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Jaehyun can tell when someone's coming in there because he hears the sound of his window opening. It’s dangerous to keep it unlocked and with the curtains open even, maybe, but he has nothing to fear when it’s just—
“Hello, pet.”
—when it's just Jaehyun’s vampire boyfriend, who only comes at night, because of course he does.
Jaehyun turns away from his desk to find Yuta sitting on the ledge of his open window, dressed in his usual, tight all-black outfit and holding out a bouquet. There’s a smile on his face that shows off his upper fangs just enough. Jaehyun grins back, dimples revealing themselves as he speaks, “You’re late.”
“Surprise?” Yuta asks, hopping off the ledge. He turns and pulls down the window, locking it shut. Jaehyun blinks and Yuta is sitting on top of his desk, checking the time on his laptop. “You should stop doing your schoolwork, love, it’s already one in the morning.”
“Well, I need to finish this paper by ten,” Jaehyun lets out a huff, the air making his bangs fly. “My prof’s an ass. I mean, he always was, but still.”
“I’ll kill him for you,” Yuta deadpans, setting the bouquet down on the desk beside Jaehyun’s keyboard.
“Please don’t,” Jaehyun replies, picking up the flowers and sniffing them. This isn’t the first time Yuta threatened to get rid of things he thinks are inconveniences, and Jaehyun hopes that there won’t ever be a time Yuta will go through with his threats. “Did you steal these from the cemetery again?”
“No!” Yuta says, indignant. He can’t believe Jaehyun would accuse him of doing such a thing. He has class, but not enough, it seems. “I stole them from a flower shop.”
Jaehyun groans. “Why do I even bother asking?”
“The reason escapes me,” Yuta hums. Don’t tell him, but Jaehyun can listen to him talk all day but never get tired. There’s just something about the way he speaks, the language he uses… He’s articulate and smart, aided by the centuries he's lived, and Jaehyun worships him. “Come, my pet, let’s get you to bed.”
“But…” Jaehyun whines when Yuta pulls him up from his desk and turns off the lamp. “But my paper!”
“Hush, lamb,” Yuta purrs, slamming Jaehyun’s laptop closed. He scoops Jaehyun up into his arms, like Jaehyun weighs nothing at all— Jaehyun has learned to relax whenever Yuta shows off his superhuman strength this way, because Yuta likes to use those times to impress him. When he’s laid on the bed with his body against the pillows, Yuta is caging him in with his body, with a sparkle in his eye, and mischief smeared across his smirk like lipstick. “You can do it later.”
Jaehyun swallows, face turning pink even under the dark of night. There’s only one reason that Yuta would make that expression— one reason that coincidentally involves Jaehyun. He wiggles against Yuta, trying to see if there’s any loose ends, but Yuta just leans in closer. “I really have to get that paper done.”
“Shh, you deserve to rest, to relax,” Yuta whispers, tilting his head so he can kiss Jaehyun’s neck, the skin above his jugular vein. Jaehyun lets his head loll, an invitation for Yuta to drink if he so pleases. Yuta chuckles. “Let me take care of you, darling.”
“Yuta—” Jaehyun swallows, biting his lip when Yuta turns to sniff at his other jugular. He shudders when he feels teeth graze against it. He knows Yuta wouldn’t drink from there right now as it’s a bit too messy for Jaehyun’s liking at the moment, but Jaehyun feels his heart speed up anyway. Maybe it’s because Yuta holds him down and holds him close, whenever he drinks from there.
“You smell so good, my pet,” Yuta mumbles, lips trailing down to kiss Jaehyun’s collarbone. His question is loaded, “Will you let me?”
Jaehyun nods, slinging an arm over his eyes. His blush is probably noticeable by now, even when it’s so late at night. Damn Yuta and his sex appeal. Damn Jaehyun for being so weak for him. “Y-Yeah— Yeah, Yuta, please.”
Yuta shifts, pecking Jaehyun’s shoulder that reveals itself through the large sweater as he goes down, down, down. His hands do the opposite and hike up, bringing the offending sweater along with them so that Yuta can kiss the faint lines of his abs. Jaehyun squirms, breathing out a soft, “Yuta…”
“Shh, just let me adore you, little lamb,” Yuta coos. Jaehyun goes to the gym thrice a week, his personal trainer says that he’s building his muscles perfectly, so he has no idea where Yuta got the idea of calling him a lamb, especially a little one. But Yuta pulls back and his eyes shine like he’s hungry, with just the faintest of a red tint in them, and Jaehyun thinks he gets where the pet name is coming from. “You tempt me.”
“Sorry?” Jaehyun breathlessly laughs, sucking in a breath when cold fingers tug at the waistband of his shorts insistently and sharp teeth lightly tease at one of his nipples. He feels Yuta’s hair gently brush against his chest. “F-Fuck...”
There’s a breath against his chest, simultaneously warm and cold. It moves to his other nipple, and a tongue darts out to tease it until it’s hard. Jaehyun squirms, lifting himself enough so that Yuta can tug his shorts and boxers down. They’re thrown somewhere across the room, soon to be forgotten as Yuta slithers down, taking his time. There’s teeth nibbling on Jaehyun’s thigh now, and a question. “May I?”
Jaehyun shakily inhales, hands curling in Yuta’s hair, tugging slightly at his hair, fingers twisting around the dark brown locks. His cock twitches in interest. Yuta looks up at him through his lashes, expecting an answer, so Jaehyun gives it to him. “Yes. Please,” Teeth nibble at the skin above the femoral artery, and Jaehyun jerks. He holds in a breath, pulling Yuta’s hair away. Jaehyun frowns slightly, not being able to help himself as his mind flashes back to his professor’s lecture about the different blood vessels and how he could bleed out to death— Jaehyun would rather live, thank you very much. “Hey. Not there, Yu.”
“I’m just teasing, darling,” Yuta laughs, moving to actually kiss the artery, lips firm. Jaehyun bites his lip, because they both know full well that if Yuta turns his head just slightly, he’d come face to face with his dick. That fucker. Yuta pulls away, eyes crimson; oh, he must’ve waited a while to feed— he hadn’t fed from Jaehyun for the past couple of days, after all. He must be very hungry. Yuta breathes out, “Your blood just roars whenever I do this.”
Jaehyun gulps when Yuta leans back down, a hand on his cock. Yuta sucks on the inner thigh on purpose, because he knows full well how sensitive the skin is there, leaving hickeys and branding Jaehyun all over again. It makes Jaehyun curl his toes, and he doesn’t stop his whimper when he feels sharp teeth press a bit too hard on his outer thigh.
“Do it,” Jaehyun massages Yuta’s scalp soothingly. Yuta is so sweet to him, always checking to see if Jaehyun is okay despite the former assuring him that he is. “Please, ‘s all yours.”
Jaehyun gasps when he feels the teeth sink in, of course he does— no matter how many times Yuta has drunk from him, he just never got used to it. Vampire teeth are sharp as knives if not even sharper, and while it’s essentially painless, it’s… well, it’s still teeth sinking into the skin. But Jaehyun doesn’t worry about it, letting Yuta bite into his other thigh.
“Smells so wonderful,” Yuta moans, lapping up at the blood. He squeezes Jaehyun’s thighs, kneading them and drinking the crimson red that bubbles up underneath his palms. “Tastes divine, too.”
“Feels good…” Jaehyun mumbles, feeling the venom worm its way in his system already. Wow, Yuta must’ve been starving if his venom was so potent that Jaehyun’s relaxed in seconds. His fingers tremble slightly, still curled in Yuta’s hair. “Fuuuck.”
There’s some faint slurping sounds and hands still squeezing Jaehyun’s thighs, until Jaehyun feels Yuta lick over the wounds. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, legs twitching as Yuta pulls away and licks his lips to get any stray drops of blood. “Delicious as always, pet.”
“Thank you,” Jaehyun mumbles, hands falling to tug at Yuta’s shirt. “Now take this off.”
Yuta rolls his eyes, but his gentle smile gives him away as he pulls his shirt off with a flourish. His skin is pale, that’s obvious, but something glimmers around his chest— something shiny. Jaehyun sits up the best he can with shaky arms, gesturing to said shiny thing. “What’s… What’s that?”
“W— This?” Yuta asks, holding up the item with two fingers. Thanks to the faint moonlight, it looks like a ring with a blue gem inlaid, looped around Yuta’s neck by a piece of string as a makeshift necklace. Yuta leans forward so Jaehyun can look closer, and the latter notices that it seems to be made out of gold. “I’m pretty sure you know what it is. But I won’t tell you what it does just yet, my love, as it is a surprise."
“A surprise?” Jaehyun repeats. Yuta chuckles as he pulls away. “For me?”
"Yes, now hush. Don't focus on that now," Yuta says, kissing down Jaehyun's chest. Focus on me instead, he seems to say through his kisses. "Your oil?"
"Lube’s in the drawer," Jaehyun gestures to his nightstand. He takes deep breaths as Yuta rummages through it, the venom making everything slightly fuzzy; he blinks, but it doesn’t go away. “Mmh…”
“Oh, darling,” Jaehyun’s eyes flicker to Yuta’s face, full of nothing but sickeningly sweet fondness as he joins Jaehyun on the bed. “I gave you too much, didn’t I? I forgot how susceptible you are to it.”
“Am not a lightweight,” Jaehyun huffs, making grabby hands at Yuta. “C’mere and kiss me.”
Yuta sighs, more lovestruck than anything as he leans down and kisses Jaehyun softly. He’s been alive for two hundred and twenty-six years, yet it seems his true weakness is Jaehyun. How laughable, how ironic, how wonderful. “Pet, I’ll have to prepare you, okay?”
“‘Kay,” Jaehyun mumbles, wrapping his arms around Yuta’s neck to keep him close. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
And again Yuta obliges, humming as their lips glide against each other softly. It’s a bit difficult to lube up his fingers and prod them in Jaehyun’s hole thanks to the kiss that takes up much of his attention, but he makes it work— it also helps that his venom makes Jaehyun pliant, makes him relax and open himself up like an offering to a god. Yuta is no god, but he’ll eat Jaehyun in one bite regardless, and even thank him for it. “Spread your legs for me, love.”
Jaehyun lets out a little huff as the sheets ruffle underneath them, and that's how Yuta opens him up: soft, sweet, and with their lips barely parted. Sometimes Jaehyun has to pull away to breathe, so Yuta busies himself with nibbling on Jaehyun's neck and shoulders.
"Gimme another," Jaehyun mumbles just as Yuta works a second finger in. “Please?”
“Patience,” Yuta remarks, actually more to himself than anything— Jaehyun must’ve been waiting for him, for this, since he’s a little loose inside. “I have to prepare you thoroughly.”
Jaehyun grumbles, squirming when Yuta licks at the juncture between the base of his neck and his shoulder. “Y’know I like it when it hurts,” he giggles. The vibrations of his laughter don’t match the rhythm of his heartbeat, but Yuta likes the blend all the same. “Can feel you for days, makes me remember that I’m yours.”
And oh, oh, Jaehyun always seems to know how to push Yuta’s buttons. Yuta had actually warned Jaehyun about his possessiveness when they first started dating— something about how vampires have always been that way, that some vampires can’t even touch another’s mate without permission, and that Yuta is trying to not be like them. That talk ended with Jaehyun teasing Yuta, asking if he’s Yuta’s mate now, and with Yuta bending him over a table.
So of course Jaehyun would know the effect of his words, would load them like silver bullets to strike through Yuta's still heart. For a moment, Yuta feels alive; he swallows, having to actually bite down his smirk as he drives his fingers home.
Jaehyun mewls when he feels Yuta easing in a third finger, just like he wanted– they all sink down to the knuckle, searching for his prostate. When Yuta finds it, as he always does, it's like a thunderclap. "Yuta, fuck—"
"You're so sweet to me, lamb," Yuta purrs, chuckling when Jaehyun squirms and trembles under him whenever he crooks his fingers just right. "Oh, you writhe so prettily, my precious prey."
"Yuta," Jaehyun whines, hands moving to dig fingernails into Yuta's back. Prey. That's new, but Yuta is never wrong; now more than ever, when Jaehyun meets Yuta's dark and hungry eyes, he feels little more than prey. "I-I'm ready, please, give it to me."
Yuta purrs, eyes hooded as he twists his fingers inside Jaehyun one last time before he pulls them out. He kisses Jaehyun's chest, feeling his heart beneath his ribcage pound as he grabs the lube again. "Are you afraid, darling?"
"No," Jaehyun says automatically, easily; it rolls off his tongue before he can even register himself saying it. "I just– I love you. I love you so much."
Yuta's eyes lose their hunger for just a moment as he looks up at Jaehyun. He lifts himself for a soft kiss, placing his free hand on top of Jaehyun’s chest and feeling his heartbeat as he pulls his fingers out. He smiles against Jaehyun’s lips. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” Jaehyun mumbles, nibbling on Yuta’s bottom lip. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Okay,” Yuta pecks Jaehyun’s lips one last time before sitting up. He lubes himself up, gives himself a few strokes. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
Jaehyun’s retort comes in an endearingly cute frown and a spread of his legs. Yuta giggles as he slides between them— Jaehyun has been waiting for this, for a while now. Yuta feels a bit impatient himself, but the wait is worth it. He lets out a surprisingly high-pitched moan as he slides home in one slow and smooth thrust, hands holding Jaehyun’s sides to ground himself.
“Ah, fuck…” Jaehyun gasps when Yuta bottoms out completely. He’s not sure if Yuta’s also sweating or if it’s all him, but Yuta shakes his head and his eyes are a bit hazy and Jaehyun thinks he looks beautiful like this— fucked out without meaning to be, in bliss without even knowing it.
“You’re so tight,” Yuta marvels, rolling his hips once so that Jaehyun thrusts up into the air, moaning under his breath. He grabs a pillow and puts it under Jaehyun’s hips. “Better?”
Jaehyun nods, hooking his legs around Yuta’s hips to pull him closer. Yuta grinds against him again, making Jaehyun’s eyes flutter. “Fuck me, please.”
“Shh,” Yuta murmurs, bracketing Jaehyun in. “Calm down darling, I’m not going anywhere.”
Yuta fucks Jaehyun like he’s made of marble, able to crumble and turn to powder beneath Yuta’s fingertips if he gripped too hard or made one wrong move. It’s not unusual for him to make love to Jaehyun— most times Jaehyun wants to be ruined, utterly destroyed in a way only Yuta can leave him in, and Yuta gives it to him because Jaehyun looks absolutely beautiful afterwards. It’s just that sometimes, in the dead of night, the only time they meet, he has a tendency to hold Jaehyun close. To leave reminders of himself on his skin. To crawl his way into Jaehyun’s heart and make a home for himself and only himself.
It might be his possessive streak rearing its head.
“You’re so—” Jaehyun lets out a shaky sigh. His hands slide up to squeeze Yuta’s shoulders, then back down to explore the expanse of his back. The skin is cold, but it’s nothing Jaehyun isn’t used to. He likes to joke that he can warm Yuta up well enough, anyway. “Please, babe, need you to wreck me.”
“You’re doing so well,” Yuta’s voice dances around a praise, nibbling on Jaehyun’s neck and sucking another bruise onto it. Jaehyun is pushed up against the pillows with every thrust, soft yet powerful. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
“Yours,” Jaehyun whispers, tilting his head so that Yuta can leave as many hickeys as he’d like; Jaehyun likes admiring the bites the morning after. “All yours, your pet—”
“Jaehyun.” Yuta hisses, completely still. If the warning tone in his voice wasn’t enough, the hands that are holding him tightly makes Jaehyun whimper. Yuta’s eyes are red, but they carry a different kind of hunger. The type that makes his pupils dilate so much that the black is almost swallowed up by the animalistic crimson.
“Need you to fuck me,” Jaehyun gasps, arching his back and grinding down to get Yuta to move. Fingernails dig into Yuta’s back as Jaehyun tries to pull him closer. “I’m yours, your Jaehyun, your prey, just please…”
Jaehyun didn’t even realize Yuta had pulled out, instead only feeling Yuta roughly shove himself inside and consequently knocking the wind out of him. He gasps, nails raking down Yuta’s back. “Please, Yuta, more—”
“How are you so good for me, pet?” Yuta growls, and Jaehyun’s ears heat up. Every thrust makes Jaehyun bounce off the pillows just a little— the only reason why it’s only a bit is because Yuta pulls him down onto his cock, no chance of escape. Yuta's eyes flash radiantly. Hungry. "My pretty pet. My little lamb. Mine."
Jaehyun’s mouth drops open to pant when Yuta’s teeth bite a little too hard near the base of his neck. The skin stings for a bit, but the venom whispers in his veins and spirits the pain away. Yuta chuckles apologetically as he licks up the small beads of blood and across the wound. “Sorry, my love.”
“Just keep fucking me,” Jaehyun mewls, looking up at Yuta with unshed tears making his eyes glassy and faraway. “So good, i-it’s so good.”
Yuta nods, hair tickling Jaehyun’s skin, then speeds up his thrusts. The headboard rhythmically bangs against the wall, making Jaehyun wish at the back of his mind that Johnny won’t wake up. Johnny snores, so he must be a heavy sleeper, right?
A cold kiss to a warm ear is what brings Jaehyun back to Yuta, back to this moment. Yuta does not have a heartbeat and does not need to breathe, but his voice sounds strained as he whispers in Jaehyun’s ear. “I’m close, darling.”
Jaehyun nods, hand immediately going to his cock and jerking himself off. “Fuck me,” he breathes out, breath stuttering every time Yuta rams into his prostate. “M’ all yours, only yours, Yuta—!”
Yuta starts pushing into him recklessly, huffing as his hands explore Jaehyun’s body like they haven’t already mapped it out for Yuta to remember. Jaehyun feels the pressure in his stomach building, rising like an ocean wave and consuming everything in its path until it’s only Yuta left in his mind and on the surf.
“Oh my god,” Jaehyun wheezes when Yuta insistently drives into his prostate, annoyingly and purposely precise. The pleasure is borderline merciless, not giving Jaehyun a chance to breathe or get his head straight. "Oh fuck, I-I'm gonna—"
It’s Yuta that cums first, groaning into Jaehyun’s neck as he rides out his orgasm by fucking his cum into Jaehyun. It's messy, the squelch of lube mixing with cum getting louder. Jaehyun loves it.
"Yeah," Jaehyun moans, biting his lip. The knobs of his ankles dig into Yuta’s waist, keeping him there like a python does to its prey. He’s reaching his limit, too, and Yuta goes back to nibbling at his skin to hide the hisses of oversensitivity escaping past his teeth, rocking his hips insistently. Jaehyun can feel the cum seep out and drip down his taint, and it’s hotter than he thought it’d be. “Oh my god, oh my god!”
Yuta can make fun of the way Jaehyun practically squeals as his body seizes up, eyes squeezing shut as he cums over his fist and in the small space between the two of them tomorrow, but now— now, he whimpers, eyes practically glowing red as he watches Jaehyun lose himself in pleasure, kissing the newly formed hickeys on his chest and abs softly as the younger gasps for breath.
Jaehyun lets out a whine, and Yuta stops moving. He slowly pulls out, sighing shakily as Jaehyun relaxes and comes to his senses.
"Fuck," Jaehyun breathes out, turning into a puddle of bones as the clouds become his bed. He reaches out and runs a hand down Yuta's back. "Sorry 'bout the scratches."
"I'll heal. Don't you worry about it, my love,” Yuta laughs, shifting so he could kiss Jaehyun's sweaty forehead. His eyes have already faded back to their typical black. "Happy Valentine’s."
“Ehem, you’re forgetting something else.”
“Yes, yes,” Yuta scrunches his nose, before pecking Jaehyun on the lips. “I’ve got it under control, pet, no need to fuss."
Jaehyun nods, humming when Yuta kisses the carotid artery again. "Still hungry?"
"Not quite,” Yuta responds. Jaehyun isn’t scared anyhow— he has learned to embrace the strange, to love a monster. The cold breath against his skin only cools him down. “Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?”
It was a mini adventure, this time. The two of them had to sneak past Johnny’s room and into the shared bathroom down the hall. They hopped into the shower together, giggling as they washed each other’s hair and cleaned Jaehyun out, before stepping out and realizing that they didn’t bring clean clothes with them. They had to do the walk of shame back to Jaehyun’s room with only one towel between them, still giggling.
“That was horrible,” Jaehyun whispers under his breath as he locks the door behind him and Yuta.
“We’ll remember to bring clothes next time,” Yuta says, letting Jaehyun get the towel and dry himself off first. “Should I fix your bed, darling?”
Jaehyun’s teasing is lightning quick, even faster than him throwing a pair of boxers at Yuta. “Maybe put on some clothes first, perv. It’s gross having your dick on my clean sheets.”
Yuta snaps his teeth at him, fangs and all.
By the time the sheets were changed and the pillows were fluffed, Jaehyun had dragged Yuta in bed to cuddle and talk about nothing. He yawns at one point, and Yuta stops stroking his hair to ask, “Are you tired, lamb?”
“I guess so,” Jaehyun grumbles, nuzzling against Yuta’s chest. It could be that, and the fact that Yuta drank his blood. “Stay with me ‘till I fall asleep?”
“But of course, my love,” Yuta responds. It’s the telltale end of their little routine— Yuta would hold Jaehyun close until he sleeps, and Jaehyun wakes up the next day to an empty bed and a hastily scribbled note that has a variant of ‘see you tomorrow, pet ♡’. It’s nothing unusual, and Jaehyun knows what he signed up for when he’s dating a vampire, but still. Is it so bad to want more than the night? “I’m right here. I won’t leave.”
Jaehyun smiles tiredly, eyes rolling back into his head as the lids slip shut. His voice is raspy as he says, “Love you.”
“I love you too,” Jaehyun feels a pair of lips on his temple, soft. “Sleep now, pet.”
It’s easy for Jaehyun to slip into a dreamless sleep, as it always seems to be the case whenever Yuta spoons him.
Jaehyun jerks himself awake, head pounding; the sunlight streaming through his window doesn’t help. His paper. Fuck, he’s almost done, he swears. Shit, what time is it? He checks his phone and sees that it’s almost 8 in the morning. Okay, okay so—
“Darling?” Yuta walks in, holding a glass of… something. He smiles, sharp teeth visible. “Ah, you’re awake. I’ve found some pineapple juice in your refrigerator, so I’ve brought you some to compensate for your blood loss last night.”
“Thank you, babe,” Jaehyun says, before seizing up. “W-What? How? Yuta, you’re… you’re not—”
He whirls around in his bed, paling when he notices the unforgiving sun shining in all its glory. Jaehyun all but screams as he jumps out of the covers, torn between drawing the curtains or shielding Yuta before the light burns him away, “Yuta!”
And Yuta, fucking Yuta, smoothly moves out of Jaehyun’s way and against the window, right into the sunlight. Jaehyun feels his heart leap to his throat, another scream stuck in it, and Yuta—
Yuta laughs.
Jaehyun's mind swirls, confusion and panic and despair muddling his brain, when he feels a cold hand on his arm. Yuta pulls him to sit on the bed, the glass still intact in his hand. “Calm down, my love, you almost made me spill the juice. I’m alright, see?”
“Y-You’re… okay?” Jaehyun mumbles, reaching out to splay his fingers across Yuta’s thigh. He’s practically glowing both from last night and from the rays of the sun, and still Yuta doesn’t crumble to dust. Jaehyun swallows. “H-How?”
Yuta places his free hand on top of Jaehyun’s, letting the gold ring glint against the light and do the talking. Jaehyun’s a smart guy when he’s not getting his brains fucked out by Yuta, so the latter remains quiet and lets the gears turn in Jaehyun’s head, and smiles softly when Jaehyun repeats quietly, “How?”
“A daylight ring. The gem, my love, is a lapis lazuli,” Yuta explains, watching as Jaehyun runs a careful finger along the gold band. “It is a long story, and it took quite a while for the ring to be forged, but I promise I’ll tell you all the details next time. Now, well... here I am.”
Jaehyun can’t stop the gleeful smile spreading across his lips and deepening his dimples, a burst of sunshine of its own. One that has never harmed Yuta in the slightest, since the day they met. “So… so then…”
“Happy birthday, pet,” Yuta says, leaning in to kiss the corner of Jaehyun’s lips. He pulls away to hold out the glass of pineapple juice. “You should drink, my love.”
There’s no added sugar, at least not as far as Jaehyun knows, but his nose still scrunches and his eyes still crinkle at the sweetness. Yuta snickers at that, looking otherworldly in the light. “God, where’d you find this?” Jaehyun says as he finishes the glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I didn’t even know we had this in the fridge.”
“Your housemate,” Yuta shrugs. “I told him I needed something sweet to drink and he offered the pineapple juice.”
Wow, that’s… Jaehyun is so teasing Johnny later about this; the latter would never admit it, but he’s such a big softie. Then Yuta ruins the moment with a casual, “He said he’ll be back tomorrow since we were quite loud last night.”
“I-I see,” Jaehyun feels his ears heat up, glaring when Yuta sets down the glass by his bedside table and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “No, no. I’m almost done with my paper, as a matter of— fuck!”
The world shifts and becomes the ceiling as Jaehyun’s back meets the bed. Yuta is quick to straddle his stomach, grin sharp and teasing and impish. Jaehyun knows that smile, knows it spells out trouble, but it knocks the wind out of him.
“But it’s your birthday, my pet. I think you deserve to be spoiled today,” Yuta purrs, and Jaehyun can already feel himself melting into the sheets. “Will you let me?”