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When Yohan said they would be acquiring winter house, the first thought that had come to Gaon's mind had been a cute little cabin by the mountains, surrounded by pine trees, white landscapes everywhere he looked, frosty grass and winter creatures running around.
Knowing Yohan, who has a thing for the dramatics, Gaon had been expecting something pulled straight out of a winter fairy tale.
But nothing and he means nothing could have prepared him for what he got instead. An imposing structure, solid; tall walls lined with a quarry stone the color of sand that reminded Gaon of The Flintstones. Ornamented windows and a driveway made of black cobblestones to not get lost among the snow. It wasn't just a winter house, it was a winter manor.
The insides were just as impressive, open spaces, softness in every corner. A bookshelf with copies of all their favorite books and a fireplace that promised a warm, cozy night curled up on the couch, wrapped up in blankets… Gaon could almost smell the sweetness of the hot chocolate.
The mountains were there, of course, in all their magnificent glory, bordering the house like in a snowy dream. And Gaon was in love.
Being there with Yohan, just the two of them, for a whole week, was a dream in itself.
Gaon's lips turn into a smile when he hears the balcony's french doors opening and closing. Yohan's familiar scent traveling to fill his senses with the sharp cold wind.
His smile only gets wider as Yohan wraps his arms around his waist. Gaon clutches tighter around the mug of tea in his hands, half empty and getting colder by the second.
"Please tell me you like it." Yohan says, leaning his head against the side of Gaon's.
"I do. It's… beautiful." Gaon nods, reclining further back onto Yohan's chest.
"Good. I was afraid it would be too much." Yohan lets out a small sigh, eyes fixing on the distance, where a flock of birds fly over the mountain range
Gaon chuckles, smiles at the audacity. "No you were not."
"I was not." Yohan admits easily, tightening his hold around Gaon's waist.
"Has Elijah been here?" Gaon asks after a moment of blissful silence, where the only sound that could be heard was that of nature: birds, the river nearby, the wind through the trees.
Yohan shakes his head. "I just bought it last week. For you. Happy anniversary." He says, pressing his lips on the base of Gaon's neck.
"Oh, Iㅡ" Gaon gasps when Yohan bites on his earlobe, "I didn't get you anythingㅡ stop, it's distracting." But Gaon tilts his head to the side, baring the column of his neck for Yohan to do as he pleases.
He leaves the mug over the stone railing when his body begins to shiver under Yohan's purposeful ministrations.
"This right here is enough."
"Yeah?" Gaon closes his eyes, sighing contentedly as Yohan trails little pecks all along his neck. "We're alone." He suddenly says, remembering it's just the two of them in the house. Them and nature around them. "Let me just," Gaon turns around in Yohan's arms, pulling back just enough to have access between them. He fiddles with the buttons of Yohan's pants as their lips meet in a soft kiss.
"Shall we play a little?" Yohan asks, the teasing tone and the thumb brushing over Gaon's lower lip making him giggle.
Gaon pushes him back playfully and Yohan stumbles, grinning when he understands Gaon's intentions. The younger pushes and pushes until they fall onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs, sloppy kisses and wandering hands.
Happy anniversary, indeed.