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Assistant: Title: I Woke Up to Your Voice
        Author: semanticreader semanticreader 
        Chapter: 18/18 
        Summary: (What happened after Suho woke up?)“Have you been well?”Sieun opened his mouth, but no sound came out. There was a huge lump in his throat.“Mhm,” he managed to hum in response.He saw Suho’s eyes shift to the friends standing quietly behind him. All three were watching them silently. They were aware of the heavy atmosphere, and they stood there carefully, even controlling their breathing so as not to disturb the moment.“Who are those behind you?”“My friends,” Sieun said, his voice hoarse and faint. He felt like he could cry at any second. Could Suho see the tears forming in his eyes even from this distance?“I’m glad,” Suho said, a faint smile appearing on his face. Sieun felt that he looked relieved.His breath caught. The weight of the air around him pressed down on his lungs. He took short, broken breaths. Now he was smiling too.Finally, he thought.
        Contents: Chapter 18: Shut Up
    

    


      
        
          
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    “Are you sure?” Suho’s voice came from deep within, like a man trying to pull himself back from the edge of a cliff. Sieun looked at him silently. From his expression, it was clear he didn’t have the strength to speak. His whole body trembled as if electric wires were running through him. Without lifting his head, his gaze found Suho’s eyes. Was he sure? Yes. He nodded quietly. In that moment, it was visible—Suho’s last restraints snapped. The lightning in his pupils seemed to light up something inside Sieun. Suho dropped to his knees on the couch in front of him, grabbing Sieun by the nape and pulling him close. His kiss was rough. As if he hadn’t had water for days and Sieun’s lips were the only source. His tongue moved inside his mouth, touching every corner. As Suho’s kiss pierced straight through him, Sieun resisted for a few seconds—not wanting to surrender—but his body had already made its decision. His fingers moved from Suho’s shoulders to his neck, pulling him closer. Suho’s warmth, weight, and touch—all of it muffled Sieun’s mind. Suho didn’t pull back. One of his hands slipped between Sieun’s waist and the couch, the other into his hair. His lips lowered to Sieun’s neck, pressing against his skin. A stifled but deep breath escaped from Sieun’s mouth. As if, in that moment, he wasn’t even sure of his own body. Holding him like that, Suho closed his eyes. His breath was still fast, but there was a quiet gratitude within it. “When you’re like this... I can’t hold myself back anymore,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, almost filled with anger—but the anger was directed at himself. He had never wanted him this much before. Sieun’s chest rose and fell rapidly. He tried to speak but no sound came out. His eyes were locked onto Suho’s. His lips parted, then closed again. But everything he couldn’t say was in his eyes. He didn’t stop him. This time, Suho slowed down. His lips traveled from Sieun’s chin to his neck, then to his collarbone. Every touch was careful, as if rediscovering a familiar place—but there was impatience too. When his fingers slid under Sieun’s t-shirt, Sieun shivered. He didn’t resist. He said nothing. He just reached for Suho’s hair, gently gripping it. He tugged slightly—he already knew Suho liked that. Just as he’d guessed, Suho’s eyes rolled back as he let out a moan. That sight alone sent blood rushing south in Sieun’s body. As Suho’s hands moved along his back, Sieun closed his eyes. Every nerve under his skin seemed to follow those fingers. When the t-shirt was pulled up, Sieun’s breath caught for a moment. But he didn’t resist. He didn’t pull back, lifting his arms to let the shirt fall away. Suho cupped his bare skin, pressing his hands like he wanted to leave a mark. Their lips met again, Suho’s bare stomach pressing against Sieun’s hips. Sieun pressed into him even more. His neck hurt from leaning forward, so he pulled back from Suho’s lips. Suho must have noticed that this position was uncomfortable, because he gently pushed Sieun by the chest to lay him back on the couch. Sieun now sat with his lower back in the air, shoulders resting on the couch. His eyes met Suho’s, filled with a quiet question. “If you don’t want this, stop me,” Suho said, his voice so deep it was almost someone else’s. He took one of Sieun’s hands and brought it to his own hair. “Don’t be afraid to hurt me. If anything feels wrong, pull away,” he continued, never once looking away. His hands moved to Sieun’s pants. Sieun had stopped thinking; he watched the scene before him with wide eyes. Was this really happening? Sieun’s breath caught in his throat. Suho’s voice, his words, his gaze... it all came crashing down on him at once. He didn’t say anything. Maybe he couldn’t. But his hand was still in Suho’s hair, and he hadn’t pulled him back. He hadn’t moved away. That alone was answer enough. Suho moved carefully. As his fingers reached the button of the pants, he kept his eyes on Sieun’s. Ready to stop at any moment, just waiting for a word, a flinch. But Sieun stayed silent—he was breathing, watching, trembling, but not retreating. The pants loosened slowly. Suho, with trembling fingers, lowered the zipper. Even though desire pushed him, he held onto his patience. This was one of those moments where everything felt both fast and slow at once. Sieun’s head tilted back. His eyes locked on a spot on the ceiling, but his mind wasn’t there. When Suho’s hands slid the pants past his hips, his body jerked involuntarily. But he didn’t make a sound. He reached for Suho’s shoulder, lightly digging in his nails, as if to anchor himself. The pants hadn’t come off completely; they only slid down to his knees. Suho placed his hands on both sides of Sieun’s hips, resting his forehead against Sieun’s chest. He took a deep breath. Drew in the heat radiating from his skin. Then he lifted his head and locked eyes with him again. “One last time,” he whispered now. “Do you really want this?” Sieun’s face faltered—a tremble, a surrender. His lips parted slightly. “I do,” he said. His voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible. But Suho had heard him. His eyes lit up for a second, then grew serious. There was no more doubt. Suho leaned in again. This time the kiss was slower, but deeper. His lips moved from Sieun’s mouth to his chin, then down to his chest. He was feeling every inch of skin beneath his hands, carefully exploring. Sieun’s fingers roamed through Suho’s hair and down his back; with every touch, he let himself go a little more. Suho slowly slid his head down, licking and kissing his br@@sts and belly. Sieun’s now fully erect p@n@s was bent over his stomach. His skin glistened with his wetness. Suho’s lips traveled around his stomach without touching his p@n@s. Sieun threw his head back and moaned, his eyes closed. Both hands were gripping Suho’s hair, but he didn’t pull, afraid that if he did, he’d stop. Suho’s wet tongue touched the tip of the p@n@s. Sieun’s hips lifted from his seat, his waist tensed like a spring. An uncharacteristically loud moan escaped his gaping mouth. He began to feel dizzy, his face flushed to the chest, shaking, gasping for breath. One hand gripped Sieun’s leg as Suho continued to lick and kiss the head of his p@n@s. Pulling his leg wide apart, he moved closer to the couch, pressing himself more and more against Sieun. Suddenly, he took the head of his p@n@s completely into his mouth and started sucking on it. Sieun was going crazy, just moaning and holding Suho’s hair tightly. As he tried to push himself against Suho, the hand on his thigh slipped to his buttocks and pinned him to the couch. He moaned in irritation but didn’t try to move. Suho slowly removed the hand he had placed on the couch. Starting at his chest, he slid it slowly. He grabbed the root of his p@n@s. Sieun watched the hand gripping him, the hand he had dreamed of all day, now where he needed it most. He pushed the free part of his p@n@s into his mouth. “Suho... Aggghh...” Sieun’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull. Suho’s head was moving up and down, his hand moving in circles, driving him crazy. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning as he looked at the sight before him. Suho was watching him, his eyes squinted and wet. It was like fireworks going off in Sieun’s brain, his whole body exploding in sparks. Suho’s movements became faster and faster, pulling his hand away, pressing himself down and taking his p@n@s in his mouth, all the way to the root. Sieun felt his hardness enter his throat. His hands were moving from Suho’s hair to his back to his arms, not knowing what to do.  Suho kept taking him into his mouth without stopping. His eyes were teary, his lips red and wet. His hair was a mess from Sieun’s hands. He looked so good. He was kneeling in front of Sieun, ready to do anything to make him feel better. Sieun could feel the end coming, he couldn’t stop moving his hips up and down. Suho’s mouth let go, sucking the tip one last time. Sieun made a sound like he was going to cry, grabbed Suho’s hair and tried to pull him back to where he was. Suho smiled wickedly. “Sieun-ah, are you close? I want to make you c@m like this,” he said, his voice forked and sounding aroused. “I want you to f@ck my mouth, use me however you want,” there was a pleading underneath the confidence and horniness in his voice. Sieun had caught it. “Come on baby, do what you want,” he said. Sieun could do nothing but moan. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. His eyes were foggy and his body was trembling. He ran his trembling hands through Suho’s hair once more. Slowly pulled his head towards his p@n@s. He saw the smirk on Suho’s lips but didn’t stop. Suho parted his lips and took him into his mouth again. Sieun’s hips started to move again. He was pushing himself into Suho’s mouth. He couldn’t stop, the strap was already broken. Slowly he felt a warmth growing from his whole body to his p@n@s. He was about to come. Suho kept his head still, letting Sieun f@ck his mouth, not taking his eyes off him for a second. Sieun tried to push him away by pulling his hair, “Suho.... Aaghh... C@m- aaghh...” Suho pushed himself harder, his gaze saying, I want you to c@m in my mouth. Sieun couldn’t take it any longer, his whole body tingled and went into a wave of pleasure. He shuddered and began to c@m. His hot s@m@n flowed into Suho’s mouth, meeting his tongue. Sieun was still crying. His hands slid to Suho’s shoulders, his hips dropped to the couch. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. There was a ringing in his ears, his whole body was the consistency of jelly. Suho sucked one last time, then pulled his lips away with a pop. He swallowed without hesitation, his gaze on Sieun. “Are you okay?” he asked, his throat clearly irritated. Sieun was in no state  to answer him. He just nodded. Suho rose from his knees and stood up, heading towards Sieun’s room. Sieun just watched behind him. He came back a few seconds later with wet wipes in his hand. He knelt in front of him again and started to clean him. When he was done, he pulled his pants and boxers back up and tidied him up. Sieun was grateful. He felt his heart squeeze with a warm feeling. He felt so intensely for Suho that for a moment he wanted to cry, but he restrained himself. Suho sat next to him on the couch after he was done. Sieun’s head turned to look at him. His gaze lingered on his face and then drifted downwards. He had forgotten one thing, Suho hadn’t even touched himself. He was still hard, even through his pants, impossible to miss. Sieun straightened up a little and threw himself into his lap with the last of his strength. “What are you doing?” Suho asked, laughing but sounding surprised. Sieun said nothing, his hands went to his pants button. Suho took his hands in one hand, “Sieun-ah, you don’t have to do anything. I didn’t do it because I had expectations,” he said. Sieun took a deep breath and pushed Suho’s hand away. “Shut up,” he said, his voice still shaking and hoarse, but clear. Suho stared at him. His gaze shifted to Sieun’s hand. He opened his pants and watched his fingers slip into his boxers. As soon as his fingers found his p@n@s, Suho shuddered and moaned as if electrocuted. Sieun wasted no time and pulled his p@n@s out of his boxers and started pulling. He didn’t have much experience in this and it was the first time he was doing it to someone other than himself, but Suho was ecstatic. His head fell back on the back of the couch and his hands gripped Sieun’s hips tightly. As he pushed his hips against Sieun’s hand, Sieun was lifted up in his lap. “Sieun-ah... I don’t think I can-  last long... mmgghh,” he said between gasps and moans. Sieun just watched him. He looked so good. His hair messy,  lips red, eyes teary. For Sieun, the sight alone was enough to get him aroused again, but he pushed all thoughts away. All that mattered was making Suho feel good. He pressed his lips to Suho’s. Suho pulled back, startled. “Sieun-ah, baby... I just had my mouth on your p@n@s, you don’t want to kiss me,” he said. “Why are you talking so much? Shut up and c@m in my hand,” he said, sounding a little annoyed, but really it was just that he was p@ss@d at Suho’s rambling. With a moan Suho grabbed the back of Sieun’s neck with one hand and pressed their lips together. They kissed wet and hard. Sieun sped up his hand and pressed himself against Suho. The p@n@s in his hand twitched. “Cuming- mmgghh...” And Suho came. Sieun watched as the body beneath him jerked and c@m. He looked down at the hot liquid flowing from his p@n@s into his hand. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Suho had c@m so much that Sieun’s whole hand had turned white. Suho kissed Sieun one last time and let himself fall back. His breaths were deep and his eyes were closed. Sieun reached behind him to the coffee table and wiped them with a wet wipe. Sieun set the wet wipe down on the coffee table and turned back to Suho. Suho’s eyes were closed, but his breathing had begun to even out. A faint smile still lingered at the corner of his lips. Sieun looked at him for just a few seconds. The strands of hair falling beside his eyes, the red marks on his neck, the slight tremble in his fingers… He had never seen him like this before. Something loosened in the center of his chest at that moment. As if he had never truly breathed before, and now—only now—he was noticing the air filling his lungs. He slowly reached out his fingers toward Suho’s hand. The distance between them was small, but for Sieun, the meaning was vast. When Suho noticed his fingers, he opened his eyes slightly. There was a trace of sleepiness in them, but when he saw what was in front of him, his lips curved again. “Hey,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Hey,” Sieun murmured back. Quiet, but full. They didn’t speak for a while. Silence was strange—not uncomfortable, but the opposite. It was as if they both wanted to get lost in it. As if the whole world had been trapped within this couch, within this moment. Suho turned his head and looked at Sieun. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, his voice serious. Sieun shook his head. “No. It felt good,” he said. But there was a fragile softness in his voice. “Should we go to bed?” Then Suho slowly straightened up. Gesturing toward the room, he said, “Go lie down if you want. Your legs are shaking—I noticed.” Sieun lowered his head but didn’t avert his eyes this time. He quietly stood up. He didn’t even think about putting anything on—as if, in that moment, there was nothing left beyond their nakedness. When he lay down in bed, Suho just stared after him for a while. Then he turned off the lamp and came to lie beside him. As the light faded, the shadows grew, but they could still see each other. Like two bodies already used to the dark, they found each other instantly. Suho lay down in silence. He simply reached out and wrapped an arm around Sieun’s waist. Sieun didn’t make a sound, but his body curled toward Suho. As if he had been waiting for days to repeat this exact motion, he rested his forehead against Suho’s chest, naturally. Their breaths slowed. Heartbeats blended together. Suho buried his face into Sieun’s hair. For a moment, his lips brushed his forehead, but he didn’t kiss him. He just stayed there. As if trying to take refuge in the place he touched. One of Sieun’s arms wrapped around Suho’s back. His fingers unconsciously traced along his spine, then stopped. He didn’t do anything more. They just stayed like that. Intertwined, silent. As if they weren’t trying to fall asleep—but to slowly melt into one another. Until morning, only their breathing was heard. And that embrace—safer than anything else. °°° By morning, that same soft silence had seeped into the house again. The sun filtered in through the curtains, leaving a pale light in the room. The air was still—not warm, not cold—but the traces of last night’s warmth still lingered on their skin. This time, Suho had woken up first. He was watching Sieun’s face as he lay next to him. His hair was tousled; a few strands clung to his forehead, gently rising and falling with each breath. The usual coldness on his face was gone now. There was a clarity brought on by sleep—a surrender. And maybe this was Suho’s favorite version of him. A Sieun who still carried silence like a refuge, but no longer ran from it. He reached out his hand gently. Let his fingers trace over Sieun’s cheek. He only touched lightly. Not to avoid waking him—but out of gratitude for being able to touch him at all. When Sieun opened his eyes, he found Suho’s gaze right in front of him. He didn’t seem surprised or embarrassed. Only his eyes grew a little deeper. “Have you been awake long?” he asked, his voice hoarse, thick with sleep. Suho shook his head. “I was just watching you.” Sieun rolled his eyes slightly, but there was a softness on his face. “It’s a weird habit.” Suho smiled. “When you’re asleep… you’re less scary.” Sieun didn’t reply. He just turned and rested against Suho’s chest. Warmth spread between them again. Silence returned, but this time it wasn’t tense. Suho drew slow circles on Sieun’s back with the tips of his fingers. They didn’t speak for a long while. Then Suho’s voice broke the quiet. “If I hadn’t held myself back… we wouldn’t have slept at all last night.” Sieun lifted his head. His eyes drifted to Suho’s lips, then back to his eyes. “You don’t have to hold back,” he said simply. A flicker lit up in Suho’s eyes—genuine, peaceful, and still a little surprised. “Did you really say that?” “I’m asleep,” Sieun said, resting his head back on Suho’s chest. But the tone in his voice belonged neither to sleep nor escape. Suho gave a quiet laugh. But it was contained. He only pulled Sieun closer against him. And that morning, nothing else happened. No urgency, no past, no anxiety crept in. There was only the touch of skin against skin. The thrum of heart against heart. And in that silence— For maybe the first time— They were whole, together. 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          if only that couch could speakk!!hope you like this chapter<3waiting for your comments😔<3'
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