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Summer had come, a bright and brilliant kind that glared from the sky. Taeyong was over at Doyoung’s apartment today, no plans but to enjoy each other’s company, a safe presence at their sides called love that floated like the heat of a fireplace, light and rising with the smoke, ephemeral. But the pair could never imagine a life without the other now, a single breath always came with the knowledge that they were known, they were loved by an kindred soul.
"Taeyong!” Doyoung nudged the man digging his chin into his shoulder to wake him up. His arms were encircled around Taeyong’s waist, nestling together on the sofa of his apartment, the TV screen playing some trashy drama neither of them cared about as white noise to the afternoon, little shrieks of the cliched hajima! as the main lead grabbed onto his girlfriend’s arm.
Taeyong groaned. June felt like it had just begun—hard to believe it wasn’t still winter, where he was still pining after the most handsome man he’d ever seen—and the sun bore down like a menace, everything covered in sticky, terrible heat. The only reason they were cuddling right now was that Taeyong always had the temperature an ice cube, Doyoung’s one relief from the world. “Ngh. What?”
“Don’t you know what day it is?” Doyoung shifted slightly, so that they were face to face.
The date escaped him. Taeyong hummed, waiting for Doyoung to fill in the answer.
“Father’s Day!” He gave him a playful sort of push, gripping Taeyong shoulder to feel the lean muscle beneath his thin cotton shirt.
“Ah… oh shit.” Taeyong scrambled to sit up, patting the pillows around him for his phone that had fallen somewhere. “Fuuuck, I gotta call my dad… where is it…”
Doyoung pulled out a phone from under his torso. “Here. But before you do that, aren’t you forgetting another thing first?”
Taeyong widened his eyes. Another thing? Just how smooth is my brain?
Laughing as he saw the expression spread across Taeyong’s face, Doyoung propped himself up by the elbows to look at him more clearly.
“Yep. Very important. Very major. Terrible consequences if you’ve forgotten this. I especially will be incredibly disappointed in you.”
“Yeah, I got nothing,” Taeyong said, “Agh, please just tell me before my mother drives down here to guilt me in person.”
Doyoung reached out a hand to pull Taeyong down, having him crash down to land with his cheek against his chest and fluffed up his hair, the bleached strands fine and silky on his fingertips. His breath was hot as he whispered, “what about me?”
Taeyong blinked. “… you? But-” he tensed on Doyoung’s body, then immediately sat up again to grab a couch cushion and press his face against it, hoping to hide the apple-red flush across his cheeks, a juicy, tender bite, understanding colliding into him like a waterfall. Doyoung… Father’s Day… daddy… “I called you that once!”
Breath a little hot, Doyoung smiled, mischief a glass case, putting all pearly-white teeth on display. “But it was amazing~“ he said with his stupid grin, “hands down, the best moment of my life.”
“Best moment of your life, how lovely.” Taeyong muttered to himself, “not worth it all, considering how much you bully me over one slip up!”
Doyoung arched an eyebrow. “A slip up? You sounded super into it to me!”
You were balls deep in me at the time, of course I was into it! But don’t bring that up now, when we were just talking about my actual dad!
“Wait. That was the best moment of your life? Not when you met me? Not when we kissed on New Year’s?” Taeyong was incredulous, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout.
At least Doyoung had the shame to look sheepish, though his sly smile only seemed to grow larger. How could Taeyong ever have called him a bunny? Such a sweet, darling creature should never have had its name tarnished by a cunning little fox demon like Doyoung, who gobbled up innocent kittens like Taeyong for breakfast. “Aw, come on, Taeyong~“ he whined. “I reminded you to call your dad. Isn’t that worth something?” He leaned forward, and Taeyong couldn’t decide if he wanted to smack or kiss that shit-eating grin off his face.
Taeyong sighed and pulled on the collar of Doyoung’s shirt, crashing their lips together with little warning besides a roll of his eyes. His touch was so plump and soft against Taeyong’s, tender even as Doyoung pushed towards him, offering a playful swipe of hot tongue and teeth when hearing Taeyong let out a breath. A tingle went down his spine, dancing, like a whole ballet performing on his back.
“Mmm.” Taeyong said against Doyoung lips, wrapping arms around his neck, letting his hands rest of the back of Doyoung’s head with a fistful of his night-black hair, yanking Doyoung closer towards him with satisfaction.
Doyoung thumbed of Taeyong’s ear, rolling the delicate shell between his fingers. His other hand was resting on its favorite place—Taeyong’s astonishingly slim waist—and holding firmly.
Liquid excitement pooling in his stomach, Taeyong went to move his hand from Doyoung’s hair downwards, creeping down his neck and further, dipping under his shirt collar, damp and a bit sticky from sweat, and feeling the hot skin beneath it, pale and soft, and all it’s hills and valleys of elegant collarbone. He knew Doyoung’s chest like the back of his hand by now, but he could never get enough of the skin that spanned between those broad shoulders, often decorated with a necklace’s delicate silver chain like the ribbon to a present.
“Doyoung,” Taeyong pulled away enough to speak coherently, with a slight pant, a thin sliver of spit like a spider’s silk connecting their lips. “Can we-”
Taeyong’s ringtone began to play.
♪ Stand by my side even as another day / Another day, another day passes ♪
“Who…” Taeyong trailed off as he read the caller ID, the delicious quaking fear of a wild deer coloring his eyes and draining his face.
“My dad is gonna kill me!”