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Jaeyoung wouldn’t call himself a nocturnal person, necessarily, but pulling all-nighters isn’t new to him. He’s done it plenty of times, willingly, for a number of reasons. He can appreciate the sense of accomplishment in watching the first rays of sunlight streaming through the blinds after working for hours on a passion project, or the morning glow after a good hookup preceded by a night of partying.
He does hate it— passionately— whenever he has to stay up for work he considers pointless or isn’t invested in, as often was the case for the college courses he had to take purely for credit.
It’s not much different with the string of freelance jobs he took after graduation to support his move to Yongsan, closer to the studio he’s setting up with Sangwoo. In fact, Jaeyoung thinks it’s worse. The time he spends working on the side is time he isn’t spending with Sangwoo, be it as his business partner or his boyfriend. Especially as his boyfriend.
Thank fucking god this is the last one. Jaeyoung has never been this tired in his life. His eyes feel scratchy and dry and there are spots blinking in his vision, his back is definitely screaming at him for not taking breaks, the studio couch is looking like a five-star hotel king size feather mattress right now— but he’s done. There’s no sense of accomplishment as he pulls away from his workstation and stretches in his chair; there’s only desperate relief and a residual tingle on his fingertips from three cans of energy drinks.
He’s double checking the files he needs to send when the door’s keypad chimes punctually at six, signaling Sangwoo’s return. Jaeyoung smiles to himself. If this were another person, he would’ve guessed they arrived a few minutes earlier and were waiting at the door until six, but he knows Sangwoo has long figured out the exact time it takes for the short bike ride between the studio and Jaeyoung’s apartment for him to arrive with such precision.
“You really came.” Jaeyoung spins his chair to smile at his boyfriend.
Sangwoo looks like he’s been up for a while already, face washed and hair tidy, no hint of the puffy eyes and messy tufts Jaeyoung loves to see when they wake up together. He still looks adorable though, bundled up in one of Jaeyoung’s hoodies, and Jaeyoung has an urge to squeeze him.
“I told you I would,” Sangwoo says matter-of-factly. a small smile gracing his lips. It still catches Jaeyoung off-guard sometimes, how soft and fond Sangwoo can be around him now that they’ve become so intimate with each other. “How’s it going?”
“All finished. Just making sure I exported everything correctly,” he nods to his screen. Then, his brain finally catches up with the smell in the air, his tired eyes register the cup holder in Sangwoo’s hands. “You brought coffee?”
“Figured you’d appreciate a fresh brew after the night you had.”
“You’re the best, Sangwoo-yah,” Jaeyoung says gratefully. “Come here.”
He leads them to the couch, where Jaeyoung immediately snuggles into Sangwoo’s side, half-seated half-sprawled to accomodate for his height. He hooks their arms and his hand finds Sangwoo’s, fingers lacing together as they drink their coffee quietly. The younger boy had picked mocha lattes for them, as he’s been doing now since the more bitter grinds and watered-down drinks had fallen out of his favor after getting sick of Black Holic. The smell of sweet coffee wafts gently through the air, mixing up with the familiar scent of Sangwoo’s body wash and laundry softener. A feeling of calm seeps into Jaeyoung, making him warm all over.
“You know,” Sangwoo pipes up. “I hate saying I told you so—”
“You love saying you told me so,” Jaeyoung interjects without looking at him, “but go ahead.”
Sangwoo huffs petulantly but doesn’t deny it, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to pull the corners of his lips upwards. “This situation could’ve been avoided if you’d stuck to the timetable I made to help you instead of waiting until the last minute to finalize the concepts.”
The reprimand is gentler than it would’ve been months ago. Dating doesn’t mean they pull punches from each other, especially not Sangwoo towards Jaeyoung. They just don’t hit as hard anymore.
Jaeyoung tilts his head to look at his boyfriend, already expecting to see the smug expression Sangwoo always wears when he proves a point or makes a particularly smart remark. It can still be quite infuriating on a bad day when stress is high, but most of the time Jaeyoung finds it endearing— more so since he’s discovered the easiest way to wipe it off Sangwoo’s face is to kiss it away.
So he does just that.
“The timetable was very gracious of you, CEO Chu, thank you. I especially liked the color coding.” Jaeyoung leans back after leaving a peck on Sangwoo’s lips. He still can’t see it coming when I do that, he thinks with no small satisfaction watching Sangwoo’s expression shift from smug to dumbstruck. “But my boyfriend doesn’t help me any, you see. Not to be not safe for work,” he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial stage whisper, “but he’s very needy…”
It takes Sangwoo’s astonished brain a few seconds to process what he just heard. When it does, he lets out an indignant squawk, untangling his hand from Jaeyoung to sit upright, arms crossed over his chest.
“I am not needy!” he protests loudly, wincing at the pitch of his own voice.
“Really?” Jaeyoung exclaims in mock surprise. “Then who’s been going ‘let’s go, hyung’, ‘we can finish this later, hyung’, ‘hyuuuuung!’ until I cave, and then giving me the ‘fuck me’ eyes the moment we step inside the apartment?” He mirrors Sangwoo’s posture, leaning over to whisper in his ear: “you’re not innocent here, Chu Sangwoo.”
Quite the opposite, actually. It’s true that Jaeyoung had left their pace for Sangwoo to dictate, completely happy to take things slow for the other boy’s sake, enjoying the scenic route in the journey of mapping his boundaries. It’s also true that their sex life is still very vanilla as a result, anal sex itself a recent development from only two weeks prior. But there’s nothing slow about it when Sangwoo gets in a certain mood— whiny and insistent and too perfect to pass up. Just how is Jaeyoung supposed to deny him, then?
Red creeps up Sangwoo’s neck and colors his cheeks, spreading quick and bright like wildfire. His voice is steady and back to its usual volume and pitch when he speaks again, no doubt a deliberate effort after this little outburst. “I admit there might have been, uh— distractions, a few times—”
“A few?”
“—but that’s not the only reason. Don’t pin your procrastination on me.”
“You wound me, Sangwoo-yah,” Jaeyoung laments theatrically. Sangwoo ignores it.
“And I don’t do… that.”
“Don’t do what?” Jaeyoung asks for the sole purpose of riling up his boyfriend. “Give me the ‘fuck me’ eyes?”
“I don’t.”
“Right… you’re just observing me when you do that. I forgot.” Jaeyoung laughs heartily. Sangwoo is just too fun to tease. “You haven’t gotten any better at deflection, Sangwoo-yah, but you know I really like that about you?” He crowds Sangwoo’s personal space until their lips are barely an inch apart. “It means your eyes are honest with me even when your mouth isn’t.”
Sangwoo averts his eyes too fast to count as anything other than an admission of guilt. He very resolutely fixes his gaze on the wall, as if to avoid any more unintentional honesty. “My point still stands. If you had finished, we could’ve gone home together last night.”
The words set an entire swarm of butterflies upon Jaeyoung’s stomach.
Sangwoo still has his apartment near Hankuk’s campus, the sensible thing to do with one last year of school ahead of him, but most of his winter break has been spent in Jaeyoung’s new apartment— working and otherwise. So much, in fact, that Sangwoo doesn’t bring changes of clothes and a bag of toiletries to stay over anymore. He now has a neat drawer of his own clothes (where Jaeyoung’s clothes keep mysteriously showing up), his own toothbrush on the sink and a bottle of his favorite body wash in the shower.
It’d been for practicality’s sake at first, because Sangwoo is a practical person. Jaeyoung’s apartment is close to their studio, and it was just easier to keep some of his things at Jaeyoung’s place if he was gonna be there all the time anyway. Practical.
Then practicality started making room for routine and habits. Steadily, Sangwoo had gained more territory in Jaeyoung’s heart and home both, staking his claim on the right side of the bed as well as on the man he shares it with. Jaeyoung knows they must’ve blurred a line at some point, but he’ll be damned if he has to pinpoint when it happened. He only realizes it himself when he finds out he no longer knows how to sleep sprawled like he used to— at least not without Sangwoo there for him to hold.
“I know, I know. You’re right as always, boss,” Jaeyoung concedes, unable to stop himself from openly beaming at Sangwoo when he feels so damn giddy. He places a placating kiss on the hard lines at the corner of Sangwoo’s mouth, then another and another, slowly working to unmake his frown until Sangwoo responds, catching Jaeyoung’s mouth on a kiss.
It’s unhurried like a Sunday morning. Sangwoo’s hands find Jaeyoung’s jacket and grab on to him, tight at first and then slowly relaxing into the pace of their kiss. Jaeyoung licks at the seam of Sangwoo’s lips for him to open up, breathing in deep the little sigh that escapes Sangwoo like it’s the single thing that can give him the oxygen he needs. In that moment, Sangwoo tastes like coming home, sweet and welcoming, and Jaeyoung wants to commit it to memory.
“Hyung,” Sangwoo whispers when they come apart, “are you sleepy?”
“Hm? No. I mean, yeah, but not too much, at least,” Jaeyoung answers, though the silly smile he feels on his face might say otherwise. “I’m more tired than sleepy, I guess.”
“How tired are you?”
The hand Sangwoo places on Jaeyoung's thigh lands like a knife slicing cleanly through the haze of his brain. Blinking away the last remnants of it, he sees the intent behind Sangwoo’s eyes for what it is, and the rest of the pieces fall together.
“There you are giving the ‘fuck me’ eyes again, right after you denied it,” Jaeyoung grins. “Lucky for you, I’m never too tired to take care of my baby.”
He fully expects the eye roll that earns him. He doesn’t expect Sangwoo’s retort to be: “lucky for you, I was thinking of taking care of you instead.”
Jaeyoung’s jaw snaps shut. The hand on his thigh feels hotter and heavier. He swallows once, twice. “How so?”
“Like this.” With surprising ease, Sangwoo maneuvers them so Jaeyoung is fully resting on the couch with the younger boy straddling his hips. “I wanted to try this. My plan was to bring it up last night, but you had to stay here…”
Oh. Oh fuck.
Jaeyoung mentally curses himself. He stayed behind working while Sangwoo wanted to ride him?
“We can still do that if you want to, baby.” Jaeyoung places both hands on Sangwoo’s hips and grips them tight, the blood on his brain quickly changing route and starting to rush south. “Let’s go home and I—”
“No,” Sangwoo cuts him off. “Last night, when I was by myself… I was imagining you there, and what it would be like… And I…” He hides his face on Jaeyoung’s neck, too embarrassed to continue. The shift forward slots their hips together, and Jaeyoung can feel Sangwoo’s erection concealed beneath the boy’s pants and oversized hoodie pressing against his own growing one. “Now, hyung.”
“Sangwoo-yah, believe me when I say there’s nothing I want more than letting you ride me right this instant. Fuck, I wish I could turn back time so we would’ve done it last night,” Jaeyoung says, letting out a breathless chuckle at his own words. How is this his life? “But this is new for you and I want to make it as safe and smooth as it can be, and we don’t have condoms or lube—”
“We do,” Sangwoo says, pulling away to look at Jaeyoung. “I brought them.”
And lo and behold, from the depths of the pockets of his hoodie, Sangwoo fishes out a strip of three condoms and a small travel-sized bottle of lube, then holds them out for Jaeyoung.
“You… Why am I even surprised, of course you did. Always thinking ahead of everything.” Jaeyoung laughs, taking the items from Sangwoo and setting them aside for the moment. “Go on then, pants off.”
Sangwoo practically hops off his lap in his rush to comply, pulling his underwear down with his pants in one swift motion, his cute cock bouncing as it springs free before being covered again by the hoodie. This one in particular, which is already oversized on Jaeyoung, is so big on Sangwoo’s smaller frame that the hem stops on his thighs like a short dress.
“Keep that on,” Jaeyoung says when Sangwoo makes to peel it off next.
“Why?”
“Cause I want you to ride me in my hoodie. You look hot wearing my clothes.”
Sangwoo stares at him and slowly drops his hands to his sides. The smile slowly overtaking his face can’t be described as anything other than mean, Jaeyoung thinks. This little tidbit is gonna come back to bite him in the ass in the future, but he doesn’t mind it at all.
“Pervert.”
“For liking to see my boyfriend in my clothes? Hardly.” Jaeyoung says casually, shrugging out of his jacket and taking off his t-shirt next.
He’s barely pulled the piece of clothing over his head before Sangwoo is back on his lap, crash landing mouth first on his naked torso. Jaeyoung lets out a low groan, closing his eyes and giving himself fully to the sensation of Sangwoo’s mouth on him, marking a path of kisses on his neck and chest. He runs his hands over the smooth skin of Sangwoo’s thighs, slips them under the hoodie to feel his narrow hips and taut stomach, then slides them back down just shy of touching Sangwoo’s dick, eliciting a shiver from the boy at the near contact.
“Now, hyung.” Sangwoo repeats, this time with an unmistakable tinge of impatience. “Please,” he adds as an afterthought, and Jaeyoung snorts at how halfhearted it sounds.
“Saying it like that doesn’t make you sound less bossy, you know,” he chastises with a click of his tongue, uncapping the bottle of lube. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Jaeyoung coats his fingers with a fair amount of lube, enough to use the excess to slick Sangwoo’s ass. The boy tenses up when the cold liquid touches his entrance, but relaxes as Jaeyoung massages him with gentle rubbing motions, leaning his head on Jaeyoung’s shoulder. He doesn’t even flinch when the tip of a finger slips inside him.
“That went in easy,” Jaeyoung remarks, surprised, pushing the rest of the digit in. “How many fingers did you work up to?”
“T-two… last night,” Sangwoo says shakily. “Three this morning in the shower.”
Jaeyoung tests a second finger and finds it indeed slides in without issue. “Did it feel good?”
“Wasn’t enough.”
“Wasn’t it? Is it because you’re not used to doing it on your own?” Jaeyoung crooks and scissors his fingers, brushing against the spot he’s growing increasingly familiar with. Sangwoo’s breath hitches and he trembles in Jaeyoung’s hold, tightening around his fingers. “Or were you just so hungry for hyung’s cock that you couldn’t get off on your fingers?”
Sangwoo pulls back slightly to give Jaeyoung a heated look, pouty yet defiant. “If you’re gonna keep teasing me…”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jaeyoung amends with a peck to Sangwoo’s lips. “Couldn’t resist messing with you a little. Gonna add another finger, okay?”
“Okay.”
The third finger meets more resistance, even if it’s a relatively easier fit than usual thanks to Sangwoo's previous prep, so Jaeyoung takes his time until Sangwoo starts moving his hips unconsciously, caught between wanting to push back against Jaeyoung’s fingers or forward seeking friction. There’s a damp spot where his cock is covered by the hoodie; Jaeyoung fists him through it, using the material as a sleeve to pump him.
Sangwoo hisses and squeezes his eyes shut at the contact.
“Hyung—”
“Yeah, I think that’s enough,” Jaeyoung huffs. He’s painfully hard himself from watching Sangwoo come undone on his fingers; he can’t wait much longer either.
Fucking finally is written clearly in Sangwoo’s glassy eyes when he opens them again. He gets up on shaky legs to give Jaeyoung room to slip out of his pants, then promptly returns with condom and lube in hand. Jaeyoung is almost embarrassed of the sound he makes when Sangwoo wraps a delicate hand around the girth of his leaking cock and strokes him— once, twice, hard and slow— before rolling a condom over it, coating him in liberal amounts of lube and placing himself on top of Jaeyoung again.
“Here, let me…” Jaeyoung helps Sangwoo line his hole with Jaeyoung’s cock. He gives the younger boy a searching look for any hints of second guessing. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Jaeyoung almost wishes Sangwoo wasn’t facing him. He would’ve loved to be able to see his cock disappearing inside Sangwoo as he sinks down, to pull him flush chest to back and whisper sweet and dirty in his ear. That regret is gone in a moment, though, as he takes in Sangwoo’s expression, only halfway through and already looking so completely wrecked from the exertion.
“F-fuck,” Sangwoo whimpers, tightening around Jaeyoung. “It feels… like it’s stretching me— nngh— so much more this way…”
In this position and without moving, Jaeyoung can’t do much to control his depth and pace like usual; it’s up to Sangwoo to rely on the strength of his thighs to do that, or go down completely. Judging by his expression, the tremors of his legs and the slight deflation of the tent over his cock, Sangwoo has clearly reached the limit of what he can usually take and is now facing that exact dilemma.
“You’re doing so well, Sangwoo-yah,” Jaeyoung says encouragingly. He pushes the hoodie back and takes Sangwoo in his hand to bring him back to full hardness and distract from the sting he must feel. “You’re gonna take me all the way like this.”
“Hyung—”
“Just a little more, baby,” Jaeyoung says, kissing his neck in encouragement. “You’ve come so far already. One last push, okay? You can do it. Hyung is here.”
“O-okay…”
Sangwoo lets out a long low whine from the back of his throat as he pushes himself down on the last centimeters of Jaeyoung’s cock. He throws his head back, exposing the gorgeous column of his neck, and holds on to Jaeyoung’s shoulders for dear life.
It’s sublime. A painting come alive on Jaeyoung’s lap, too beautiful to not be a mirage. Jaeyoung’s eyes roll back from the overwhelming feeling of being fully inside Sangwoo for the first time instead, how hot and tight he feels, and it takes every fiber of his self-control to keep himself together enough to guide Sangwoo instead of just pounding him right then and there.
“Relax, baby,” Jaeyoung leans forward, pants against Sangwoo’s mouth. “Let yourself get used to it. Take your time.”
Sangwoo continues to hold on to Jaeyoung like a lifeline, unable to manage more than mewls and whimpering, hole fluttering around Jaeyoung’s cock as he adapts to the stretch and the new depth. He continues to kiss Sangwoo to distract them both, diligently collecting every little sound that passes Sangwoo’s lips, carefully filing them away along with the imagery of this moment so he remembers it forever. The very first time Sangwoo rode him.
“All good?” Jaeyoung asks, searching for any remnants of discomfort in Sangwoo’s face.
“Y-yeah…” Sangwoo answers. “Gonna try moving…”
Tentatively, he raises his hips, but the movement is so small that it doesn’t do much. He tries again once more, this time with Jaeyoung’s hands on his hips to guide him, rising and then going back down. It’s slow going, but Sangwoo gets the hang of it, and they settle into a rhythm of sorts.
“How does your first ride feel?” Jaeyoung asks. “Wanna hear you.”
“Hyung, it’s so—” Sangwoo chokes out. “The angle. ‘S too much, but it’s g-good?”
“Yeah? You feel good fucking yourself on hyung’s big cock like this?”
“So good—”
The air is heavy around them. Sangwoo’s (Jaeyoung’s) hoodie dampens in more spots around his neck and chest. Jaeyoung pushes it up along with the t-shirt underneath and folds them behind Sangwoo’s neck, so the hoodie is still technically on but his torso is exposed. Sangwoo’s chest is flushed red and starting to glisten with sweat, rosy-brown nipples hard and perky. Jaeyoung places a thumb on each of them, licks a fat stripe from between Sangwoo’s pecs to his neck until their mouths meet again.
He does an experimental thrust upwards to meet Sangwoo’s downstroke and discovers it draws the cutest keening sound from the other boy. He tries it again, changing the angle slightly in a blind shot at Sangwoo’s prostate, and Sangwoo clenches hard around him.
“You’re squeezing me too tight, baby,” Jaeyoung laughs breathlessly. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”
“Can’t help it.” Sangwoo sounds almost apologetic, to Jaeyoung’s surprise. “I’m close too.”
“Yeah? You think you can cum like this? Just from my cock?”
Sangwoo shakes his head. “Can’t— I can’t , Jaeyoungie-hyung, need— want you to touch me.”
And really, Jaeyoung doesn’t know how to deny Sangwoo when he asks like this, the desperate please in his voice audible despite the lack of the word itself.
Sangwoo starts riding him slightly faster, rolling his hips more. Jaeyoung moves in tandem with him, stroking Sangwoo’s cock in time with his well-angled thrusts. It doesn’t take too long of this new pace for Sangwoo to cum with a muted, punched out sound, splattering Jaeyoung’s stomach with his release. He stops moving, his hole grips Jaeyoung’s dick like a vice, as though it’s trying to suck him further in—
It’s Jaeyoung’s limit. He hugs Sangwoo close, props his chin on his shoulder and pistons his hips into that delicious tight heat, desperately chasing his own orgasm. Sangwoo kisses his neck open mouthed, softly moaning a string of “hyung, hyung, hyung—” that pushes Jaeyoung over the edge, answering with his own delirious chant of Sangwoo’s name as he cums.
It takes a while for things to come back into focus for Jaeyoung, both in his vision and his mind.
“Did you feel good?” He asks Sangwoo. His voice sounds distant and slurred to his own ears.
“Mmm,” Sangwoo purrs in Jaeyoung’s neck. “Very.”
“Sorry about that, by the way. I should’ve asked if I could—”
“‘S okay, hyung,” Sangwoo cuts in, pulling back slightly to look up at him. “I liked it. I felt great.”
“Oh,” Jaeyoung says stupidly. “Alright, then.”
“Yeah,” Sangwoo nods. There’s a twinge of amusement in his voice that Jaeyoung’s sluggish brain doesn’t immediately pick up on. “It’s pretty alright, indeed.”
Jaeyoung’s softening cock slips out of Sangwoo, so the younger boy takes that as his cue to clean up. Jaeyoung closes his eyes and lets Sangwoo be the one to handle the aftercare for a change; he looks eager to do it anyway.
When they’re both cleaned up and redressed, Jaeyoung sits sprawled on the couch, sated and tingly and about ready to take a nap. Sangwoo joins him, sitting beside Jaeyoung but leaning over enough for their lips to almost touch.
“About last night… I want you to know I wasn’t frustrated only because I wanted to do it,” he says quietly. “I missed you.”
It’s the first time Jaeyoung hears those words from Sangwoo. They come out in an almost voiceless exhale in the narrow space between their lips, and as shaky as the searching eyes Sangwoo turns on him. A rare moment of fragility for someone whose usual brand of honesty is either blunt, delayed or none at all.
So Jaeyoung swallows the playful “did you now?” sitting on his tongue, shoves away the arched eyebrow and cocky smirk for added effect, and treats what Sangwoo is giving him with the care it demands.
“I missed you, too, Sangwoo-yah,” he says, hand coming up to caress Sangwoo’s cheek. He feels his heart grow three sizes when Sangwoo closes his eyes and leans into the touch. “I spent the whole night here thinking of how much I wanted to be with you instead. I miss you whenever you have to go back to your place.” He takes a deep breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss you like crazy when spring semester starts and you’re not around all the time. I can’t wait for you to graduate.”
A pause. “What’s gonna happen when I graduate?”
“You move in with me for real, if that’s what you want,” Jaeyoung answers without a second of hesitation, holding Sangwoo’s hand. “I mean, it’s already your house too, as far as I’m concerned.” His heart thumps hard in his chest, but he still manages to sound steady, somehow. “We’re just gonna make it official.”
“I want that,” Sangwoo says, surprising Jaeyoung— and himself too, it seems. Confusion flicks in his eyes for a moment, quickly replaced by the resolute gleam his eyes have when his mind is made. “I want to live with you.”
Sangwoo smiles, settles against Jaeyoung’s chest.
Fuck. Jaeyoung is so far gone for this boy. He’s never felt so sure of it with any other relationship before. Nobody else has ever made him want a quiet life of boring couple stuff so badly. He pictures morning routines, grocery lists, cleaning days with music on, making out on the couch with a bad drama forgotten in the background, and maybe even a cat or two. He thinks of making love to Sangwoo until late in the night, only to do it all over again come dawn.
Hell, he didn’t even think of sex as making love before.
Jaeyoung doesn’t doubt for a second that Sangwoo can hear his heart trying to break free from his chest, rattling his ribs like a caged wild animal.
“I love you, Sangwoo-yah.”
Sangwoo tenses up. Slowly, for what feels like the longest seconds of Jaeyoung’s life, he untangles himself from their embrace to really look at Jaeyoung. His mouth is lax with surprise and there’s an emotion in his eyes Jaeyoung can’t decode.
“You don’t have to say it back to me right now if you’re not ready,” he says gently, and there’s a curious sense of peace in finding that he actually means it. He doesn’t care if Sangwoo still hasn’t moved past ‘I like you.’ Jaeyoung is willing to wait for him for as long as it takes. “There’s no pressure.”
But then Sangwoo breaks into a smile, one of the widest Jaeyoung has seen from him. The fog clears from his eyes, and Jaeyoung can name the emotion in them with ease. It’s like seeing his own feelings reflected in a mirror.
Sangwoo kisses him. A hard press of their lips, chaste and slow and sweet.
“I’m not pressured. If anything, I’m relieved. I didn’t know how or when to say it, and when you talked about moving in after my graduation I thought I was gonna have to wait more to say it.”
He lets out a laugh so warm and genuine that it does things to Jaeyoung’s insides, though no more than the words that follow it.
“I love you too, Jaeyoung-hyung.”
And yeah, Jaeyoung really wouldn’t call himself a nocturnal person, necessarily, but if the reward for pulling an all-nighter is his boyfriend riding his dick and cuddling him after saying he loves him, making out lazily until they both end up napping on the couch?
That, he could get used to.