SamSam, who Yujin was taking care of at present) eating, playing video games, watching TV, having serious and not so serious conversations. It all felt like it was forever ago, and like it was yesterday. Hanbin wished that they didn't have to be so far apart these days, but he really felt it in that moment, how absence makes the heart grow fonder.

After a good 20 minutes, Hao leaned back in his chair, his plate only partially cleared. Hanbin knew what that meant, and he met Hao's eyes, which said everything without a single word.

“Gyuvin,” Hanbin said, and the younger man looked up from his phone, having finished his second serving a few minutes ago. He'd been trying to find something on his phone to show to Hanbin, but had been struggling to locate it.

Hanbin cleared his throat. “Would you mind… stepping out for a bit?”

Gyuvin knew the drill; but, as always, he couldn't bring himself to be anything but teasing: “Fine, fine… But give me a big hug first, hyung!”

Hanbin swallowed. “I don't think that's a good idea, Gyuvin-ah.”

“Just a quick one!” Gyuvin stood up, and Hao watched, struggling not to laugh.

Hanbin shook his head. “Gyuvin-ah, I really don't—”

“Hyuuung!” Gyuvin whined, and stood next to Hanbin's chair, arms outstretched. “Just one hug! Pleeeease! We hardly get to see each other these days.”

Gyuvin gave Hanbin his biggest puppy dog eyes, and Hanbin was done for.

Hanbin sighed, his face burning as he stood. When they hugged, Gyuvin did his best to pull Hanbin fully against him, and Hanbin did his best to keep his lower half a good distance away. Gyuvin laughed and let Hanbin go. He was still trying to catch his breath as went to get his shoes on.

“Text me when I can come back!” Gyuvin called out.

“You might want to get a taxi back to the dorm,” Hao replied, and Hanbin looked down at the floor, face and ears utterly red.

Gyuvin sighed heavily. “Fine. Be that way.”

“I sent you the taxi money already,” Hao called out. “And some extra money for ice cream.”

Gyuvin ran back into the room. First he hugged Hao, who was in the process of stretching his arms over his head after standing up from his chair. Then Gyuvin gave Hanbin a hug from behind, and Hanbin laughed when Gyuvin kissed him on the cheek.

“Be safe and have fun, you two!” Gyuvin called out, once he was on his way out the door. They both agreed that they would be, and then the door shut.

Hanbin had barely turned to look in Hao's direction when the older was wrapping his arms around Hanbin, hugging him tightly.

“Oh!” Hao said softly, glancing down at the non-existent space between their bodies. “That's why you didn't want to hug our Gyuvinnie,” Hao laughed, feeling the very prominent bulge in Hanbin's sweatpants against his own groin.

Hanbin sighed, heading tilting forward. “I didn't want to traumatize him… again.”

Hao wrapped his arms around Hanbin's neck. “Always so thoughtful, our Hanbinnie.” Then, in a lower voice, his eyes trailing over the soft pink of Hanbin's lips, “My Hanbinnie.”

Hanbin nodded, raising his head and resting his forehead against Hao’s, wrapping his arms around Hao's waist. “My gege.”

After a brief moment of eye contact, maybe a single breath, Hanbin was bending down and picking Hao up.

“Careful!” Hao cringed inwardly, afraid for their safety given how fast Hanbin was moving towards his bedroom.

“You always say that, and I always am,” Hanbin replied, smirking as he tossed Hao onto the bed.

Hao squealed when he bounced on the mattress, catching his breath as he watched Hanbin tear off his own clothes before doing the same to Hao's.

“The lights,” Hao pouted, just before Hanbin could connect their lips.

Hanbin rolled his eyes in mild protest, nipping at the tip of Hao's nose playfully before pushing off the bed. He flicked off the overhead light and turned on the lamp in the corner of the room, the warm light casting the room in a romantic sort of glow.

“Better?” Hanbin asked, ruffling his own hair as he approached the bed once more.

Hao nodded, eyes taking up and down Hanbin's naked body. Before Hanbin could say anything, Hao spread and folded up his legs. He bit his lip, watching as Hanbin came closer and pulled Hao to the edge of the bed, kneeling beside it.

“Kiss me,” Hao said, frowning slightly at how far away Hanbin's mouth was from his own.

“Of course,” Hanbin murmured, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on Hao's inner thighs.

“On my mouth,” Hao whined, and Hanbin grunted when Hao grabbed him by the hair and pulled, trying to bring him up for a kiss on the lips. Hanbin wasn't deterred, however, biting Hao's inner thigh enough to leave a mark.

Hao hissed and loosened his grip as Hanbin kissed down and over, until his lips were ghosting over Hao's pretty, pink rim.

“You didn't stretch yourself out for me?” Hanbin inquired, licking a full stripe over the tightly puckered flesh.

“No… I wanted you to… do it… Oh fuck.” Hao moaned and his head fell back when Hanbin's tongue pushed all the way inside of him. Hao would never get over how long and warm Hanbin's tongue was.

Hao took a deep breath, feeling the way Hanbin was starting to curl and flex his tongue against his walls. “Please, Bin-ah.”

Hanbin didn't need to be asked twice. He folded Hao's body even more so in half, his knees by his head; it was harder for Hao to take full breaths, but easier for Hao to see the crazy look in Hanbin's eyes as he ate his boyfriend out, hungry and relentless.

Hao felt one of Hanbin's fingers join his tongue, and Hao cried out, eyes rolling back at the sensation. Not even a few seconds later, a second finger entered alongside the first. Hao could feel Hanbin's drool dripping down his lower back.

“Bin-ah, I'm— I'm so close,” Hao warned, his body starting to jerk and twist.

At Hao's words, Hanbin immediately withdrew his tongue and repositioned Hao so he was lying flat on his back. He sat between Hao's legs, stroking his own cock up and down as he continued to finger Hao’s ass.

Hanbin added a third finger and Hao's walls tightened their grip, making Hanbin's jaw tense, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

“More,” Hao begged, voice small and tearful. “Please.”

Hanbin took out his fingers, reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. He squirted lube all over his cock, smearing it somewhat haphazardly over Hao's rim as well. He got on top of Hao and pressed his cock head against Hao's entrance, breathing shakily.

Hao cried out when Hanbin started to push inside, Hanbin's size never failing to test his limits. Despite—or perhaps because of their minimal prep—Hao was incredibly tight, but Hanbin didn't pull out or hesitate or complain. He just kissed Hao on the lips, working his cock inside, little by little.

It took several minutes for Hanbin to finally bottom out. Hao's face was red and wet with tears at that point, and he was begging Hanbin to fuck him, over and over, in Korean and Mandarin. It made Hanbin feel insane.

“Please,” Hao sobbed, weakly swallowing, tears running down both sides of his face and into his hair. “I need more.”

“That's all of me,” Hanbin replied, looking down between them and feeling a headrush at the sight of where their bodies were connected.

“Move!” Hao practically yelled, eyes wide and almost feverish. His nails dug into Hanbin's back and Hanbin cursed, feeling the newly broken skin sting in the open air.

Hanbin bore all his weight down onto Hao, pounding into him hard and deep; the heat and grip of Hao's walls was so needed, so all-consuming; Hanbin started drooling, utterly delirious with desire, with love.

“Yes!” Hao moaned, shaking and clenching hard as he came; his moans, his screams, swallowed by Hanbin's.

“Shhh,” Hanbin tried gently, pulling back slightly. But Hao shook his head, wordlessly crying as his orgasm continued to shatter through him.

Hanbin had planned on lasting much longer, but that was an impossibility at this point. He slowed down his thrusts, kissing Hao deeply as he fucked him through his own orgasm.

The familiar feeling of Hanbin's cum filling Hao made them both moan into each other's mouths, and Hao used his arms and legs, fighting through his oversensitivity to keep Hanbin deep inside him.

After a minute or so of silence, Hao was still holding Hanbin tightly, though Hanbin could tell that Hao's limbs had lost some of their strength.

Not wanting Hao to overdo it, Hanbin murmured, “Hey… I'm not going anywhere.”

Hao's arms and legs flopped out onto the bed, and Hanbin laughed at the exhaustion that suddenly took over Hao's features. Hanbin would definitely have bruises and scratchmarks all over his back and shoulders for the next few days, and that pleased Hanbin very much.

Hanbin played with Hao's hair, noting the faint pink tint to Hao's cheeks as he looked into Hanbin's eyes. Hanbin's cock had started to soften after his release, but he wouldn't be surprised if it started getting hard again.

Hao opened his mouth, then closed it. Hanbin patiently waited; he always Hao as much time as he needed to form his words.

“You're my forever,” Hao murmured at last, his eyes shining with new tears.

Hanbin swallowed, his throat feeling thicker than before. “You're my forever.”

“I love you,” Hao said.

“I love you, too,” Hanbin replied.