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The dorm is quiet when Gyuvin wakes to the feeling of soft kisses against the back of his neck. He smiles and shifts, stretching his neck to give Ricky more access. He feels Ricky smile against his skin. “Happy birthday, Qyubing.”
Gyuvin yawns. “Good morning, Ricky. I’d like to make a formal birthday boy request for you to kiss me somewhere else, as good as it feels right now.” Ricky snorts a laugh and wiggles on the bed, Gyuvin starting to roll himself over to prepare himself for an actual kiss. But a hand snags the back of Gyuvin’s shirt and pulls it down, lips pressing between his shoulder blades. Gyuvin squeaks and slaps a hand over his mouth as Ricky scraps his teeth against the center of his back. Ricky pulls back and drops Gyuvin’s collar, reaching down to push Gyuvin’s shirt up his back instead. He starts just above the waistband of Gyuvin’s sweatpants, kissing and sucking his way up Gyuvin’s back, and then back down. Gyuvin bites his lip to tamp his little sounds down as much as he can, unsure of who else is up in the dorm. The hallway light isn’t on yet, but that doesn’t mean that an unsuspecting Gunwook isn’t going to pass by their bedroom door and hear Gyuvin moaning.
Ricky is on his second pass down Gyuvin’s back when he’s had enough. He rolls forward, away from Ricky’s puckered lips, and shifts to roll onto his side and face Ricky. His boyfriend’s lips are slick with spit, his mouth stretching into a grin when he sees Gyuvin’s flushed ears and pout. “Not having fun?”
Gyuvin narrows his eyes. “Oh, pardon me for wanting to make out with my boyfriend! Not that it isn’t night to have my back covered in teeth marks, but I’d like some on my lips too!”
Ricky shifts forward and presses his lips against Gyuvin’s in a chaste kiss, Gyuvin leaning forward to chase him once Ricky pulls away. He smiles at Gyuvin. “Forgive me, darling. I was just so caught up in you. I’ll be nice now.” He wraps an arm around Gyuvin’s waist and presses their chests together, slotting his lips against Gyuvin’s again. The kiss is deeper this time, Gyuvin nipping at Ricky’s lips and slipping his tongue between them. Ricky rolls onto his back and Gyuvin moves with him, throwing a leg over Ricky’s lap to straddle him. Ricky places his other hand on Gyuvin’s neck and pulls him further in, their noses pressed against each other.
They break for air and Ricky immediately goes back to Gyuvin’s neck, laving his tongue over the sensitive spots. Gyuvin pants and slides his fingers into Ricky’s hair, yanking him back up to his lips. Ricky’s hand moves down from Gyuvin’s waist and onto his ass, just resting there. Gyuvin moans into Ricky’s mouth and Ricky gives an experimental squeeze, Gyuvin kissing him harder in approval. “Shen Quanrui.” He breathes into Ricky’s mouth. “I love you.”
Ricky squeezes his ass and sinks his teeth into Gyuvin’s bottom lip. “I love you too, Kim Gyuvin.” Gyuvin presses his head into the pillow and sucks Ricky’s tongue into his mouth.
“You two up?” There’s a light knock on the door, and Gyuvin sighs and kisses Ricky harder. “Hanbin made breakfast, something special for Gyuvin. Come get it while you still can.”
Gyuvin reluctantly pulls away from Ricky’s lips and turns to face the door. “We’ll be out in a minute!” He calls. Footsteps pad away from the door and towards the kitchen, and Gyuvin turns back to Ricky. His boyfriend is staring up at him like Gyuvin is the only thing he’d ever like to see again. Gyuvin shifts on Ricky’s lap, suddenly bashful.
“Are we eating?” Ricky asks, his hand still on Gyuvin’s asscheek. Gyuvin considers him.
“In a few minutes.” He dives back down.
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Gyuvin tumbles onto his bed, his hair freshly washed and his face covered with a sheet mask. Ricky follows a few minutes later, kneeling beside his dresser and shuffling through a drawer. He stands and turns around, meeting Gyuvin’s eyes. Gyuvin reaches his arms out and Ricky smiles, shuffling over to the bed and lacing his fingers with Gyuvin’s. He stares at Gyuvin for a moment, his eyes and smile soft. “I have something for you.” He says. Gyuvin blinks and pushes himself up, pressing the nose of the face mask back against his skin.
“I thought you gave me my birthday presents earlier though? The coat, and the stupid little heart ring.”
Ricky shakes his head. “Those were your presents. I just have something more for you. It’s a little more. . . personal.”
Gyuvin nods slowly. “What is it?”
Ricky takes a deep breath and slowly leans down, kneeling beside Gyuvin’s bed. He blinks at his boyfriend and then looks down at the hand that isn’t connected to Gyuvin’s, the hand holding a small black box. Gyuvin stops breathing.
“This isn’t what you think it is. Or, well it is. But not yet? I’m saying this so horribly, I’m sorry Qyubing.” Ricky shakes his head and breathes out, squaring his shoulders as he looks up to meet Gyuvin’s eyes. “You’re it for me, Gyuvin. I’m never going to love anyone the way I love you, and the way I’m going to love you for all my life. We’re too young for us to be married – we can’t in either of our home countries anyway. Maybe one day, in LA. But for now, this is just a promise. It’s an I-Love-You, and a Please-Stay.” He shifts the box in his hand and opens it with his thumb. A silver ring sits in the box, two small G’s connecting. “I’ll get you a better one later on. But for now, I thought you’d like this one.” The alarm for Gyuvin’s face mask goes off, his phone buzzing on the sheets behind him. They both ignore it.
Gyuvin chokes back a sob and holds his hand out, Ricky scrambling to get the ring out of the box. He slides it onto Gyuvin’s finger and Gyuvin brings his hand up to his face, inspecting the ring. He looks back at Ricky, and tears are dripping out of his eyes. Ricky reaches up and swipes his thumb beneath Gyuvin’s eye, wiping his tears away. “Really? For me?”
“Of course it’s for you.” Ricky whispers. “Who else.” Gyuvin sniffs. He smiles.
“I love you, Shen Quanrui.”
“And I love you, Kim Gyuvin.”