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Pretty much the entire school knows about Gyuvin's sex life by now---a fact that Seungeon will never let Ricky live down, judging by the angry texts Gyuvin gets from his boyfriend every time Ricky hangs out with Seungeon, usually something along the lines of, KIM GYUVIN, IF YOU SAY ONE MORE WORD ABOUT OUR FUCKING SEX LIFE IN PUBLIC, I'M GOING TO FUCKING STRANGLE YOU---which is why no one is surprised when Gyuvin slams both hands down on one of the student hub's overly flimsy tables and announces, "I had sex with my boyfriend."
Junhyeon doesn't bat an eyelash. Gunwook doesn't even glance up from his computer, because he's a good student and also the only one of them to actually use the student hub to study. Hyunbeen doesn't look away from where he's 1v1-ing Junhyeon in Call of Duty, head remaining firmly settled in Gunwook's lap. Hyunbeen evidently wins, judging by how Junhyeon smacks his phone down onto the table and shouts, "Gunwook, I'm going to steal your boyfriend from you!"
"Okay. Let me rephrase that," Gyuvin adds on, because no one cares about him having sex with his boyfriend, but if he adds in the specifics of said sex with his boyfriend... "I fucked him."
That gets their attention. Junhyeon's head does a full one-eighty-degree swivel on his neck, which shouldn't even be possible but Gyuvin supposes the power of gossip does marvellous things. Gunwook stops typing for a full five seconds---which is how Gyuvin knows he's invested, because Gunwook just got out of class twenty minutes ago and he has a policy of finishing homework immediately after getting it. Hyunbeen drops his phone on his face, which leads to him mumbling a string of pained curses while Gunwook desperately tries to kiss it better.
"Finally!" Junhyeon cheers. "How was it?"
"How'd you even convince him to do that?" Gunwook questions, taking a break from fussing over his boyfriend to send a confused stare in Gyuvin's direction. "I thought he was totally against the idea?"
"I think he warmed up to it once we actually tried it," Gyuvin states casually. That's an understatement, he thinks, unable to conceal his smirk at the memory of the night before, when Ricky had gotten far too impatient to be stuffed, climbed on top of Gyuvin, and practically ridden his soul out of his body.
(Seriously, Gyuvin had almost thought his dick was going to fall off. It hadn't stopped him from fucking his boyfriend again first thing this morning, which had led to both of them limping in about half an hour late for school. Which is fine for Ricky, since he's only got one class at ten and then he's home free. Not so much for Gyuvin, who'd had to pretty much ninja his way into his eight a.m. maths class to keep his maths teacher from seeing him, because he doesn't know how to explain that he skipped class to get laid again. Fortunately, Seungeon had covered for him by keeping their maths teacher occupied as Gyuvin had crawled into his seat, because Seungeon is a homie. Even if he is pretty bitchless.)
Hyunbeen definitely notices Gyuvin's self-satisfied expression, judging by the way he claps his hands together with a loud whoop. "He loved it, didn't he? That's why you look so smug!"
"Got him hooked on my dick," Gyuvin brags, a little more proudly than he should, but hey, the rest of Dog Union's (plus Hyunbeen) probably said far worse. Heck, Junhyeon alone's probably said far worse.
"Okay, TMI, did not need to know that," Hyunbeen complains, setting his phone down and flinging his hands over his ears. "Have some compassion for the minors in the room, thank you very much."
"You turned eighteen in April," Gyuvin points out.
"I'm a minor in spirit. And no matter how excited Junhyeon is to hear about Ricky getting railed---" Junhyeon makes a few vague noises of protest at this but doesn't deny otherwise, "---I would like to keep my ears pure, thank you very much."
"Unlike your hands, considering how you gave Gunwook a hand job," Junhyeon mutters.
"He gave me one too," Hyunbeen reminds him airily, because it's one for all and all for one and evidently, if he's going to get teased, he's going to make sure his boyfriend goes down with him too. (Gunwook briefly pauses his affections to shoot his boyfriend a droll stare, which Hyunbeen elects to ignore.) "How's your courtship of Yunseo going?"
Junhyeon groans loudly, dropping his head down onto the table. "Horrible."
"Ah, so nothing's new," Gunwook remarks, going back to his homework. "He still won't look at you?"
"I'm fairly certain he has a thing for Seungeon," Junhyeon complains, and Gyuvin's tempted to correct him, because he's not sure how anyone could have a thing for Seungeon. (Then again, he's known Seungeon since they were in second grade and Seungeon accidentally threw up on him on the first day of school, so he's probably biased.)
"Why don't you just text him?" Gunwook interjects.
"I'm not doing that!"
"Why don't I just text him for you?" Gyuvin suggests. It doesn't take long for Junhyeon to realise he's left his phone on the table, evident by the way he lunges for it---a split second too late, because Gyuvin quickly scoops it up and retreats to the corner of the student hub. (Any attempts to get it back are quickly thwarted by Hyunbeen, who despite being the human equivalent of a stick, manages to hold Junhyeon back for a solid two seconds before Gunwook finishes the job by straight-up sitting on him.)
Gyuvin squints at Junhyeon's contact list---he knows Junhyeon's password, of course. All of them do, considering how when Junhyeon gets drunk, he likes to spill important shit. Such as his phone password. And the location of his will. And his bank account number, which none of them have fortunately been mean (or broke) enough to take advantage of. (Yet.) "You put a heart next to Yunseo's name? Dude, you really aren't as subtle as you think you are."
"I wasn't trying to be subtle," Junhyeon sulks, from where he's currently pinned underneath Gunwook. "I want him to know I like him."
"That's what we're doing right now. Telling him you like him," Hyunbeen chirps.
"Not this way!" Junhyeon squawks, a little too late, considering how Gyuvin's already typing out the beginning of Junhyeon's future marriage.
moe moe kum: will u go out w me
moe moe kum: 2 date
yun 💞: sure
yun 💞: btw gyuvin i know this is you literally no one else types like that
moe moe kum: fuck
moe moe kum: will u go out w junhyeon anyway
yun 💞: yes
yun 💞: tell him he's not very subtle
"He says you're not very subtle," Gyuvin announces, making Junhyeon go red from the tips of his ears to the tips of his toes. "Also, he said yes."
Junhyeon freezes instantly, mouth falling open. Hyunbeen immediately starts clapping, eliciting weird stares from the rest of the occupants of the student hub. (Most of them see Gyuvin and promptly go back to what they're doing, looking totally unsurprised. Gyuvin resents that. Sure, maybe he talks about his sex life in public way too much, but still.) Gunwook finally gets off his best friend, and Junhyeon dashes halfway across the room to snatch his phone back from Gyuvin. (Gyuvin gives it up without a fight, because he is really not looking forward to getting tackled today.) "You're shitting me."
"I'm not shitting you. He said yes!" Gyuvin gives Junhyeon a congratulatory slap on the back. "Congrats on your future husband!"
"Holy shit," Junhyeon gasps, eyes still firmly fixed on his phone like he's just won the lottery---then again, to Junhyeon, a date with Ji Yunseo's probably the same thing. "No way. No way. I'm dreaming. I'm fucking dreaming."
"You can thank me later," Gyuvin says, just as a buzz from his pocket quickly has his hands fumbling for his own device. He leaves Junhyeon rambling something about how he's definitely dreaming and can someone please pinch him (Hyunbeen gladly obliges, and the yelp Junhyeon lets out confirms that he's definitely not dreaming) in favour of digging his phone out and clicking on the latest message---an image from Ricky.
Ricky sends him a lot of weird shit during school hours, sometimes to mess with him and sometimes just because Ricky is genuinely kind of weird at times but no one notices because he's so handsome, so Gyuvin's fully prepared for a cute cat video, yet another Russian sleep experiment copypasta, or---so he hopes---a nude, because Ricky once sent him a picture of his bare ass a few months back and Gyuvin had to excuse himself from class to go jack off in the bathroom. (Maths, again. Maybe that's why his maths teacher hates him.) Nothing prepares him for what he actually gets.
A picture of a pregnancy test stares up at him, two lines firmly etched across it.
puppygyu: r u pegnan
puppygyu: how tf does that even happen
puppygyu: y r u pregant
puppygyu: omg am i a dad now
lovelicky: i'm not pregnant
lovelicky: that was my way of telling you the lingerie i bought arrived without actually showing you said lingerie
lovelicky: because i know you'll get hard imagining me in it and that's going to be tough to explain to whoever you're with right now
lovelicky: if you skip class again to run home and fuck me i'm actually going to break up with you
This can only mean one thing. And against every wish Ricky's ever had (or maybe it was Ricky's intention after all, because Ricky can be such a fucking tease), Gyuvin does get hard.
puppygyu: is this ur way of saying
puppygyu: u want me
puppygyu: to get u pregabte 2nite
lovelicky: fuck you
lovelicky: but also yes
puppygyu: home in 5
lovelicky: don't you fucking DARE
lovelicky: gyuvin
lovelicky: GYUVIN
lovelicky: GYUVIN FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU ASSHOLE
lovelicky: GYUVINNNNN
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"I'm going to start blocking you during school hours," Ricky gripes from the other side of their bedroom door---technically, it's Ricky's bedroom door, but really, Gyuvin's room does nothing but gather dust anymore---where he's been locked for the past fifteen minutes. When Gyuvin had peeled into their living room at the speed of light, Ricky (who'd somehow been holding out hope that Gyuvin wouldn't actually skip class to run home and fuck him, for some ungodly reason) had paused his latest trashy reality show to chew Gyuvin out for a good two minutes before finally flinging his arms around him.
"I'm very flattered," Ricky had admitted. "But just know that if you do fail out of university, none of it is my fault."
"I'll take full responsibility for any future failures," Gyuvin had promised. "Now can I fuck you?"
Ricky had let out a resigned sigh, getting off the couch and heading upstairs. "Let me get ready first."
"Cleaning yourself out?"
"No. I did that earlier because I suspected you'd pull this shit," because Ricky knows him better than anyone else. And Ricky had winked then, almost sent Gyuvin straight to his knees. "I've got to get changed."
And here they are, now, Gyuvin hunched outside Ricky's door like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey---although he's probably more like a golden retriever, since the invisible ears and tail he doesn't actually have are practically wagging at a mile a minute by now. "I mean, you were the one who texted me first," Gyuvin whines.
"I was trying to give you a little teaser for tonight!"
"You should know I have zero self-control by now!"
"Your self-control was perfectly fine when you waited nearly two months to fuck me!" Still, the bedroom door cracks open just a slit, a pair of very flushed cheeks and a head of perfectly-coiffed blonde hair poking out. "I think you're going to need to come in," Ricky mutters, evidently too embarrassed to even look Gyuvin in the eye, and Gyuvin swears he breaks some kind of speed limit with the way he practically barrels inside.
And stops dead in his tracks immediately, because holy shit.
"Uh," Gyuvin manages ever-so-eloquently, tongue practically falling out of his mouth.
His boyfriend---his gorgeous, amazing, fucking evil boyfriend---stands right in front of him, hands tucked behind his back out of sheer mortification. The sheer babydoll he's wearing is sleeveless, pale pink, and practically see-through, a scandalously low neck slipping off his chest, the skirt ending just slightly above his milky thighs. Ricky turns his gaze to the floor, hesitantly tugging one of the straps further up his shoulder. "Don't stare at me like that," he mumbles.
"Um," Gyuvin gets out this time, equally eloquently. And of course, he continues staring, because he's seen Ricky in lingerie before, but it hadn't been this...transparent. Gyuvin can easily see the outline of lace cupping his hips, and every inch of him instantly stiffens to attention.
A little bit of the embarrassment melts away from Ricky's pretty face, replaced with a tinge of mock annoyance. Ricky spreads his arms wide, the babydoll hitching itself up his thighs even higher. "Are you going to keep staring with your mouth open, or are you going to come over and touch me?"
His sentence cuts off in a surprised yelp as Gyuvin practically tackles him onto the bed, clumsily pressing their lips together. Ricky's hand comes up to steady him, gently cupping his cheek in an attempt to turn their desperate kisses into something slower, sweeter, dripping like honey off the tip of Gyuvin's tongue, like strawberries in the middle of summer. His palm reaches down to cup his boyfriend's plush ass through the lingerie, squeezing it until Ricky bites back a moan.
"Gyu," Ricky whines.
"Sorry, princess," Gyuvin apologises, claiming another kiss greedily as he pushes his beautiful boyfriend down into the mattress. "Not sure if I can control myself when you look this pretty."
Ricky grabs Gyuvin's chin firmly, tugs his face down until they're pressed nose to nose. "Then don't," he rasps, the universe glittering in his sharp dark eyes. "Do whatever you want to me."
Ricky's going to be the death of him. Ricky's actually going to be the death of him. Gyuvin's going to die right here and right now and it's all going to be fucking Shen Quanrui's fault for being way too damn sexy.
He lets Ricky tugs his shirt off easily, getting to work on his jeans until Gyuvin's clothes meet the corner of the room and his bare body rubs against the sleek lace of Ricky's lingerie. "You're so fucking gorgeous," Gyuvin practically moans, flipping the skirt up gently to fondle his boyfriend's ass through his panties---a tiny pink lace number that barely covers anything, pink bows settled firmly on top of Ricky's defined hipbones. "I'm going to have to take pictures of you one day."
"Why, so you can jerk off to them?" Ricky challenges, still so bratty even as Gyuvin pushes the defined V-neck of his babydoll down further, the collar low enough to expose his right nipple. Gyuvin instantly wraps his mouth around the bud, lapping at it until it blooms swollen and scarlet and Ricky's a moaning mess under him.
"Yeah, I'm going to cum on your face even when you aren't there," Gyuvin teases.
He's rewarded with the barest hint of a smile, flickering gently across Ricky's heart-shaped mouth. "Why do you need to do that when you've got the real thing right here?"
"Because---" Gyuvin reaches beneath his boyfriend to squeeze his ass again, indenting half-moons into his skin. "---why would I want to cum on your face when I can just cum in you instead?"
He slips his hand into Ricky's panties, thumb brushing over something. To his surprise, Ricky whimpers, biting his lip to keep his noises back.
"Holy shit, did you plug yourself up?" Gyuvin gasps. "When?"
"When you---" Ricky's sentence cuts off in a squeak when Gyuvin presses down on the plug, rocks it further into him. "---stopped texting me---I knew you'd come---so I figured I'd better---ah, Gyu---get ready---"
"You know your wife so well," Gyuvin says, leaning down to press another kiss to his boyfriend's sugar-sweet lips. "Fuck, I fucking love you."
"I fucking love you too." Ricky kisses him right back, loves him the way Gyuvin does, the way he knows Ricky does too. "Now can you please---"
Easily realising what his boyfriend wants, Gyuvin carefully slides the lacy panties down Ricky's thighs and sets them neatly to the side, vowing to photograph Ricky in them sometime. He flips Ricky's skirt up, gently easing the plug from his straining rim with a wet pop as Ricky squirms indignantly and clenches around nothing, swollen rim twitching around air. Gyuvin can't stop staring at his reddened hole, so perfect and pretty and pink, just like the rest of him. It would be a shame to not taste it---
"Gyuvin!" Ricky yelps incredulously as Gyuvin grabs him and flips him over onto his hands and knees. "What the fuck---oh, fuck, fuck, Gyu---"
His surprised exclamations turn to shrieks when Gyuvin presses his tongue flat against Ricky's lube-slick hole, dips the tip in ever so slightly. Ricky's elbows tremble as Gyuvin gently dots kisses around his rim, and when Gyuvin pushes his tongue in fully, Ricky's arms collapse from beneath him almost immediately.
"Gyu!" Ricky wails as Gyuvin fucks his tongue further in, hardly any resistance meeting him. "No---ah, fuck---"
His face is pressed into the mattress by now, the entire expanse of his body blazing scarlet, skirt bunched up around his hips as Gyuvin spreads Ricky's ass apart with his large hands, dipping his tongue in as far as it can go. He's never done this before, knows none of them really have, but the way Ricky shakes and curses and convulses as he pushes his ass back on Gyuvin's face lets Gyuvin know that he's doing something right.
He sucks around Ricky's swollen rim gently, fucks his tongue in and out of him in steady strokes until Ricky's practically sobbing into the sheets, thighs shaking as he balls his fists into the blankets. When Gyuvin gently slides in one finger as well, that's all it takes for Ricky to cum, spilling over the sheets and the inside of his babydoll as he clenches around Gyuvin's tongue desperately, Gyuvin's name a curse and a prayer all at the same time on his pretty lips.
"Was that okay?" Gyuvin asks fondly when Ricky finally stops shaking, gently nuzzling his cheek into the side of his boyfriend's plush ass. "Do you want me to stop? Or we can take a break, if you want."
Ricky slowly raises his head, glancing back to stare at Gyuvin. His eyeliner's completely ruined, tear tracks streaking black down his crimson cheeks. His hair's in no better shape, the tangled blonde mess a far cry from his usual flawless do. Gyuvin thinks he's never looked prettier. "Why haven't you ever eaten me out before?" he rasps, voice hoarse from crying.
"I mean, I never really thought of it before, and I also never really thought I could actually do it, or that you'd let me do it, for that matter---"
"You've got to do it more often. It feels fucking amazing." Ricky manages to push himself up into a sitting position with no little effort, straps slipping off his broad shoulders. Gyuvin doesn't miss the way his thighs are still trembling, and a rush of pride floods his chest at that. "Now come on. I want you to fuck me."
"So bossy, princess," Gyuvin teases. He'd lean in to kiss him again if he didn't know better (because Ricky would definitely bitch at him for sticking his tongue in his mouth when said tongue's just been in his ass, and Gyuvin really doesn't want to kill the mood right now). Instead, he settles for pressing a row of gentle pecks up his boyfriend's throat, entranced by the way Ricky's head flies back. "Need me to prep you more?"
Ricky makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. "No, I just need you in me, damn it."
Before Gyuvin can continue teasing him, his boyfriend smacks his hands against his chest, shoving Gyuvin down until his back hits the mattress. How he's still got so much strength in him after practically falling apart on Gyuvin's tongue, Gyuvin will never know. Still, he's always been a lover of pretty things and excellent views, so he sits back patiently and enjoys the show as Ricky straddles him, sliding his ass over the tip of Gyuvin's cock.
Gyuvin moans when the very tip of his cock dips into Ricky's tight heat, barely pushing in. "Ricky."
"Patience, Gyu." Ricky's smirk is devilish, mischievous. Like he knows he's got the upper hand here, and he's not afraid to use it. "Be a good wife for me."
His rim catches on Gyuvin's cock a few more times, and just as Gyuvin is seriously considering flipping his boyfriend over and fucking him until the neighbours file a noise complaint, Ricky sinks down on Gyuvin with a high moan, ass swallowing him down to the base in one go. It's a far cry from the first time they'd done anything like this, when Ricky had been so tense and unyielding. Now he moves like he knows how to, soft and supple and almost graceful in the gentle roll of his hips as Gyuvin splits him open.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good---" Gyuvin grits out, hands coming up to circle Ricky's waist. He manages to pull himself up into a sort of crunch, thanking Gunwook for constantly dragging him to the gym as he lets his forehead droop against his boyfriend's lace-covered chest. "So fucking good for me."
"All yours," Ricky whimpers, eyes watering at the weight, the burn, the stretch of having Gyuvin buried deep inside him. Even under the soiled lace of his babydoll, his flaccid cock quickly swells back to life as he rocks himself down on Gyuvin, takes him in as far as he can go. "Fuck, you're so fucking big, so deep inside me---"
He's so tight and hot and wet, almost scorching as he clenches around Gyuvin, pulls himself off on trembling thighs until only Gyuvin's tip remains inside him. Gyuvin doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, fucked pussy-dumb by just being inside Ricky as he snaps his own hips upwards to meet Ricky's next thrust, tearing a shriek from his boyfriend's mouth that he instantly slams his hand over his face to hide.
"Did I hit your prostate, baby?" Gyuvin questions, unable to help that honeyed fondness from creeping into his voice as he fucks up into Ricky again, presses his fingertips into his slender hipbones, coaxes a wail free from him this time. And it's almost beautiful, how Ricky tries to conceal all his pretty little noises with absolutely zero success.
"Fuck, Gyu, don't stop---" Ricky gasps raggedly as he practically goes limp on top of Gyuvin, obediently letting him tighten his grip on his waist and lift him up, before dropping him back down again. Ricky sobs, eyeliner running down his flushed cheeks as Gyuvin continues fucking into him, driving into his prostate with almost every thrust.
A movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention, and one hand flies to Ricky's flat stomach---formerly flat stomach, given the evident indent outlined in his belly. "Shit, Ricky," Gyuvin moans once he realises what it is, tracing his finger around the bulge. Ricky's eyes snap open immediately, his gaze travelling to Gyuvin's palm. "I can fucking see myself in you."
Then he presses down.
Ricky instantly convulses with a scream, clamping down on Gyuvin's cock as his dick spurts white all over the inside of his lingerie, his entire body shaking itself out of his skin. Gyuvin holds him through it all, even as Ricky clenches down on him and sobs and wails and clings to his shoulders, brain practically leaking out of his ears. It's that new tightness that has Gyuvin cumming too with a low groan, fucking Ricky through the last dregs of his orgasm as he spills deep inside him, paints every inch of Ricky's insides with his cum.
Once Ricky's ragged pants have slowed to deep inhales and Gyuvin's own breathing has evened out slightly, he lets his forehead fall against Ricky's chest again, lets Ricky slump boneless and limp against him. "That was fucking incredible," Gyuvin gasps, a wheeze still caught somewhere in his throat.
"You're so lucky this is washable, because this was expensive," Ricky gripes, but the way he snuggles further into Gyuvin's embrace lets him know that he's not mad in the slightest.
For a moment, they just---stay, lost in the middle of their personal universe, their little bubble growing and wavering and expanding all around them. Gyuvin reaches up to wipe a eyeliner-streaked tear track from Ricky's face, to ruffle his hair even though he mumbles weak protests into the crook of Gyuvin's shoulder. His chest swells at the sight, something far beyond like, something far beyond love. It burns deep in the spaces between his ribs, consuming Gyuvin whole. Because he loves Ricky, more than he's ever loved anyone else, more than the universe loves the stars, more than the sun loves the moon.
Fuck, I wish I could be with him forever, he thinks.
And then he realises: he can.
"Hey, Ricky?" Gyuvin starts hesitantly, and he doesn't miss the hitch in his own voice, trembling out of his lungs. He's nervous, yes, but something tells him to do it now, that it's now or never, and Gyuvin realises that he's never been so sure of anything in his whole damn life.
"Hmm?" Ricky murmurs drowsily, eyes still closed.
"Wanna get hitched?"
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"And that was how I found out he was planning to ask me to marry him that day as well, but I...kind of impulse popped the question before he could?" Gyuvin reaches up to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly. "He even had the ring in his bedside drawer and everything. I feel kind of bad for ruining his proposal."
Seungeon stares up at him with starry eyes, because even though he'll always deny it, Seungeon's one hell of a hopeless romantic. "So...was your proposal at least good?"
"Hell no," Gyuvin sighs. "I fucked him and then asked him if he wanted to get married after we both came."
Seungeon fixes him with the most bombastic side-eye he's ever seen before slamming his head down onto a table with an exasperated sigh. "How are you still not single?"
"I like to joke that he fell in love with my cock," Gyuvin points out helpfully.
"Yeah, dick so good I had to tie it down." A pair of long arms wrap themselves around him, and Gyuvin can't help the smile that spreads itself across his face, curling up to his eyes until his cheeks actually start to hurt. "Don't pretend like you're any better. You literally popped the question after you nutted in my ass."
Seungeon lets out a noise resembling a dying goat, probably both fearing for his virgin ears and also wondering how the hell his two ultra-weird friends managed to end up with each other. "Did he at least...redo the proposal? Without nutting in your ass first?"
"I'm working on it," Gyuvin says, gently tucking his head into the junction where Ricky's shoulder meets his throat. He can feel the gold ring nestled snugly on his finger every time he moves, warmth seeping into his bloodstream and lighting the rest of him on fire. It's a reminder that he loves Ricky, and that Ricky loves him right back.
"We only got engaged last week. He's got plenty of time." Ricky leans in to press a fond peck to Gyuvin's lips, and Gyuvin cups his chin, kisses him back until all the stars in the sky meld into the twin curves of their searching mouths, explodes into moonshine and stardust and an ultraviolet sunrise, transcending the boundaries of time and space.
Gyuvin thinks of the ring he's got waiting to be picked up in two days time. It's gold on the outside with a tiny row of diamonds on the top, because that's classy and sweet and shiny---just the way Ricky likes it. He thinks of the overpriced house they've turned into a home. He thinks of Ricky---sweet, beautiful, bratty Ricky, forever golden for Gyuvin alone. And he thinks of marriage and a family and a future, and he thinks of how none of that matters as long as he's got Ricky by his side.
There aren't many things Gyuvin knows. He still doesn't know how to calculate the Z-score of a bell curve, or how many hearts an octopus has, or what metamorphosis really means.
But what Gyuvin does know for sure, with all his heart, is that he loves Ricky.
And in the end, Ricky loves him right back.