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Gyuvin lounges aimlessly on the couch, long limbs sprawled comfortably over the cushions as he taps away at the notifications on his phone. 

Tonight he's got…sort of a date?

Sort of as in he booked reservations for two to the city's finest steak house of the year, a reservation that he made nearly 6 months ago. A couple's experience on Valentines day, 12-course meal with a skyline rooftop view. It’s something that would surely make any romantic prospect swoon.

Except there's nothing actually all that romantic about tonight's dinner, because the person going with him is none other than his roommate and best friend in the whole world, Ricky. 

You see, this year the fancy Valentine's day meal is strawberry themed. And Gyuvin knows there's nothing Ricky loves more than strawberries. And there's nothing Gyuvin loves more than making Ricky happy. (Though, annoying Ricky does come as a close second.)

So, it made perfect sense to Gyuvin that as soon as he heard about the strawberry themed fancy dinner, he absolutely needed to make reservations for him and Ricky. 

It was hard enough to contain his excitement, but he managed to keep it in just enough to surprise Ricky with the news for Christmas. 

‘You…You booked us a couples dinner? For Valentine's Day?’ Ricky crinkled his nose, clear confusion spreading across his pink cheeks.

‘It's strawberry themed!!!’ Gyuvin grasped both of Ricky's shoulders and shook him with so much force it almost knocked them over.

He still remembers the happy feeling that enveloped his body as Ricky's eyes widened, the sparkle in his pupils a clear sign of interest, pouty pink lips parting in surprise. 

So, Gyuvin's point is, it's not a date. Really, it’s not.

It's just two best friends going to an extremely fancy restaurant Valentine's day dinner for couples because one of said best friends is obsessed with strawberries and the other best friend is obsessed with making that person happy. It's not romantic in the slightest. Gyuvin just loves Ricky a lot and wants to do things with Ricky that will make Ricky happy. 

But, it's sort of a date because, well, when Gunwook asked Gyuvin if he wanted to hang out today to play games and eat popcorn, Gyuvin told him he already had plans.

‘ Oh~~a Valentine's Day date?’ Gunwook teased, raising his eyebrow at Gyuvin.

Gyuvin shook his head, explaining that he was just going with a friend out to dinner. 

Gunwook stared at him deadpanned.

’Dinner on Valentine’s day. So, a Valentine's day date.’ 

Gyuvin dropped his jaw to explain the context (like, that it’s just for Ricky because Ricky likes strawberries and this fancy steakhouse is doing a valentine’s day strawberry themed special) but decided to shut up upon recognizing that any other details about the restaurant choice and the hoops Gyuvin had to go through to get the reservation would not only make it sound even more like a date, but would also make it sound much more romantic than it really was.

(the fact that Gyuvin would kiss Ricky in a heartbeat if asked is also maybe a reason it's a little teeny tiny bit romantic, but that's besides the point. So irrelevant and not at all worth mentioning.)

((and the fact that, if asked, Gyuvin would also kiss Ricky in places besides his lips and decorate Ricky's pale skin with hickies is super super irrelevant and so not worth mentioning either.))

(((the point is, Ricky's never asked, so Gyuvin keeps those thoughts for himself, only making themselves known in the private heat of the night.)))

Anyways, tonight Gyuvin has a not-a-date date.

And thus, Gyuvin is currently lounging on the couch, waiting for this said roommate to get dressed. Gyuvin really needs Ricky to come out of his room in the next 5 minutes for reasons. Personal Gyuvin reasons. 

“Ricky~!” He calls to the closed door of Ricky’s room. 

“What?” Ricky’s muffled voice calls back.

Gyuvin relishes in the silence, waiting for Ricky to repeat himself under the assumption that Gyuvin didn't hear him. 

“-WHAT??” Ricky’s voice calls again a bit louder, right on cue as expected. 

Gyuvin takes a deep breath and yells out again. 

“...RI~CKY!”

The bedroom door slams open, revealing an irritated Ricky (much to Gyuvin's glee). 

“WHAT do you WANT?!!” Ricky narrows his eyes at Gyuvin, and Gyuvin loves it. 

He lives and thrives for Ricky's irritated expression, the slight frown gracing the edge of his lips bass boosting serotonin into Gyuvin's brain like there's no tomorrow. The judgemental gaze, full focus on Gyuvin, the furrowed brow and the downward curve of his mouth. Yeah, there’s nothing quite like pissed off Ricky.

Gyuvin tilts his head with a mocking innocence, as if he wasn't just screaming Ricky's name loud enough to be heard crystal clearly from across the ocean. 

“Oh! There you are Ricky. I was waiting for you!”

Ricky rolls his eyes, gaze scanning Gyuvin's comfy attire of t-shirt and basketball shorts in return.

“You're not even dressed yet.” He chides (cutely whines, Gyuvin might say), striding to check his reflection in the full length mirror by their front door.

Gyuvin springs up off the couch, giving Ricky a charming smile as he saunters into his own room. He pops his head back out once more for good measure.

“Ricky~~” 

Ricky sighs, giving in like he always does. 

“What now, Gyu?”

“I love you I love you~~” he sings before darting into his room and shutting his door. 

It will take Gyuvin no more than a few minutes to get dressed. He knows Ricky finds it endlessly ridiculous and equally amazing that despite how long Ricky takes to get ready and how short it takes Gyuvin, Ricky is always the one waiting. 

Now, look. It's not because Gyuvin is lazy; he thinks his method is actually rather efficient more than anything. See, Ricky puts a lot of care into his outfits, carefully selecting when he wants to highlight statement pieces and when he wants to go more monochrome. His accessories are always curated to complement the rest of the look.

Gyuvin doesn't nearly have the same keen eye, and prior to meeting Ricky it wasn't really something he thought about all that much. 

But after witnessing the delight in Ricky's eyes as he studies himself in the mirror when getting dressed up for an evening out, glowing with satisfaction in his clothing choices and styling efforts, something in Gyuvin burns with a desire for Ricky to look at him with that same glowing expression. Wants Ricky to see their reflections in the mirror standing side by side and bask in how good they look together. (Not like, together together. Just like, as one collective fashion statement, you know, for fashion.)

Gyuvin’s formula for achieving this is rather simple. When they go out, Gyuvin treats his own outfits as if he's an accessory to Ricky. A visual complement. 

Tonight, Ricky's signature black collared v-neck is showing off his collar bones. Honestly, it’s one of Gyuvin’s favorites. Something about the extra bit of skin showing beneath a necklace on Ricky does something to Gyuvin’s brain that he really, really likes.

So, if Ricky's wearing all black, then Gyuvin matches with an all black dress shirt of his own. If Ricky's focal point is exposed skin and a gold chain, then Gyuvin contrasts him by fully buttoning up. Looking at his reflection after he pulls on some black slacks to match, it feels like his outfit needs a tie. Either silver toned or gold he's not sure. Maybe he'll ask Ricky.

Gyuvin returns to where Ricky is still admiring his own reflection and slides up beside him; he's only just barely taller than Ricky, but his shoulders make him look larger (a fact that Gyuvin goes to the gym regularly to maintain.)

“Ricky-” Gyuvin drapes the two ties on Ricky's shoulder. 

Ricky takes both options in hand, curious eyes flitting back and forth between the gold and silver fabric alongside their reflections. 

“Neither.” He states decisively after a few moments, handing the ties back to Gyuvin. 

“Huh?” Gyuvin asks, more to himself than Ricky.

Ricky replies anyway.

“If you're committing to the all black look, colored fabrics don't need to join the mix…the best element of fashion is confidence,” Ricky explains, hands gesturing in a way that Gyuvin can’t really comprehend. “And the key to confidence is to feel comfortable.”

“It doesn’t feel too simple?” Gyuvin questions honestly. No tie wasn’t at all what Gyuvin was expecting to hear.

“You've got a nice build Gyu. Simple style is charming on you.” Ricky reasons as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Firm forearms and broad shoulders are your greatest accessories to show off. ” 

Gyuvin glances back at the ties handed back to him. Did Ricky just compliment his body? Did he hear that right?

Ricky suddenly snaps his fingers and clicks his tongue. 

“I've got exactly what you need.” 

Gyuvin watches with genuine interest as Ricky disappears into his room, still preening at Ricky commenting on his firm forearms and broad shoulders. He looks over his reflection in the mirror, flexing slightly. The extra gym sessions are paying off then. 

Ricky emerges from his room holding what looks to Gyuvin like a..leash?

“This tie is black silk from Saint Laurent, only 5 cm wide,” Ricky notes as he signals for Gyuvin to duck his head so that Ricky can pull it around his neck. “It'll add a subtle depth to your outfit without taking too much focus from your overall silhouette, which in your case should be the main focus. Unlike other ties that have more of a diamond shape, this one is the same thin width all the way down, so it helps highlight the length of your torso and make you look even taller.”

Gyuvin nods dumbly, trying to process the explanation without really being able to visualize what Ricky means. 

Meanwhile, Ricky is taking forever and Gyuvin doesn’t know what to do otherwise, so he just stands as still as possible, waiting to let go of a breath he feels compelled to hold.

Eventually, Ricky lets go of the fabric without actually tying it, tie haphazardly laying around Gyuvin’s neck.

“Ah well,” Ricky confesses sheepishly, “I’ve never actually had to tie a tie on another person before..I don’t really know how to do it when it’s not around my own neck.”

Gyuvin finally lets out the air trapped in his lungs, taking over the unfinished job Ricky left around his neck. The silk material feels luxurious beneath his fingers. Ricky really does have good taste.

“So, what do you think?” Ricky asks as Gyuvin finishes smoothing down the tie.

Gyuvin looks at his reflection in the mirror, eyes immediately drawn to the shimmering texture of the tie. He follows it down to where it meets his waist, pleasantly surprised at how damn long his legs look. Who would've thought that a tie could change so much. It's subtle, practically invisible if you don't know to look for it.

“Wow,” Gyuvin's fingers reflexively trace along it, admiring the new addition to his outfit, “I do look taller.” 

“You look great, Gyu '' Ricky smiles, satisfied with his work. He drapes a coat over Gyuvin’s shoulders, holding the sleeves for Gyuvin to thread his arms through. “And, if after tonight you want to keep the tie, it's all yours.” 

The walk to the restaurant is cold and windy. On one hand, the chilly air means Gyuvin's nose is definitely red. On the other hand, it also means Ricky is snuggling into his side. Gyuvin won’t complain about either.

An extra sharp gust takes them both by surprise, brisk air catching them off balance.

Ricky's hands reach up to check his styling hasn't been messed up.

“Fuck, how do I look?” Ricky asks with a frown. 

Marvelous. Stunning. Ethereal. Divine. 

Like the most beautiful person Gyuvin has ever seen. 

But Gyuvin says nothing, because he happens to have a PhD in Ricky Speak; immediately telling Ricky how perfect and beautiful and amazing he is with his tousled hair and slight astray collar would not go over so smoothly, no matter how true it is. Gyuvin knows how much Ricky cares about his appearance and impressions, and the shower of (genuine) compliments would only serve to make Ricky even more worried.

So against his (terribly strong) instincts to fucking downpour Ricky with sickly sweet reassuring words, Gyuvin instead puts a hand on Ricky's shoulders so they face each other. He ensures that Ricky watches as Gyuvin's eyes look him up and down from head to toe, inspecting with a deliberate gaze before he tucks a few strands of Ricky's hair out of his face and gives his collar a small tug. Quite frankly, it's barely any change from what Ricky's outfit looked like before, but Gyuvin can feel Ricky physically relaxing underneath his touch. And that's what matters most to him. 

“You look pretty Ricky-” he adds for good measure.

Ricky glances up to meet his eyes, corners of his mouth curving into the cat-like smile that Gyuvin adores just that bit more than Ricky's scowl.

“-but let me just check one more thing…” Gyuvin mumbles, taking a step behind Ricky. “Yup, your ass still looks great too.”

Ricky lets out a huff, raising a quick fist in a playful threatening shoulder punch and Gyuvin recoils back with a laugh. 

Gyuvin knows that Ricky won't admit it so outright, but it’s absolutely obvious in the way Ricky keeps his eyes on Gyuvin that he fills with pride when Gyuvin compliments his ass. Gyuvin knows this because, as he already established, he has the one and only PhD in Ricky Speak. A quick fist raise then a threatening punch after a compliment? Gyuvin didn't for one second miss the little smirk on Ricky's face when it happened. That's Ricky's way of saying ‘I love hearing that but I don't know how to respond’ . 

Gyuvin wouldn't have it any other way as he wraps his arm around Ricky's shoulder, pressing their sides together. For warmth, obviously. For warmth.

And when Ricky slides an arm around Gyuvin's waist in return, hand finding its way into Gyuvin's empty pocket, Gyuvin knows Ricky’s doing it for warmth, of course. 

“Okay I'm going to need to ask you to do me a huge favor tonight.” Gyuvin confesses as they approach the restaurant.

“What is it now?” Ricky hums as they walk.

“I need you to pretend we've been dating for a long time.” 

That one has Ricky stopping Gyuvin in his tracks.

“Why?” He squints at Gyuvin. 

Gyuvin reaches a hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“Because in order to get this reservation,” he explains, “I may or may not have told Sung Hanbin that I'd be officially asking the guy I've been dating to become boyfriends and needed this to make it a spectacular night.” 

Ricky raises an eyebrow at him, gesturing to him to continue the explanation, as if it wasn't clear already. 

Ok, well. Maybe Ricky's right. Gyuvin hadn't really explained all of it to Ricky yet. Why did you need to do that? Ricky's eyes are questioning him.

“Well you know, it's not easy to get these reservations,” Gyuvin begins to ramble, “and by the time I found out about it all the slots were full. I thought maybe I would have better luck coming in person and it turns out that Hanbinnie-hyung – you know captain of the dance team – works here and I was desperate Ricky, desperate!! I told him a very elaborately fabricated story about how I've been seeing this guy for a long time but we've never thought about labels but I want to be able to call us boyfriends and since I've already treated him to nice dinners before I wanted to make this extra special and because hyung felt bad for me he managed to pull some strings and listen to me Hanbinnie-hyung is the nicest guy in the whole world it would be so awful to disappoint him so that's why we need to pretend to be dating and–”

Ricky cuts him off with a laugh, and now it's Gyuvin's turn to raise the eyebrow. 

“You tell me you love me at least 20 times a day,” Ricky rolls his eyes with a smile, “I'm sure we'll pass just fine.” 

Ricky isn’t wrong – Gyuvin tells Ricky he loves him all the time because, well he does and Gyuvin has always believed in expressing positive thoughts when they cross his mind. But at the same time, he didn't think Ricky would be so nonchalant about it. He really thought there'd need to be a little more convincing to do. 

“Really? You're not worried about it?”

“Gyu,” Ricky says as he threads his hand into Gyuvin's and squeezes it for good measure, “you booked us a couple's dinner on Valentine's Day to one of the fanciest restaurants in town . I seriously doubt anyone will bat an eye.”

Again, Ricky's not wrong. Gyuvin will admit that too.

“And,” Ricky adds as he tugs on Gyuvin to continue walking again, “I'll kick you in the shin to get your act together if you do anything stupid.”

Gyuvin does indeed make it through dinner with his shins unbruised. (Though. Ricky did on occasion threateningly brush their ankles together.) 

“I'm gonna pee before we leave,” Gyuvin says, tucking his credit card back into his wallet after signing the check. “Wait in the lobby for me?” 

Before Gyuvin even stands, Ricky is already at his side, holding out an arm for Gyuvin's coat, and shooing him away to make it quick. 

As Gyuvin stares at his reflection while washing his hands, his eyes settle on the tie from Ricky around his neck. The material is so nice, it would honestly be a shame for Ricky to waste it on Gyuvin’s less practiced taste in fashion. He’ll give it back tomorrow. But for tonight, he’ll continue to admire the way it really does work magic on him.

Dinner was good. Really good. Ricky's favorite course was the strawberry pizza. Gyuvin didn't really know what to make of it, but Ricky says he likes pineapple on pizza so strawberry on pizza was also good, if not better. Gyuvin's not a Hawaiian pizza kinda guy, but he tried it anyway. (6.5 out of 10, in his personal opinion.) Gyuvin's favorite dish of the night was the strawberry spaghetti. Mostly because Gyuvin joked about doing a spaghetti kiss and Ricky was all for it. (The pasta snapped before they even got close, but they had a great time bickering over whose fault that was.) The best part, though, by far was the happy ‘mmhs' and ‘aahs’ coming from Ricky, the sparkle in his eyes when each new plate arrived. A happy Ricky made a happy Gyuvin. A total success in Gyuvin's eyes. 

He dries his hands by wiping them against his thighs. He really needs to remember to give Hanbin the biggest hug ever the next time he sees him.

Gyuvin finds his way back to the lobby, brainstorming ways to sneak up on Ricky just for fun. Maybe scoop him up bridal style and carry him out the door. He can imagine the indignant protesting from Ricky as his feet leave the ground, arms wrapping around Gyuvin’s neck instinctively to keep himself from falling. He’d bury his face into Gyuvin’s chest and ask Gyuvin to put him down, to which Gyuvin would respond by pretending to toss Ricky in the air. Ricky would probably yelp at him and hold onto Gyuvin tighter, scolding Gyuvin for it. Gyuvin likes to think he’d be strong enough to carry Ricky all the way home. Maybe not bridal style, but at least on his back probably. 

His imagination is shattered by the sight of the actual Ricky, familiar lean figure resting against the wall, hands in his pocket with Gyuvin’s coat tucked at his side. Gyuvin’s about to call out his name when he realizes that Ricky is mid-conversation with a tall, dark-haired man who has his back to Gyuvin. It shouldn’t piss Gyuvin off as much as it does, but Ricky’s body language looks so relaxed for talking to some random guy he just met. He watches as the guy says something to Ricky which leads to the motions of Ricky stifling a giggle, raising the back of his hand to cover his mouth, corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly.

He feels a lump in his throat.

Gyuvin doesn’t like that.

From across the room, Ricky’s eyes meet his, lighting up with recognition as he gestures for Gyuvin to join him. 

And honestly, that kind of pisses Gyuvin off even more. Instead of leaving the guy to come to Gyuvin’s side, Ricky beckons him to come over and join their conversation. 

The other guy notices Ricky’s gesturing, head spinning in Gyuvin’s direction. Gyuvin squares up his shoulders, ready to give his best, most intimidating first impressions. He prepares his fake cordial smile and flexes his right hand for a solid, firm grip handshake, only to end up eye to eye with the one guy he really actually should be thanking.

“Ah Gyubinnie!! I’m glad I ran into you guys tonight!” A blinding grin spreads across the guy’s face as Gyuvin’s brain registers that the ‘other guy’ is none other than Sung Hanbin turning around and opening his arms to envelop the approaching Gyuvin in a warm hug. “What’d you think of dinner?”

Gyuvin opens his arms to embrace Hanbin. As they pull apart, Hanbin’s eyes are twinkling like they hold the entire universe. It’s moments like this that remind Gyuvin why the guy is so well liked. Though, the bitterness in his heart only truly begins to fade when Gyuvin feels Ricky come to his side, draping the coat over Gyuvin’s shoulders for the second time that night.

“It was really fun,” Gyuvin smiles wide, genuinely this time.

“Hanbin was just telling me about that time you walked into the glass door at the dance studio.” Ricky informs him with a laugh. “Seriously Gyu, three times in one day?”

It had been one of those late practice nights where he was getting delirious from being in the studio for 4 hours straight under Hanbin’s brutal dance drilling. The first time he waved it off with the excuse of distraction. The second time he claimed tiredness. The third time, well, that one he had no good excuse for. Hanbin has yet to let him live it down, always sending Gyuvin off by telling him to “keep his eye on the door, not his forehead.”

“You said you’d stop reminding people of that story!” Gyuvin groans in embarrassment. 

“I wasn’t reminding Ricky,” Hanbin’s eyes crinkle into little crescents, dimples happily making their appearance. “because he didn’t even know that story in the first place.” 

Gyuvin rolls his eyes as Hanbin wraps an arm around Gyuvin’s shoulders as a peace offering. Gyuvin likes Hanbin, so he accepts it.

“Wait,” Gyuvin squints at Hanbin, “how’d you even recognize Ricky?” 

“Besides the fact that I was the one who made your reservation in the first place and knew when you were coming,” Hanbin reminds him, “I’ve seen your lock screen on multiple occasions.”

Ah, Gyuvin’s lock screen is a picture of him and Ricky from when they celebrated their coming of age day. It was one of the few times he and Ricky took pictures together; usually it’s Gyuvin taking pictures of Ricky’s outfits for Instagram. Not that he minds. He likes taking pictures of Ricky. He has lots of them that he loves looking at, and would definitely be screen worthy. But it felt kind of weird to have a solo picture of Ricky as his lock screen, so he opted for one with the two of them in it.

“It was definitely a day to commemorate,” he muses, recalling the massive hangovers he and Ricky woke up with the next morning after experiencing the whole ‘soju just takes like juice’ fiasco. They made a mutual pact to NOT do that ever again.

“Oh!” Hanbin’s eyes go wide as he clasps his hands together. “Today’s a day to commemorate too, how about a picture then?”

Right. Hanbin thinks he and Gyuvin are dating. And now boyfriends. 

Gyuvin can't find any reason to reject the offer so he pulls his phone out of his pocket, slides the camera open and hands the phone to Hanbin. 

Ricky immediately gets to work, settling into one of his practiced poses. Gyuvin isn’t quite sure how to slot himself in, so he opts for putting an arm around Ricky’s shoulders. It doesn’t stay there for long as Ricky grabs Gyuvin’s hand and pulls it down to rest on Ricky’s hip instead. Neither of them say anything about it as Hanbin counts down a 3...2…1, snapping a few photos and handing the phone back to Gyuvin.

“Send me those,” Ricky requests as Gyuvin flips through the pictures Hanbin took.

Gyuvin nods, pulling up his messages to text it to Ricky. 

Hanbin leans on his shoulder as he does it. “Why don’t you have his contact saved?” he asks when Gyuvin’s phone shows the ‘photo loading’ symbol sending to a random string of numbers instead of a person named Ricky. 

Gyuvin shrugs. “I just memorized his number instead. You know, in case I lose my phone or I get stranded on a desert island.”

“Ah, emergency contact.” Hanbin blinks rapidly at him. “That’s actually kind of smart of you.”

“Are you implying I’m normally stupid?” 

Ricky brings the back of his hand to his mouth again, giggling with joy at Hanbin's teasing and this time Gyuvin joins him in laughter.

Hanbin’s phone buzzes, and he looks down at it with an adoring smile. 

“Well, I’ve got somewhere to be tonight as well. It was nice to meet you Ricky!” He waves to them as he turns to head down the hall. “You should come with Gyuvin some time to the studio.”

“Yeah, I will.” Ricky smiles, waving back.

“And Gyubinnie,” Hanbin calls, the grin evident in his tone. Gyuvin (unfortunately) knows what’s coming next. 

“Keep an eye on the door on your way out, not your forehead!”

When they get back to the apartment, Ricky heads to the bathroom to clear off his makeup and presumably change into Gyuvin's basketball shorts. Ricky has plenty of his own, but for some reason always makes a point to wear Gyuvin’s. Gyuvin doesn't bother changing though, just makes himself comfy on the foot of Ricky's bed, waiting for him to return. 

When he returns, Ricky looks surprised to see Gyuvin laying there on his bed instead of being in Gyuvin's room. (Ricky's surprise surprises Gyuvin too. Gyuvin guesses it's probably because Gyuvin skipped getting into comfortable clothes like Ricky did. )

Ricky crawls onto the head of the bed, sitting up against his pillow, knees bent upwards to support his elbows as he taps intently at his phone.

When Ricky settles into a comfortable position, Gyuvin closes the gap between them by sliding his knees beneath Ricky's legs, noting how Ricky shivers as their thighs brush.

“So, what'd you think of Hanbinnie-hyung?” An innocent question. Gyuvin's curious, especially after Ricky accepted the offer to come to dance practice with Gyuvin sometime. Ricky’s not usually one to accept hangouts with people he just met. Like, Gyuvin knows that Hanbin’s super friendly and great at putting people at ease, and he thinks Ricky would really enjoy coming to dance with them. 

“He seems nice…” Ricky hums, eyes still glued to his screen. “I thought he'd be intimidating because of his looks but he was surprisingly easy to talk to for a guy with such nice pecs-”

Oh.

Ah.

Suddenly, Gyuvin feels his insides churning. 

Like he's just been punched in the gut, a little dizzy and light headed. He knows Ricky's lips are still moving but the words have stopped registering in Gyuvin's brain. He can't even blame Ricky either; Gyuvin was the one who prompted the question in the first place. But how was Gyuvin supposed to know Ricky would talk about Hanbin's chest muscles and how nice of a conversationalist he is and most importantly talking about his chest muscles. It's not like Gyuvin doesn't know Ricky likes admiring muscles, it was half the reason Gyuvin started hitting the gym more regularly. But hearing Ricky compliment another person, especially someone as sweet and kind as Hanbin that Gyuvin has no justifiable reason to be bitter over. It’s ridiculous. Gyuvin knows it’s ridiculous. Gyuvin maybe wants to cry. He won’t. Definitely won’t. But he maybe wants to.

“–of you…yah…Qbing–”

Gyuvins eyes dart to the side at Ricky addressing him directly. The concern in Ricky's voice hanging heavy between them as Ricky's free hand forces Gyuvin to face him, palm practically leeching the heat from Gyuvin's cheeks.

“Are you crying?” Ricky frowns.

Gyuvin frowns back, hot tears threatening to drip from his eyes. 

“No.” Technically the truth, no drops have fallen yet.

Ricky isn't buying it.

“Yes. You are.” He argues softly as he wipes Gyuvin's cheeks. “Qbing, what's wrong?”

“Nothing wrong with crying.” Gyuvin protests weakly now that the first tear has officially run down his face. There’s nothing wrong with crying, Gyuvin’s got a reputation for being a crier and Ricky knows that.

“Yes but you normally cry singing along to ‘Do You Want to Build a Snowman’ and when you accidentally step on worms after it rains,” Ricky insists, focused eyes searching Gyuvin's blurry wet ones, “And something is wrong because right now you're crying because of me.”

Ricky’s right, Ricky’s always right.

“What makes you think I'm crying because of you?” Gyuvin argues back. Ricky's still right but Gyuvin doesn't know how to explain himself.

Ricky's frown deepens. 

“You ask me a question, I answer, and suddenly you're crying.” The worry and desperation for an answer stings Gyuvin's heart. 

Gyuvin knows he's being unfair, breaking eye contact with Ricky in favor of staring into his shoulder instead.

“It's something I said, isn't it?” Ricky pleads, “Qbing….Qbing please…”

Shit. Gyuvin can’t handle seeing Ricky look so sad like this. Because it’s stupid Gyuvin making Ricky sad like this. He likes making Ricky annoyed. Likes making Ricky angry. Likes it when Ricky looks at him with a fire in his eyes, like he wants to challenge him. He does not, however, like seeing Ricky sad. Really sad. 

Gyuvin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“You were drooling over his muscles like you wanted to date him.” He finally confesses. 

And I wish you would drool over mine. And want to date me. He holds himself back from adding. It’s dumb. He knows it’s dumb. But Gyuvin has been spending the past three months religiously hitting the gym four times a week after Ricky had complimented his body once. Used that same tone that he used to talk about the main love interest in that one demon drama Ricky watched every week without fail. 

“You think that me complimenting a guy's pecs automatically means I want to date them?” Ricky sputters in disbelief. 

Yes. Gyuvin's brain replies instantly. Because that was Gyuvin's whole foolproof plan to get Ricky to date Gyuvin. Foolproof until this very moment. Now Gyuvin feels sad and stupid, heartbroken without a plan.

All of the sudden, there's a gentle kiss pressing into Gyuvin’s cheek. Gyuvin shuts his eyes as he lets out the air he's been holding because that's always been Ricky's way of calming him down when he's upset about something. It works like a charm every time.

“You really are an idiot sometimes.” Ricky grumbles to himself. “I said what I like about Hanbin is how he reminds me of you, you fucking idiot,” Ricky says slowly, eyes never leaving Gyuvin's so there's no room for misinterpretation. Leave it to Ricky to compliment him and insult him all in one sentence.

“Because,” Ricky stresses, “Kim Gyuvin, the one I like is you.” 

Oh.

Huh.

What? 

Gyuvin practically blanks. No thoughts, head empty. No idea how to respond to that.

All he sees is the delicacy in Ricky's eyes and all he feels is the ghost of the sensation of Ricky's lips pressed to his cheek. He wants to say something so badly, but the words won't form themselves coherently enough. He feels Ricky's hand at his side, gingerly brushing over the knuckles of the hand that's gripping at the sheets below him. By some miracle Gyuvin manages to catch Ricky's hand in his, intertwining their fingers and squeezing. It's non-verbal, but it's more than enough for Ricky. 

“Qbing,” Ricky calls his name so softly, as if raising his voice too much will break the words.“Qbing, can I kiss you?”

Gyuvin blinks at him stupidly. 

“You already did.”

“I mean like, really kiss you,” Ricky clarifies, thumb shifting to swipe Gyuvin's bottom lip, applying a slight pressure for emphasis.  “Like kiss you here .”  

“O-oh.” 

The way Ricky is fixated on his face has Gyuvin feeling extremely exposed despite being fully dressed. His tongue peeks out to wet his lips at the thought of kissing Ricky, tongue accidentally pressing against Ricky's thumb in the process. 

The soft action has Ricky tilting forward, pressing their foreheads together like their bodies are magnetized. 

“Okay?” Ricky asks, eyes flitting from one of Gyuvin's eyes to the other, down to his lips, and back up.

Gyuvin swallows.

“Okay.”

And in an instant, Ricky’s lips are slotting against Gyuvin’s for the first time. Gyuvin feels like he’s on fire, his whole body reacting to the soft plushness of Ricky moving against him. His hands scramble to touch Ricky anywhere , as if he’ll disappear if Gyuvin doesn’t physically feel him underneath his fingers. 

Ricky takes it as an invitation to bite down on Gyuvin’s bottom lip, and Gyuvin’s heart is definitely racing twice as fast as it was before. There’s a glossy, hungry look in Ricky's eyes. 

A switch suddenly flips in Gyuvin’s head. 

Maybe it's the built up tension between them finally being let out of the flood gates. Maybe it's the nature of their independently high sex drives taking the wheel. Either way, Gyuvin's not complaining. Ricky’s made it clear that he wants Gyuvin. And Gyuvin loves a challenge, specifically a challenge from Ricky. 

He presses their bodies together and pushes his tongue forward to part Ricky’s lips in return, eliciting a low moan of surprise as Ricky's head jerks back hitting the wall. Ricky lets out an embarrassed squeak from Gyuvin’s sudden boldness, hand immediately covering his mouth as if it will make Gyuvin forget that it happened. Gyuvin finds it cute and silly how Ricky can so quickly switch from daring to embarrassed. One of his charming points, truly.

Gyuvin cradles the back of Ricky's head to cushion it from the wall, noticing how red Ricky’s ears have gotten. He feels an urge to lick it, so he does. 

“Why so embarrassed all of the sudden Ricky?” 

Gyuvin doesn’t wait for him to answer, instead sliding his lips down to kiss Ricky's neck. Ricky’s skin would look really pretty with a few bite marks, in Gyuvin’s humble opinion. But he won’t do anything without Ricky’s approval.

It’s like Ricky reads his mind when hands thread into Gyuvin’s hair, tugging him towards the tattoo along his neck. 

“If you’re going to give me a hickey, do it on this side,” Ricky directs, granting permission. “Less noticeable.”

“And if I want it to be noticeable?” Gyuvin teases, but obliges anyway, attaching his lips to the black ink against Ricky’s skin.

Gyuvin alternates between licking and sucking sweet bits along Ricky’s skin, the little whines falling from Ricky’s mouth absolutely stroking Gyuvin’s ego.

Ricky’s hands drop from Gyuvin’s hair down to his chest, and Gyuvin can’t tell if he’s trying to push him away or pull him closer. Just in case, he leans back to check the expression on Ricky’s face. He realizes Ricky is fixated on his chest, hands running over the firm muscles Gyuvin had worked so hard for.

“Do you want to feel them?” Gyuvin asks, blinking at him.

“Can I?” Ricky muses, thumb tracing over the top most button of Gyuvins shirt. 

Gyuvin makes no hesitation in nodding, probably embarrassingly eager but he really could care less as Ricky's right hand begins working at his shirt buttons. He knew it, knew Ricky would want to at some point, not that he thought today was going to be the day, but he’s glad that it is.

He expects Ricky to only unbutton a few, just enough to give him access, but Ricky unbuttons all the way, hand slipping beneath the hem of Gyuvin’s undershirt and directly onto bare skin. Ricky’s licking his lips as his hands explore Gyuvin’s torso, brushing over his nipples, dipping into the lines between his abs. 

Gyuvin wants to give Ricky more freedom to explore so he reaches to pull the tie off, but Ricky’s hand stops him. 

“Keep that on,” Ricky requests, “Keep the tie on.”

“Shirts off, tie on? Really?”

“Please yes.”

Gyuvin thinks he’ll look silly shirtless with only the tie, but Ricky wants it that way and that’s a good enough reason for him. He slips the collar of his shirt out from underneath the tie, tugging it off completely and tossing it off the bed. He reaches up and over his head, pulling off his undershirt in one quick motion to finish the job. 

He swears Ricky’s eyes are sparkling, glistening with and shimmering, hands immediately attaching themselves to Gyuvin’s biceps. Gyuvin wants to treat him to an even better view, so he grabs Ricky’s hips, tipping himself so that he lands on his back, forcing Ricky to straddle him.

“Ah~Gyu–” Ricky yelps as his knees hit the bed with a soft thud, hands reflexively reaching out to prevent him from crashing into Gyuvin’s chest, “Why would you do that?”

Gyuvin’s on his back, with Ricky now straddling his hips. Gyuvin runs his hands along Ricky’s slim waist to rest right above his ass. 

“Any complaints?” He asks, pleased with the new position. Neither of them had addressed it yet, but Gyuvin knows that Ricky can surely feel how hard he is like this.

“No.” Ricky bites back, and sure enough he’s grinding his hips down in retaliation.

The contact feels straight up heavenly, and it’s through four layers of fabric. Gyuvin never thought it’d be possible to cum from a few kisses and frottage for god's sake, but Ricky’s got him intoxicated on a whole other level. He doesn’t bother holding in any of his groans as Ricky continues to roll their hips together.

“You know what you look like?” 

“Hot?” 

Ricky grins, shaking his head. “Like one of those sexy anime pillows.”

Gyuvin sticks his tongue out at Ricky in response. “You don’t need a body pillow when you can just have the real thing.”

“Is that your way of asking to sleep with me tonight?”

“Unless you want to sleep in dirty sheets,” Gyuvin reasons, given that they were on their way to making a real mess of Ricky’s bed, “Sleeping with me is the best option.” 

As if to make his point, Gyuvin dips his fingertips beneath the waistband of Ricky's shorts, expecting to be met with another layer of fabric. Except Ricky's got nothing else on, he's fucking commando, Gyuvin realizes, both hands sliding in to cup his bare ass. Ricky's skin is smooth and tender beneath his palms as he kneads and squeezes, obsessed with the way Ricky bites his bottom lip, squirming beneath Gyuvin's touch. 

He dips one hand lower to brush a teasing touch over Ricky's hole. To his surprise, the pad of his finger is met with something cold and hard and covered in slick. Is that…? Shit. 

“Ricky…” Gyuvin can't hold himself from letting out a low growl as Ricky pushes his hips back into Gyuvin “Ricky what the fuck.” 

“It's a plug, Gyu,” Ricky whispers against Gyuvin's ear, voice unfairly laced with a flirtatious bite, and Gyuvin can just hear the smug ass smirk in his voice.

“I know what it is ,” he argues, running a finger along the cold plastic again and tugging it just barely out before pushing it forward again to make Ricky let out a punched breath. “What the fuck is it doing here.” 

The warmth on his chest leaves as Ricky pushes himself up with his hands, thighs still straddling Gyuvins hips. Ricky's fingers trace down Gyuvin's torso, trailing down until he reaches the heat radiating from where Gyuvin keeps getting harder with each passing moment.

“Because this,” Ricky emphasizes with a firm palm over Gyuvin's cock, earning a desperate mewl and an unconscious buck from Gyuvin's hips, “is fucking massive.” 

“When did you…have you been wearing this all night?” Gyuvin has to know, the curiosity is eating away at him. “Were you planning this the whole time?” 

Ricky shakes his head and Gyuvin pulls the plug back again to give another experimental thrust. 

“Then,” Gyuvin repeats as Ricky keens forward back into Gyuvin's chest, “What is it doing here ?" He emphasizes the last word with another push and pull of the toy.

“Earlier,” Ricky breathes into his neck, fingers carding up to tug gently at Gyuvin's hair as he tries to steady himself against the now constant shallow thrusts thanks to Gyuvin, “When we got back….put it in when we got back.” 

“In the bathroom?” he presses and feels Ricky nod against his neck.

The scene of Ricky stripping off his slacks and stretching himself out on the bathroom counter has Gyuvin's mouth going dry. It's so fucking hot as he also realizes Ricky implied that he did it while thinking of Gyuvin. More specifically, thinking of Gyuvin's massive cock inside of him. Suddenly it makes all too much sense why Ricky keeps stealing Gyuvin's shorts instead of wearing his own. 

Shit. That's fucking hot.

“You got yourself ready for me to fuck you,” Gyuvin clarifies, “Before even asking me to do it. I didn't realize you were so slutty.”

“I didn't think you'd be laying on my bed!” Ricky defends, “I was just going to satisfy myself tonight.”

Gyuvin pictures what Ricky means by satisfying himself; pictures what would have happened if Gyuvin had gone back to his own room instead of being in Ricky's. Ricky settling himself onto the bed, lazily stroking himself through the thin material of his shorts.

Flushed cheeks pressed into the mattress as he tries to keep his moans contained, Gyuvin's name dripping deliciously on his tongue. Ricky would be louder than he thinks, and Gyuvin would definitely hear him moan  through the walls. He'd peek a head in out of curiosity and they'd lock eyes. 

Gyuvin runs his tongue along his bottom lip. 

“Can I see it?” he asks. 

Ricky nods, climbing off Gyuvin's lap, leaning over the edge of the bed to pull a bottle out of his nightstand drawer. He gets comfortable against the headboard, slipping his clothes off to reveal the plug Gyuvin had been toying with. He reaches forward and grabs the end of the tie around Gyuvin's neck, tugging him into his lap and giving Gyuvin an up close view. Gyuvin stumbles, just barely catching himself over Ricky. 

Ricky reaches between his legs, grabbing Gyuvin's hand.

“Your hands are big too, Gyu,” Ricky's voice dripping with  desire, dropping the bottle of lube into his palm, “I wanna feel that in me.” 

Gyuvin inhales sharply.

“I've never done it before,” he tells him, “but I'm a quick learner.” Gyuvin pops open the cap of the bottle that Ricky tossed him and drips lube over Ricky's fingers instead, guiding them down to the already stretched hole. “Show me how you like it, I'll take good notes.”

Gyuvin unceremoniously unzips himself and shoves his right hand against his heated skin, keening into his own strokes desperately, eyes fixed on the way Ricky's slim fingers disappear into the puckered wet hole. It's wild. Fucking wild. To have a front row show to Ricky's bare ass fucking swallowing those fingers, semi-hard cock starting to leak wet spots against his shirt.

“Shit…Ricky,” Gyuvin groans as he watches the blissed out expression crossing Ricky's face, “you're so enticing, so perfect, so fucking pretty…” 

“For you.” Ricky blinks at him slowly, tilting his chin down as he flutters his lashes, corners of his lips curling upwards. “Always wanna look pretty for you.” 

Gyuvin can feel his own nails press into his palm as he tightens his fist, cock pulsing at Ricky's words. 

“When you say shit like that so casually,” Gyuvin whines, hips bucking into his own hand, desperate for the friction, “you're going to drive me crazy.” 

He swears Ricky has the audacity to giggle at him. 

In retaliation, Gyuvin leans down to lick around the tip of Ricky's bare cock. He's never sucked a dick before, quite frankly it never occurred to him until this moment. This moment being an opportunity to send stars of pleasure to Ricky's closed eyes. But here he is, one hand's rough fingers jeering at his own dick, wet slick from precum confined to the tightness of the pants he didn't even bother to strip himself of, other hand settled next to Ricky's hip bracing himself as he swirls his tongue around Ricky's hard cock beneath him.

The sudden sensation causes Ricky to stop moving. 

“Fuck.” He breathes, eyes widening as Gyuvin opens his mouth and presses his tongue to the slit again. Ricky's thighs tense, toes curling, hips bucking helplessly upwards to chase the sweet sweet heat of Gyuvin's mouth.

Excitement surges through Gyuvin as the smug look on Ricky's face melts into something he can only describe as slutty desperation. Pink cheeks, eyes blown out with pupils wide, puffy lips apart, chest heaving. So goddamn fuckable. Gyuvin wants to fuck him, god he wants to fuck him so bad. Wants Ricky to bounce on his cock, whining and babbling and begging for Gyuvin to go harder, faster, deeper. He'd be so pretty for Gyuvin, teary eyes and begging him not to stop. 

“You want to?” Gyuvin replies between licks, making sure to hold his tongue firmly against Ricky's leaking tip. He already knows the answer to that, but Ricky's responses to the teasing are egging him on. 

“That's not what I meant.” Ricky whines as Gyuvin removes his hand from his pants and curls it around Ricky's wrist where his fingers still lay unmoving inside of him. 

“Yeah I know, but still. Do you want to?” Before Ricky can say anything, Gyuvin makes sure to guide Ricky's hand to begin thrusting his fingers again. “I know I want to. Fuck you, that is.”

“Ah- Fuck.” Ricky swears, fingers starting to move with Gyuvin's help as he gets used to the warm, wet mouth hollowing around his cock and slipping off with an audible pop. The double sensation hitting the override button in his brain. “Oh~ f-fuck.”

“Is that a yes or a no?” 

“Yes, fuck it's a yes.” 

Gyuvin releases his grip on Ricky's wrist in favor of grabbing Ricky's free hand. He brings their hands up to where Ricky can see them, pressing the length of their hands together from palm to fingertip. Gyuvin's fingers are thicker and longer, and he makes a point to curl his own fingers above where Ricky's ends to emphasize the difference. Ricky’s eyes are practically begging him to put them in.

Ricky’s panting beneath him as Gyuvin coats his fingers and moves to pull Ricky’s out and replace them with his own. He uses his legs to pin Ricky’s thighs apart, pressing the pad of his middle finger against Ricky’s hole.

Ricky’s breath hitches as Gyuvin fucks him with one finger, two fingers, and then a third. Gyuvin presses soft kisses against Ricky’s collarbone as he pulls his fingers in and out, enjoying the way Ricky squirms and moans under his touch.

“Please – can you stick your cock in me now.” Ricky begs, desperately pushing a cold condom packaging against Gyuvin's wrist that Gyuvin honestly has no idea where he got. “Please I can't take it anymore.”

Gyuvin rips the package open with his teeth, more so because he knows Ricky will find it hot, not necessarily because it’s the most practical thing to do. 

Ricky’s lying beneath him, hand stroking himself slowly as he waits for Gyuvin to get on with it. Gyuvin swiftly removes the rest of his clothes and slips the condom on, one hand to guide himself and the other bracing next to Ricky’s head. The push is slow, and he’s barely even inside, but Gyuvin could cum immediately if he’s not careful. Even just the thought of it being Ricky that he’s about to fuck has heat coursing down south, threatening to bubble over if Gyuvin even just steps one foot out of line.

“More,” Ricky whines, trying to push his hips down to fill himself more with Gyuvin. He's stopped by Gyuvin's firm grip holding his hips in place against the mattress. “You can go deeper, I'm fine, Gyu.”

“I'm not though,” It’s only the tip and Gyuvin already feels like he’s going to burst. But he can’t. Not yet. He wants to make it good, so good, for Ricky. 

He continues slowly, taking steady breaths as Ricky tightens around him each time he pushes a little deeper. The sensation is fucking crazy, Gyuvin’s not sure he’s ever felt anything quite like it, and the words come tumbling out of Gyuvin on their own.

“Shit you keep squeezing me like you're trying to fucking milk me into filling you up…”

Gyuvin half expects Ricky to cringe at him for it. But Ricky is deep in pleasure paradise on Gyuvin's cock and Gyuvin was wildly unprepared for what that entailed. 

“Please– ” Ricky's voice is hoarse and breathless. “Please don't pull out until you've filled me.”

What the fuck.

What the fuck is Gyuvin supposed to do, deny Ricky of that? When Ricky is lying under him, hole stuffed with Gyuvin's dick and straight up begging him to cum inside? Gyuvin may be an idiot, but he's not stupid. 

“Yes your highness, I’ll pump you so full.” 

Gyuvin does as he says and thrusts into Ricky, grabbing Ricky's hips to help pull him down into each of the thrusts.

“Wai– Ah Gyu–'' Ricky pleads, hands scrambling against Gyuvin's chest. 

Gyuvin bites down his lip to hold his hips back from pushing further into the delicious heat. He wants so badly to just drill his hips down and pound Ricky's ass like there's no tomorrow, but Ricky's comfort is undeniably more important.

“Everything okay?” 

Ricky doesn't say anything, continuing to try and push himself against Gyuvin's cock. Gyuvin groans, gripping Ricky's hips still.

“You tell me to wait and then keep moving,” Gyuvin whines, “What's up with that?”

“I j-just..just,” Ricky chokes as he tries to fight unsuccessfully against Gyuvin's big hands holding him in place, “Fuck, I've never been fucked this good. Is it too much? Is it not enough? I don't know, I just want you.”

Gyuvin lets go of Ricky's hips, pulling out as Ricky tries to claw at him to come back. He lifts Ricky up into his lap and guides the smaller hands to hold the tie that's still loosely around Gyuvin's neck.

“Here,” he offers, urging Ricky to grab it, “Hold onto this and I'll fuck you. Let go and I'll hold myself still and you can direct the pace yourself. You're in control.”

Ricky could cry about how sweet Gyuvin is. His strong arms and gentle heart, with the strength to pin Ricky to the mattress and treat him like he weighs nothing, and the caring perception to make sure Ricky feels safe and taken care of. He could cry about that, but he'd rather cry because of how good it feels to have Gyuvin go back to fucking him. Ricky takes the tie in both hands.

“Please.” 

“If it's too much, just let go, okay?” Gyuvin reminds him, once again guiding his cock into Ricky but far easier this time, starting a steady rhythm once again.

As he quickens his thrusts, leaning back slightly to brace himself against the mattress for leverage, Ricky continues to bounce helplessly consumed by the pleasure.

“A-ah hold on hold on hold on hold on,” his mouth runs even though his brain really doesn't want it to stop. The sensations are just so new his brain doesn't know what to do. Gyuvin is deep – deeper than Ricky's ever felt before. Fuck that's real deep.

“Stop?” Gyuvin asks tenderly, hips still pistoning in and out of him. “You know what to do if you want me to stop, right?”

Ricky knows, and he chooses to grip the tie even harder, letting Gyuvin continue. Gyuvin watches as Ricky's head rolls back, noises getting louder and louder with each thrust. 

He fucks Ricky like he was made solely for the purpose of being Ricky’s human dildo, like there’s nothing else in the world he would ever need to do. Which, quite frankly, Gyuvin would be more than happy if that was the truth in his current state of mind. His current, sex crazed, Ricky filled mind. Ricky’s babbling Gyuvin’s name incoherently, hands still gripping at the tie so tightly that Gyuvin feels like a dog on a leash. 

“Ricky o-oh fuckkk.”

“Gyu please please please please”

In his current, sex crazed, Ricky filled mind, that thought of being in control and simultaneously completely at Ricky’s whim unlocks something deep in him, and suddenly Gyuvin’s rhythm goes erratic and his vision goes white, electricity running through his veins as his cock pulses with hot liquid as he pushes up extra deep. Ricky’s voice pitches up an octave as he helplessly cries out, teary eyed as he feels the new warmth inside him, muffling his moans with the help of Gyuvin’s lips as his whole body convulses, spilling thick and sticky over Gyuvin’s torso.

“Ricky,” Gyuvin breaks off the kiss as they come down from the high, “Ricky I love you.”

“Saying that after you just came inside me,” Ricky retorts, breathing still heavy even if his words don’t seem like it, “If I didn't know you any better I’d think you were just trying to get in my pants again.”

“Hey I-”

“I love you too Gyuvin,” Ricky cuts him off, guiding their lips back together. The gentleness melts any words Gyuvin was going to say into nothingness.

Gyuvin lifts Ricky up, slipping off the condom as Ricky shuffles so his mouth is hovering above Gyuvin’s waist, tongue lapping at the now bare cock in front of him. The overstimulation sends shivers down his spine, and he cups Ricky's chin in his hand to pull him away.

“You're fucking insatiable .” Gyuvin exclaims, eyes wide.

“You like a challenge, don't you?” Ricky smiles, blinking innocently at Gyuvin as if he didn't just try to blow him.

Gyuvin chooses to ignore the bait, removing himself from the bed to toss the condom into trash. His cock is way too sensitive right now to entertain a second round. “We really should shower.”

“Mmm-” Ricky whines from being ignored, lying on his back into the Gyuvinless bed, limbs sprawling over the messy sheets, “-am so tired.” He gives Gyuvin a pointed smirk,“You really fucked the energy out of me Gyu.”

Now that compliment has Gyuvin leaning down to kiss Ricky again, hand dragging lightly along Ricky’s neck. Ricky’s eyelids immediately flutter closed as he presses hungrily back. Gyuvin pulls away, replacing his lips with a stern finger as he stares Ricky down. 

“Too tired to stand but not too tired to go for round two?” He teases. 

Ricky pouts.

“No more tonight, for real,” Gyuvin holds his ground. “I’ll go start the shower and come back for you, so try not to fall asleep on me, okay?” 

Ricky mewls, rubbing his eyes, curling up in the sheets like a tired kitten.

Gyuvin heads to the bathroom and turns the water on, he glances at his reflection. The sex afterglow is real – his eyes look so round and pretty, lips extra red from how much Ricky was practically sucking his face off, muscles gleaming in the light from the sheen of sweat, tousled hair and sticky bangs the cherry on top. 

As he's admiring the after effects, Ricky shuffles into the bathroom, dropping the sheet he wrapped around himself at the door.

“What happened to being ‘too tired’ huh?” Gyuvin asks as Ricky slips past him.

“Too cold…” Ricky grumbles, using any energy he has left to step into the hot shower Gyuvin set up.

It does in a way, make Gyuvin preen a bit. Current Ricky lacks the feisty bite that Gyuvin's accustomed to, energy now reserved for only the bare minimum. He smiles at the clear evidence of their activities dancing over Ricky like a starry sky, pale skin along his neck decorated with a few subtle bruises.

Gyuvin joins him in the shower, quickly lathering and rinsing himself off. They kiss a few more times under the hot running water before Gyuvin tears himself away, stepping out of the shower first. He dries himself, leaving Ricky to take his time. 

After slipping into a clean pair of his shorts (which Ricky so kindly keeps on the dresser) he grabs the sheet Ricky dropped at the bathroom door and the remaining disgruntled bedding, dragging it down the hall and tossing it all into the wash. He doesn't really feel like getting up later to move it into the dryer, so he decides to just leave it in the machine for a tomorrow Gyuvin to take care of.

He takes a quick detour to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and downing it before refilling the glass and heading to his own room. 

He finds Ricky shirtless at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees as he dries his hair with a towel. 

“I've got water if you're thirsty.” Gyuvin offers, stepping towards Ricky. 

Ricky lets the towel hang around his neck, arm outstretched to accept the glass. Gyuvin hands it to him, making sure the side he drank from is on the opposite side of Ricky. 

Ricky sips on the water as Gyuvin rummages through his drawers for two t-shirts, pulling one over his head and tossing the other onto the bed next to Ricky.

Gyuvin holds his hands out and Ricky gives him the empty glass and the wet towel. Ricky slides into the shirt Gyuvin tossed him and scoots over to make room on the twin mattress. Gyuvin drapes the towel over the back of his chair and sets the glass on his desk before flipping off the light and crawling onto the bed next to Ricky.

“Ricky?”

“Yeah?”

“I'm cooler than Hanbin right?” 

Ricky scoffs.

“You're still thinking about that even after we just finished fucking? Did you seriously think that I wanted to date Hanbin because I complimented his pecs?”

“Maybe.”

“You idiot, I don’t fall in love that easily.”

Gyuvin grins at the implication that Ricky is indeed, very much as deeply in love with Gyuvin as Gyuvin is with Ricky.

“But you love me, right?”

Ricky rolls over onto his side, facing the wall.

“Sometimes it amazes me how dense you can be.” The snark reply contrasted by his reddening ears.

“And you love that too, don’t you.” Gyuvin drapes himself over Ricky's side, pressing a brief kiss into Ricky's damp hair.

“...Shut up and go to sleep.”

Gyuvin ignores the demand, opting instead to trap Ricky beneath a snuggle attack. Ricky manages to sedate him with an elbow jab to the ribs, sticking his tongue out at Gyuvin who keels over in overexaggerated pain. 

He eventually settles on snuggling Ricky more gently, pressing his chest along Ricky's back, arm draped over his side, their hands barely brushing past each other.

“Ricky?”

“What.”

Gyuvin presses a kiss to the nape of Ricky's neck. 

“What do people normally do when they make things official?”

“I don't know,” Ricky hums. “Get matching rings or something?”

Gyuvin runs his thumb along the Gucci ring Ricky gifted him for his last birthday tightly that's snug around his index finger - a ring that matches the one on Ricky's own hand.

“Well, we kinda have that already.” 

“I guess we’re official then.”

Gyuvin smiles, hugging Ricky tight to his chest. A little too tight, since Ricky is grabbing his arm and pushing it away. 

“Gyu,” Ricky yawns after he loosens himself from Gyuvin's death squeeze. “Good. Night.”

They lay in silence for barely a minute before Gyuvin breaks it again.

“Ricky?” 

Gyuvin's fingers run gently along the back of Ricky’s hand.

“Mmh…” 

Ricky barely responds, alertness fading as he intertwines their fingers and pulls Gyuvin’s hand to his chest, mostly to keep it from roaming.

“I'd like to keep the tie.”

“All yours, Gyu. All yours.” Ricky whispers, pressing one last good night kiss to Gyuvin’s knuckle before drifting off.