CHAPTER SIX
Jiyong woke wrapped in Seunghyun’s arms, his face pressed against his chest. Warmth radiated from him and Ji closed his eyes to breathe in his scent, feeling the repetitive rise and fall of his chest against his cheek, the steady heartbeat beneath. Jiyong snuggled in closer and Seunghyun shuffled under him. Jiyong stilled so as not to wake his sleeping prince and settled his head against his chest again, his fingers tenderly tracing indiscriminate patterns across the silky soft skin of his hipbone.
Jiyong couldn’t help the smile that crept over his face. His beautiful Seunghyun was in his arms and he was as beautiful in slumber as he was in waking life. He carefully slid out of his embrace and Seunghyun rolled onto his back. Jiyong took the opportunity to watch him, propping his head up on his hand. He couldn’t get enough of the rhythmic of his breathing making his chest rise and fall, the way his long eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheeks, the steady little breaths issuing between bowed lips. Jiyong leaned in close and gently traced a finger across the tip of his nose. He couldn’t resist the urge to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Seunghyun’s eyes slowly fluttered open, deep chocolate orbs blinking up at him. Jiyong smiled broadly at him, “Good morning, baby,” his fingers traced along Seunghyun’s brow. Jiyong was mesmerised and he wondered how it was possible for anyone to look so magnificent after just waking up.
Seunghyun smiled up at Jiyong and replied sleepily: “Morning, sweetheart,” before slipping an arm in around his waist.
Jiyong shuddered at the sound of his gravelly baritone and leaned in to slowly brush his lips with his own. Seunghyun responded in kind and pulled Jiyong into him before flipping their positions to pin him to the bed. Jiyong exhaled sharply as Seunghyun’s mouth latched on to the soft flesh at the juncture of his shoulder and throat, sharp teeth raking and tongue swirling on the sensitive spot. Jiyong arched up into Seunghyun, breath becoming short gasps as Seunghyun’s thumb circled a nipple making the flesh harden under his ministrations.
Jiyong rolled his hips up against Seunghyun, their emergent hardness brushing against the other. Seunghyun trailed his lips up Jiyong’s throat and claimed his mouth with a gentle press of his lips, the air forced out of his lungs as Jiyong drove his hips up into him again.
“Well, it certainly is shaping up to be a terrific morning…if you keep that up,” Seunghyun gritted against his ear. Jiyong exhaled slowly and pulled Seunghyun’s hips down to thrust up again. Seunghyun’s eyes closed as he released a small groan against Jiyong’s throat, the sensation sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through him.
“Fuck, you so don’t play fair Ji,” Seunghyun groaned as he continued his rolling assault on his groin, Ji caught his earlobe between his teeth with a little breathy moan.
He released the lobe to plead, “Make love to me, hyung.” Seunghyun pulled back to look into his eyes. Jiyong’s heated gaze gave him no quarter for refusal. He leaned in to kiss him and Jiyong undulated under him, the heat and friction becoming almost too much to bear. Seunghyun extricated himself from Jiyong’s delirium-inducing kiss to search around them for the lube and condoms.
He quickly prepared Ji before slipping a condom down over his own hardness and slicking himself with lube. Jiyong writhed and pleaded as Seunghyun kissed him until he couldn’t tell where his lips ended and Jiyong’s began. Seunghyun slowly entered him, Jiyong moaned and arched into him until he was completely enveloped in Jiyong’s heat. Seunghyun moved slow and deliberate, hips rocking in liquid rhythm as Jiyong brayed and whimpered beneath him.
Seunghyun made love to his beautiful leader like he had all night, their bodies merging and colliding as they drove each other to harmonious completion. They reached their blissful crescendos with their passionate cries reverberating within the confines of Jiyong’s bedroom and their burning hearts. As they lay in each other’s arms – sated and fatigued – a new and familiar ache crept into their muscles as the veil of sleep settled over them once more.
*
“Hyuuuung, I need you…” Jiyong moaned as he roused into waking.
Seunghyun’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes flew open at Jiyong’s plea. He couldn’t be fucking serious? Could he?
“Seriously, hyung. I think I need you to carry me to the shower.” Jiyong smiled up at him, biting his lower lip.
Seunghyun huffed out a sigh of relief and laughed. If he was going to ask to go again he was going to pass out. Thank the gods. He considered Jiyong’s plea, even though he wasn’t entirely sure his legs would carry himself, let alone the both of them, he’d make the attempt even if he failed. He kissed his forehead as a small token of thanks.
“Come on then, sweetheart, let’s go,” he said as he climbed out of bed and extended his hand to Jiyong. Jiyong crawled to the edge of the bed and beckoned Seunghyun closer. Seunghyun leaned down and scooped him up into his arms. Jiyong yelped in surprise at how quickly he’d lifted him from the bed.
“Let’s get you to the bathroom shall we?” Jiyong slung his arms around his neck and nodded sleepily against him. Seunghyun deposited him at the door of the shower. He opened the door and turned the water on. “After you, my prince,” he offered with a small bow. Jiyong rolled his eyes and offered a quiet “dork” as he passed and stepped under the hot spray.
“You coming or is this a party for one?” he grinned at him wickedly and Seunghyun stepped in, closing the door behind him. Jiyong began soaping up and pushed Seunghyun back ordering him to turn around. He did as he was asked as Jiyong set to work cleaning his back.
He spent a fair amount of time cleaning his backside, his soapy hands swooping over each delicious curve repeatedly before Seunghyun interjected: “Ahem, I think you got it, honey.”
“Oh, I know. I’m just taking my sweet time. Didn’t realise you had somewhere you needed to be, hyung,” they both laughed as continued his important work before making his way down the backs of his legs. Seunghyun twitched when Ji’s fingers trailed across the back of his knees. Duly noted, he thought smiling to himself.
Ji stood and pulled Seunghyun back a few paces to rinse him off before he swivelled him around one-eighty. He washed his chest, arms and stomach and down his legs before repeating the process of rinsing him off. Jiyong quickly washed himself and Seunghyun pouted with a little “Hmmph! I thought it was my turn?”
Jiyong rinsed and smirked at him. “Oh, but it is your turn sweet boy,” he husked against his ear, pulling him in close.
“Oh yeah?”
“Uh-huh,” Jiyong whispered before he kissed him slow, his hand slipped down his torso and he curled his fingers around his emerging erection. Jiyong worked his cock until he was fully erect again. Seunghyun’s breathing became ragged, needy little gasps between Jiyong’s lips. Jiyong slipped to his knees, placing butterfly soft kisses around his groin until Seunghyun pleas became desperate and Jiyong relented.
Jiyong wrapped his lips around the tip, tongue swirling around the glans before he moved his head down to take him wholly into his mouth. Seunghyun moaned loudly as Jiyong worked him into a frenetic state with his mouth and his fingers. With each plunging motion of his mouth, Seunghyun bucked his hips forward to meet him, the tip of his cock making blissful contact with the back of his throat.
Jiyong continued his fevered work on his shaft until Seunghyun was a moaning wreck. Jiyong upped the anti by gingerly circling a finger against the puckered ring of muscle. Seunghyun’s cries increased at the sensation, it was becoming too much. Overstimulation was making him delirious and close to losing his mind. Jiyong gently inserted a long finger and began pistoning and crooking the digit in time with his heads motion. Seunghyun bucked into his hot mouth, the tightening coil of his orgasm gave way as he came with Jiyong’s name falling from his lips.
Jiyong extracted himself and watched as Seunghyun slipped down the tiled wall, his legs refusing to keep him upright as the last pulses of his climax ebbed out of him.
“Holy fuck… that… was beyond… incredible.” Seunghyun panted, breathless and spent as the water washed over him, his eyes soft and unfocussed.
“Pleasure was all mine, gorgeous. Now, let’s get you dry so I can make you fall apart again,” Jiyong offered him a hand to pull him to his feet and kissed him languidly as he turned the water off.
They dried themselves off and brushed their teeth, Jiyong giving Seunghyun one of the millions of new unused ones he had in stock for when people ended up staying over unexpectedly.
“Always so prepared, Ji,” Seunghyun teased and winked at him. Jiyong glared at him over his toothbrush before he rinsed. He slipped out of the bathroom to find some sleeping pants for Seunghyun. He found the ones with the longest legs that he could, but he doubted that they’d fit properly lengthwise.
He headed back to the bathroom and handed the pants to Seunghyun.
“They’re probably going to be a little short on you, not that you’re going to be in them for long,” Jiyong said, a licentious grin plastered across his face as he openly eyed Seunghyun’s deliciously naked form.
“Is that a fact, little dragon?” Seunghyun raised an eyebrow at him and Jiyong nodded emphatically.
“Just one thing before we do, my insatiable little minx. Coffee?” Seunghyun asked hopefully.
“Let me see what I can rustle up, baby,” Ji replied before he disappeared into the kitchen.
*
Jiyong busied himself setting up the coffee machine that had languished in the pantry for months unused. He found some coffee beans and hoped they weren’t too far out of date (so far, so good).
“You don’t have a coffee syphon?” Seunghyun whined as he sidled up to him, sleep pants perfectly highlighting all of his assets, Jiyong noted before casting him a withering glance.
“You did not just fucking say that,” he huffed. Seunghyun’s eyes lit up at Ji’s unconcealed disdain and he laughed, deep and hearty. Ji would forgive him any transgression if he could only listen to him laugh for the rest of his days.
Ji feigned a scowl with a small shake of his head as he flicked the switch on the percolator. He pulled open the fridge to inspect the meagre contents. “Hmm, looks like we’re either heading out or calling in for breakfast.” His stomach growled loudly in protest. It had been nearly fourteen hours since either of them had eaten.
Jiyong’s grabbed his phone to make the call and it flashed with an unread message. He unlocked it and his face fell. It was a message from his manager. He dropped his phone onto the bench and cradled his head in his hands when he’d finished reading the text.
“What is it, Ji?”
“Check your phone. You’ve probably got the same message. They’re calling us in to work on a video shoot. It’s for a re-release in Japan.” Jiyong sighed.
“When?”
“Meeting is in three days time,” he slumped against the kitchen bench.
Seunghyun stood to pull Jiyong in close, his thumbs tracing across his cheekbones as he looked into his eyes.
“It’ll be fine. We’ll get it over and done with. Then you’re mine until we have to go back to work proper, okay?” Seunghyun leaned down to gently press his lips against the younger mans’ momentarily.
Jiyong pulled back, leaning his head against Seunghyun’s shoulder and nodded with a disappointed pout as he relished the warmth of his lovers bare skin against his cheek.
“I suppose you’re right,” he sighed heavily, “and that means we’re calling in because I’m not letting you out of my sight until I absolutely have to.” Jiyong leaned up to gently capture Seunghyun’s bottom lip between his teeth. He lapped at it making the older man release a small hiss. Jiyong released him and Seunghyun sucked the assaulted lip in behind his teeth with a little “ow”.
“Hmmm, let’s see if I can’t change that so we don’t get interrupted,” Seunghyun said and quirked an eyebrow at Ji. He pulled away from Jiyong’s embrace and started rifling through the pantry. “When was the last time you did groceries, Ji?” he asked as he checked the expiry date on a box of cereal.
Ji shrugged, “A little while, I suppose. Why?”
“It’s okay. I think I can create some magic with what we’ve got here.” Seunghyun offered casually.
“Uhhh, hyung? What exactly are you doing?” Jiyong asked his curiosity fully piqued.
“I’m making you pancakes my love,” he smiled brightly and Jiyong thought his heart would explode. His insanely gorgeous boyfriend was making him pancakes. No one but his mother had ever made him pancakes before. He watched, completely enthralled, with his chin resting on his hands as Seunghyun flitted around his kitchen. He had one of the most amazing nights of his life, which was quickly being followed by an even more incredible morning. He wanted to pinch himself.
When Seunghyun was done, he placed the plate under his nose with a little “ta da!” Jiyong smiled and said: “Could you be any more perfect?”
Seunghyun thrust his empty coffee cup under Jiyong’s nose with a playful waggling of his brow: “Yes, I probably could. Now coffee me!” Jiyong couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he filled his cup with the bitter brown liquid.
They ate their pancakes, and Seunghyun drank his coffee, in relative silence before returning to Jiyong’s bedroom to wring the most they could out of the next few days.
*
Jiyong and Seunghyun took their time saying goodbye, neither wanting to be the first to relinquish their hold on the other. Their bodies firmly pressed together, lips melding slowly, tongues gliding in a delicate rhythm as they kissed as if it would be their last. Jiyong’s phone vibrated letting him know that the driver had arrived and was waiting in the basement of the building. They separated then, their fingers searching and linking together, their bodies instinctively seeking the comfort of the others touch.
Seunghyun sighed. “I should go,” he said as he pulled Jiyong close to him, holding him as though his life depended on it.
“Yeah,” Jiyong sighed and inhaled Seunghyun’s scent, “you should.” They held each other close, eyes closed, gently swaying when Jiyong’s phone vibrated again, breaking the spell. Jiyong whimpered quietly when Seunghyun finally pulled away.
“I’ll call you when I get home, okay, sweetheart?” Jiyong wanted to melt into a puddle every time Seunghyun called him ‘sweetheart’. It made his heart swell and he blushed and grinned each and every time.
“Okay, hyung. You really should go before I drag you back to bed and tie you down,” he smiled impishly at his lover. Seunghyun looked like he was about to choke on air.
“Don’t tempt me,” he grinned as he leaned down to press his lips gently against Jiyong’s. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart. And thank you,” he whispered before he opened the door and made his way down to the waiting driver. Jiyong leaned against the door, heart thudding heavily in his chest at the physical loss of Seunghyun pressed against him.
Jiyong sighed as his phone vibrated again. He was going to send a message to the driver to let him know that Seunghyun was on his way when he saw it was a message from his beloved hyung. He opened the message that simply said: I love you. Jiyong couldn’t help smiling as he pulled himself away from the door and made the necessary preparations for their return to work tomorrow.
When he finally returned to his (sadly empty) bed for the night, he found a little note slipped under his pillow as he lay down.
My sweetest Jiyong,
I never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love you and to have that love returned. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d told me you didn’t feel the same that night. It doesn’t bear considering because you didn’t and you do.
Every day I’m with you is a blessing and my heart sings when I see your beautiful smile. I will do my utmost to make sure you’re always happy.
For every moment that I’m away from you I will be counting the endless seconds until I can see you again, sweetheart. Please know that I love you eternally.
Yours forever and always,
Seunghyun.
X
Jiyong smiled broadly and rolled over to press his face into his pillow, the warm giddiness bouncing around his insides was too overwhelming. He grabbed his phone from his bedside table to type out a message to his beloved Seunghyun.
Tonight will be the longest night of my life without you next to me. How will I sleep, hyung? How will I sleep if I’m not wrapped in your arms after we make love? You are my moon and stars. I love you desperately and without end, Seunghyun. Tomorrow can’t be here soon enough. I miss you. -3-
Jiyong pressed send and within seconds, his phone rang. Seunghyun’s voice reverberated through him and he smiled as he settled back into his bed. They whispered their sweet nothings through the receivers and their open wish to be in each other’s arms again. They talked until Hypnos beckoned and their eyelids were heavy with sleep. They finally bid each other sweet farewells and sweeter dreams and until tomorrows with bright cheeks and warm hearts.
Seunghyun still had the note in his pocket: S, Meet me at my apartment, 6:30pm sharp. We need to talk. Don’t be fucking late. J. He flattened the note on his bedside table and smiled. If it weren’t for Jiyong taking matters into his own hands, who really knew where they would be now? He thanked the heavens for small mercies as he popped the note inside the drawer.
As slumber finally claimed them in their separate beds, they each dreamt of the other.
Tomorrow was going to be better and worse – a state of pure ambivalence. They’d be in the company of their colleagues and none would know that their hearts burned bright with a desperate ache that would sweetly corrode them until time allowed them to melt into each other again.
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