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Yeosang hears the door of the bedroom creak open, followed by a thud and Jongho cursing under his breath, trying to be quiet. He failed at that. Yeosang can already picture his boyfriend grimacing in pain, probably having stubbed his toe against the furniture.
He tries to muffle the giggle that wants to escape at the mental picture, not wanting to give himself away just yet.
After a while, careful footsteps approach the bed, and he forces his breathing to even despite the thunderous riot inside his ribcage. Yeosang’s rather surprised Jongho can't hear it and claim it already, loud as it is in his own ears. He adds a light snore to hide it, nevertheless.
He doesn't know why he's pretending to be asleep, but something inside him tells him to keep pretending for a little while longer. So he continues to breathe in and out as the mattress dips slightly under Jongho's weight.
His presence fills the space immensely, looming on top of Yeosang. It's heavy and tangible, familiar and real. It makes Yeosang's heartbeat skip leniently until it somersaults dangerously when his boyfriend's breath fans against his warm cheek. The cold tip of his nose nudges against his temple afterwards, soft lips brushing softly at the corner of his parted lips.
Yeosang can't control the tugging of a smile from forming anymore, his posture shifting from a false pretence of sleeping to a fit of giddy giggles that make him shudder.
"Jongho, that tickles," he whispers, playfully elbowing Jongho away before dipping further into the comfort of their bed.
"You little brat, you're awake!" Jongho fakes an indignant gasp of surprise. Yeosang lets out another giggle before Jongho sprawls on top of him, huffing the air out of his lungs at the sudden weight. "You ruined my vibe. I wanted to wake you up with kisses and cuddles."
"You can still wake me with kisses and cuddles," Yeosang returns rapidly, blushing slightly. "I'll pretend to be asleep again. Here, hear me snore."
He drops his head back into the pillow and pretends to snore, this time as loud as a train. Jongho's chuckle reverberates through his chest and into Yeosang's back, making his stomach flip funnily.
"Look", Yeosang peeks from one eye, catching Jongho staring at him adoringly. His breath hitches in his throat. He clears it as he returns to pretending to be asleep. "I'm sleeping. Sound asleep.”
Jongho shuffles and rolls away from Yeosang's body. Yeosang groans, already missing the heat of Jongho’s body and weight on top of his. He might be unconsciously pouting. Then, gentle fingers caress his face, so soft and gentle, Yeosang halts and lets each trace raise goosebumps all over him.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Jongho whispers next to his ear, breath hot and intoxicating. Yeosang immediately tenses up. He stops breathing as those fingers trail down his jaw, his neck and his naked shoulder. Jongho's nails scrape gently on his arms until he grabs his hand, clasping their fingers together. "Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty.”
"You said kisses and cuddles," Yeosang comments breathily, still not opening his eyes. "Where are the kisses?"
He hears his boyfriend snort and then feels his lips kiss his tender skin on his neck, right there where his blood courses, pulsing with the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat.
"So impatient. I'm getting there," Jongho comments, his voice a simple croak that gets lost in the night as Yeosang feels him now trailing kisses up up up until Yeosang can't wait much longer and captures his teasing lips.
The sight that escapes his mouth is almost inhumane, and Jongho's chuckle against his lips only entices him further.
“Couldn't wait, hum?” Jongho says lightly, barely breaking the kiss as Yeosang moves on the bed. He lies down on his back so Jongho can have easier access to his mouth.
“I’m taking what I was promised,” Yeosang replies impishly, fingers digging into his boyfriend's collar to flush him against his chest so he could deepen the kiss.
“You’re killing my romance.” Jongho nibbles on Yeosang's bottom lip lightly before he purchases one more kiss. This one was hungrier and more desperate than even Yeosang had stolen.
"Jongho," he almost cries, not entirely sure why he sounds so desperate when Jongho is giving him exactly what he wants.
But when he feels his boyfriend’s hands begin to slowly circle the soft skin of his stomach, Yeosang's whimper reaches a new level of desperation that shakes him from within.
"Jongho!"
He wraps his arms around Jongho's neck and brings him further down on him, kissing his boyfriend with nothing but pure hunger. The air around them heats, sizzling with each intake of breath when they pull apart for mere seconds only to dive into each other's touch again. One would say they were touch-starved.
But then Jongho is pulling away, breathless and panting and leaving Yeosang completely undone and craving more. He was on the brink of begging at that point.
"Nope, not yet," Jongho says, adjusting his weight next to Yeosang and stealing a glance at their bedside table clock.
Yeosang groans, hands roaming under Jongho's shirt (he had somehow and unconsciously managed to rumple his boyfriend's perfectly tucked-in shirt in his frenzy). He teases one scratch before his hands are rapidly trapped in Jongho’s fist outside the shirt.
“What do you mean?” Yeosang manages to ask. His voice betrays him, sounding too whiny in his ears, almost petulant.
"It's still too early."
"Too early?" Yeosang stares at him in the dimness of the room, a beam of moonlight the only light filtered through the window and cascading around his boyfriend. "Early for what?"
"Your birthday, silly.” Jongho gives him a knowing smirk, one that does strange things to Yeosang's body. “It's too early for your gift.”
"My gift?" Yeosang asks in a croak, heart beginning to thrum even harder against his ribcage.
Jongho's chuckle sounds purposefully sensual, a rumble that vibrates through the air and hits Yeosang's skin like a hot poker. He almost wheezes, almost cries out as Jongho places a fingertip over his lips, hushing him quietly as he rests his head over Yeosang's shoulder.
"Don't worry, you'll like it," Jongho comments amusingly, tracing Yeosang's lips with the pad of his finger and then settling in the circle of Yeosang's arms. "But you'll have to wait. Now it's cuddle time."
"Jongho!" Yeosang complains, squirming under his weight. "You can't fake waking me, tease me and edge me like this only to leave me waiting afterwards. Come on!"
"It's not midnight yet," Jongho replies, laughing quietly as Yeosang huffs in exasperation. "I'll give it to you at exactly midnight."
"Can't I have it now, though?" Yeosang asks hopefully.
"Nope!"
"Pretty please?" he begs, knowing his imploring voice usually did the trick.
"No, stop asking," Jongho throws back firmly.
"Oh, come on." Yeosang wants to cross his arms and sulk at Jongho. But all he does is the equivalent of stomping his foot by hitting his heel on the mattress.
"You'll get it at midnight." Jongho's tone is steadfast, albeit diverted.
"I hate you, Choi Jongho," Yeosang says, exhaling in frustration as his boyfriend tightens his arms around his torso and just… laughs. At his misery.
"You won't hate me that much in fifteen minutes.” Jongho's tone is seductive, a not-so-secret desire burning behind his words, and Yeosang sighs, giving into it and letting that want skim through the surface until midnight comes.
“You’re lucky because I could never hate you,” is all Yeosang returns with, what he hopes is a nonchalant shrug of one shoulder. “So that gift better be worth it.”
Jongho's chuckle tickles Yeosang's chest, and it raises goosebumps all over his skin. “Trust me, it'll totally be worth it.”