Title: Winter’s Melody
Author: MsNightshade
Pairing/Characters: Kwon Jiyong/Choi Seunghyun
Rating: M
Setting: GTOP AU/Second in Seasonal series
It’s Tuesday night and Seunghyun and Jiyong are stuck in the studio again. Jiyong refuses to leave until he gets the melody that’s been bugging him for days on end down. He writes it out, bashes it out on the piano but there’s something that’s still eluding him and he works tirelessly to get it out of his head.
Outside the studio windows, the gentle fall of snow draws Jiyong’s eyes. He watches as it drifts down in a golden haze created by the luminescence of streetlights and a brief flicker of a smile crosses his features. Seunghyun can’t help the one that lights his own eyes because he knows why Jiyong smiles the way he does. It sets a little flicker of anticipation coiling low in his belly.
Jiyong has always loved frosty winter nights; it had always seemed to stimulate something wildly amatory in him… and Seunghyun always tried to make sure he was around when it was unleashed. Seunghyun had become something of an amateur meteorologist in his own right learning to interpret and predict weather patterns to work his schedule around the ‘worst’ of winter’s icy blasts.
Seunghyun reaches out and gently traces the sharp curve of Jiyong’s jaw with his fingers, distracting him momentarily, and Seunghyun wishes it were softer. Seunghyun had always preferred him with a little extra meat on his bones, it signalled that he was happy, contented. But, he was busy now and with so much on, he doesn’t eat, he doesn’t sleep, he just works.
“Come on, love. That’s enough for tonight, huh?” Seunghyun says. His request is met with an inattentive “hmm” as Jiyong returns his focus back to the desk and the lines of scrawled musical notes.
“Ji, honey,” Seunghyun says softly, “It’s getting late. Let’s go home.”
Seunghyun wants Jiyong to slow down and take care of himself a little better, but he knows that he won’t. The fire burns too brightly in him for it to ever be quelled except upon his own terms and that’s okay too. Seunghyun understands how he works and the reasons why. He needs this, he would always need this and he understands that it was just as much a part of his DNA as music was to his own.
Jiyong rests his head against the desk, a little groan filtering through his lips before he stands and stretches, his shirt lifting to expose the alluring pale skin of his hipbones. Seunghyun circles his arms around his middle and pulls him in close.
“So, we can get out of here now?” Seunghyun whispers hopefully into the small space between them.
“Yeah, let’s go baby. I’m beat,” Jiyong says as he sways forward on tiptoes to press his lips against Seunghyun’s. The kiss is soft and chaste and Seunghyun is left wanting when Jiyong pulls back. It’s okay, he thinks, they’re heading home now and there would be more, so much more. There would be no more talk of work, no more trying to find the right notes for the ever elusive melody, no more thought for the world outside once they’re behind closed doors and they’re alone.
It doesn’t take them long to reach home once they leave the studio. It also doesn’t take long for the warmth of their apartment to kick in and for Jiyong to lead him into the bedroom, slowly removing items of clothing through heated kisses as they go. Jiyong knows that he’ll find his missing melody, somewhere during the night, he’ll find it and Seunghyun will deliver it up to him. He smiles into the kiss as Seunghyun pulls him down under the covers with him.
Seunghyun loves how everything pales into insignificance when Jiyong is here in his arms like this. All the minutiae and the sharp edges of their busy lives vanish when they’re blessedly skin-to-skin beneath the sheets. And when he’s drenched in their combined sweat and the humidity of their bodies roils around them and it’s hard to breathe, nothing else matters.
It’s when Jiyong’s fingers are buried in his hair, his mouth engulfing his cock, face buried between his thighs and surrounded by his musk while his ears are blessed with the filthiest of obscenities that Seunghyun recognises that this is his religion, his version of heaven, his own private nirvana.
He only wishes that they both had more time to dedicate to these dirty little rituals, the ones that are purely theirs alone as their supplications are meted out against their skin. Alas, he’ll take what he can where and when time and circumstance permits and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Jiyong’s intensity doesn’t stop at the studio door and he’s thankful that he’s just as hungry; Jiyong is just as famished for the delicious plains of skin, for his kiss, for his love as Seunghyun is.
Trapped within the bitter heart of winter their desire refuses to wane, its glacial fingers melting themselves against the torridness of their passionate cocoon. The world could hang for all Seunghyun cared as Jiyong’s lips and fingers worked him into a panting mess, no longer coherent and no longer caring. All he truly needed was this, his beloved in his arms as they make hot, messy, chaotic love.
Tonight, all that matters is how perfectly Seunghyun and Jiyong fit together. As the walls echo with their fervent cries throughout the long, cold night the snow falls harder and in increasingly heavier drifts, silently collecting against the windowsills and shrouding the outside world in its icy pallor.
Within their fervid bliss, they let their passion burn bright, let it consume them whole until their thrumming bodies crash against each other, sticky and spent. They fall together as sleep steals in and keeps dominion over them while the world outside gets colder; their fiercely blazing hearts hold winter’s severity at bay.
In his dreams, Jiyong recalls the melody that had so far eluded him. And it had confirmed that his beloved Seunghyun had always held the key…
~FINIQUE~
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