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The lighting is warm, their glow softening the sharp edges of dark wooden tables and chairs and the deeply colored leather booths. Candlelight flickers across polished surfaces and the entire room feels dipped in amber—honeyed, intimate, and indulgent. This is the first thing Jay notices when he steps into the restaurant. That and the Valentine's Day decor—heart-shaped balloons at the entrance, rose petals scattered across tabletops, napkins folded into hearts.
Overlapping scents envelop him—garlic and onion softened by heat, the rich savor of seared steak, something buttery and decadent lingering beneath it all. Sweetness weaves itself through the air: warm chocolate, sugared fruit, bright citrus. Beneath that, subtler notes of fruited perfumes, floral and delicate. The restaurant smells as romantic and indulgent as it looks.
As he stands in the entrance, glancing about the room, his attention narrows to one person: Sunoo. The world doesn't disappear—Jay is still aware of the candlelight, the soft music beneath conversation—but everything dulls and becomes background noise to the single, devastating focal point that is Sunoo. Sunoo looks incredible.
He's seated comfortably within one of the deeply colored booths, laughing brightly at something Jake has said, his body bathed in honeyed light. The glow clings to him, softening every line, every curve, until he looks almost unreal. Jay notes, helplessly, the way Sunoo's sweater fits him—the way the knit settles along Sunoo’s waist, the press of his softened body against the fabric when he shifts.
"Hey," a voice disrupts him. "Are you going to join the table or are you going to stand in the doorway the whole time?"
Jay turns his head and greets Jungwon with a flat look. "I just found it; I was going to head over there."
Jungwon hums, his gaze flicking over to the table. "I don't know, you were staring pretty intently—looking at anyone in particular?" His tone is teasing.
Jay resists the immediate, defensive response that rises instinctively to his tongue.
He watches as Sunoo shifts inside the booth again, sweater stretching faintly across his stomach, pulling just enough to reveal the gentle curve beneath. The fabric clings for a fleeting moment, outlining the subtle fullness that has settled there, before relaxing again as he leans back into the seat. The movement is small, but something warm and possessive simmers in his lower stomach.
Jay clears his throat.
"No," Jay says carefully. "Why aren't you at the table?"
"I just got here," Jungwon states, shrugging off his coat, but his gaze lingers on Jay now.
"Then let's go," Jay says, already moving to walk over to the booth.
Jungwon’s mouth twitches before he falls into step beside him and they approach the booth together.
Jay's stomach flips as he gets closer to the table, closer to where Sunoo sits and laughs so prettily, so easily. The closer he gets, the clearer Sunoo's details become—his fox-like eyes, the glossy shine of his lips, the light, warmth-induced blush coloring his cheeks.
Sunoo glances his way and his face lights up.
"Jay!" he exclaims, smiling brightly.
"Hey, what about me?" Jungwon pouts from beside him.
"It's good to see you too, Jungwon," Sunoo giggles.
Sunoo shifts over on the seat, making room for whoever is to sit beside him, but he looks up at Jay through long lashes, expectantly. There's a flutter in Jay's chest and a spark of warmth in his stomach—Sunoo looks good looking up at him, like it's natural.
Jay slides into the booth beside him. The space Sunoo made for him feels deliberate, even if it isn’t, even if Sunoo does these things without thinking—shifting closer, smiling so brightly, looking up at him like that. His thigh rests against Sunoo's and the touch feels electric. He resists the urge to rest his hand there.
"Sunoo," Jungwon says from across the table, where he's seated beside Riki. "You've been glowing lately."
"Me?" Sunoo asks, pouting in surprise. "Glowing?"
"Yeah," Jake agrees from between Heeseung and Sunghoon. "You also look more filled out…fuller. It looks good on you."
Jungwon hums in agreement his gaze moving from where it has been shifting between Jay and Sunoo to the menu in front of him.
Sunoo's cheeks bloom in color—a violent dash of red that travels across the bridge of his nose.
“What?!” he laughs, but the sound is flustered, fingers instinctively tugging at the hem of his sweater.
Jay's heart squeezes uncomfortably. Jungwon and Jake are right, Sunoo is looking rounder, softer, impossibly gorgeous, but a hot, possessive part of him resents that others are commenting on it, that they're getting to see him like this.
“What are you talking about?” Sunoo laughs, voice airy with flustered disbelief.
"It's true," Sunghoon says.
Riki and Heeseung nod in agreement.
"Well, I have been going out to eat a lot this past month," Sunoo says, embarrassment saturating his tone. "With Jay," he adds softly.
Jay's heart flutters at the addition of his name. Something sharp and dizzying sparks in his chest, heat unfurling low in his stomach. Pride, hot and golden, surges warm and pleasant through his veins. Jay has been bringing Sunoo out to eat a lot lately. Dinners that stretch long into the evening, casual invitations that Sunoo never refuses, desserts Jay orders to "share," knowing full well Sunoo will always accept the extra bite.
Across from them, Jungwon stills momentarily, his gaze rising to meet Jay's. The look doesn't feel teasing, it feels loaded with meaning, maybe even accusation. The eyebrow he raises feels like a question, a really?, maybe.
"Well," Jungwon says lightly, breaking the building silence, "I'm glad you're eating well."
Jake nods enthusiastically, oblivious as ever to the subtle tension that's weaved itself through the booth.
“Speaking of eating well,” he says, already reaching for the menu, “we should order soon or I’ll die of starvation.”
Heeseung barely looks up from his drink.
“We literally had lunch together a couple of hours ago. You're not going to die.”
Jake pouts immediately. “But I’m hungry.”
Heeseung sighs, long-suffering and fond, the sound saturated with quiet affection.
As the others discuss their orders, Jay finds himself unable to focus on anything except the warmth pressed against his thigh.
He glances over and finds Sunoo already looking at him.
There’s something disarmingly open in his expression, something soft and uncertain that makes Jay’s heart flutter. The candlelight highlights his features, warming the delicate curve of his lips, catching faintly against the gloss there.
Jay's gaze drops helplessly; Sunoo's lips are soft and plush, slightly parted as if he’s about to say something, about to breathe something. Sunoo blinks, lashes fanning gently against flushed skin. Jay's stomach flips, preparing himself for whatever Sunoo is going to say or ask.
"Jay…" he begins quietly.
"Don't worry," Jungwon interrupts. "I ordered for you guys too. No need to thank me."
Jay turns his head to glare at Jungwon, his lips forming a firm line. Sunoo startles beside him, lips still slightly parted, whatever he had been about to say dissolving into a flustered, breathy laugh.
“Oh?”
Jungwon doesn’t even look up from the menu.
“I know what you both like,” he says easily, tone maddeningly casual. "And you looked busy, so."
Something fragile and electric had been building itself quietly between them. Something warm, something that felt intimate, and Jungwon just—
Jay exhales slowly through his nose.
He can’t focus on the conversations happening at the table; he can only focus on the way Sunoo shifts, his thigh pressing more firmly against Jay’s. The conversations around the booth dissolve into meaningless noise—Jake’s voice, Heeseung’s quiet sighs, Riki’s laughter—all of it fading into something distant as Sunoo laughs.
As he laughs, he leans his body impossibly close to Jay, their shoulders brushing, a warm hand settling on his thigh as Sunoo's body twists toward him. Jay makes the mistake of looking at him, at the way his sweater rides up a little, exposing soft skin spilling over the edge of his pants' waist. It takes everything in him not to touch, not to push Sunoo down onto the booth's aged leather and hover over him, shield him from every wandering gaze at the table.
He’s brought out of his thoughts as the meals arrive at the table.
Plates crowd the space in a sudden, overwhelming wave—mounds of steaming meat, vibrant vegetables lacquered in sauce, steaming bowls of rice, glassy noodles tangled in careful heaps. The air shifts instantly, thickening with heat, spice, and richness. Voices rise, with Jake expressing particular enthusiasm at the plates' arrival. Sunoo brightens at the sight of the food, eyes widening slightly, that familiar spark of delight flickering across his features.
Jay's chest tightens with affection and he quickly gets to work. As though on autopilot, he reaches for the dishes without hesitation. This is almost instinct by now as he transfers food to Sunoo's plate—large cuts of meat and heaps of seasoned vegetables arrange neatly beside his rice. He can tell Sunoo is watching him as he does this; he can feel it—that soft, lingering gaze, warm and steady against his skin. When he finally glances over, Sunoo is still looking at him, fox-like eyes bright beneath the candlelight, cheeks still faintly flushed.
"Jay, you don't have to—" Sunoo starts.
"It's fine," Jay interrupts. He pauses for a second and then reaches over to the pile of meat at the center of the table with his chopsticks. He brings it back and holds it out to Sunoo. "Try this."
Sunoo doesn't hesitate as he leans forward, plush lips wrapping around Jay's chopsticks. He hums happily, moving back and wiggling his body the way he does when something is delicious.
"It's so good!"
Jay hums. "Good. Let me know if you want seconds and I'll grab them for you."
“Can someone feed me like that?” Jake whines at the end of the table.
Sunoo giggles softly beside him, still glowing with delight, fingers curling happily around his chopsticks.
“Sorry, Jake,” Jungwon says smoothly, transferring vegetables to his own plate, “those are Sunoo privileges only.”
"Hee…feed me," Jake says, pouting pathetically.
Heeseung laughs immediately.
"No."
Jake gasps dramatically.
"You can feed yourself," Heeseung says.
"Even for Valentine's Day, this blatant display of romance is sickening," Riki says.
Sunghoon snorts softly into his drink.
Jake, still mid-pout, looks deeply offended.
“Romance?” he repeats. “Where?”
Riki gestures vaguely toward Jay and Sunoo with his chopsticks.
“Are you blind?”
Sunoo startles beside Jay, shoulders lifting slightly as a fresh wave of pink travels across his cheeks. His lips part in flustered disbelief, eyes widening as he glances around the booth.
“What?!” Sunoo laughs, voice airy and embarrassed.
Jay's heart flutters in his chest as Sunoo shifts even closer to him.
"Oh my god," Jake says leaning forward. "You're blushing!"
“I am not!” Sunoo protests, though his voice betrays him entirely.
Jay clears his throat, pride swelling in his chest at everybody's insistence that Sunoo could possibly be his.
Jungwon hums softly, entirely too pleased with himself as he reaches for another dish. “I mean,” he says casually, “it is pretty obvious.”
"How are you and Riki doing, Jungwon?" Jay asks pointedly. "Didn't you two get breakfast this morning? Didn't even invite the rest of us."
Riki coughs violently, nearly dropping his chopsticks as he fumbles for his drink. His eyes widen, darting immediately toward Jungwon, whose composure fractures in the smallest, most satisfying way. The glare Jungwon levels at him is lethal.
“Oh my god,” Jake breathes, delighted. “A breakfast date?”
“It wasn’t a date,” Jungwon says flatly and far too quickly.
Heeseung raises an eyebrow and Sunghoon's mouth twitches, forming a subtle smirk. Jay just hums and leans back slightly, expression calm, though something warm and smug settles low in his chest.
Sunoo giggles softly beside Jay.
The sound is light, effervescent—lingering in Jay’s chest long after the laughter around the table fades back into easy conversation. The tension dissolves as naturally as it had formed.
The rest of dinner largely passes without incident, for the most part. Riki spends an impressive amount of time staring at his plate, cheeks faintly pink, shoulders tight with barely contained embarrassment. Every time someone so much as glances his way, he becomes deeply invested in his rice. Jake, of course, finds this endlessly entertaining, Heeseung looks fondly exasperated, and Sunghoon says absolutely nothing, which somehow makes it worse. Meanwhile, Jungwon levels murderous looks in Jay's direction. Jay pointedly ignores them, too taken by Sunoo humming softly at particularly satisfying bites.
When the dessert menus come around, Jay turns to Sunoo.
“Come to my apartment,” Jay says, voice low, soft enough that it feels almost private despite the noise of the booth. “I have some desserts that I wanted you to try.”
Sunoo blinks. "Really?" he asks.
Jay hums softly. "If you're not too full."
"I have room for dessert," Sunoo giggles.
Across the table, Jake gasps dramatically. “Oh my god. You're ditching us?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Sunoo says easily, cheeks faintly pink again as he smiles. “Desserts are important.”
"They have dessert here," Jungwon says measuredly.
"I know," Sunoo says. "But I want to go with Jay."
Jake groans and collapses into Heeseung's side with a sigh while warmth blooms in Jay's chest.
Sunoo excuses himself to use the bathroom and Jay takes out cash to cover both of their shares of the night's expenses. Jungwon leans over the table slightly to talk with him.
"I hope you figure out what you're doing," Jungwon says. "Sunoo deserves consistency and clarity, not whatever tiptoeing you're doing."
Jungwon’s words settle heavily in the space between them, cutting cleanly through the lingering warmth of the evening. The booth is still buzzing softly with noise—Jake arguing over splitting costs, Riki finally daring to breathe again, Heeseung laughing under his breath—but Jay hears none of it properly.
"What exactly do you think I'm doing?" Jay asks.
"You act like he belongs to you," Jungwon laughs. "And as far as I can tell, none of that is official."
Jay's heart clenches. He wants Sunoo to be his, he wants to have him, but Jungwon's right—he has no claim to him.
"He doesn't belong to me," Jay answers, a flutter of disappointment resting in his sternum. "I just take care of him."
Jungwon hums.
"We're just friends," Jay says quietly.
"Are you?" Jungwon asks.
The question takes Jay off guard. Not because Jungwon sounds accusatory, not because his tone is sharp or confrontational, but because the answer sprouts instantly, violently, somewhere Jay has spent months refusing to look. Deep in that space, Jay knows Jungwon is right.
Friends don’t catalogue every subtle shift in someone’s body with breathless, helpless awareness. They don’t feel their pulse flutter at the sight of softened curves beneath warm lighting. They don't feel heat coil low and dizzying in their stomach when laughter spills from plush, glossy lips.
Worse than that, friends don’t feel that quiet, molten satisfaction when they feed someone. They don't instinctively reach for better cuts, extra portions, and sweeter things like it’s something wired directly into their bones.
But Jay? Jay does and he does it all for Sunoo.
The worst part of it all is that he knows he loves Sunoo, and not in the easy, harmless way friendship allows. This love is something deeper, something that seeps into every glance, every touch, every instinctive act of care. It's embarrassing how badly he wants to hold Sunoo, caress him, pin him down. It’s humiliating how badly he wants him.
A hand falls onto his shoulder and he jolts. Sunoo looks down at him with a soft smile. He hadn't even heard him approach the table.
"Are you ready to go?"
The warmth of Sunoo’s hand seeps instantly through the thin fabric of his shirt, grounding and destabilizing all at once. His pulse stutters violently from the abrupt contact, from the sudden presence standing so close. Sunoo looks so soft.
Jay clears his throat.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
Sunoo smiles softly beside him, warmth lingering in Jay’s chest as he slides out of the booth and stands beside him—he pretends that their height difference doesn't do something to him. The restaurant’s amber glow fades gradually as they make their way toward the exit, candlelight and murmured conversation dissolving into the background.
Behind them, Jake’s voice carries easily through the restaurant.
“I’m just saying,” he complains dramatically, “they abandoned us on Valentine’s Day.”
Heeseung hums in response, patient and fond.
“You’ll survive.”
“I won’t.”
The night air is cold; snowflakes fall lazily from the sky and fresh snow dusts the ground in a delicate, glittering layer.
Jay exhales slowly, the breath visible in the space between them as he adjusts to the sharp drop in temperature. The chill bites gently at his skin, juxtaposing the restaurant’s dense warmth.
Beside him, Sunoo huddles deeper into his coat. His shoulders lift slightly as he laughs. The cold has painted his cheeks a deeper pink now, the color vivid against skin still warm from candlelight and teasing.
Snowflakes cling to the dark strands of his hair, catching along his lashes when he blinks. His lips curve into that familiar, radiant smile, breath visible as he steps closer to Jay. His body shivers prettily, his teeth chattering momentarily. Sunoo looks like something precious standing beneath golden light and drifting snow, eyes bright, lips glossy, body trembling lightly from the cold. He looks vulnerable.
"It's freezing," Sunoo pouts.
"It is," Jay agrees. "My apartment is warmer."
Sunoo nods, his eyes glimmering beneath the warm glow of the restaurant’s outdoor lighting. Jay swallows down the urge to reach out and pull him closer to himself, to wrap him up in his arms.
The ride to Jay’s apartment is relatively quiet.
The heater hums softly, warm air filling the car steadily, fogging the edges of the windows where the cold still clings from outside. Snow drifts lazily beneath passing streetlights.
Sunoo’s voice slips easily into the space between them.
"I had so much fun tonight."
Jay's heart flutters. He keeps his eyes on the road, though Sunoo’s presence is impossible to ignore at this distance. The warmth of the car has coaxed color back into his skin, cheeks still faintly pink, hair slightly mussed from snow and wind.
"I'm glad we went out," he continues. "You always choose the best places."
Jay’s stomach flips and his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. It's said so fondly, so certainly.
Sunoo shifts slightly in his seat, his posture comfortable and relaxed. His coat has fallen open now, revealing the soft sweater beneath, fabric curving gently along lines Jay is far too aware of. His cheeks remain lightly pink, a small smile at his lips, content as he looks out at the passing night.
"You take such good care of me," Sunoo breathes.
Jay almost misses it, it's said so lowly, so softly.
Jay’s pulse stutters, and a simmering heat unfurls low in his stomach. If only Sunoo knew how much more he could take care of him, just how far his affection goes.
By the time Jay pulls into the underground parking garage, the warmth of the car has settled into something thick and drowsy between them, the outside world reduced to muffled silence beyond concrete walls. Sunoo lingers close as they step out, their shared heat dissolving reluctantly into the cool, still air of the building, footsteps echoing softly as Jay leads him toward the elevator.
His apartment sits on the top floor, a sleek, expensive-looking one-bedroom washed in soft, ambient lighting. The city stretches beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, snow-dusted rooftops glowing beneath scattered streetlights, the world below muted and distant. The space is warm, quiet, and filled with the faint scent of pine and cedar.
Sunoo has been to Jay’s apartment countless times, has curled into the couch and wandered barefoot through the kitchen with easy familiarity, and yet tonight the space feels different. The air feels heavier, charged with something quiet and unspoken as Sunoo steps inside, cheeks still pink from the cold, eyes soft as they drift toward Jay.
Jay clears his throat, but his voice is still rough when he speaks.
"I'll go grab the dessert—you can sit on the couch and I'll bring it over."
Sunoo nods, his smile bright as he strips his coat off. Jay forces himself to look away.
Jay moves quickly toward the kitchen, pulse unsteady, warmth still simmering low and restless in his chest. Inside the refrigerator waits the cheesecake he had custom ordered for tonight, pristine and untouched beneath the cool interior light. He lifts it carefully, slicing a generous piece before transferring it onto one of his finer plates. For a moment he hesitates, gaze lingering thoughtfully, a quiet sense of incompleteness tugging at him. Then, without further deliberation, he adds a large, indulgent dollop of whipped cream and two fresh strawberries to the side.
Sunoo is sitting prettily on the couch, relaxed against its back, fingers fidgeting absently in his lap. The sight alone makes something tighten in Jay’s chest, a quiet wave of nerves rising unexpectedly as he carries the plate toward him. A fragile, restless worry bubbles in his chest; he's nervous that Sunoo might not like it, nervous that something far more dangerous might reveal itself in the soft, intimate space between them, nervous that Sunoo might finally see what Jay has been trying so carefully, so unsuccessfully to hide.
He places the plate gently on the coffee table in front of Sunoo, the porcelain settling against the wooden surface. Sunoo’s eyes widen, lashes lifting as his plush lips part into a small, perfect shape of surprise and Jay's stomach flips.
"Jay, it's beautiful," Sunoo says.
"It's a mint chocolate cheesecake with a mixed berry compote. It's made with fresh mint and dark chocolate," he explains. "I thought you'd like it—the flavors reminded me of you."
Sunoo looks up at him then, eyes wide, lips still faintly parted in that soft, devastating way that makes Jay’s stomach flip. Jay's heart hammers in his chest and he can feel himself slipping into panic.
"Here," Jay says, reaching for the fork. "Try it…"
The fork slides effortlessly through the cheesecake, the filling yielding like silk beneath the gentle pressure. Jay lifts the bite without thinking, the motion instinctive now, and brings it toward Sunoo. Sunoo opens his mouth easily, accepting it without hesitation, plush lips closing softly around the fork. A quiet, pleased hum escapes him as he pulls away, eyes brightening with delight. He smiles and claps lightly to himself, the small, unguarded gesture sending a sharp, aching wave of affection through Jay’s chest.
“Oh my god, Jay,” Sunoo moans softly. “It’s so good. I’ve never had cheesecake this good before.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Jay breathes. “I thought you would.”
They’re seated close enough that their knees press lightly together, warmth bleeding through the thin barrier of fabric. Jay remains leaning toward him, fork still suspended mid-air, the moment stretching unexpectedly long. Sunoo’s smile lingers and Jay feels his pulse stutter. He clears his throat faintly, the small sound loud in the quiet room.
“Have a strawberry,” Jay says softly, fingers closing around the ripe fruit before dragging it slowly through the whipped cream.
The whipped cream clings thickly to its bright red surface as he brings it toward Sunoo. Sunoo leans in without hesitation, lips parting, then wrapping gently around the strawberry. Jay’s breath stutters when Sunoo’s lips brush faintly against his fingers, the touch lingering for just a fraction of a second before Sunoo bites down. Juice glistens along the curve of his mouth as he pulls away, and Jay shivers.
Time stills for a moment and Jay’s composure fractures. He knows he shouldn’t, knows the fragile balance he’s managed for so long could shatter irreparably, but the warmth of Sunoo’s proximity, the softness of his expression, and the lingering sweetness on his lips pulls him forward anyway.
Sunoo’s eyes widen slightly, tracking every inch of Jay’s movement. The kiss is gentle, barely more than a soft press of lips, hesitant yet impossibly intimate. Sweet, ripe strawberry mingles with the faint, sticky trace of mango gloss, and Jay’s chest tightens as the world seems to collapse inward.
"Jay…" Sunoo says softly as he pulls away.
Jay doesn't want to hear him say no; he doesn't want to hear the rejection, the dissolution of their friendship, so he pushes forward, kissing Sunoo again. The realization hits him like a physical thing, warmth surging hot and dizzying through his chest when Sunoo responds, lips moving softly against his own.
The hesitation that had coiled tight in Jay’s stomach dissolves instantly, replaced by something far more intoxicating. Sunoo’s hand lifts without thought, fingers curling lightly into Jay’s sleeve. The kiss deepens slowly, unhurried, and Jay feels something unsteady and overwhelming settle in his lower stomach. Sunoo isn’t pulling away; that's his Sunoo, he thinks. Unquestioning, trusting, pliant—just for him.
They part for a moment to breathe, and Jay lets his hands roam, his fingers skimming across Sunoo's clothed chest, his hands settling at his waist.
"W-wait," Sunoo says, hands moving to cover Jay's, slowing his movements.
Jay looks at Sunoo, suddenly afraid he's gone too far.
"I—" Sunoo looks away. "I really like you, Jay. Love you, even. I've wanted this for so long. I've thought about it, fantasized about it…I—"
"I love you too," Jay says easily, his fingers twitching with his desire to continue traveling Sunoo's body. "So much, Sunoo."
"But…" Sunoo hesitates. "I've gained so much weight. The others have noticed, haven't you? Are you sure you want to…"
Jay freezes imperceptibly.
"Sunoo, I think you're gorgeous," Jay says seriously, his fingers gripping Sunoo's waist tighter, inspiring a small gasp. "Don't tell me you don't feel beautiful…"
"No, I do," Sunoo says quickly. "I think I look fine, but I just didn't know if you—"
"So you think I'm shallow?" Jay asks.
"N-no!" Sunoo's says even quicker.
Jay looks at Sunoo, at the soft flush at his cheeks, spreading beautifully beneath the low lighting. He notes the faint tremble running through his body, subtle but unmistakable beneath Jay’s hands. He glances at his lips, slightly parted, still glossy, still swollen faintly from the kiss.
“Sunoo,” he murmurs softly.
His grip loosens, his hands sliding more gently along Sunoo’s waist, thumbs brushing slow circles against the fabric of his sweater. Sunoo’s breath stutters as Jay leans closer, his forehead resting lightly against Sunoo’s.
“I could never think you’re anything but beautiful. You don't get to doubt that."
Sunoo breathes in, clearly on the verge of saying something, his lips parting softly, lashes fluttering as uncertainty flickers again across his expression. But Jay doesn’t give him the chance. The hesitation, the doubt—Jay can’t bear it, not now, not when Sunoo sits there flushed and warm beneath his gaze. If Sunoo refuses to believe his words, then Jay will make him understand another way.
“Go sit on my bed,” Jay says, his voice low, steady, firm though not unkind, the quiet authority in his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.
"O-okay," Sunoo whispers.
Sunoo stands and walks away quickly, the soft whisper of his socks against the hardwood floor echoing faintly through the apartment, the sound almost comical in its lightness. Jay exhales slowly once he disappears down the hallway, hands clenching at his sides as he fights to steady the rush of heat and anticipation flooding his chest.
This is everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s spent months suppressing beneath careful restraint and quiet affection. He's finally going to have Sunoo beneath him; he's finally going to know how he tastes, how he sounds when sweat-laden and spent. A moment later, unable to linger any longer in the charged silence, Jay makes his way toward the bedroom.
When he reaches the doorway, he pauses for a moment, breath catching as his gaze lands on Sunoo sitting atop the bed, soft and flushed beneath the low lighting, fingers fidgeting faintly in his lap. The sight alone sends a dizzying wave of warmth through Jay’s body, something possessive and deeply affectionate tightening in his stomach as he steps inside.
He moves to stand in front of Sunoo and he looks up immediately, eyes wide and glassy, lashes fluttering. There’s a delicate tension in the way he sits, his fingers curling loosely in his lap, his shoulders rising and falling with unsteady breaths.
Jay leans forward and presses a soft, gentle kiss to Sunoo's lips. He smiles softly as Sunoo responds instantly, melting into the kiss with a quiet, breathy softness, the straight lines of his body easing. Jay lifts his hand slowly and his thumb brushes gently along Sunoo’s cheek.
“You’re so pretty,” he says softly, his other hand snaking between them to pull lightly at the hem of his sweater. "Take it off."
Sunoo blinks and shivers. There's little hesitation, Sunoo’s fingers rising slowly to the hem of his sweater, movements faintly unsteady, gaze flickering briefly toward Jay before dropping again. The fabric gathers in his hands, lifting gradually, exposing soft skin warmed by the room’s gentle light.
Jay's mouth goes dry as Sunoo pulls the sweater up and over his head, the sweater dropped to the floor. For a moment, Sunoo’s arms instinctively cross over his chest, a shy, vulnerable reflex, shoulders curling inward. Jay doesn't let that slide for long, his hands wrapping around Sunoo's wrists and gently pinning his hands to the bed.
Jay hums approvingly and places another gentle kiss against Sunoo's lips.
"Now take off your jeans and lie in the middle of the bed," Jay says against them.
Jay’s words settle softly between them, warm breath ghosting against Sunoo’s lips. He stands up straight and takes a few steps backward, admiring the view of Sunoo’s wide eyes, lashes fluttering faintly as he watches Jay, something delicate and uncertain flickering across his expression. His lips part slightly, wavering as though he is considering saying something.
"Hm?" Jay hums. "My Sunoo, aren't you going to do what I ask? You've been doing such a good job." He pauses. "I want to watch you undress."
Sunoo rises slowly, the mattress dipping softly beneath the shift of his weight. His hands tremble faintly as they move to the button of his jeans. Jay watches in quiet, breathless stillness, his gaze tracing every small movement, every subtle shift of fabric. The denim loosens gradually, sliding downward as Sunoo pushes them past his wide hips, the motion slow, deliberate, almost shy. As he shifts his weight, Jay can see his thick thighs quiver and his chest and stomach move gently with his efforts.
As soon as his jeans are on the floor, Sunoo crawls to the center of the bed, giving Jay an incredible view of his ass, round and perfect, in little white briefs. He flips on his back and lies perfectly still, his body settling into the silken sheets.
He's perfect. And he's all Jay's.
Jay takes his shirt off and moves onto the bed, gently maneuvering Sunoo's legs so that he's seated back on his heels in between them. Sunoo's body is on full display—his softened chest, the gentle rise of his stomach, the soft folding of fat and skin at his waist, his full thighs—and Jay's mouth waters. He doesn't know where to start; he wants to trace his body with his tongue, press reverent kisses into his skin. He places his hands on Sunoo's thighs, massaging them gently.
"Jay…" Sunoo breathes.
"Yes?" Jay asks, his fingers continuing to press into the flesh of his thighs.
"I love you," Sunoo says, his breath hitching.
Jay pauses his movements to lean over Sunoo, dipping down for a gentle kiss.
"I love you too," he says. "All of you. And I'm going to make sure you understand that."
A blush travels along the skin of Sunoo's chest, pretty and primrose, a delicate stain that blooms across his collarbones and down the soft curve of his stomach. He lowers his head, not to Sunoo's lips this time, but to the warm, flushed skin of his chest, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there, tasting the salt and the heat, feeling the frantic beat of Sunoo's heart against his lips.
Jay trails kisses down his chest to his stomach, where he spends extra time, his lips worshiping the soft, warm skin. He feels dizzy with the privilege of it, the sheer, overwhelming reality of touching Sunoo this way after wanting it for so long. His hands grip Sunoo's sides, his fingers sinking into the yielding flesh, the small handfuls of fat that send a jolt of pure, unadulterated arousal straight through him. It's intoxicating, the softness, the warmth, the way Sunoo's body responds with a shudder and a soft gasp, and Jay knows that he could spend the rest of his night right here, mapping every inch of this gorgeous body with his hands and his mouth.
As Jay gives Sunoo's stomach attention, he's pleased when Sunoo's tentative fingers thread through his hair, the touch hesitant at first, then growing bolder, pressing gently against his scalp in a silent encouragement. He smiles into the soft skin before flattening his tongue to lick a slow, deliberate stripe from the shallow dip of his navel to the elastic waistband of his briefs. The action is possessive and reverent, a silent claim that makes Sunoo's breath hitch, his fingers tightening in Jay's hair as a low, needy sound escapes his throat.
He glances up and smiles at Sunoo's flushed face. He removes Sunoo's fingers from his hair and sits back against his heels between Sunoo's legs, the shift in position deliberate and commanding. He lifts one of Sunoo's legs, leaning down to press a soft, almost chaste kiss to the sensitive skin inside his knee. But the gentleness is a fleeting promise. He settles into his true purpose, moving higher to worship his thighs, his mouth alternating between open, wet kisses and sharp, deliberate nips that leave faint marks blooming in the soft flesh.
He can feel Sunoo trying desperately to close his thighs, a reflex of shyness that Jay finds utterly endearing. He slaps the outside of his right thigh, the sound sharp and intimate in the quiet room.
"Stop trying to hide yourself. I want to see all of you" he says, his voice low.
Jay can tell that Sunoo is heavily affected, his cock straining, hard and obvious against the thin fabric of his briefs, and he smiles to himself.
"I'll take care of you," he assures him, a single finger gingerly traveling along the outline.
Sunoo flushes a deeper shade of crimson, a beautiful, frantic whine escaping his lips. "Jay, please," Sunoo says, embarrassment saturating his tone and making his plea sound all the more desperate.
"You're beautiful like this," Jay says, ignoring his pleading. "Sprawled out underneath me. Hard and wanting. It looks so good on you."
His voice is a low, appreciative murmur as his eyes drag over Sunoo's body, lingering on the obvious, damp patch spreading across the front of his briefs. He leans in, his breath ghosting over the straining fabric, just to see Sunoo shudder.
"All flushed and desperate for me. You have no idea how perfect you are."
Sunoo gasps, his body jerking up by reflex. Jay looks at his body, at the dark, possessive bruises blooming at the inside of his thighs, at the shaky, desperate rise and fall of his chest, and takes pity on him.
"Lift your hips," he commands softly, and Sunoo complies easily, a soft, trusting sound escaping him as he raises himself off the bed.
Jay hooks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulls them down slowly, his breath catching as Sunoo is fully bared to him. He's breathtaking. The gentle curve of his hard cock rests against his stomach, its flushed pink head peeking out from the foreskin, impossibly endearing and erotic all at once. It's as cute as he is, and the sight makes Jay's heart flutter with a fierce, overwhelming wave of affection. He grasps it gently with one hand, the velvety weight of it a perfect fit in his palm, and experimentally strokes the man beneath him. He drinks in the way Sunoo's body shudders, his back arching beautifully, how his hands fly out, trying desperately to meet Jay's wrist.
"Shh," Jay says. "No touching."
Sunoo whines, but Jay sees the way he clenches his fists, balling the sheets in his hands, trying his best to follow Jay's directions. Jay finds it incredibly endearing, how hard Sunoo is trying to please him, how his body trembles with the effort of holding still.
He continues to work Sunoo's cock with a steady rhythm, his thumb swiping over the sensitive slit on every upstroke until Sunoo is writhing, his thighs and stomach jiggling with each desperate movement. Jay wishes he could take photographic proof of this, the image of Sunoo completely undone beneath him seared into his memory.
While he's working his cock, he shoves two fingers into Sunoo's mouth, pressing them flat against his tongue and relishing the feeling of Sunoo sucking on them instinctively, his tongue swirling and wet. He brings those fingers down to Sunoo's hole, gently prodding his entrance, circling the tight furl of muscle before slowly pushing the first digit inside to the first knuckle.
Sunoo gasps, a sharp, broken sound, and Jay praises him as he pushes in deeper.
"You're doing so great, baby," he coos, his voice a low, soothing balm against the edge of pleasure. "How are you feeling, hm? Good?"
Sunoo nods dumbly, his mouth falling open as he moans, his body arching instinctively into the slow, deliberate glide of Jay's finger inside him. His back bows off the bed when Jay introduces another finger, scissoring him open, stretching him wide. The burn is a delicious precursor, and Jay watches, captivated, as Sunoo's body trembles and accepts it.
"Look at you," Jay murmurs, his voice thick with pride and arousal. "Doing such a great job getting ready to take me."
Jay continues until Sunoo is a writhing, desperate mess beneath him, his pleas a breathy, broken litany.
"Please Jay," he begs, his hands twisting in the sheets. "Please, I need... I want..." The words are fragmented, lost in pants and whimpers, but the meaning is clear.
Jay finally removes his fingers, smiling softly when Sunoo whines at the sudden loss, his hips canting up in a silent plea for more. Jay's own erection has been a constant, throbbing pressure against the zipper of his jeans since the first brush of Sunoo's lips against his finger, and the sound of Sunoo's begging makes it ache.
"Y-your pants," Sunoo says from where he's splayed out on the bedspread, his gaze heavy and fixed on Jay's crotch. "Take them off."
Jay laughs. "Oh, so now you're telling me what to do?"
He descends from the bed and quickly strips, his movements efficient and sure, before climbing back up to his previous position between Sunoo's legs. His heart flutters with the way Sunoo stares at his cock, his eyes wide and dark with a mixture of awe and hunger.
"I can't wait to fuck you," Jay groans, his voice thick with a raw, unrestrained hunger that makes Sunoo shudder.
He lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging against Sunoo's slick, prepared entrance, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through them both.
"I've dreamt of this, Sunoo," he continues, his gaze locked on Sunoo's face, drinking in every flicker of emotion. "And my dreams don't come close to the reality of being with you."
He pushes forward slowly, sinking into him, a moan escaping him as he's enveloped completely. It's better than any fantasy, more real and overwhelming than he ever could have imagined, and he has to pause, his hands gripping Sunoo's plush hips, just to ground himself in the sheer, mind-blowing perfection of it.
Sunoo's body is so soft, so perfect, his thick thighs bracketing Jay's hips, his stomach pressing against Jay's own lithe frame with every movement. It feels perfect, like their bodies were meant to come together, a flawless interplay of hard and soft. He thrusts into Sunoo, drinking in his moan and the way his fingernails dig into Jay's forearms, a desperate, grounding pressure.
"I love your body," Jay says, his voice a ragged pant against Sunoo's ear. "I love how soft you are, how solid, so perfect for me."
Sunoo begs for him to speed up, begs for more with a broken cry, and Jay delivers, his rhythm turning sharp and deep, each thrust punching a gasp from Sunoo's lungs.
"I love feeding you, too," he groans, the confession tearing itself from his throat. "I love eating with you. I love you."
Jay watches Sunoo's face, mesmerized by the tears forming at his waterline, tracking the glistening paths they carve as he throws his head back in pleasure. He doesn't expect a reply; he's barely coherent himself at this point, chasing the white-hot pleasure coiling tight in his lower stomach. He can't believe he's doing this with Sunoo, that Sunoo wanted this, wanted him.
He grabs at the soft fat at Sunoo's waist, his fingers digging in, gripping there as he thrusts into him, using the hold to anchor them both. Sunoo's body slides along the silken sheets with every snap of Jay's hips, a beautiful, mindless rhythm of skin on skin that's all theirs.
"Jay I'm going to—" Sunoo gasps, his voice cracking. "Jay I'm going to come."
Jay coos, his own rhythm faltering slightly as he leans down to press a sweaty kiss to Sunoo's temple. "I'm almost there, baby. Hold out a little longer. Come with me."
Sunoo whines, high and desperate, his breathing becoming shallower, more erratic. "I'm serious," he cries, his body tightening like a bowstring. "I can't—I—" His words dissolve into a broken sob, his hands flying from Jay's arms to clutch at his own hair, overwhelmed and on the very edge of shattering.
Suddenly, Sunoo's body tightens and he's coming in thick, white ropes between them, the heat of his release landing as far as his own parted lips. He's sobbing, his body twitching and shaking uncontrollably, his muscles clamping down around Jay's cock where they're connected.
The rhythmic, vice-like grip is all it takes. Jay groans, as he's shoved over the edge, chasing the blinding euphoria until he's coming deep inside Sunoo, filling him with pulse after pulse of his release. He doesn't stop, continuing to fuck into him through the aftershocks, his hips grinding in slow, possessive circles, ensuring that every drop of himself is as deep as possible in Sunoo—a claim of sorts.
"I'm sorry," Sunoo cries, his voice muffled against the damp skin of Jay's shoulder. "I tried—I couldn't…"
"Shh," Jay whispers, his voice low and soothing as he gently wipes the tears from Sunoo's cheeks with his thumb. "You were perfect. You didn't do anything wrong. I wanted you to feel good."
He presses a soft kiss to Sunoo's forehead.
Jay winces slightly as he carefully pulls out, the loss of connection leaving a sudden ache. He shifts, laying beside Sunoo and immediately pulling him into a tight embrace, holding his shivering body close against his own chest. He wraps his arms around him, one hand stroking up and down his back in a slow, calming rhythm, feeling the frantic beat of Sunoo's heart begin to slow against his skin.
Jay can feel the stickiness of come and sweat cooling between them, a messy, intimate reminder of what they'd just shared.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Sunoo's hair. "How about a shower?"
Sunoo is tired, his limbs heavy and boneless, but he agrees with a soft hum. Jay stands, his own body feeling the pleasant ache of their exertion, and pulls a pair of soft shorts and a clean shirt from his dresser for Sunoo, bringing them to the bathroom.
"Are you sure you can shower alone?" Jay asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.
Sunoo blushes a pretty pink, the color high on his cheeks. "I'll be fine."
While Sunoo is in the bathroom, the sound of the shower a steady hiss behind the closed door, Jay efficiently strips the soiled bed and remakes it with fresh, clean sheets. The practical task feels grounding, a quiet act of care after the overwhelming intensity of their passion.
To save water—and for the selfish desire to be near him again—he enters the steam-filled bathroom and asks Sunoo if he can shower with him. Sunoo's soft "okay" is all the permission he needs. They shower together, the touch now gentle and reverent, washing away the physical evidence of their lovemaking before changing into the clean clothes. Finally, they move to the living room together, settling onto the couch in a comfortable, sated silence.
Sunoo is cuddled into Jay's chest, his head tucked perfectly under his chin, and he giggles when he looks at the forgotten plate on the coffee table, the slice of cheesecake and the single, cream-daubed strawberry a testament to how quickly their evening had escalated.
"All it took was a strawberry," he sighs contentedly.
"I should have hand-fed you a strawberry a long time ago," Jay murmurs into his hair, his arm tightening around Sunoo's waist. "Did you want more cake? There's plenty."
Sunoo hums. "Maybe in the morning."
The words settle in Jay's chest. The implication—that Sunoo intends to sleep over, that this is going to be one of many mornings they spend together now—fills him with a profound joy. He pulls Sunoo even closer, pressing a soft kiss into his hair.
"Jungwon is going to be so mad," Sunoo giggles, the sound muffled against Jay's skin. "You outed him and Riki and now look at us."
Jay laughs. He'll have to deal with that tomorrow, or the next day, but right now, all that matters is the warm, pliant body in his arms and the promise of every morning to come.