Work Text:
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
When do you finish work, baby?
Texts from his lover weren’t a rare occurrence at work, but something was off. Seunghyun asking him this particular question? He knew that Jiyong tended to stay later at work, especially when there was an album in the making. Particularly, when there was a comeback on the way, and not just any other comeback: Big Bang’s comeback and 20th anniversary.
Right now he was at the studio with Youngbae and Daesung, retouching a song he finished writing a few months ago. They’ve been cooped up in there for the past hours and they were making slow, but good progress.
So yeah, Seunghyun knew that Jiyong was very busy in the last few weeks.
Usually, there was some playful banter exchanged, or maybe some random pictures thrown in the mix. He was typing a replay when another text popped up.
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
When are you coming home, baby?
I have a surprise I know you’ll love.
Jiyong raised an eyebrow at that. His mind wandered to what that so-called surprise may be.
His Seunghyun wasn’t the type to be this straightforward when it came to this type of thing. He would tease Jiyong with little details until the younger would whine and pout like a petulant child.
Jiyongie ❤️
I’m still at the studio with the others.
We’re finishing up. But I don’t know exactly when we’ll finish.
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
Is that so? Can’t you finish up early today?
Just for today.
At that Jiyong blinked in surprise. It’s unusual to see Seunghyun eager.
Usually the older one always waited for him at home with no complaints. Always liking the comforting quiet their apartment provided and soaking up every attention from their cats, before Jiyong came home to him.
Just to mess with his Hyung he replied with a cheeky text.
Jiyongie ❤️
What’s up with my Hyunnie today? He is very eager~
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
I wanted to spend Valentine's day today.
Hyung wants to see his favourite dragon.
Right. Jiyong totally forgot. Today was Valentine's day.
He almost feels guilty about that; but whenever he is in the studio time doesn't really exist, he doesn't know how many hours have passed, if it was still morning, afternoon or already past midnight.
If he was being honest, Jiyong thought this Valentine's day would've been spent with a simple warm – read it as extravagant – dinner at home, cooked by the older man and later on proceed the date with a series playing on the tv, while the both of them will be too distracted and just completely ignore it by getting busy with themselves.
Of course, there are times when they go all out during Valentine's day. Jiyong hides a little smile at the many lovely memories of their dates his mind provides him.
Maybe this year Seunghyun wanted to do something like that?
Jiyongie ❤️
What, you prepared dinner?
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
Even better.
Now that's got Jiyong's attention.
There are a million possibilities. Seunghyun doesn't provide him with more explanation other than that simple and ambiguous reply.
He huffs in annoyance. Seunghyun always knew how to keep his mouth shut.
That's why most of the time, whenever he's the one planning a surprise for Seunghyun he always manages to spill the beans in excitement.
He wants to probe a little more when he gets another message.
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
Don’t come home. Come to my old apartment.
You still remember the address?
Jiyongie ❤️
You’re not gonna murder me, right Hyung?
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
What, no! Are you insane? Why would I?
Jiyongie ❤️
I’m joking, I’m joking!
Btw yes, I do remember your old address.
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
Good. I’ll wait for you there.
Be safe.
See you soon.
Why the old apartment of all places?
Tonight was a trap, and Jiyong was taking the bait.
He isn’t naive, coming home to Seunghyun, whether that was their actual apartment or other places, also meant cumming to him. With how many nights they’ve already spent in each other’s arms, what will this one bring?
Jiyong steadied his breaths. Getting hot and bothered at work wasn’t going to do anything for him. Especially now, that G-Dragon was needed and couldn’t afford any distractions.
He lasted exactly ten minutes before he decided that he was distracted, alright.
The surprise… Jiyong had to admit, he kept thinking about it and this was doing nothing but making his heart race. And when he looked down from his silent phone, he felt his cock twitch.
Seunghyun wasn’t here, and yet Jiyong’s composure was beginning to crumble. He wouldn’t be caught dead in such a lewd state, especially when he has company, but what can he do? The surprise… Seunghyun…
“Fuck.” Jiyong cursed under his breath.
“Hyung, you alright?” Daesung, the ever loving angel that he is, asked him, noticing the other fidgeting.
“I’m fine, Dae, don’t worry.” Jiyong placated his dongsaeng, “Just need to use the bathroom real quick.” He quickly excused himself, making sure to wrap his coat tighter around his body.
He didn’t wait for any answer as he practically flew to the bathroom down the hall, but it was a matter of death and life right now.
When he reached it, he made sure to lock the door of the bathroom stall.
Jiyong gulped. As he began to reach down to undo his belt, a familiar contact lit up his phone. Another twitch of his cock, it was Seunghyun who sent him a message.
Hyunnie 🐰🌙
I love you
He groaned.
No we will not jack off in the middle of a recording.
He just needed to pick up himself, before facing the others. That’s it.
He took a few deep steading breaths, before exiting the stall. He looked himself in the mirror, noticing the red blush high on his cheeks, he splashed some cold water.
After drying and composing himself, he quickly sent a reply to the older.
Jiyongie ❤️
I love you too
Goddamn him.
How did Seunghyun have this effect on him? Getting him hot and bothered just by a few texts. Jiyong doesn’t know, but he knows he’s screwed.
Jiyong returned to the studio, where he left the others.
“Guys, let's finish for tonight. I think we're at a good point. We’ll continue the recording tomorrow.“ He announced, gathering and putting his things in his bag.
“Yeah, sure, no problem at all. What happened?” Taeyang asked, a bit thrown off by his best friend’s sudden mood change.
“Something came up” Jiyong didn’t elaborate.
Taeyang and Daesung exchanged silent side glances, both knowing the reason behind such a sudden change in attitude. They’ve been witnesses of it for years by now; they knew their leader through and through. But both were clever enough not to ask further questions.
They started gathering their things too. Happy to get to sleep in early – at least Daesung – and – for Taeyang – happy to spend the day’s remaining hours with his wife and son. The latter was actually content not having to be the one to interrupt their studio session; he too couldn't wait to get home as he prepared something special for his Hyorin.
“Bye, love you guys. Happy Valentine’s to both of you. Mwah!” Daesung and Teyang chuckled at the hurried flying kisses thrown at them. That just confirmed their suspicions.
Jiyong almost flew to the exit, speeding up to reach his car, before starting the vehicle and driving to the one address he knew by heart. All the while, his brain was racking with ideas of whatever Seunghyun prepared for him.
Whatever that surprise was, they were in for a hell of a night.
—
The apartment was filled with the soft rhythm of a song from their shared playlist, though the man wasn’t paying too much attention to it.
He stood by the window, gazing at the city bathed in the moonlight, the streets flickering beneath its gentle glow. He was waiting for Jiyong to get home to him, while nursing a glass of wine to distract himself from the nerves brimming under his skin.
Seunghyun arrived at his old apartment hours earlier, right after seeing off Jiyong that morning.
He had a lot to do for his plan to unfold perfectly.
He rarely came to his old apartment. It was empty, save for a few things that he left here, such as the furniture left untouched, the paintings he couldn't take with him when he moved in with Jiyong and trinkets on the shelves collecting dust.
That's why he spent most of his day cleaning, carefully dusting off the shelves and tidying the place, making it presentable enough for his love.
Afterward, he’d started setting up for the plan, his nerve building up each passing minute.
There were days when Seunghyun would decide to retreat to his old space, whenever he sought solitude and abandon himself in his thoughts or his paintings. Jiyong always understood this part of him, allowing the space he needed, then gently coaxing him back home after a couple of days.
Seunghyun was always grateful for that; grateful to return to their home, because above all, it was Jiyong who mattered more than the comfort of any other place, even more than fine art or the exquisite wine.
He always made it a point to remind Jiyong of this, as often as he could. And tonight was no different.
Tonight was special, it was Valentine's day. Their anniversary. Although, it was about to change in a few months. He thought of the velvet box hidden inside in one of his drawers back at home. That was for another surprise yet to come.
The date was rather cliché, but important nonetheless. Valentine’s the day he had mustered all of his non-existent courage to ask Jiyong on a date and be his boyfriend, all those years ago.
He could still remember it clearly, like it happened just yesterday.
That morning, Seunghyun had gone out early to buy a bouquet of daisies and the ingredients to try to prepare handmade chocolates, despite knowing utter bullshit about baking. Taeyang, knowing of his plan, took Jiyong out with the excuse of helping him out with choosing a gift for his mother.
He had half a day and he spent most of the time cursing their dorm kitchen for not cooperating with him and praying for the chocolates to come out decent enough and not to serve his crush with potential poison.
Daesung, ever the patient saint that he is, tried to help him in the best way he could before stepping out when Taeyang texted that Jiyong was on his way back.
Seunghyun still remembers sweating buckets when Jiyong walked through the door.
He could barely breathe, his heart hammering as he made his way to the living room, where he found his object of attraction sitting on the sofa, likely ready to binge-watch the latest romance drama he was currently obsessing over.
He still cringes at the memory of him blurting a rather and panicked confession, “Happy Valentine's Day! You're so pretty and I like you so much, I'd be honored if you'll let me be your boyfriend. Please, can I?”, while presenting – or more like shoving – the bouquet of daisies to a very surprised Jiyong.
He winces whenever Jiyong teases him about it, but apparently it was more than enough. Jiyong had taken the flowers, smiled, and, hiding his face behind the petals, shyly whispered, “They’re beautiful, Hyung”.
A fond smile tugged at Seunghyun’s lips as he remembered that moment, Jiyong furiously blushing as he bashfully confessed his own feelings for the older and shyly agreeing to be his boyfriend. The handmade chocolates had probably helped a lot too.
Since then, they have celebrated many Valentine's Day’s together, in many different ways.
Sometimes they spent it in the comfort of their home, wrapped in the comfiest blankets, sipping wine and watching a movie. Other times, they’d skip the celebration altogether due to their hectic schedules or simply because they weren't in the mood, opting instead to lose themselves in each other in the sheets till the first ray of dawn shone over the city.
Or other times they would pass this day at a restaurant they both wanted to try out or plan a private visit at a new art exhibition.
Tonight was no different. Seunghyun had prepared something special for his beau.
The room he used as an art studio, now cleared and spotless, was filled with all the items he needed for the evening.
What were those items? Well, that was something Jiyong would have to discover for himself, because seeing his reaction was half of the fun.
Until then, Seunghyun needed to freshen up. Scent, surroundings, and setup, it was all key in his methods of seduction. A hot shower would leave his body warm and soft to the touch, Jiyong’s touch. He bit his lip at the thought.
He downed the rest of his wine and made his way to the bathroom.
The shower had been running for a few minutes, the steam making its way past the glass. Seunghyun began to strip. He debated sending a lewd picture to Jiyong but decided on a classic “I love you” deal. He wasn’t one to just leave things there, but there would be a lot of time tonight.
When Seunghyun was bare, he stepped into the warm shower. He let out a sigh, feeling the water on his muscles and flow down his body. For a few moments, the man stood there taking in the heat and steam.
He started slathering bodywash over his toned body.
“Jiyong...” He let his lover’s name slip past his wet lips.
Just thinking about what he has planned, Seunghyun can feel himself grow hard. He’d much rather have Jiyong’s hands all over him, but that will come soon enough. Soon the thoughts of his lover washing him turned into more vulgar ones. As Seunghyun wrapped a hand around his hard cock, he gave in to temptation.
Memories of that morning quickly flooded his thoughts. Jiyong on his knees giving him a sloppy blowjob, his beautiful eyes peering up at him through wet lashes as he gagged on his cock, subjecting Seunghyun to the most immense pleasure and reducing him into a moaning mess.
His mind then switched to another filthy memory. Jiyong pinned to the glass, Seunghyun holding him up like he weighed nothing. His cock filling the smaller man up, pounding him like a cheap whore. Of course, Jiyong meant more to him than that. But who can deny such a lovely body? Especially when he begs. Jiyong would bend over like a good whore, spreading his hole for Seunghyun. Tight and ready to be fucked as he sees fit.
Seunghyun always deemed himself a lucky man as he was the only soul to witness such an ethereal sight of Jiyong, the man desired by the entire country and around the globe.
Seunghyun jerked himself off to the lewd memory, climaxing over himself, embarrassingly faster than he normally does.
God, Seunghyun was addicted to Jiyong.
He washed the evidence of his arousal away and quickly finished with his shower, blocking every image related to his lover, his traitor of a mind brought up.
After a while, Seunghyun made his way out to the shower and headed to his old bedroom, taking the duffle bag he took with him that morning, inside there was a change of clothes for him and Jiyong they’ll need after their activities. He made sure to leave their home with it, not wanting to repeat the other times they subjected themselves with the discomfort of dried liquids on their clothes after a heated reunion.
He pulled on a pair of comfortable black pants and his safety pins shirt, leaving the top buttons undone, casually tucking it in. Nothing extravagant, after all, the outfit would be gone in a moment when he showed Jiyong the surprise.
He dried his hair but decided not to style it. Jiyong always liked to run his fingers through his messy locks.
Seunghyun was finishing up when he heard the sound of the door unlocking. He’s home.
The soft rustle of movements followed by a click of the door closing reached his ears. Not forgetting to grab the bouquet of daisies from the coffee table in the living room, he hurriedly made his way to the front door.
There he saw his love, busy taking off his shoes.
While Seunghyun waited for the other to notice him, he took the time to admire his love.
Today too, Jiyong is as gorgeous as ever. He took off his coat, revealing his outfit.
Seeing the fit, Seunghyun couldn't help himself at the adorable display. Jiyong was cuter than he already was. The cozy, colorful sweater made him look like he walked out of a dream. The vibrant colours, the intricate patterns, each stitch describing Jiyong. Almost like an extension of his personality, bold, playful and full of life. Nothing too flashy, yet everything is so perfectly him; like every little detail reflects the depth of who Jiyong is.
Every piece of clothing or outfit he wore enhanced his soul’s beauty and handsome features.
Seunghyun was truly captivated.
His musings were cut off when Jiyong finally turned around and noticed the older man's presence.
“I’m…” the words died in his throat as Jiyong’s eyes met Seunghyun’s, a bouquet of daisies held in front of him, accompanied by a big dimpled smile from Seunghyun.
“Welcome home, Jiyong.” Seunghyun greeted warmly, handing him the flowers.
“And Happy Valentine's day”, he added, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Jiyong’s mouth.
Jiyong carefully took the bouquet, a blush creeping up his cheeks, and coyly answered back, “Happy Valentine, Hyunnie”.
It wasn't the first time Seunghyun had given him daisies, his favourite, but no matter how many times he did, the gesture always made him feel giddy inside and the butterflies in his stomach never failed to rise.
With a grin, Jiyong got closer and stood on his tiptoes to pull Seunghyun down into a kiss, arms instantly wrapped around his waist to erase any remaining space between them. The flowers were carefully held in his hands, undisturbed. The older man hummed happily into their kiss, eagerly returning the affection.
The kiss deepened when Jiyong yelped as Seunghyun playfully swatted his ass, quickly shoving his tongue inside the warm mouth. A thrill running up Jiyong’s spine at the touch.
It felt like minutes passed before they pulled apart, their gazes locking, love filled their eyes, with excitement swirling in the mix and a tint of lust swimming in their orbs.
Jiyong ran his fingers through Seunghyun’s messy hair, before cupping the older man’s handsome face, “Thank you for the flowers, Hyung”.
Seunghyun smiled softly, nodding. He pressed a sweet peck on the palm of Jiyong’s palm.
“So, what’s this surprise?” Jiyong asked eagerly, peeking behind the taller’s shoulder to see if he could catch a glimpse of it.
Seunghyun chuckled at his enthusiasm. “I’ll show you later, love.”
Jiyong immediately pouted at that. Unable to resist the adorable display, Seunghyun pecked his pouty lips, then smirked, “Let’s eat first. I know you didn’t eat yet”.
“So, you did cook?” Jiyong’s chest warmed at the idea of his Hyung cooking. He always loved Seunghyun’s cooking. He wasn’t a chef per se, but the effort the other put in preparing their meals always made Jiyong’s heart swell. It was impossible not to fall for him.
God, he was such a sucker for his Hyung.
“I made risotto”, Seunghyun proudly said. “Or at least attempted”, he quickly added, not wanting the younger to have high expectations of his scarce cuisine abilities.
“Risotto, Hyunnie? Wow! Italian?” Jiyong's face lit up, Seunghyun grinned, rubbing his neck bashfully. His heart fluttered at the display of his lover’s unfiltered happiness.
“Yep. I also baked chicken breast with herbs to go with it.”
“You spoil me.” Jiyong was truly touched. Seunghyun knew during comebacks he tended not to pay too much attention to what he eats, or it’s more like he tends to forget to feed himself, and that’s where his Hyung steps in. After what happened in 2017, Seunghyun made it his personal mission to always make sure the younger ate regularly or at least ate well when on diet.
“Only for you”, Seunghyun murmured, pulling him closer to give him a soft eskismo kiss.
Seunghyun led Jiyong to the kitchen area and dining area, his arm never leaving his waist.
As soon as they stepped in the kitchen, the smell of risotto immediately hit Jiyong's nose, making his mouth water and stomach rumble. Seunghyun was right, he hadn’t eaten yet.
“It smells amazing, Hyung” at least that confirmed that nothing was burnt. As much as he loved his Hyung’s cooking, Jiyong still has trauma from the times, thankfully only three times, his Hyung nearly set their kitchen on fire. Although the number was way less than the times Jiyong did set a pan on fire.
“Just wait with the fluttery, love. You have yet to taste it” Seunghyun teased.
Jiyong rolled his eyes at the self-deprecating older man. He never liked it when Seunghyun did that, it was almost second nature to him; hence the many sessions of self love they spent together.
“Hyung, I love your cooking. Especially when you cook for me” Seunghyun smiled softly, clearly touched. “Thanks, love.”
He helped Jiyong into his chair like the gentleman he was, before sitting down himself.
“You went all out tonight, uh?” Jiyong said, noticing the table was set with care.
Seunghyun always paid attention to details. Plus, presentation is one of the tricks to swoon the youngest. The table was covered with a simple soft ivory linen tablecloth, slightly rumpled, adding to the feeling of relaxed luxury, but on closer inspection, one could see the delicate floral embroidery in a soft pink blush. Jiyong, being the perfectionist that he was, immediately noticed and complimented Seunghyun’s artistic eye and refined taste.
Atop the cloth, there was a set of plates Seunghyun brought out every blue moon.
A soft napkin in a deep shade of burgundy, folded into an elegant shape, rested on the plates. Even the cutlery was polished and subtly decorated.
The entire setting feels both thoughtful and effortlessly romantic, with every detail chosen to create a sense of intimacy and connection. The room around them was filled with a hushed quiet, save for the soft hum of the playlist in the background, enhancing the peacefulness of the moment.
Perhaps a little too much for dinner? For Jiyong, Seunghyun would do anything, even if it meant going above and beyond. He’d even use the stars littered in the sky to use as candles if he could. Tonight, the soft flicker of carefully placed candles in silver candleholders illuminated the delicate face that Seunghyun spent an unhealthy amount, bordering on obsessive, of hours staring at. The light made him look like he belonged in a painting.
In the center of the table sat the Shiva vase, Jiyong snorted when he first noticed it, and he placed the daisies in to preserve them as long as possible.
Of course, it wasn’t their typical dinner if wine was missing. A bottle of Chateau Haut-Brion 2008 rested on the table, accompanied by two wine goblets.
“2008. The year you asked to be my boyfriend. It was also Valentine’s day.” Jiyong said with a wistful smile, inspecting the bottle, his tone one of someone reminiscing a good memory. “You were so cute and nervous.” He giggled, looking up at Seunghyun.
Hearing Jiyong laugh, so freely, made his heart grow a pair of wings and fly the night sky in twirls. Those giggles had always been his favourite sound.
Since 2008, and even before, Seunghyun has been subjected to those giggles that left him melted in a puddle of sweet goo.
Since 2008, he was lucky to have the man sitting in front of him and call him his. All thanks to a nervous and courageous 19 year old Seunghyun.
Of course, there were trials and tribulations, but they grew stronger together and apart. Their love, despite countless fights and struggles, had only become more secure and unshakable.
Neither of them would change a thing.
Jiyong let Seunghyun serve his portion of risotto, never missing the opportunity to be pampered by the other man. “Thank you, Hyunnie.”
After Seunghyun’s fussing, they started eating.
Jiyong took the first bite, unable to contain his pleasure. He moaned softly, a satisfied sound escaping him, letting the other man know just how good his cooking was.
“That good?” Seunghyun smirked at Jiyong’s reddening cheeks, as he surprised himself too with his strong reaction.
“It’s amazing, Hyung! Almost better than the one we had at the last restaurant we went to.”
Now it was Seunghyun’s turn to blush, he always likes to have Jiyong’s opinion, but to be praised by him? He loved it. He was pleased to hear his cooking was appreciated.
They spent the rest of dinner talking about everything and nothing, sharing about their day.
The flames of the candles danced softly, casting gentle shadows that seemed to move with the rhythm of their conversation.
They occasionally brushed hands across the table, mindlessly brushing a touch or two, their fingers entwining or thumbs tracing each other’s knuckles.
After finishing their meal, during which Jiyong didn’t hold back with showering Seunghyun with compliments – he got a satisfying thrill seeing the usual charismatic and stoic man fold under zero pressure with only his words – finally they got to the main course of their night: the surprise.
“Are you ready for the surprise?” Seunghyun asked as he cleared their plates and stored leftovers in the fridge. Jiyong perked up.
“I've been dying over here! Come on Hyung, show me!” Jiyong’s excitement was palpable. He took the offered hand and laced their fingers, following Seunghyun out of the dining area and down the hall.
“What is it, Hyung?” He tried to pry again, but the older one just gave a mischievous smile and continued to lead him into some part of the apartment.
He huffed, his mind was running again with the many possibilities of what the older had prepared.
His musing was interrupted when Seunghyun stopped and turned towards him.
“Put this on first”, Jiyong raised a brow as Seunghyun handed him a blindfold. Where did that come from? He really doesn’t know.
“I feel like you're just distracting me and waiting for the right opportunity to strike and murder me.” Jiyong said, jokingly narrowing his eyes in suspicion at the older man.
Seunghyun rolled his eyes, “That's the second time tonight. I don't even want to know why you thought of that.”
“You’d be the hottest murderer, Hyung.” Seunghyun let out an ugly snort at that. He felt fluttered, if a little bit creeped out too, but tonight wasn't the right time to explore whatever other freaky fucked up shit his love cooked up in his head. But he stored the information in his head for… research purposes. Or something.
“You're lucky I love you. Now come on, put it on” Seunghyun urged the younger man, who did what he was instructed to do.
Soon his vision was consumed by darkness.
“Ready?” Jiyong heard Seunghyun’s deep voice ask, he nodded. He felt Seunghyun grab his hand, then wrap an arm around his waist as they started walking again.
Jiyong strained his hearing to get some clue, but all he could pick up was their breaths and footsteps.
“Ok, you can take it off now.”
Jiyong removed the blindfold. He blinked a few times to adjust his eyesight from the sudden harsh light. He frowned in confusion when he noticed his surroundings.
The art studio?
Then he saw it.
He was too distracted seeing his Hyung smiling in excitement to see the array of paints on the studio's floor. The setup was quite organized, a huge blank canvas laid across a large tarp, held at the corners with duct tape to prevent it from slipping away. Tubes of what looked like pink and turquoise paint were placed on a nearby table. Seunghyun had done quite the work.
Seunghyun took his lover’s hand, leading him to sit on the tarp. The smaller man was beyond confused at the moment, this was not what he was expecting. With no words, he returned to his usual defense. Sarcasm at Seunghyun.
“What...” Jiyong’s eyes flicked back and forth from the canvas to his lover, “We’re going to fingerpaint?”.
Seunghyun, always the patient one, leaned in, giving his boyfriend a kiss to promptly shut any potential comments. “Even better, we’re gonna use our bodies.”
The thought sent heat to Jiyong’s face. His mind began to wander again.
“I don’t know what porn site you got this idea from, but paint isn’t...” Jiyong looked up and down his lover’s form. “Sex safe.” Seunghyun was supposed to be the expert of the two.
If they were going to do what he thought, then…
“I'm very aware, baby.” Seunghyun tossed a tube of the pink paint at Jiyong’s way. He should feel offended at the younger’s statement and implied questions to his knowledge regarding paints. “It’s from a special site. It’s so couples can get kinky with art.” A wink was tossed in for extra points.
That intrigued Jiyong, the thought of creating art with their bodies and with Seunghyun wasn’t an unwelcome one. Most of the time it was Jiyong suggesting new things with the older, but whenever it was Seunghyun to be the one bringing new ideas on the table he always managed to leave Jiyong speechless.
It was an interesting idea, and he’d have to pry the older one on how exactly he came to find it later. Covering themselves with paint, coming together in pleasure, and then keeping the result as a memento. It was romantic. And so Seunghyun.
“It’s totally body-safe, look!” Seunghyun squirted a bit of the pink paint onto his finger.
Before Jiyong could get a word in, his lover stuck the colored digit into his mouth. Jiyong felt the paint coat his tongue, the taste not what he would expect yet not unpleasant. The smaller man gave his lover’s finger a good suck. He made eye contact as Seunghyun took his hand away, admiring the heated expression on his face.
“Not a drop will touch my clothes, understand?” Jiyong spoke confidently, despite the pink on his lips.
All he got was a nod in return, then Seunghyun pulled him by the waist and started kissing him. Loving hands shredded his body from the many layers of fabric in record time. Maybe even a personal best for the taller man. He gives credit to the many times Seunghyun had to pry the difficult and intricate items off of his body during their tours, when even a couple of minutes of exchanged passion was fundamental and they couldn't waste their precious limited time of privacy. Another field in which the older one became an expert, he proudly proclaimed it one day at random, earning an amused snort from the younger.
Jiyong too, in the drunken haze from their heated kiss, shredded every fabric covering Seunghyun’s precious body. A luxury only he got to see and have in every nook and cranny.
Jiyong considered himself a very lucky man and he always made sure to convey how thankful he was for having such a masterpiece at his grasp.
In no time, the couple was completely exposed to each other, there was nowhere to hide.
“You’re out of this world, Hyunnie” Seunghyun bashfully hid his face in the crook Jiyong’s neck, his ear tinting red at the unfiltered reverence and awe in Jiyong’s tone. It never failed to silence the voices of insecurities that creeped from the deepest corners of his mind whenever he exposed all of himself to his lover. He returned the compliment with a grateful kiss on Jiyong’s slender shoulder.
After making sure to fling their clothes as far away from the tarp, not caring where they landed, Seunghyun rolled Jiyong the tubes of turquoise paint and kept the pink to himself. As the smaller man fiddled with the packaging, a mischievous grin appeared on the other man’s lips.
“Gotcha, babe.” Seunghyun squeezed his tube, sending pink paint flying towards Jiyong’s naked body. A shriek escaped the smaller man, the paint being colder than anticipated. With such a prank, Seunghyun would be met with a swat on his arm. But it was only them tonight, nobody to rain on their parade.
Jiyong wasn’t going to stand down from this fight.
He grabbed two tubes of turquoise paint and fired back, deliciously coating Seunghyun’s lower body with a turquoise hue. His sculpted thighs and legs were coated, and don’t forget his cock. It stood proudly, reminding them both of the scene they were in. The paint dripped off his dick like chocolate syrup, it was tempting.
Jiyong slowly crawled over to the blank canvas cloth, making sure to sway his hips to give Seunghyun a good show on the way. He was feeling gutsy tonight.
The smaller man sat in the middle of the canvas, facing his back to his lover and poured the turquoise paint down his back. The turquoise lacquer flowed down his back, covering his ‘GET’ tattoo and over the swell of his ass, some making its way down his crack. Excess dripped onto the blank canvas, their painting just begun.
Seunghyun followed the liquid trailing down the beautiful expanse of the pale back with hungry eyes. He made his way behind Jiyong, adding some of his pink paint to his lover’s ass. He gave it a good spank, earning a yelp from Jiyong. A mix of turquoise and pink splattered onto the canvas.
Words didn’t need to be said, they knew where this was going. Jiyong laid flat on his back, the paint he poured on earlier making a silhouette of his frame.
With the sight below him, Seunghyun couldn’t find his right words, so he just blurted out the first thing his mind provided.
“You're so gorgeous, Ji” he said through the knot lodge in his throat. His tone filled with nothing but love and wonder.
“Jiyong, may I...” The older man spoke through heavy breaths. “May I have you?”
Jiyong's heart melted at the question. Leave it to his Hyung to be a total gentleman. Even after all these years he never failed to ask permission, even when it wasn't really necessary or when the two of them were so wrapped around each other in lust, Seunghyun never forgets to ask. It is always appreciated by the younger one.
When he got a shy nod from Jiyong, Seunghyun grabbed a tube of pink paint and poured more liquid on the pale skin. He murmured an apology when Jiyong hissed at the cold paint.
He brought his warm hands and massaged them in the paint, covering the pale skin with pink hues. He lowered over Jiyong’s collarbones and started leaving a trail of kisses on the sensitive line there, slowly marking up a constellation of kisses along his delicate neck and finally nipping his jaw. All the while murmuring sweet nothings and unspoken reassurance. Jiyong’s head tilted back instinctively, exposing more of himself, a silent offering.
Seunghyun kept coating Jiyong’s needy body in the hue, caressing his arms, thighs, and his leaking cock with pink handprints. He made sure to lay a kiss on each tattoo before covering them. Paint spread over the canvas more and more.
It was quite the scene. Two lovers covered head to toe in pink and turquoise hues. One laid and ready, the other kneeling and just as eager for what’s to come. The art they were making was just as beautiful as the love they were about to make.
“Take me, Hyunnie.” Jiyong made his choice loud and clear. He needed his lover, and who was Seunghyun to refuse?
In their heated state, the pair had forgotten the lube. Seunghyun was about to say something until, “Use the paint, please...” Jiyong slid two colored fingers into his hole.
The sight made Seunghyun’s heart skip a beat. Jiyong prepped himself in front of the taller man, thrusting his paint-covered digits in and out of his ass. Quiet moans falling out from his lips as he maintained a heated eye contact with Seunghyun.
With his free hand, Jiyong squirted more paint onto him and Seunghyun.
Turquoise was overtaking pink, and Seunghyun was not going to lose now. He took his own paint and poured it all over his hardened cock. “Sure you don’t want more foreplay, baby?”
They were far into this madness already, too blinded by lust to do their usual routine. A simple no from Jiyong was given, and to the main event they go.
Seunghyun pulled away the younger’s hand and filled his hole with his own fingers, silencing whatever complaint the other was about to say.
“Fuck!” Jiyong yelled as Seunghyun thrusted dead on the bundle of nerves that made him see stars. Seunghyun smirked as he immediately settled for a fast pace, loving every whimper he got in response.
“Hyung, please I need you… ah! Please!” Jiyong was already panting, a tight knot simmering below his navel as he felt his arousal nearing by every second.
He grabbed Seunghyun’s wrist, “Please, Hyunnie… I want to come on your cock”, he pleaded with a whine and looked with teary eyes in those dark orbs, lust pooling in them.
Seeing the desperate look of the younger, he pulled out his fingers and claimed Jiyong's lips in a rough and passionate kiss. He stroked his cock and lined his tip with his lover’s hole. He sat back up and, making eye contact, he pushed right in. The paint made for a lovely lube. Excess dripped onto the canvas, his pink overpowering Jiyong’s turquoise.
Seunghyun loudly moaned as he tilted up his head, closing his eyes in pure bliss, never getting tired of the tight warmth of his lover surrounding his cock.
Jiyong watched the display with lips parted in a silent moan and heated eyes. He arched, wanting to feel the other closer to him. He brought his painted hands up to caress Seunghyun’s naked torso. Turquoise handprints claiming his tanned skin.
Jiyong couldn’t wait anymore, “You can move, Hyunnie”. At that, Seunghyun left a kiss on each of his knees and started to move.
The sounds of squelching paint and moans filled the room. It was downright filthy, they were defiling each other while creating such beautiful art. With every thrust of Seunghyun’s cock, Jiyong offered a loud whine. The pair wanted nothing more than to be lost in the lust they have for each other.
The pleasure was unreal. It was the two of them and their art, nothing to separate them.
Seunghyun grabbed on tight to his lover’s hips, marking them in pink. He took Jiyong repeatedly, without stopping his rhythm. A mix of groans, slaps and “uh uh uh” and “ah ah ah” filled the quiet room.
The only witnesses of their lovemaking being the paintings covering the walls of the studio.
“Fucking God, I love you, Ji. So much!” he groaned out as he punctuated every word with a snap of his pelvis. Jiyong could only moan a broken “Love you– ah! ah!”.
Seunghyun grabbed Jiyong’s jaw and bent over him to claim his lips. Jiyong let out a muffled moan in the kiss and reciprocated with equal passion, trying to convey his love for the older man by tangling his tongue with the other’s in a heated dance.
He wrapped his arms around Seunghyun’s neck, not to rush him, but to bring him closer to him. His painted hands wandered down Seunghyun’s back, tracing the firm line of muscle there, marking up the warm skin with turquoise, decorating it with angry lines of red blossoming under his nails. Jiyong got rewarded with groans from the older one, though he maintained the restless pace.
Their tangled bodies as they made love narrated the whole scene with various hues of paint, slowly filling it up with splashes of quiet confessions, loud passionate declarations of affection and strokes made with consuming lust.
Seunghyun broke their messy kiss and raised from his bent form. He pulled out from Jiyong and gently shushed his whiny complaints.
He maneuvered Jiyong and made him turn on his stomach, face down on the canvas, gripping his hips to bring his ass up.
The sight made Seunghyun almost cum right there and then. Jiyong's hole was clenching on empty air, whining at the sudden emptiness he was subjected to, a mix of pink and turquoise was dripping out from his hole and running down his thighs, some landing on the canvas.
“Please Hyung fill me up again!” Jiyong turned his face to look at Seunghyun, teary eyes pleading with the older man.
Jiyong screamed as Seunghyun slammed his cock inside, starting a faster and harder pace than before. He started sobbing at the sheer intensity of their love making.
His tears joined the paint on the canvas, leaving wet stains.
Jiyong tried to grasp at something to hold onto from the sheer intensity of Seunghyun’s love. Seeing the desperate display of his beau, Seunghyun covered the younger’s hand with his, lacing their fingers.
He brought his face closer and licked his earlobe, “You're mine”, he harshly panted, punctuating with a harsh thrust.
“Yes yesyes! Ah! Yourss~ Ah!” Seunghyun was high on his Jiyong’s wanton sounds. He was tightly gripping his hip, he knew that Jiyong's gonna nag at him for the marks he's gonna leave, but at this moment he just continued to thrust his cock dead on the spot he knew all too well.
He filled Jiyong’s ear with more filthy words. Jiyong only brokenly whimpered.
Seunghyun then snaked his other arm across Jiyong’s chest and pulled him up with him.
From bent over on the floor, to up on his knees, sitting on his lap. Back to chest, pulling him closer, reducing the space between them until even their heartbeats seemed aligned.
Jiyong let out a loud moan as Seunghyun’s cock dug deeper inside of him, pushing the bundle of nerves that made him go insane every time.
He laid a hand over his navel, putting a slight pressure, “You're so deep, Hyung…”, he whined, voice hoarse with all the noises he was making.
Seunghyun groaned as Jiyong clenched around him. He thrust up, wanting to feel more of his lover. The hold around Jiyong’s body wasn't enough, he wanted more.
“Please, Ji…” Jiyong didn't need any other words, he knew what his love wanted.
The smaller man looked over his shoulder, making eye contact as he rode Seunghyun.
“You feel so good, baby” Seunghyun panted out, meeting Jiyong halfway, rocking up, forcing out delicious whimpers from his lover.
The air around them was warm and heavy of sex, their bodies were sticky with paint and sweat, but any of that didn't matter.
They still had more to tell and share on the canvas, they wanted to mend together like the colours mixing with every stroke of their lovemaking.
Seunghyun put his hand around Jiyong’s neck, giving it a light squeeze and he was rewarded with the tight warm tunnel clenching around his cock.
Jiyong moaned at the light headed feeling Seunghyun gave him. His cock, untouched and bobbing, sticky with paint, was drooling with precum. Jiyong wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted to do it with his Hyung.
He kept whining and did not pause his bouncing, not caring if he felt a little strain in his thighs. Seunghyun's pleasure was his main priority.
He could feel his lover’s cock throb along with his own, they were close.
There was an understanding in their gazes, the pair was going to climax together.
Seunghyun and Jiyong moaned each other’s names, their orgasms following close behind. In a last ditch effort, the smaller man faced his lover. Jiyong squirted paint all over the two of them as they reached their peak. His cum mixed with the hues of their art.
The pair laid on their canvas, the center of their masterpiece.
Pink and turquoise plashes, splotches, and swirls adorned their art. It was more than art to them, it was their love.
Seunghyun gradually stilled, he carefully pulled out but remained close, easing them down onto their sides without breaking contact. Jiyong curled instinctively against him, cheek resting over Seunghyun’s heart. The rhythm beneath his ear was steady, grounding.
They laid there, on their sides, facing each other, still tangled. Chest rising up and down as they tried to calm down their panting.
The room had fallen into a softened hush after the first rush of heat, the air still warm and faintly charged, but no longer frantic. Jiyong’s hand rested over Seunghyun’s chest, fingers splayed, feeling each beat. His own chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his hair damp at the temples, eyes half-lidded as he mindlessly traced his finger on the painted skin, doodling shapes over the other’s beating heart.
Seunghyun, on the other hand, was trying to slow his panting, holding the other close to his sweaty body. He pressed a lingering kiss onto Jiyong’s hair, his embrace tightening just slightly before settling again.
Under the dim light, he observed Jiyong’s body, it was covered in paint, with marks of possession left from the pink handprints dotted all over his body. Seunghyun’s love.
Seunghyun brushed his thumb along Jiyong’s cheek, slow enough that it felt like he was tracing porcelain, memorizing the curve beneath his touch.
Jiyong is so gorgeous. Even with all the sticky paint coloring his body, messy hair, blotchy eyes with all the crying he did during their coming together, and even with half of his face mushed with pink and turquoise paint.
Seunghyun held him closer, holding his chin up to kiss him once more, never really having enough of his lover. As they parted they held each other gazes, clear infatuation reading between their eyes, filled with pure love for each other.
The silence between them wasn’t empty; it was thick with breath and shared awareness. When Seunghyun leaned down again, it was unhurried, his lips finding Jiyong’s in a kiss that lingered, soft and deliberate. Jiyong responded immediately, hands sliding up Seunghyun’s back, fingertips spreading as if to anchor him there.
Jiyong was not in a better position. He was trying to soak up every affection the older one was giving him, but also trying to reciprocate it tenfold. He held Seunghyun’s face in his hands, consequently painting his handsome face with turquoise hue.
There was no teasing smile now, no playful edge, just something open and unguarded.
Jiyong silently raised his leg on Seunghyun’s hip to better let him access as he felt him carefully easing back inside him, hissing as he bottomed out.
Seunghyun caressed his thigh before hooking his arm under his knee to get even deeper, moaning at the tight clench Jiyong had around his cock.
This time they didn’t rush. There were no words, no whispered names; only the language of touch and breath and steady movement. Seunghyun kept the pace measured, deliberate, as if savoring each second rather than chasing the end.
The earlier urgency had burned away the hesitation between them; what remained now was gentleness, a kind of reverence.
They languidly moved, exchanging slow kisses as they rocked their bodies together, Seunghyun’s movements patient and protective. Jiyong’s lashes fluttered, a faint tremor passing through him before he relaxed, trusting, allowing himself to be guided. Quiet moans and groans filled the little space between them.
Seunghyun paused after every small shift, forehead resting briefly against Jiyong’s, as though listening to something deeper than sound.
Their breathing mingled, warm and synchronized, and the rhythm they found was slow enough to feel every inch of contact, every subtle change in pressure.
Jiyong’s arms circled his shoulders, fingers sliding into the sweaty dark hair, not to hurry him but to keep him close, to feel the weight and warmth of him.
Their eyes met again, and something unspoken passed; gratitude and wonder.
Seunghyun cupped Jiyong’s face, thumb brushing over the curve of his lower lip before leaning down to kiss him again, deeper this time but still slow, still tender.
Jiyong answered with equal softness, their mouths moving together as if relearning each other at a gentler tempo.
The world outside the room felt impossibly distant; there was only the warmth of skin, the steady press of bodies moving as one. Seunghyun shifted slightly, changing the angle with care, watching Jiyong’s expression for the faintest sign of discomfort, easing when he saw only openness there.
The rhythm deepened, still unhurried, each motion flowing into the next like a tide that refused to rush. Jiyong’s breathing grew heavier, lips parted, eyes slipping closed as sensation built slowly, steadily. Seunghyun pressed a kiss to his brow, then to the corner of his mouth, as though grounding him, reminding him he was there.
The silence remained intact, but it was alive, filled with small sounds, soft sighs, the squelch of paint in time with the clap of skin against skin. Seunghyun’s hands moved up to Jiyong’s sides, smoothing over warmth and dampness, memorizing him in the dim light.
Jiyong arched subtly into the touch, seeking more closeness rather than more speed. That seemed to guide Seunghyun’s movements even further into tenderness; he slowed again, drawing out each motion until it felt almost suspended in time. Their foreheads touched once more, breath shared, noses brushing lightly. It felt less like an act and more like an embrace that happened to move.
The rising warmth between them came gradually, spreading through limbs and chest alike, until it felt impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Jiyong’s hands slid down to Seunghyun’s waist, holding him there, keeping him anchored in that steady rhythm.
Seunghyun’s gaze softened as he watched the subtle shifts in Jiyong’s expression: the way his brows knit faintly, the way his lips parted in a silent gasp before easing into a breathy exhale.
He adjusted again, gentler still, as if cradling something precious. The second crest approached not as a sudden blaze but as a quiet swell, a tightening warmth that wrapped around them both. Seunghyun leaned down, capturing Jiyong’s lips in another slow kiss as the tension peaked, swallowing the soft sounds that escaped. Jiyong clung to him, arms secure around his shoulders, body moving in perfect sync.
It didn’t take long for the both of them to finally reach their second climax, gasping their names. A shudder passed between them like a current. Seunghyun held him tightly through it, face pressed into the curve of Jiyong’s neck, breathing uneven but controlled. They didn’t separate immediately.
Seunghyun’s fingers traced slow patterns along Jiyong’s back, soothing and absentminded, as though reluctant to let the moment fade. Their breathing slowed in tandem, returning to calm. No words were exchanged, but none were needed. The quiet held them gently, as if honoring what had just unfolded.
And in that wordless closeness, wrapped together beneath the dim glow, the second time felt less like passion and more like something sacred, an unspoken promise held in the steady warmth of shared skin and breath.
Witnessing such a vision in person, of what he believed to be God’s most perfect creation in all of his creations, Seunghyun felt an overwhelming urge to immortalize Jiyong in marble, to preserve that flawless beauty for eternity. A commissioned statue of the younger… that might be his next surprise? Who knows.
To be granted the chance to love the blessing standing before him was more than he had ever dared to ask for. He would remain forever grateful to whatever divine force was up there who had placed them in the same lifetime, on the same planet. It was the greatest gift he could ever receive, and by some miracle, Jiyong had deemed him worthy enough to reciprocate his love.
His chest tightened from all the overwhelming emotions he was feeling at that moment. He parted his lips to say something, finding a knot lodge in his throat, he gulped.
“I love you” he said breathlessly.
Jiyong’s gaze melted at the tender confession, feeling the love in between the words seeping right through his veins and settling warmly in his heart.
“I love you too”
—
After their night, Jiyong had to take three days off of work.
His reason? He was suddenly sick.
Nobody really questioned it. Who they were when it came to G-Dragon’s decisions.
But the guys, particularly Taeyang, had a vague idea of the real reason behind his sudden disappearance, but for the sake of his mental sanity he won’t pry for any more explanations.
Now their home has a new painting on display!
When Daesung came to visit his sick Hyung, he immediately noticed the new acquisition hanging on one of their vast livingroom's walls.
“Hyung, is that new? I don't think I ever saw that before" coming closer to the piece, he inspected it with curious eyes.
Seunghyun hid his smug smirk in the cup of coffee he was intent on drinking. He watched Jiyong blush and stammer out an answer.
“It's… it's a custom painting!”
“Oh~ I get it. It's beautiful, Hyung!” Daesung innocently complimented. Seunghyun snickered as Jiyong flushed even more and mumbly thanked the maknae.
"Who's the artist?" At that, Seunghyun choked on his coffee and Jiyong was afraid he might have cooked his brain with the heat that covered his blushing face, even reaching to his neck.
“Choi.” Jiyong said after Daesung left hours later. “You take that painting down.”
“I think it looks nice!” The man in question fired back with a satisfied smile.
The painting was then moved to their bedroom after both their parents asked about it during their family gathering.