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"This was a terrible idea," Han Yoojin mutters, looking down at his shirt as he enters Sung Hyunjae's house. Unfortunately for him, Hyunjae seems to make him have a lot of those. In his defense, Hyunjae is basically impossible to buy gifts for, since he owns practically everything under the sun. But this—
This is perhaps going a little too far.
This is the burn of self-consciousness as he eyes his own chest, nipples peaking stiffly against the fabric, his brand new piercings visible through the taut stretch of his black t-shirt. A healing potion had taken care of the pain and the swelling, but the unfamiliar way the small rings catch against his clothing makes his chest ache with oversensitivity.
It definitely isn't a bad feeling. It has him half hard in his jeans. But Sung Hyunjae is never going to let him forget the fact that he'd thought this was an appropriate gift. It's just that Han Yoojin has seen the way Hyunjae's eyes light on his earrings sometimes, a possessive little spark flaring to life.
Well, maybe Sung Hyunjae won't notice. Maybe he can sneak into Hyunjae's bedroom and change into something looser—one of Hyunjae's shirts, perhaps.
Naturally, that's exactly when Sung Hyunjae decides to descend the sweeping staircase from the second level.
Also naturally, his S-Class vision doesn't miss a thing.
"I see you've been busy, Yoojin-ah," Sung Hyunjae says, his voice sleek as velvet, eyes fixed on Yoojin's chest where it's very, very obvious that he's sporting some brand new accessories. "What have you been up to?"
"Can't you figure it out on your own?" Yoojin says. He goes to cross his arms over his chest, then quickly thinks twice about it when the movement makes his shirt rub tantalizingly against his nipples. "I'm going to start charging if you make me do all the work of explaining things."
Coming to a lazy stop in front of Yoojin, Hyunjae raises a hand to brush his thumb over one of Yoojin's nipples. It's faint, barely a whisper of touch, but it still feels like lightning coursing through Yoojin's body. He can't help it: his lips part and he lets out a small gasp that he tries and fails to swallow back into his lungs.
Hyunjae tilts his head a little, something curious and intent kindling in his eyes, and Yoojin stares back at him in challenge. He's not about to lift a finger now, after all the effort he's already put in. Hyunjae can unwrap his own damn gift.
With slow, deliberate steps, Hyunjae presses in close, crowding Yoojin up against the door behind him. His hands, large and warm, toy for a moment with the hem of Yoojin's shirt before he's pushing it up, up, then further up still until the fabric is gathered beneath Yoojin's arms to bare his chest.
Hyunjae's eyes light on the small golden ring piercing each nipple and the thin, fragile chain that drapes between them, and all the air seems to go out of the building.
"It's a gift," Yoojin finally says defensively when Hyunjae doesn't say anything—just looks at his chest with that smoldering gaze.
"And who, exactly, is buying jewelry for my item?" Hyunjae asks almost mildly, his eyes not moving from the sight before him.
Yoojin rolls his eyes. "It's a gift for you," he says pointedly. He can't believe Hyunjae is making him say it. "I bought them, you S-Rank bastard."
Well. He'd bought them with Hyunjae's card, just because he could, but that was neither here nor there.
"Did you?" Hyunjae hums, and one of his hands finally moves so he can drag a thumb over one nipple. The pad, calloused and elegant at the same time, tingles with delicious friction over the stiff rise, the side of his nail catching a little on the ring.
Yoojin's knees go more than a little weak. It's probably a good thing that Hyunjae's solid frame has him pressed up against the door. He'd have to admit what this is doing to him, otherwise.
Pinching the chain between his thumb and forefinger, Hyunjae twists it a little, making it tug gently but inexorably against both rings. Yoojin has to brace a shaky hand against Hyunjae's shoulder, fingers spasming against the expensive fabric.
"And just what might the occasion be, my darling Yoojin-ah?" Hyunjae asks, his voice still silky smooth. He lets go of the chain, and the sudden slackness is as full of aching sensation as the tension had been. His eyes darken a little at the hitch in Yoojin's breathing, and he reaches to tweak the other nipple, fingers twisting a little to draw out the redness.
Yoojin bites his fingers into Hyunjae's shoulder in reproof, because is he really going to make him say this, too? There is no occasion, really. No birthday. No holiday. The occasion is that Yoojin had wanted to see Hyunjae just as he is now—focused and intent and appreciative, like he might just hunt Yoojin to the ends of the galaxy if he had to.
"I'm not your secretary," Yoojin says, affronted. "If you don't know what the occasion is, I'm not about to tell you."
Hyunjae lets out a chuckle, low and delighted, and then he's lifting Yoojin up against the door as if it's nothing so he can lick over one nipple. His teeth close gently over the ring to tug before letting go so they can worry at Yoojin's flesh instead, and Yoojin is insanely grateful that the change in position allows him to wrap his legs around Hyunjae's back.
He's even more grateful that it allows him to press his cock, now fully hard, against Hyunjae's hip.
"I wonder," Hyunjae murmurs, lifting his head so he can watch Yoojin. He's holding Yoojin up with one arm so his other hand can fondle the chain between Yoojin's new piercings. Yoojin can't even pretend he hadn't been thinking about Hyunjae when he picked that out—the pale gold catching the eye like lightning across the sky. "How long would it take you to come just from this?"
He twists the chain again between his fingers, and Yoojin can't hold back the faint whimper as the jewelry pulls at his nipples. Yoojin grinds his cock against Hyunjae's hip, his glare daring the other man to pull away.
Hyunjae is enough of a bastard to try it.
A sly little smile lifts Hyunjae's lips, as if he can taste Yoojin's desperation in the air. "Perhaps later," he says. He slowly untwists the chain, only to wind it in the opposite direction. Yoojin's fingers dig even more deeply into Hyunjae's shoulder, his other hand coming up to grip the back of Hyunjae's shirt.
Letting go of the chain, Hyunjae presses Yoojin harder in against the door. His shirt rubs with a painful, delicious friction against Yoojin's overworked chest, a button catching on one of the rings. Yoojin's jeans are painfully tight as he rubs himself against Hyunjae, and he can't even imagine what kind of sight he must make with his shirt still rucked up beneath his arms and his nipples growing more red and swollen with each gasping breath that passes through his lungs.
It's only when Yoojin's jeans are sticky and damp with his release that Hyunjae pulls away again, letting Yoojin's feet hit the floor and stepping back to assess his work. His eyes gleam as they drag from the mess of Yoojin's clothing to the sight of soft gold against his flushed, abused chest.
With a thoughtful hum, Hyunjae hooks one finger under the chain and gives the faintest of tugs, causing Yoojin to take a stumbling step towards him. A dangerous look comes into his eyes—one that promises Yoojin won't be going anywhere for hours.
"Come, now, Yoojin-ah," Hyunjae says as he slowly backs towards the staircase and his bedroom. "I'd like to properly unwrap my gift."