2.20 ARTIFICIAL LOVE: Let’s get married**

warning: nsfw

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Siwoo cries out and it's probably a good thing he lives in such an upscale apartment because soundproofing is actually a thing. His virgin walls stretch to accommodate for the large member that spears his hole. He breaks out into sweat. It hurts. And he loves it.

The idol is a sight to behold, his hole stretching around Beomseok's length, pale skin flushed and cock dripping with lust. His hands claw at Beomseok's thighs, wanton fervor clouding his face. His expression is pained but the sounds that leave his lips are keening and full of desire. Still, Beomseok pauses and lets his partner adjust. 

Siwoo seems to realize this belatedly and makes a face of disapproval. But before he gets the chance to scold, Beomseok dips in and captures his lips. Saliva is exchanged, breath hot, hands clammy, roaming. "Are you okay?" Beomseok asks with a soft voice.

Siwoo pouts but also smiles. "What if I told you that I'll die if you don't rail me harder?"

Beomseok scowls, "Cheeky dumbass."

Siwoo laughs but his laughter turns into a squeak when Beomseok suddenly jostles the heat inside of him. This time there's no mercy. Beomseok pounds into him, punishing and fast, seeking that inevitable climb.

"A-Ahhh! Yes, that's it." Siwoo tosses his head back, his legs wrapping around Beomseok's waist encouraging. There are filthy sounds that fill the room and Beomseok works blossoming marks all over Siwoo's throat and shoulder. 

Beomseok can't help himself and bits down just below the jut of Siwoo's Adam's Apple. Hot inner walls clench around Beomseok's cock and fuck, it feels like heaven. "Fuck, you're amazing," Beomseok says between thrusts, his breath heavy and hoarse. "You sure you're a virgin? Damn slut."

Siwoo's chest vibrates, lashes fluttering with parted lips. He grips onto Beomseok like he's his lifeline. He drinks in the filthy insults like they're compliments. "Y-Yeah," he whimpers, "I'm a dirty whore. I'm a dirty whore for Beomseok-ah."

Beomseok feels his ears heat and he hides his embarrassment with fake aggression, "Shut up!" And bites down on plush lips before slipping his tongue inside for a passionate kiss. Siwoo whines loudly his hand reaching up to grab his tattooed biceps and Beomseok—

Beomseok can't get enough. He continues the pace, punishing and fast, and finds himself mesmerized by the way that Siwoo's cock bounced between their bodies. The pleasure mounts and he reaches for the discarded bottle of lube.

"What are you…?" Siwoo asks, dazed with pleasure and Beomseok answers him wordlessly when he dumps the cold liquid all over the idol's dick. He yelps from the sudden chill, goosebumps are all over his flesh, and Beomseok grins.

"Sorry," except he's not sorry at all. A tattooed hand reaches for Siwoo's length. A loud moan sounds out, Siwoo is twisting in Beomseok's grasp and thrusts into his hand like an animal.

"Come with me," Beomseok hisses through grit teeth, "Come, Hyung."

Siwoo loses coherency with words, nodding vigorously because he's so dazed with sensation.

"Seok, Seok— Ah! I can't, Beomseokie I can't! I'm going to come ah, ah. I'm coming!" Siwoo's voice rises into a yell and his back arches off the bed. White spills over his chest and Beomseok milks him for every last drop. Those hot inner walls constrict around his erection and soon it's unbearable. Euphoria hits him like a tidal wave and Beomseok releases his load inside. He chases after his orgasm, pumping furiously while Siwoo twitches around him.

Heavy breathing fills the room as their movements slow. 

Siwoo looks absolutely wrecked, Beomseok notes. He's beautiful. He frowns a little and begins to pull out his softening member before excitement might well back up in his heart. "Sorry I didn't pull out—"

But Siwoo grabs his wrist and pulls his back, legs locking around Beomseok's waist. He smiles sheepishly, "Again?"

"Fuck."

Beomseok can't say no.

…

That night, Beomseok sleeps like the dead.

A Cosmic Eagle spreads its wings against a starlit sky. Its wings are beautiful, he thinks, tipped with that bright vermilion. All the more reason to never let the eagle take flight.

His long serpentine body slithers and glides across the land but he's too damned slow. The eagle soars and he's left alone, abandoned. 

…

"What are we?" Beomseok asks one day. He has no idea why Siwoo thinks it's a smart idea to take him on tour.

Beomseok's actually mentally challenged because he's the fool who agrees. Now Siwoo is in his hotel room instead of his own. He's managed to pull Beomseok away from his computer and now they're both in bed. Siwoo's too tired for anything more than cuddling so that's what they do. There's a whole grown-ass man curled up against him, clinging like a koala and sometimes Beomseok forgets that he's the nation's sweetheart. 

He can feel Siwoo smile against his neck. "We can be whatever you want us to be."

"…" Beomseok takes a sharp breath in and nods. But he doesn't dare say anything. 

…

When tour season ends there's a moment of reprieve. Siwoo writes and records songs and frequently bothers Beomseok while he streams. He has no tact and no defenses, almost flashing his face on the screen multiple times while he bearhugs Beomseok from behind his seat.

Beomseok's fans are already making up a slew of theories about his supposed boyfriend and he's seriously running out of excuses.

There was a time he'd sputter with a red face and scowl at the screen. "He's not my boyfriend!"

But nowadays he takes it in stride. "He's just shy," he bullshits and shrugs at the screen, casually offing his opponent in an FPS game. Absently he wonders, are he and Siwoo boyfriends? They've never said it out loud before and Beomseok feels awkward to ask.

The chat explodes in protest, accusing him of being a liar. There's no way a guy who frequently shows off his possessiveness on camera is shy! So the netizens start theorizing other things.

Beomseok glances at the chat and sees all kinds of absurd things. Someone even assumes that Mystery Boyfriend must be a celebrity or some sort of public figure because then it would make sense why he can't show his face or even speak very loudly near the camera. 

Beomseok hisses and spews some absurdities in hopes it might distract his fans, "To tell you the truth guys, he's really damn ugly so he doesn't want to show his face. It's not that difficult to understand!" 

He ends up losing that round thanks to the incessant bullying from his subscribers.

Siwoo returns home late that night, around midnight but Beomseok still waits to eat with him.

"You didn't have to." Siwoo pouts at him.

"Wanted to." Beomseok leans over the bowl and shoves the rice in his mouth. 

"Okay." Kang Siwoo eats as well and it's almost like their way of saying 'I love you'.

When he's almost done, Beomseok finally speaks. His tone is light and casual as he reaches over for the remote control on the edge of the table to flick through available channels on TV, "My brother's getting married this fall." He finds an old Music Bank recording from Oasis's last single.

Siwoo tolerates it for about five seconds before he grimaces, abandoning his food to fight for remote control rights. "Your little brother? Isn't he just 21?"

Beomseok keeps the controller out of reach, his eyes are glued to the TV. Even if he sees Siwoo every day now, his idol self is extremely charming. "They marry early on the countryside, it's pretty normal. I got an invitation, do you want to go? I get it if you can't. Or just don't want to."

There's a sharp, pained hiss. Siwoo has stubbed his toe on the dining table leg and only then does Beomseok take pity on him and hands over the TV remote.

"I'll go." He pouts at Beomseok but his annoyed expression is instantly quelled by a smile. Siwoo helplessly smiles back. "Just give me the date and I'll talk to my company."

Beomseok nods and does just that. Siwoo flips through the channel and finds a TV show about a world like theirs except infested with soul-eating demons.

They fall back in silence, finishing the last bit of their meal. When he's finished, Beomseok rises from his seat and collects their plates. He can feel eyes on him so he pauses and looks at the older of the two. "What is it?"

Kang Siwoo wears a serious expression. His dark eyes are piercing, his hair, now dark after the tour's conclusion. "Beomseok," he says, "Do you want to get married?"

Beomseok's heart does a somersault before it starts going wild in his chest. It feels like deja vu. He stutters and shakes himself out of initial shock before hissing at his boyfriend? Roommate? Best friends with benefits? "Don't scare me like that. What the fuck, hyung?" 

"I'm serious," Siwoo says, fanning the flames that roar in Beomseok's heart. "I'm serious. Let's get married." Then he smiles. He's like the sun, an angel.

Beomseok stands there like an idiot and nods. "Okay, then let's get married."