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It’s almost midnight when Jeonghan steps out of the shower. Steam from behind and the cold crisp air in front sandwiches him in a shiver of feeling.
His flight home had been delayed. Complications on the runway. So he spent a large chunk of his birthday in the clouds. Seokmin laughed saying that that was exactly where he belonged. Jeonghan thinks he’ll never be free of the angel jokes.
Even mid-air, his phone was buzzing with notifications of well wishes, updates and some yearly check-ins. If he’s honest, Jeonghan isn’t too fussed about his birthday. He’s thankful for the multitudes of excessive emoji celebrations but he doesn’t need them.
The whole giddy excitement about turning a year older just doesn’t have the same sort of charm that it used to when he was a kid. Even presents don’t hit as hard. There isn’t really anything he needs.
Everyone knows that Jeonghan likes things quieter, more low-key. Different to the person who sent him a raspy voice message that lasted twelve seconds.
Very different.
Jeonghan runs a towel lazily through his hair.
The apartment was completely silent when he came back. Most of the lights had been turned off. Even the humidifier that is usually on a timer in the living room wasn’t on.
Jeonghan flips it back on before making his way to the bedroom. He saw peek of a foot sticking out from under the blankets when he was hauling his luggage in.
He knows it’s been a long day. That’s why he showered in their guest bathroom. He didn’t want to wake him.
But somehow, standing at the edge of their bed watching his boyfriend sleep through the last few minutes of his birthday makes Jeonghan change his mind.
He flings the towel he was holding onto the floor and crawls onto the bed. Palms pressing against their mattress, Jeonghan moves until he’s hovering over Seungcheol, thighs on either side of him.
“I can’t believe you went to bed first.” Jeonghan murmurs as he presses his nose into the crook of Seungcheol’s neck. It’s warm, and smells nothing like the cologne that usually surrounds him.
This is just skin, and Seungcheol.
A low sound rumbles from Seungcheol’s chest — an acknowledgement of Jeonghan’s presence. But it seems like sleep still has too tight a hold on him.
“Aren’t you being too much?” Jeonghan accuses lightly as he presses lazy kisses against Seungcheol’s jaw.
“Mmm.” His boyfriend hums, exhaling a deep breath from his nostrils. He turns his face towards Jeonghan but his eyes remained closed.
The long, dark lashes that Jeonghan stared at on their first date, distracting.
He runs his hand through Seungcheol’s hair, secretly appreciating the moment in quiet.
They don’t always get moments like this. Jeonghan is either away on business or Seungcheol is too exhausted from training to open his eyes.
He doesn’t always say it, but Jeonghan misses the warmth of Seungcheol when he’s away. The weight of an arm thrown over him; the feeling of his breath against his neck. The way he looks at him and him only.
For whatever reason, Jeonghan misses it especially more today.
He leans his face forward to press a kiss to Seungcheol’s cheek. He kisses him once, twice, and finally steals one from the plush cherry-stained lips.
He tangles their feet together, blanket already half thrown off the side, and slips a hand up Seungcheol’s soft cotton shirt.
“Are you sleeping?” Jeonghan whispers against his boyfriend’s cheek.
Does he feel bad for trying to wake him? Maybe a little.
Not really.
Jeonghan runs his hands up Seungcheol’s chest, appreciating the discipline and work that goes into every single dip and curve.
“Really?” He drags his teeth against the slope of his boyfriend neck.
Jeonghan is about to presses his tongue against skin when he feels a hand grip his left thigh.
A shiver races up his spine.
“How am I supposed to sleep…” Seungcheol’s voice comes low and raspy like it usually is in the mornings. “With you doing this?”
Jeonghan feels the hand on his thigh tighten possessively and he chuckles. He won’t pretend not to have noticed the way a weight had hung in Seungcheol’s pants.
“I guess they don’t work you as hard as I thought.” He teases.
The comment earns him an unamused look from his boyfriend but it is quickly rectified with a kiss. A quick peck was what he had in mind, since there are other places his mouth would rather be.
But Seungcheol doesn’t let him go. He pulls Jeonghan back to kiss him proper, tangling them together as he slips his tongue in to lick at Jeonghan’s mouth.
Hands running over skin. Reaching under clothes and pulling closer, closer, closer.
“You smell different.” Seungcheol murmurs against his lips. That cherry lip balm Jeonghan brought back from a trip once is very well loved.
“I didn’t want to wake you.” Jeonghan replies, voice leaning into a hiss when Seungcheol slips his hand under the waistband of his joggers. Electric.
“And how did that work out?” Seungcheol sounds amused despite his apparent defeat.
“Exactly how I wanted it to.” Jeonghan pushes his hips into Seungcheol’s palm and groans. It’s friction aching.
Slow pleasure coiling in Jeonghan’s gut. Seungcheol does something to him. It’s the way he touches him. Rough palms dragging over him. Thumb rubbing against skin sensitive.
Jeonghan shudders, back arching to chase the feeling.
“Fuck.” Seungcheol curses. “I missed you.”
You’d think that after so many years, Jeonghan would have gotten used to these confessions. But his heart still does a little jump. It is less than the earth tilting leap that happened when Seungcheol first kissed him. But still.
It makes his face feel hot.
Jeonghan pushes his palm against Seungcheol’s belly, inching lower until he wrings a rough sound from his boyfriend’s lips.
His.
All of Seungcheol’s sounds are his and his alone.
The feeling of his weight against Jeonghan’s hand. The way Seungcheol hisses through his teeth when Jeonghan drags his pants off to push them together.
All of it.
Jeonghan lets his head loll to the side when Seungcheol takes them both in his palm. Tiny breathless gasp escaping his lips.
A wet heat sucks against his neck. Teeth, dragging in time with the way their hips roll against each other.
It’s slow. Aching.
Lazy familiar movements that push each other exactly the way they like. It doesn’t take very long for Seungcheol to grip Jeonghan’s waist. To moan quietly against his cheek as they ride the feeling out.
It’s gentle. Soft.
Warm, when Seungcheol cups the side of Jeonghan’s face to pull him into a kiss.
“Are you close?” His voice thick with his arousal.
“Yeah.” Jeonghan breathes shakily, hands tangled in Seungcheol’s hair.
“Come with me,” Seungcheol murmurs.
It’s not an order, but Jeonghan’s entire body still shivers in obedience. He pushes his hips against Seungcheol’s and when his boyfriend rubs a rough thumb over them both, Jeonghan gasps against his cheek.
A quiet wave crashes over him, held in place by the firm of Seungcheol’s arm around him and the shudder that he feels tremble between them.
Jeonghan grinds his hips a few more times against Seungcheol before exhaling and succumbing to the warmth around him.
All that tiredness from travelling must have finally settled. His body feels heavy, like lead. But when Seungcheol pulls him close to cuddle, Jeonghan still insists.
“Don’t go back to sleep. It’s my birthday.”
Seungcheol laughs against his shoulder, the sound deep and sensual. “What?”
“Don’t.” Jeonghan grumbles, trying to fight the sleep creeping up on him. He grabs at Seungcheol’s broad shoulders blindly like as if he isn’t the one who is already fading.
“I want my present.” He sighs as Seungcheol kisses his jaw affectionately. “I haven’t had it.”
“No?” The sleep from Seungcheol’s voice has all but left completely. Now it is just mirth, and tenderness.
“No,” Jeonghan clicks his tongue. “I wana fuck you till you can’t breathe.”
A laugh bursts from Seungcheol’s lips. “You kiss your mother with that mouth.”
“I also suck yo— mmFFH”
“Oh my god.” Seungcheol laughs incredulous as he keeps his hand clamped over Jeonghan’s mouth. “I get it. I get it.”
“Mmhjs mmnnffhh,” Jeonghan makes stupid lazy noises until Seungcheol finally lets go.
“Lets go,” he murmurs tiredly as his boyfriend raises his eyebrows, entertained. “You and me.”
Jeonghan burrows his head into the slope of Seungcheol’s shoulder. God, he loves how he smells.
“Uh huh,” Seungcheol humours him, “now?”
“Right… now,” Jeonghan mutters softly, shifting closer. He feels Seungcheol wrap his arms around him as he chuckles.
“I’m ready…” Jeonghan mumbles, “best fuck of the year let’s go.”
Seungcheol is just laughing without reservation now. A sound that Jeonghan will never admit to being one of his favourites in the entire world. That and when he calls him—
“Jagiya,” Seungcheol murmurs lovingly, “there’s always tomorrow.”