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I’m one of those melodramatic fools

Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it

The intro of Basket Case playing in full volume is what greets Jake right as he steps inside the glass doors decorated with glowing red lights. He winces at the high volume, momentarily pausing in his steps because it was a little too much punk rock for his taste. 

And when he finally regains his composure again after a few seconds, he takes a look around the studio, eyes meeting glossy red walls with orange hues, and rows of beautiful design and artworks covering almost every inch of the place. Probably tattoo options for people walking in to get one. Just like him. 

“Jake?” He’s snapped out of his trance when someone calls his name out. Jake looks around before his eyes fall on a familiar head on the other side of the reception and a grin spreads on his lips immediately when he sees Jay leaning against it from the other side. 

With light steps, he approaches the latter who gives him a side hug, “Sunoo did say you wanted a tattoo but I never expected you’d actually come here.” 

Jake rolls his eyes playfully, mock offended as he slaps Jay’s arm lighty making him laugh, “I’m not that much of a chicken please.” He leans closer to the glass top, under it some more designs and artworks were placed neatly and Jay follows his sight. 

“You got a design for yourself?” 

Jake hums, nodding his head but still looking through the many little artworks. They were all so beautiful and unique, each one of them probably had their own unique meanings as well. He looks up with a smile, “I want to get a flower on my collarbone.”

“A flower?” Jay snorts, ducking down to pull out a register, “What? Like a badass rose or some infinity with daisies?”

“A badass rose doesn’t sound too bad,” Jake cheekily answers, shrugging his shoulders. But he already had made up his mind about what he wanted to get before he stepped out of the house today. It’s been bugging his head for atleast a year now, “But I want to get a Peony .” 

“Peony? What the fuck is that?”

“A flower you asshole.” 

Jay makes a face but he still pushes the register towards Jake who snatches the pen next to the counter to write down his information. It required a name, contact number and age. Huh , there was even a column for guardian consent, definitely for minors. 

“You have any inspiration for it?”

Jake grins again, turning a little to pull a paper out of his back jean pocket. It’s a picture, one that Jake took himself when he was in highschool probably and it miraculously showed up last year in his hands again when he was cleaning his apartment. He pushes the picture to Jay who pulls it up to examine. 

“This?” Jay raises an eyebrow, “I expected something more specifi—”

Jake shoves his shoulder again, huffing, “Shut up, I know you can make it.” Jay laughs, rolling his eyes. “Just tell me when I should come back.” 

His friend hums, chewing on his bottom lip as he examines the picture some more, “I’m kinda busy this month so I’ll need to send this to some other artist. You okay with that?” 

Jake shrugs his shoulders, he doesn’t mind even though this is his first tattoo. He was already recommended to try Jay’s parlour by his colleague long before and he trusts this guy.

“Perfect,” Jay answers, jotting some details down in the register next to Jake’s column, “I’ll contact you when your design is ready. Is there anything specific you want to add?”

“You guys can twick in a little bit I guess.”

 “Damn Jake you’re being too cool for a person getting their first tattoo.” 

Jake laughs, pushing off the counter, “You don’t fucking know how much I feel like running away.”

⇼

“What’s up?”

Heeseung barks a laugh at the startled reaction from Jay, the latter almost dropped his pen and huffed when he saw who it was. 

“Stop creeping up on people like that, we can’t even hear your footsteps.”

He chuckles, approaching closer to look at what Jay was doing. A picture is right next to him on the table and Heeseung picks it up, examining the pink flower.

“Where did you get this?”

“Hmm?” Jay looks up from his sketchbook, frowning, “Oh that’s from Jaeyun—” When he sees the confused expression on Heeseung’s face he quickly makes a brief introduction of the person, “He used to be Sunoo’s boss before.” 

Heeseung nods his head, leaning on the counter with the picture still in his hand, “The guy wants to get this one?”

“Kinda weird right?” Jay pumps up, turning to face his friend, “I was actually thinking of asking you to help get it done since I’ll be busy with the other commisions.” 

“Commisions?” Heeseung snorts, “More like going out to have a date with Sunoo.”

“Better than having to rot away in this parlour sometimes.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes, a smile creeping up his lips as he examines the picture some more. Peonies are pretty, they are a pretty shade of pink with red hues most of the time. This one in the picture in particular looked like it had a little way more purple tones to it. 

Still pretty. 

“When did you ask the guy—Jaeyun?” Jay nods his head and Heeseung continues, “When did you ask him to come back?” 

“Told him I’ll contact when the design is done,” Jay watches with curious eyes as Heeseung stares at the picture in hand. He leans closer, hopeful, “You’ll do it right?” 

Scoffing, Heeseung pushes off from the counter and slips the picture inside his jeans. He doesn’t answer and walks out from the main reception but Jay got the answer he wanted anyway so he smiles, going back to his sketchbook.

⇼

It was a week after when Jake got a call from Jay about his tattoo. In all honesty, right after he had walked back home from the parlour, he started having doubts about his decesion already and he prayed silently that it would take a little longer for the design to get finished. 

A week wasn’t enough time for him to muster up the courage he had before again and Jake found himself panicking a little when Jay shoved him inside the studio.

“God you were acting so cool a week ago, where did it go?” Jay jokes and Jake couldn’t help but huff because yeah, he doesn’t know himself where did the goddamn courage run away. 

Seeing how nervous Jake is, Jay places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in a comforting manner, “Hey, Jaeyun.” Jake looks up to his friend, “Heeseung hyung is an amazing artist, very professional and so you don’t have to worry about anything.” 

He nods his head, still hesitant but yeah, Jake cannot back out now and he watches as Jay gives him a reassuring smile, another squeeze and exits the studio leaving him alone. 

It was crucial while he waited for the tattoo artist—what was his name? Heeseung? Yeah, Heeseung. Jake could feel himself getting more nervous as the clock ticked by and when the door finally opened, he almost jumped in surprise. 

“Did I startle you?” The man who walked in chuckled at his reaction, Jake felt his ears burning red because well, that was embarassing. He definitely looked like a coward and so he waved a hand dismissively, “It’s okay.”

The man smiles, offering a hand as he sits down infront of him, “Heeseung and you’re Jaeyun?”

He's handsome, Jake thinks. He shakes the offered hand, a little embarassed from before and nods, “You can call me Jake,” And then pulls his hand back to place it on his lap afterwards.

Heeseung smiles at him, “I’ll use Jaeyun,” before swiveling in his chair to check his equipments and Jake stares at him, feeling something funny inside his tummy with the way Heeseung says his name. 

And while Heeseung prepares everything, Jake takes that time to stare at the man infront of him. He notices a scatter of tattoos trailing from under the hoodie Heeseung was wearing to under his jawline. He could make out a few flowers and a huge butterfly peeking from the left side meeting a few plum blossoms. They were beautiful and oddly, he felt his hands itching to touch them. 

“Jay told me that you wanted to get Peonies,” The voice jolts Jake out of his trance and he nods his head, Heeseung turns to him with a raised brow, “Is there any specific reason?”

Jake purses his lips, reluctant and Heeseung smiles at him, “It’s okay if you don’t want to share.”

“No it’s not that,” Jake answers, licking his bottom lip, “It’s just that I don’t have any specific reason behind getting it other than a memory from highschool when I took that picture,” He pointed to the picture that Heeseung was holding and the latter slipped it in his palm. 

Jake blinks, staring at the picture in his hand, “It's just a memoir for my highschool days I guess?”

“Sounds neat,” Heeseung hums, pulling his chair to sit closer to Jake and the latter backs away a little from the proximity. Heeseung chuckles, pulling back to bring a preferred distance between them again. “Jay said you wanted to get it done on your collarbones,” He shows two identical stencils to Jake but in different sizes, “I made two stencils, which size do you prefer?” 

Jake stares at the stencils, he couldn’t really make out much of it since they were just simple line arts right now, “Will the smaller one hurt less?”

Heeseung barks a laugh, shaking his head and Jake feels his ears burning red again, “They’ll both hurt the same but the smaller one will take lesser time to finish.”

He nods his head, contemplating. Less time meant less pain right? So with a frown and a hopeful mind, Jake points to the smaller stencil in Heeseung’s palm who grins at him, nodding. 

“Unbutton your shirt,” Jake looks at him incredulously and Heeseung tsks, tugging his bottom lip inbetween his teeth. An action that makes Jake blush profusely, “If you don’t atleast take off a part of your shirt, I won’t be able to start.”

Feeling dumb, Jake shakily started to unbutton his shirt, cheeks tinted pink. Don’t get him wrong, he can’t help it that the tattoo artist chosen for him was this attractive. 

When he finished unbuttoning his shirt halfway, he slid the left side down, exposing his bare collarbone. He made sure to not wear any accesories or necklaces today because he didn’t want anything getting in the way while he was getting tatted.

He could feel Heeseung’s stare but Jake didn’t dare look up until he felt a hand over his skin and he visibly tensed as Heeseung traced the skin around his shoulders. 

Is it a normal thing to do so?

“You want it here?” Heeseung questions, pressing his finger nearest to the joint. Jake held his breath and shook his head so Heeseung trailed his finger a little further, “Here?” Jake shook his head again and this time Heeseung pressed his finger right above his collarbone, nearer to the base of his neck and he shivers, “Here?” 

Jake nods his head, bottom lip tucked between his teeth and he lets out the breath he was holding when Heeseung lets go to check his equipments again. 

One twenty-one guns

Lay down your arms, give up the fight 

One twenty-one guns

Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I 

It was silent, safe for the room clouding with 21 Guns and Jake wonders if the artists in this parlour are all addicted to Green Day. Heeseung rubs his skin with a wipe, placing the stencil next. It wasn’t a lengthy process to trace the stencil over his skin but what comes next is what scared Jake off his orbits. Heeseung probably noticed how tense Jake had suddenly gotten and so, he chuckles, the whirring of his needle mingling along with the sound.

“Relax,” He feels a hand on top of his shoulder and Jake closes his eyes as Heeseung leans closer, “You’re not gonna die because of a tattoo.” 

“You don’t know that,” His words pull out a laugh from Heeseung and Jake feels his cheeks burn. 

The first prick barely left any impression, Jake almost thought he might be able to go through it but then it started to sting like crazy and he pursed his lips, sitting rigid. Heeseung notices and starts talking, “Do you know the meaning behind peonies?” 

It takes Jake a few moments to gather himself to answer, “Prosperity and compassion...” Also linked with love and romance, not that Jake would voice them out.

“There’s another meaning to it too,” Heeseung says and Jake slowly blinks his eyes open to realise how close the man was next to his face, “It also means sweet fruit after great endurance. So—” Jake feels his heartbeat quicken as Heeseung smiles at him, “You need to take this risk to get great rewards afterwards.”

“Y-yeah.” 

Stupid stupid stupid , Jake curses himself inside his head for stuttering but Heeseung seems like he’s having fun as he chuckles. Just then Jake notices a glint and squints, “Is that a…?” 

Heeseung hums, raising an eyebrow, “A what?” 

Jake points to Heeseung’s mouth and the latter opens it, sticking his tongue out. He gapes at the shiny silver ball on the latter’s tongue, sitting so proud and Heeseung pulls his tongue back to grin. 

Heeseung doesn’t stop working and Jake pesters him a little more, “Doesn’t it hurt?” 

“Hurt what? Piercings?” When he nods, Heeseung starts again, “Nah not as much as you think.”

“I—” He’s reluctant and when Heeseung looks at him in question, Jake avoids eye contact, “I have one too—” The revelation causes another lift of an eyebrow from Heeseung and Jake pouts, “I got it during highschool, okay? I’m not that much of a coward as you think.” 

The man grins, showing his pearls, “Yeah, I never said you can’t,” Jake huffs at the words, “Where?”

“What?”

“Where do you have a piercing? Your ears?”

“I do have a piercing in my left ear,” Jake nods his head, craning his neck as the needle presses closer to his nape now and he winces at the pain, “But I also have a navel piercing.”

Heeseung whistles, surprised and Jake feels his cheeks burning again at the reaction. 

“That’s actually hot.”

He squirms in his seat, the sting getting harsher with each poke and a soft gasp leaves Jake when he feels a hand dropping to his knee, Heeseung stops his uncomfortable squirming, “Stay still, it’s almost done.”

The whirring continues, Heeseung occasionally wiping off the excess ink and Jake thought Heeseung was done talking when he comments again, a soft compliment rolling off his tongue, “You have nice collarbones.”

“Wha—” It comes out as a slur and Jake gathers himself to reply, “Is there even a thing as nice collarbones?”

Heeseung chuckles, nodding his head, “You have, so I guess there is.”

His words make Jake further blush, the flush almost creeping up to his neck at this point and he huffs, turning his head away, “You say that to each of your clients?”

“Only the ones who don’t have a partner and are cute,” It’s a cheeky reply and Jake almost finds himself smiling at the playfulness rolling off the man. 

“How would you know I don’t have a partner?”

“Well if there was one,” Heeseung starts, his breath blowing on the heated skin of Jake’s collarbones and he shudders from the proximity, “They’ll be here with you while you get your first tattoo.”

“Fai—” Jake breathes, “Fair point.” 

The next minutes go by fast as Heeseung finishes his work, the whirring stops and the poking ends. Jake cranes his neck to make the soreness go away. He can’t feel the skin around his collarbone, it feels numb but at the same time, the experience ended up being refreshing. 

Heeseung turns him a hand mirror, urging him to check and a full blown smile spreads on Jake’s lips when he sees the outcome. There from above his collarbone, is a branch of pink cluttered towards the base of his neck. It was beautiful and there were some dusted crystal looking raindrops added to each petals as well, giving the flowers a more serene look. 

“It’s beautiful,” He breathes, his fingers hovering just above the red skin, not touching. 

Heeseung smiles at the reaction, leaning back on his chair as he takes off the gloves, “Glad you like it.”

“Like it?” Jake deadpans, turning to the man, “I love it.” 

The artist laughs, tucking his bottom lip inbetween his teeth again as he watches how Jake admired his work. Jake turns to him with a wide grateful smile, “Thankyou so much for this.”

“ Aww just a thankyou?” It’s said in a teasing tone and Jake drops the mirror on his lap, the object almost falling to the ground if he didn’t catch it on time. 

“W-what? What else do you want?”

Heeseung chuckles, leaning his elbows on his thighs and he shrugs, “Maybe some numbers punched in my phone or—” Jake narrows his eyes, “A date?”

“How many people have you used that line on?” 

He grins, “I told you that I only use them on people without partners and who are cute,” He continues this time with a playful glint in his eyes,”But most of them only ever end up getting bend over that desk in the end,” Jake follows the thumb which points to a desk in the corner of the studio and he blushes hard at the hidden inuendo. 

Jake scoffs, shaking his head, “And where do I fall in the list?”

“I won’t say a list,” Heeseung stands up from his seat, placing his gloves on the cart next to him and walks back to Jake with a transparent bandage. Jake purses his lips as Heeseung starts to prep his freshly made tattoo and winces when the transparent bandage is placed over it. 

Heeseung steps back with a smile, “If you want, we can go to the next and every level that starts from a date and getting to know each other.”

⇼

And that’s how Jake ended up in the passenger seat of Heeseung’s Toyota, three weeks later and on their way to a diner to get dinner. Previously in the day, they went to an arcade and had fun smashing their hands on the many games they stumbled upon. 

It was fun, Heeseung had never laughed this much in his life than when Jake tripped over his foot but still managed to score the highest. The look of pure disbelief with the flushed cheeks made Heeseung’s insides melt because Jake was so adorable in every way possible. 

“Did you have fun today?” He asks the man sitting beside him, even though Heeseung himself had a blast, he’s not sure if the latter’s feelings were mutual or not and that makes him a little nervous. 

Jake smiles wide at him, turning his body to face him completely, “I had alot of fun! It was such a blast to go around and smash those buttons for space invaders!” He stops exclaiming abruptly, making Heeseung look back over to him. Jake bites his lips, unsure, “Did you?”

Heeseung chuckles, nodding his head to confirm, “I had a blast too.” His words seem to make Jake sigh in relief and Heeseung can’t help himself from smiling. Here he was, nervous as heck and not even realising that Jake was feeling the same this whole time. He leans forward to turn on the stereo and soon, the sound of First Date by blink-182 fills the small space. 

It’s cliche damn, the song which ends up in the shuffle and Heeseung feels laughter bubbling up his throat as the lyrics fill between them while Jake chokes on the Coke he was sipping on.

In the car, I just can’t wait

To pick you up on our very first date 

Is it cool if I hold your hand? 

Heeseung side eyes the man sitting beside him before his eyes briefly fell on the hand that was planted next to the gear shift. There’s an itch in his mind to touch and hold that small hand but Heeseung isn’t sure if he should do that so he decides to stare ahead instead, on the road. 

Jake must’ve noticed the hesitancy as he giggles, scooting closer and extending his hand to place it on top of Heeseung's over the steering wheel. 

Heeseung smiles, turning the hand so that their fingers lace together and he pulls it up to his lips, kissing the skin. 

“What do you want to eat for dinner?”

“Hamburger!”

⇼

The diner is small but it’s cozy as the two sit down, Heeseung makes sure to sit right beside Jake instead of across and it ends up with a raised brow from the latter. 

“I just think sitting right next to each other helps in better connection,” Heeseung’s confident reply has Jake rolling his eyes and he grins, leaning closer, “And I also don’t think I can stay away from you even if I wanted.”

Heeseung laughs as he watches how Jake burns red under his gaze again, it’s cute. He loves the peachy flush that spreads on Jake’s face everytime he flirts and compliments the latter. It’s endearing. 

They order their food, Jake opting for burgers and even though Heeseung isn’t fond of fast food for dinner, he still goes along with the choice and lets Jake choose. Jake smiles so wide at the offer, Heeseung feels his heart swelling up at the sight.

And if Heeseung thought Jake couldn’t get any cuter, he was absolutely wrong because Jake looked ten times cuter when happily munching on his burgers, cheeks round and lips pouty. Heeseung cooed at the sight inwardly, doing his best to compose the smile on his lips. He definitely looked so creepy, smiling from ear to ear like that. 

“Arl yew nwok gwanu eyat thya fras?”

“What?” Heeseung chuckles, leaning closer to poke at the round chubby cheeks and Jake slaps his hand away, “Talk after you swallow your food.”

With a determined expression, Jake snatches the Soda can from the table and takes a long sip to help in swallowing before he starts again, “Are you not gonna eat your fries?” The hope glittering in his eyes makes Heeseung smile and he shakes his head, pushing his plate of fries forward. 

“All yours.”

Jake beams and it was quick, how he leans forward to place a short grateful peck on Heeseung’s chin before pulling the plate of fries with him. Heeseung stays frozen in his seat, wondering what just happened before his eyes fall on Jake who is happily munching on the fries now, trying to look nonchalant but the red smearing the tip of his ears gives away his feelings too easily.

Heeseung chuckles, scooting closer, “That was brave of you, babe.”

Jake doesn’t answer but turns his head to face the former, raising an eyebrow, “It was just a peck.”

“And I want more.”

He laughs as Jake rolls his eyes, a smile evident on his lips. It’s silent for a while, Heeseung finally decides to stop his creepy staring and eat his own burger when a song starts to play, soft music flooding the diner. 

Jake perks up at the sound, “That’s my favourite song!”

“The Smiths?” Heeseung isn’t a fan of pop rock but he thinks he had heard this song before, maybe but he likes how Jake beams brighter at him.

Jake seems elated to share as he quickly turns his body, facing Heeseung, "Ofcourse, they’re one of my favourites!" Heeseung watches in awe as Jake rambles on and on about his favourite artist, his eyes looking glossy under the yellow lighting of the diner, “This song is called There is a light that never goes out.”

Take me out tonight 

Take me anywhere 

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care

"I'd like to listen to more of them then." 

Jake brightens up more at his words and Heeseung swears he will combust. 

⇼

On the ride back from the diner is when Jake finds himself a little jittery, he really had a lot of fun today. Heeseung had been an amazing date, making him laugh and taking care of him, flirting with him constantly and listening to him ramble about his favourites. 

And god forbid , Jake doesn’t want this night to end. He wants to spend a little more time together, hold hands, talk and maybe kiss Heeseung too. The last thought makes him blush. 

One can’t blame him though, because Heeseung looks so good as well, with that stupid leather jacket and his stupid black t-shirt underneath. He looks so hot, Jake often found himself admiring the guy throughout the day. He was lucky that he didn’t get caught as much as he was staring. 

And even right now, he was doing the same thing. His eyes were trained on the man driving, one hand holding Jake’s and the other, tatted one placed on top of the steering wheel. Jake feels his throat go dry as he lets his eyes fall on the litter of tattoos that scattered on Heeseung’s neck. They were beautiful. 

Heeseung must’ve felt his stare because he turns his head to face him with a smirk, an 'I caught you' look there as well. But Jake doesn’t break off the eye contact which prompts Heeseung to raise an eyebrow, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Well your tattoos are pretty,” Jake answers, eyes fluttering from the tattoos to Heeseung’s smile.

“And not me?”

“You—” He hesitates before squirming a little in his seat, “You’re hot,” It came out in the softest whisper but Heeseung definitely heard it because Jake could see the grip on the steering getting tighter and Heeseung doing that same tucking his bottom lip inbetween his teeth thing. Jake wonders if that’s a habit. 

It’s not long before Heeseung parks his car in a dark alley and Jake frowns, sitting up, “Are you planning to axe murder me after a date?”

Heeseung snorts, shaking his head and nudges the former to look out. When Jake sticks his head out from the window, he realises where they were and pauses, “Wait—” He gets back in again, turning to Heeseung, “We’re stargazing?”

“No we’re fucking under the stars,” Heeseung answers, getting out and Jake flushes deep red, scrambling to get out of the car himself. 

He watches as Heeseung pulls out a bedsheet from the trunk with his mouth agape, “Wait for real?”

“Are you serious?” Heeseung shakes his head at him, draping the bedsheet over his bonnet before he’s pulling Jake closer, “Why would I want to fuck outside in the cold?”

“I don’t know,” Jake answers and he lets Heeseung pick him up by the waist before placing him on the bonnet. Heeseung follows, hopping up to sit as well, “You seem like the type to do so.”

Heeseung doesn’t answer but scoffs, a smirk lingering on his lips as he leans back on the bed sheet. Jake follows him, leaning himself down and he feels the former put his arm out for him to lean his head on, and Jake does so without any qualms.

For a while, that's all they do, staring up at the bed of stars above with wonder and Jake feels beyond comfortable in this position, with Heeseung by his side. There’s faint sounds of some Nirvana songs playing from Heeseung’s stereo and Jake thinks everything is heavenly, kind of, well as much as Jake’s vocabulary goes as he smiles at the view, the atmosphere. 

“It’s pretty.”

“Yeah,” Heeseung replies and Jake scoots closer to him, now leaning his head on the former’s chest and Heeseung pulls him closer, “I was actually not sure if I should bring you here—thought it might be too sappy.”

“No—” Jake shakes his head, “It’s beautiful and I really appreciate it.” 

“Glad you like it then,” He could sense Heeseung smiling and it made him smile as well, Jake turns his body to lean back up and Heeseung looks at him in question. 

“Thankyou for today,” He starts, hesitating before he's ducking down to press a kiss on Heeseung’s chin for the second time this night. Jake pulls back with pink tinting his cheeks, “It was a great date.”

But Heeseung doesn’t seem to be satisfied as he grabs behind Jake’s neck and slots their lips together this time. Jake gasps, hands planted on Heeseung's chest to steady himself as the latter moves their lips in a rhythm. The coldness of the lip ring digging in his bottom lip with each press of Heeseung’s lips against his making him shiver.

Oh god, Jake feels something stir in his gut at the aggressive way Heeseung is kissing him and he willingly opens his mouth to let the tongue which had been licking at his lips to slither inside. 

Heeseung groans, his hand coming up to cup Jake’s cheek as the kiss deepens. The sound had Jake shivering on his hold, his tongue playing with Heeseung's which seemed persistent in its quest to dominate the other.

Good for him because Jake loves to be dominated in such cases. 

Heeseung continues to nip at Jake’s bottom lip and he breaks away from the kiss with a huff, cheeks tinted peach. Jake blinks, a little dazed.

“You okay?” He nods his head, leaning back down to kiss Heeseung again and this time the kiss is slow. It burns something inside Jake’s tummy and he feels breathless because this kiss is a lot different than the kiss they shared just seconds ago. 

Heeseung kisses him like he’s drowning, underwater and Jake is his first breath of air. Jake could feel something hard poking his abdomen below and it tingles all senses inside of him. 

The next time he pulls away, Jake is fast to lean completely up on the bonnet and tugs at Heeseung’s belt loops making him raise an eyebrow at the action, leaning up on his elbows to question, “Are you sure about this?”

Jake just tugs at his belt loops again as answer, he looks up at Heeseung with a pout and the latter curses under his breath, hand quick to unbuckle his belt and push the pants down his hips. 

It’s hard to do so while sitting on top of the bonnet, so Jake lands down from the car and Heeseung leans against the front, his jeans snug around his thighs. 

Jake kneels infront of him, shaky hands going up to pull the dark boxers down. He could hear Heeseung hiss as his hands make contact with the hard length and he languidly strokes it, watching in awe as Heeseung gets harder under his touch. 

Heeseung plants his hand on top of his head, urging him and Jake is eager to deliver as he tentatively licks the slit, eliciting a grunt from Heeseung that goes straight to his own dick. Fuck this is hot. 

He wraps his lips around the tip, eyes up to watch Heeseung’s reaction as he slowly takes the length inside his mouth. Heeseung smells of musk and mint, tastes salty and Jake is addicted to this combination as he moans around him, the vibration causing Heeseung to buck forward in retaliation. 

Consequently, it makes Jake gag as the tip hits the back of his throat but Heeseung doesn’t stop, he bucks his hips again and this time, Jake just lets him fuck his mouth however he wanted. 

He could feel his jaw slacking, his throat burning and eyes stinging with tears as Heeseung kept thrusting inside his mouth, each snap making his head jerk. 

“Goddamn, you’re so good baby,” Heeseung’s grunts and appreciative sounds further makes Jake moan and hum around him, loving every second of being able to pleasure Heeseung with his mouth. He gags as Heeseung hits deeper and trails of drool dribble down his chin as the thrusts get more erratic with time. 

“Yeah…” Jake could feel it, he could feel Heeseung twitching inside his mouth and so he sucks in his cheeks more, humming around the girth and Heeseung growls, fingers tight on Jake’s locks as he fucks his face, “God—you’re doing fucking amazing.” 

And with Jake humming around his girth and him jamming his dick inside the warm mouth, Heeseung cums with a loud groan, shivering with the intensity of his euphoria. 

Even though Heeseung stops his fast ramming, he doesn’t completely stop bucking to prolong his release and Jake doesn’t let go too, he wraps his hand around the base and strokes the length, tip still inside his mouth as he sucks. He hums as the warm liquid coats his mouth, his throat in strings of white and Heeseung grunts, his hands now running through Jake’s hair in a more tender way. 

Jake lets go of his cock after awhile, it’s softened now and he sticks his tongue to show Heeseung how much he had drank of him and it makes the latter groan again, “Fuck, come here,” Heeseung pulls him up from the ground and Jake winces when he feels the soreness on his knees but he doesn’t care because Heeseung is kissing him again, lapping and nipping on his lips like no tomorrow. 

Jake could hear blink-182 songs still playing from inside of Heeseung’s car and he couldn’t help but smile at the lyrics. 

Turn the lights off, carry me home 

Keep your lips still, I'd be your thrill 

The night will go on

“Want to come over?” 

“Fuck yes.”

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I don’t care what you think unless it is about me

It is now my duty to completely drain you

Once inside his apartment, Jake’s fingers tangle themselves in Heeseung’s dark hair as the latter pulls him into a kiss by his neck. Jake could only pant, breathy and heavily as Heeseung lifts him by the thighs and bounces him on the duvet of his bed.

The leather jacket comes off immediately, revealing long sleeves of inked arms when Heeseung briefly pulls away only to pounce back on Jake again right after. His hands trail everywhere, groping everywhere from Jake’s sides to his bottom, squeezing and weighting each side of Jake under his palms. 

Jake moans at the feeling, arching his back as Heeseung starts to kiss down his neck, wet trails of smooches being delivered on his heated skin. But it’s not enough, Heeseung is not sated by the feeling of Jake’s body over the clothes so he grunts, pulling away to tug at Jake’s shirt and Jake willingly lets him do so, undressing him as harshly as his rough hands lets him. 

He lets Heeseung do whatever the fuck he wants, Jake lays pliant and responsive as Heeseung tears each clothing off his body, his shirt, his pants and his boxers, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable under Heeseung. 

He shivers as the cold air of his room hits his skin but it’s soon replaced by warmth as Heeseung cages him in his arms, grabs under Jake’s ribs to squeeze the part, fingers trailing to his navel where a proud black ring sits and Heeseung tugs at it lightly eliciting whimpers from Jake, soft and needy from the action.

“Fuck,” Heeseung curses, sucking a hickey under Jake’s jawline and grinds his hips down, “Fuck you’re so sexy.”

The compliment sizzles heated desire inside Jake’s gut and he whimpers again, latching his hands on Heeseung’s shoulder, fingers scratching because he wants something, anything to be done about his arousal. He’s so hard and he can even feel Heeseung getting hard above him too. 

It’s quick how Heeseung turns Jake around, in a swift second he’s now laid on his belly, chin tucked on the duvet and ass up in the air as Heeseung grabs a hold of his hips, angling them further up so that his bottom sticks right infront of his sight. 

Jake whines, arms coming up to cover his heated face as he feels Heeseung grope his asscheeks, squeeze and fondle the flesh under his palms. He’s painfully hard at this point and fuck, he really needs Heeseung to do something. 

“Hees—” A gasp leaves him when he feels a slap being delivered on his left cheek and Jake stuffs his face back into his arms as Heeseung places another smack on the other cheek, watching in awe as the fat jiggles under his ministrations. 

“Babe?” Heeseung’s fucking teasing, Jake knows it and he grits his teeth as he pushes his ass back, wiggling his hips because fuck does it hurt, he’s throbbing and he really wants Heeseung to touch him already, “What is it, Jaeyun-ah?”

Jake whines, “T-touch me…” 

“What?” Heeseung hums, spreading his ass cheeks wide to peek at the pink hole, “I can’t hear you.”

He whines again, the sound muffled when he puts his face against the duvet, “Touch m-me please.”

Heeseung doesn’t answer but Jake feels it, he feels the man suck in a breath and spit right on his hole, making him shudder by the action. He whimpers when Heeseung tongues at his rim, the cold metal of his piercing bumping the skin, not quite pushing but licking around to rile him up and Jake shudders. Heeseung sucks hard on him, teeth grazing his sensitive area and Jake can’t help but grind back because it feels so good. 

He gasps when Heeseung suddenly slides his tongue in, rolling the wet muscle around the tightness and groans, an action that has Jake seeing stars. Tears pool at his eyes when Heeseung starts to drag his tongue in and out of him, the softness of his wet muscle mingling with the hard cold spike of his piercing hitting Jake's insides with each thrust. 

“Ah—” Jake cries, biting down on his fist and leaning his chest up to push further back against Heeseung’s mouth, “F-feels so g-good…” He moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure as Heeseung spreads his ass cheeks open wider, pushing his tongue into the tight entrance, his cock sending signals for more to his mouth. 

It’s almost like he’s addicted, addicted to the sounds Jake lets out and the way he tastes that Heeseung doesn’t even find himself ashamed at the way his tongue was pushing to bury itself further inside him. Jake gasps, his insides feeling like they were on fire by the newfound vigor at which Heeseung was eating him out and he plants his hand behind on Heeseung’s head, tangling his fingers through the dark tresses and bucks his hips back. 

“F-fuck—” He cries, mouth hanging open as he fucks himself on Heeseung’s tongue, fingers tight on the latter’s hair as he pushes his hips back to meet the wet muscle halfway, “F-fuck fuck fuck—dont stop...i-it feels s-so good...p-please—please don’t s-stop…”

Heeseung feels his dick twitch with the way Jake was moaning out aloud and he presses his fingers tighter on his cheeks, spreading him further if that was even possible as he lolls his tongue in and out of the opening, his little silver ball hitting the warm walls with each thrust, before he’s pushing further again, slithering his tongue in as much as he can. Jake all but screams when Heeseung’s piercing hits his sweet spot, the silver ball poking against the bundle of nerves and Jake couldn’t stop his bucking hips as he neared his orgasm. 

He spasms and cries aloud, mewling out profanities after profanities as Heeseung fucks him with his tongue, abusing his hole with each flick and soon enough, with his hips bucking wildly into Heeseung’s mouth, Jake comes with a scream. His cum lands everywhere around him, his duvet, his abdomen, everywhere but his bucking doesn’t stop and neither does Heeseung’s tongue as it keeps sliding in and out of him. 

Heeseung feels himself getting harder by the minute, his dick twitching inside his pants at the raw feeling of Jake fucking into his tongue. Saliva dribbles down his chin and Heeseung trails a hand down, wrapping it around the now half hard shaft of Jake who whimpers at the contact. 

Heeseung languidly strokes the length again, feeling it harden under his touch with a smirk but he doesn’t pull his tongue out yet. He keeps lolling it inside the pink hole, now just softly letting it drag across the warm walls and around the rim. Jake whimpers again at the overstimulation as Heeseung pulls his hand back, slick with cum and then he slowly pulls his tongue away, letting his fingers take over. 

He watches in awe as Jake takes his finger so easily, the cum and his saliva making it easier for his finger to push in and out before he’s adding another. Jake moans at the stretch, thighs quivering and Heeseung spits on his rim again, the trails of his saliva slipping inside with the fingers and some falling down to the bedsheet. 

“You take my fingers just as good as you did my tongue,” Heeseung comments, voice breathy and Jake squirms under his arms, “You suck them in so good, babe,” He pushes in another finger, crooking them a little, an action that makes Jake feel like he’ll crumple down any minute. He gasps when Heeseung starts to lick around his rim again, adding to the stimulation and Jake cries, fingers back to carding them through Heeseung’s tresses. 

He feels his second orgasm approaching sooner than he expected, his gut tightening by the way Heeseung finger fucked him while simultaneously licking him, the silver ball on the tip of his tongue adding in to the immense pleasure when the metal comes in contact with his sensitive muscles. 

“H-Heeseung...p-plea—please,” He croaks, licking his bottom lip before pursing them in, eyes screwing shut as the pleasure courses through every vein in his body. He tugs at the light tresses and it further makes Heeseung groan around him, a stimulation that’s too out of this world to break into words and Jake is crying again, biting down on his bottom lip because fuck, he can’t take this anymore. 

He’s definitely so opened up at this point too by the way Heeseung keeps fucking him with three fingers now. He’s sensitive, shivering from head to toe as Heeseung doesn’t stop but keeps licking around him, further salivating the rim and his fingers to slide in deeper, hitting his sweet spot with each thrust.

“Please—please!” He cries again, contrary to his thoughts, his hips are again bucking back to fuck himself against the fingers and Heeseung all but growls at the reaction, sliding his tongue in with the fingers now and Jake isn’t sure how it’s even possible but he’s crying, drooling even as the pleasure intensifies ten fold. 

He shivers, his thighs quivers and he feels his second orgasm of the night creeping up on him at high speed. Heeseung smirked, loving every second of it as he fucked Jake with his fingers and his tongue, saliva dribbling down from the corners of his mouth but none of the filth seemed to matter to him. The taste of Jake was too intoxicating and the way he clenched down on his tongue and fingers had Heeseung craving for more. 

Jake feels lightheaded, each nerve in his body buzzing as he cries aloud again, his orgasm hitting him hard and he spills it all over the place again, not caring the slightest bit when his stomach rubs against the soiled duvet below. 

Heeseung pulls his fingers out, about to pull his mouth back too but Jake tightens his grip on his hair, pushing him back again as he rides his high some more, letting Heeseung’s nose and lips rub against his rim to further stimulation before he falls on the duvet, spent and tired.

He’s panting, hard and fast, face flushed against the soft duvet when he feels Heeseung hover over him, the latter’s hot breath hitting his nape and he hums when Heeseung presses a kiss there, mumbling against the skin, “You taste so good,” Jake shivers at how rough Heeseung sounds. Heeseung licks at shell of his ear, taking the soft muscle between his teeth, “If I wasn’t so fucking hard, I’d have eaten you out until you cum dry.”

The words stir another wave of arousal inside his tummy and Jake moans as Heeseung runs his hands down his bare back before settling them on his hips, squeezing, “Your back is pretty too—fuck,” Heeseung runs his hand back up again, feeling the skin and curves under his palms and Jake hums at the feeling, “Every part of you is beautiful, sexy—fucking amazing.” 

Jake peaks over his shoulder, a little dazed, to find that Heeseung had taken off his clothes too, now as naked as him. He gasps as Heeseung squeezes a little too hard on his sides, “You’ll look so pretty with plum blossoms trailing up your back, branching out in pretty scatters of pink and peach just like the color of your blush,” Heeseung presses on his back dimples with a smile, leaning down to lick at the area that makes Jake whimper. 

A groan leaves Heeseung as he pulls away, licking his lips and he trails his hands down to grab on Jake's plump bottom again. There were pink outlines of his fingers over the skin and Heeseung smirks at the way Jake moans whenever he squeezes the flesh again. 

But he can’t continue teasing anymore, fuck Heeseung was rock hard at this point and if he doesn’t fuck Jake, he will be combust. So with little hesitancy, he pulls his hand back and wraps it around his throbbing shaft, stroking it languidly for a few seconds as he stares. He pauses before a smirk flits up his lips again and he leans closer to Jake's side, nudging the latter who grunts, lifting his head. 

Heeseung kisses him on the lips, coaxing his mouth open before he's placing his hand below his mouth and Jake blinks at him, head still in cloud nine to get what Heeseung meant, “Spit on it babe.”

His face burns crimson with the words, the nickname again but Jake does as told, leaning closer to the open palm and spitting on it. Heeseung urges him to go at it more and Jake spits again, further salivating the palm, making some droplets fall on the duvet below. 

Heeseung kisses him again before he’s leaning back, over Jake and spreads the latter’s legs apart with his knees. He strokes his cock with the slick hand, the other spreading Jake open before he’s aligning his tip over the rim. The contact makes him hiss, fuck he can’t wait and Jake whimpers as Heeseung pushes his tip inside before slowly pushing further until he was balls deep. 

He curses under his breath because Jake is fucking warm, the feeling of being inside him is out of the world, he could already feel his dick pulsing, “Ba-baby—fuck you feel so good around me—” Jake cries as Heeseung slowly starts to push in and out of him, relishing the feeling of Jake’s walls rubbing against his hard cock, “So fucking good.” 

The words make Jake moan, he leans up on his elbows when Heeseung pulls at his hips, making him sit on all fours and the latter starts to pick up his pace, string of curses leaving his mouth at how amazing Jake felt around him. 

And him letting out some of the most satisfied groans to ever reach Jake's ears automatically makes him turned on more immensely, he feels his own dick twitch as Heeseung continues to fuck him, his pace starting to get faster as the seconds tick by. 

It's not long before Heeseung is turning his body around, Jake laid on his back now, looking up at Heeseung's exposed body for the first time. His breath catches in his throat when his eyes fall on the amount of tattoos literring his body. Jake doesn’t even register when Heeseung pushes his legs up, spreading him wide open and when he thrusts just a little too harshly did Jake snap out of his trance, body jerking in sensitivity. 

“Too—too busy checking me out?” Heeseung grins at him, rocking into Jake and Jake mewls, hands bunching up the bedsheets by his side. It takes him a few moments to gather the energy to reply back and Jake croaks, mouth parted open, “Y-your tat-tattoos are beautiful.”

Heeseung groans, pushing his legs further up and spreads him wider if possible, Jake gasps as he feels his lower half getting lifted off the duvet, Heeseung fucking into him with newfound vigour that makes his whole body jerk upwards. 

“You—” Heeseung grunts, pulling Jake’s legs to drop them on his elbows and ducks down to kiss on the peonies in Jake’s collarbone, letting his lip ring hover over the skin as he whispers, “You’re far more beautiful—fuck.”

Tears spill from Jake’s eyes as he cries, latching his hands from the bedsheets to Heeseung’s shoulders, “T-then…” He wails, breath caught in his throat as Heeseung kisses on his tattoo again, “Then f-fuck me like y-you mean it.” 

Heeseung growls over his skin, the grip on Jake’s thighs getting tighter, bruising even as he starts to buck his hips in an animalistic force. Jake cries, loud and clear at the new pace, back scratching on the bedsheet below as Heeseung pushes him against the duvet, the sound of skin slapping agaisnt skin filling his ears with each snap. 

It was so obscene how Heeseung pulls away to push Jake's thighs up, almost folding him in half as he pounds inside, the bed shaking profusely under the weight of his thrusts, the headboard knocking against his walls and Jake wishes for his neighbours to not be home because fuck—fuck it’s so loud. Everything is loud about them having sex and he can’t stop crying aloud as Heeseung keeps pounding. 

Jake feels his third orgasm of the night creeping up on him, he shivers and convulses below Heeseung, hands back to crumple the bedsheets again. With his hazy mind and impending orgasm, Jake starts to blubber incoherent words, “I—I um...Heeseung f-fuck—don’t stop plea—please...He—” He hiccups, tears spilling down his cheeks as the pleasure intensifies, “I-I’m cummi—”

Heeseung shuts his blubber with a searing kiss, muffling his next words, swallowing his wails and moans as Jake's third orgasm clashes on him, making him shudder. He spills his cum over his abdomen and his chest, the sticky white making him shiver from the coldness. Jake clenches around the throbbing cock inside him and Heeseung groans, tugging on Jake's bottom lip harshly before he lets go, mouth parting open in carnal desire as he thrusts deeper and harsher against him. 

“Jak—Jaeyun babe,” Heeseung curses, his thrusts growing more crazed as his own orgasm creeps up on him in waves, he shudders, seething himself further inside the warmth, jerking Jake above the mattress with each thrust. His hands were tight on Jake’s thighs, pushing to fold him more and he heaves, jaw clenched as he looks down at the man below him, crying in pleasure. 

Heeseung feels his heartstrings tugging inside his chest at the sight of Jake looking so utterly fucked out and he can’t help it when his thrusts grow more rapid, his thoughts going haywire. 

“I want—” He clamps his teeth down on his bottom lip, the metal of his lip ring digging the roof of his mouth, “I want to—fuck baby, I want to fuck you l-like this fo-forever.”

A gutteral groan leaves his throat when his release clashes him and Heeseung ducks down, mouthing on Jake's calf as he rides it out, his seed filling Jake's insides with each stroke and each push. Jake whines from the feeling, from being overstimulated and full, and fucking lord Heeseung bites down hard on his skin making him gasp. 

As he rides off his high, Heeseung slowly pulls out from Jake, pulling the latter's leg down to his elbow and Jake sighs, too spent from the wild ride and he frowns when he finds Heeseung who seems transfixed by the sight infront of him. He feels his heart flipping inside his chest as Heeseung leans down to kiss him, slow and sensual, making butterflies to flap around his tummy. He feels the metal of his lip ring dig into his upper lip again, a moan slipping out by the contact. 

Jake breathes as Heeseung pulls away with a smile, wrapping the former's legs around his waist again and it takes Jake a moment to realise what this action meant—

"Hees—"

He couldn’t even finish his words as Heeseung pulled back again only to push his cock back inside in a swift thrust. 

Why is he hard again?

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We dance around just like constellations

You keep my body warm

We dance around just like constellations

“You’re fucking crazy,” Heeseung chuckles as Jake hits his chest. They fucked, yes they fucked so good. He fucked Jake so good, the thought alone makes him hard again how fucking amazing Jake felt around, cried for him and tasted. 

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” He teases, a grin spreading on his lips as Jake profusely blushes under his gaze. 

He doesn’t answer but pouts, a sight that makes Heeseung smile and coo. He’s fucking adorable, heck—Sim Jaeyun is a whole package from being sexy as fuck to adorable as fuck.

Or maybe, it’s just that Heeseung is in too deep for this man that he finds everything endearing at this point. 

Heeseung doesn’t care, he loves everything about it, he loves everything about Jake. Is it a little too early to call it love? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care because Jake is kissing his jawline again, an action which doesn’t only flutter his heart but also riles him up as well. 

Too bad he might get kicked out of the apartment if he tries something again after their wild ride. 

“You have work tomorrow?” Heeseung asks after a while, Jake’s chin was tucked on his chest, small hands in the possesion of Heeseung’s bigger ones. 

“Not really,” Jake hums, watching as Heeseung brings his hands up to his lips, kissing the skin and he pulls Heeseung’s hands back up to his lips too, kissing it, “Why?” 

“Let’s spend the day together again,” Heeseung offers, pulling Jake closer and the latter kisses his neck, over the butterfly tattoo and then his chin making his breath stagger a little. 

“Another date?” Jake smiles and it's crazy how even the smallest of actions from this man makes Heeseung feel all warm and happy inside. 

He nods his head, smiling back and then kisses Jake's nose playfully making the latter scrunch it in retaliation and Heeseung laughs, this time kissing him on the lips. 

“Another date.”