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Jake had just finished with the laundry when he heard the front door open and a sluggish Heeseung walked into the door. He couldn’t help but smile fondly seeing his partner let the courageous act fall apart the moment the home air hits his face— but this time, it felt foreign. It seemed different. Heeseung wasn’t just tired, he seemed lost.
“Hi, baby,” Jake greeted, taking Heeseung’s bag off his shoulders but before he could swing it on his own, or even put it away, Heeseung tangled himself in Jake’s embrace. If Jake didn’t know any better, he would have been confused and panic; but he knew perfectly well what this is, and instead of pestering Heeseung to open up, he left the bag on the floor as both his hands went up to hold Heeseung’s waist. He hugged Heeseung tightly as he felt warmth slowly absorb into his shirt, specifically in the area Heeseung was resting his head against.
Something was definitely wrong, but Jake wouldn’t pry unless he needed to. To which he possibly will have to. Heeseung is just that person that needs a little nudge before he opens up— not that he won’t, he absolutely would— but it takes immense patience and the right coaxing to make him open up. A way that only Jake knows how.
Right now, Jake figured he would just coddle Heeseung and have them talk in the morning. They both have half-day schedules tomorrow, so they would have time, Jake figured. Today, he wants to take care of Heeseung in the best way possible. He wants to unravel Heeseung, pull every knot in his muscles and cut every string that is holding him up like a puppet.
Jake wanted Heeseung to fall apart because he knew how long and intense work had been on him. He wanted to peel Heeseung’s skin like an onion, until all that is left was his heart under the cracks of his ribs. It wasn’t like Jake wants the worst to happen to Heeseung, but at times like this, that is exactly what Heeseung needs.
To be spoiled, and to be seen.
It would take a lot in Heeseung to loosen his bolts and come undone, but Jake makes it seem so simple like he was born to do so. With every nudge, comes the submission. Jake wants to undo the knots and hold Heeseung through the night, and that is exactly what is going to happen.
“I love you,” Jake whispered as he pulled Heeseung’s face to look at him. “I love you so much, okay? Let’s get you taken care of.”
Jake lead the way to the kitchen, making a detour to the living room and left Heeseung’s bag on the loveseat. Jake held Heeseung’s hand tighter when he heard a soft sniffle make its way out of Heeseung’s nose. It wasn’t like the house was unfamiliar, they had been living together for over six years. But Jake knew, and Heeseung knew too, that his mind currently is under maintenance, and he needs someone to walk through the cracks with a light and make him seen.
Jake would do it for him— at every given chance there is.
“Let’s get you something to eat, okay?” Jake kissed Heeseung’s knuckles. He pulled the chair for Heeseung to sit, but the moment Jake pulls away, Heeseung cries earnestly. “Hey, hey.. I’m right here, aren’t I? I’m still here.”
“Don’t g–go.. Hold me..”
Jake’s heart swells as his face softens in tenderness. Heeseung is just so easy to love. A little confusing for someone not used to it, but Jake is never unfamiliar with it. Jake owned every part of Heeseung, and Heeseung lets him do anything to himself. It was easy, and Jake makes it so simple— like it’s second nature.
“But how am I going to cook you dinner, baby?”
Heeseung whines, wiping his tears with his sleeves and getting snot all over it. He shrugged and thumped his foot against the floor. He doesn’t know how, and Jake wishes he could keep Heeseung this pretty forever. Even with his tears crusting up his hair, and dried mucus against his hoodie sleeves.
“Don’t leave me,” Heeseung sighs.
“You can see me the entire time.”
“I want you to hold me..”
“But—”
“Hyungie..”
Jake sighed, but he couldn’t help but smile. “How about you sit on the counter?”
Heeseung took a while to reconsider. It doesn’t sound so bad, at least they would only be a meter apart from each other max. But Heeseung wants to constantly hold Jake, wants to hold his hand, have his lips kissed, have himself talked to. He wants to hear Jake’s soft voice, humming or crooning. Heeseung wants.. he just wants… he wants—
“Want you close.”
“I’ll hold you every chance I get, hm?”
After a while, Heeseung finally settles. Letting Jake pull him up against the counter as he prepares the ramen and eggs, something that doesn’t require cutting anything, and Jake mastered the ability to crack open an egg with one hand. Heeseung is endeared that Jake follows his preferred cooking style, squeezing Jake’s hand at every given possibility there is.
“You’re so fussy, baby,” Jake laughed as he brushed his thumb against Heeseung’s cheek, waiting for the noodles to boil. “What do I do with you?”
“Kiss,” Heeseung said.
“I gave you like.. a hundred—”
“Kiss!”
Jake chuckled, pulling him in for a deep kiss. They almost entirely forgot the ramen until they heard the boiled broth almost spill over the pot. “You’re distracting me,” Jake said, and Heeseung whined in embarrassment.
They spent dinner eating directly from the pot. Jake decided today won’t have any rules as they would talk through things when Heeseung is ready. Now— is not the right time at all. Dinner was mostly quiet. Jake fed Heeseung while he seats on his lap, even when there were three other chairs for him to sit.
Jake washed the pots and chopsticks while Heeseung clung onto him like a koala. It was hard to move around, certainly. But the extra weight on his waist gives him a sense of grounding too. The thought of Heeseung trusting him this much is giving him extra pride points, and he is collecting it as much as he could.
“Don’t you want to take a bath with me, sweetheart?” Jake asked, voice gentle but thick with authority. A significance of how even when there’s an option in his question, everything has already been decided; that with every small murmur Heeseung lets out, it wouldn’t be mistaken as anything other than yes and i trust you.
The certainty in the way Jake words his sentences makes the stiffness and strain in his muscles melt and retract, full-on relaxing and without a doubt, always the right answer.
They stood in front of the full-sized mirror, staring at each other’s reflection as Jake wrapped his arms around Heeseung’s lean waist. He started planting kisses at the back of his partner’s ears, slowly trailing to the nape of his neck and to his clavicles. His hands traced deliberately across Heeseung’s arms, every touch sends a shiver down his spine, goosebumps erect in cold sweat. “I want you,” Heeseung whispers as he closes his eyes. More like a mumble, but given the proximity of their space, Jake heard him loud and clear.
“You have me.”
Jake unzips Heeseung’s hoodie from the back, maintaining eye contact with each other through their reflection. Heeseung feels like he could melt, like his knees would buckle if Jake says another word.
The pull of the hoodie off his shoulders was full of patience, even when Heeseung’s skin was burning in need and eagerness to have skin to skin contact. Once the hoodie is off and left on the floor, Jake unbuttons and pulls the zip of his jeans with gentleness that Heeseung could never think was possible. Too intentional, very calculated. Everything is so endeared, that Heeseung could never not fall for Jake.
“Lift,” Jake said, signaling Heeseung to step out of his jeans. “Up again,” and Heeseung does it for the other foot as well. They did it again for his boxers, and when they’re done taking off Heeseung’s socks and accessories— followed by a peck on each knuckle— Jake turned him around to study his face.
Heeseung couldn’t help but blush, mumbling a soft stop it as the deep eye contact was too much for a shy boy like him to withstand.
The journey to the shower was a mere 10 step walk, but with the kissing, and stumbling, and Jake’s mess of stripping made Heeseung feel overwhelmed with love and satisfaction.
Jake made sure the water was at the right temperature, holding Heeseung by the waist as he tested the water and letting the warmth dissipate into the air. Heeseung whines when Jake lets his grip loosen a bit, only for Jake to grab their towels closer and reassure him back with, “I’m sorry, I’m still here. You can still see me.”
“Not enough. Need your touch.”
Jake gently pushed Heeseung under the shower, letting their hair get wet and pecking every surface of the elder’s skin. Heeseung’s soft whines turned into moans as Jake kissed his neck with full passion, hands moving to run through his moist hair and tightening his grip every now and then.
Jake shampooed Heeseung’s hair, along with his, rinsing thoroughly to get the suds out and conditioned their hair right after. While it absorbs, Jake traces the shape of Heeseung’s waist to the curve of his ass, earning a soft gasp which turned into an opportunity to make out.
Heeseung was shy— he always is. Jake could unravel him ten times a day yet still feel his face warm up in blush when the latter stares at him for a little over three seconds.
Their tongues overlapped. Heeseung’s hands find their way and rested against Jake’s chest as his curves were tightly grabbed. His breathing turned into whines and whimpers, embarrassment gone when he felt Jake moan against his lips and index finger hover his hole.
Heeseung sighs in disappointment when the pressure was lifted, and Jake guides him under the shower head to rinse the remaining conditioner. Jake murmured encouragements, soft whispers of “nice job, baby” and “always so good for me”.
Heeseung’s skin was still burning to be touched, and Jake knew it all too well. He pressed his finger against Heeseung’s rim again, pulling in for a kiss and holding him upright before his knees buckled in submission. “Can I?” Jake asked.
Heeseung nodded fast, like an eager puppy, “Y-Yes,” he breathes in arousal. He leans his head against Jake’s shoulder and brings his knees upwards to lean at an angle; to ease Jake’s hands tracing over his pretty parts.
The first press inside his walls made Heeseung’s eyes cross, lips searching for something to kiss even when they were numb from the constant friction. He softly bit Jake’s shoulders— too soft for him to even feel a thing. But Heeseung bit regardless, to contain himself, to suppress his desperation even when Jake doesn’t mind him falling apart.
Each knuckle inserted in his hole made him lose his mind. “More, hyung… m–more..” Heeseung begged, but Jake took all his time working one finger in. Scraping his walls and feeling every muscle contract. Minutes pass and Heeseung abandoned all the shyness, full on moaning and chanting Jake’s name like a prayer. He came in a sudden gush, and started panicking.
His legs trembled, his lips wobbled. He held Jake’s wrist that was busy working their way in his hole, shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Heeseung pulled Jake’s hand out of his ass, intertwining their fingers and letting his slick coat his own fingers. “I– I’m sorry, didn’t mean to cum. Didn’t get.. no permission. I–”
“Baby, baby..” Jake called, wrapping his fingers tightly around Heeseung’s. “You have my permission, you are allowed to come at any time,” Jake kissed away his tears.
A long pause filled the air as Heeseung’s tears slowly stopped flowing and his breathing stabilized. “Mad at me?”
“I could never be mad at you, princess.”
Heeseung gasped, eyebrows rose in shock and eyes wide in confusion. He had never addressed personally how much he loved the nickname, but he had always been liking posts with captions about being called pretty and princess.
“You like that?” Jake teased. “Wanna be my princess?”
Heeseung nodded, wet hair bouncing against his forehead and lips pursed for a peck— served immediately by yours truly.
“Then let me make your wishes come true, hm?”
Jake pushed his fingers back in, letting Heeseung sigh at the friction and close his eyes to savour the moment. When Jake pushed a second finger, his eyes shot up and eyebrows knitted, moaning in sincerity as the contact was insane to withhold. “Come on, princess. One more. Make me proud.”
It didn’t take much for Heeseung to completely fail his limbs, head finding its way again to Jake’s shoulder and his hands wrapped tightly around Jake’s wrist. When Jake teases him by slowing down his rhythm, Heeseung whines and takes his own initiative to fuck Jake’s hand in his cunt.
“Look at you, falling apart from your own doings. Aren’t you just a good girl, hm?” Jake tested the waters, he knew using new terms was going to overwhelm Heeseung but seeing how his body reacted to it, Jake smiled in amusement. “Such a perfect little princess for me.”
It was no lie that Jake was rock hard seeing his partner cripple in satiation from fucking himself with his fingers— Jake’s own hand. His cock rested right against Heeseung’s erect one too, precum flooding the tip as the friction makes himself lose control together.
It didn’t take a long time for them to reach their orgasm. Heeseung’s whole body shook and trembled as Jake moaned out loud. Semen mixing with each other’s and coating their stomachs and chests in white.
Heeseung fell pliant again. His limbs felt like jelly and his bones turned into slime. But Jake took it upon him to patiently wash their bodies. He made sure each crevice was cleaned thoroughly, soaped clean with Heeseung’s preferred body wash. The constant care, the soft murmurs of encouragement, and Jake’s calm demeanour made Heeseung feel the love overflow his ears.
“So good for me, aren’t you?”
Heeseung nodded.
They walked out the shower and Jake wiped their bodies down, closing the toilet seat to let Heeseung sit as he dried his hair. The elder was drifting off, feeling himself get swayed even further with each scratch against his scalp.
They walked out the toilet hand in hand, Jake dimmed the lights as to how Heeseung usually likes it.
“What do you want to wear, baby? My clothes?”
Heeseung shook his head.
“Yours?”
Heeseung shook his head again. Jake couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Naked it is,” he pinched Heeseung’s cheeks. “Always a fussy one.”
Time passed as they slowly settle in the middle of the night where Jake finally could let himself loose. Suddenly, he heard soft sniffles come from the boy he was currently snuggling into.
Jake kissed the nape of Heeseung’s neck, feeling the other’s skin tremble as he sucked in a forced breath. His fingers traced shapes across his bare arm, the other— sandwiched between the mattress and his lover— folded closer to pull in Heeseung tighter against his chest.
He let Heeseung softly cry out the mess. Jake continued kissing, tracing, humming and mumbling in soft tunes as Heeseung slowly became a puddle of melted goo in his embrace. Jake was endeared, though he was still rather lost because between sobs, he heard Heeseung softly mumble the words near and too far. The latter was missing Jake, missing too much, needing more and more that Jake couldn’t help but fall in love deeper.
“What’s the matter, hm?”
Jake helped Heeseung turn to face him, immediately wrapping both his arms around his waist and kissing away the dampness gathered on the elder’s drenched cheeks. Jake repeated the question a few times, voice going smaller and smaller each time it was sounded. Heeseung just.. cries, and sobs, and sniffles and sighs, hands miserably rubbing his cheeks a little too harshly in frustration from wanting a lot and needing too much. Jake had to pull his hands away— so softly Heeseung could cry harder. Interlocking their fingers, Jake kissed Heeseung’s knuckles with soft reassurances.
Heeseung melted in the arms of his lover, torn between catching or holding his breath. It feels too much, but Jake was never not patient. He was gentle, deliberate. Every movement was made purely out of love, never out of frustration; and Heeseung never realized it was all that he needed.
He needed grounding, security. He needed the grass between his toes and air expanding lungs. He needed Jake, and Jake.. was right where Heeseung needed.
Jake held Heeseung’s face while the other was holding both of Heeseung’s hands. His thumb was swiftly wiping the warm tears that never seem to stop pouring. Snot was all over, eyelashes that fell was flicked away. Jake was endeared— so in love. Every single emotion Heeseung was presenting was raw and vulnerable and everything seemed so perfect. So beautiful. None of which Jake wanted to disappear. None of which needed to dissipate.
“You’re so perfect like this, baby,” Jake sighed as he smiled. Warm. “I wish I could keep you here with me forever.”
There was no place Heeseung would rather be. For a moment, he thought the rough edges of his world could consistently be sharpened and would only hurt the people around him; but now— with Jake— everything changed. Said edges curved inwards and sawed off, buffed down All there was, is a perfect sphere. Beautiful and exquisite. All in the hands of Jake, Heeseung’s lover.
Heeseung opened his mouth as if trying to sound out something, but the mere eye contact he had with Jake was enough to quiet himself. Jake knew, he always realizes, Heeseung needed encouragement and a little nudge. And that was what he gave.
Jake pulled Heeseung’s hand so his palm was resting against his chest, feeling the soft thrum of his heartbeat behind his ribs.
“I'm not going to leave you,” Jake reassured, voice soft and barely above a whisper. Heeseung let out a breath he was hardly aware he was holding. They fell silent— again. As though they haven't been quiet the entire time.
After a while, Heeseung spoke up. “What if I am the one slipping away?”
“You're not. You're here, with me. And I'm not going to leave you,” Jake left a peck by the side of the other's lip. “Do you feel far away from me?”
Heeseung nodded.
Jake smiled.
“You want me close?”
Heeseung nodded, again.
A silent chuckle crept up Jake’s throat but he swallowed it, seeing how shy Heeseung seemed after admitting it. Sure it was forced out, and it wasn’t that he said it in his own words, but confessing that he wanted Jake closer than they already were was rather embarrassing.
Jake knew what he wanted. Heeseung wanted to feel him inside.
“You want my cock in you, baby?” Jake kissed his reddening cheeks. “Why didn’t you just say it—”
“Hy–eong…” Heeseung slurred. “Don’t. Just..”
Jake chuckled in amusement, coaxing the other to speak up. “I don’t understand what you want.”
The lack of pet names, the missing baby made Heeseung’s eyes well up in tears again, but Jake was quick to kiss his eyelids and wipe them away.
“Please.. Want you,” Heeseung sighed and closed his eyes. “Want to cock warm you. Want you in me, Hyungie.. N–Need.. it. I feel empty.”
Jake shifted slightly and sat up, but Heeseung was quick to whine in fear of being left alone, of being abandoned. He was just so vulnerable and the sudden movements made him believe Jake was going to leave. He was going to walk away once he realizes how bad Heeseung is, how stupid everything was, how ridicu—
“Hey, quit busying that pretty mind of yours,” Jake said, voice soft but firm with authority. “You’re mine, and I’ll always take care of you, okay?”
Heeseung nodded with tears in his eyes.
Jake wrapped his hands around his cock, which was half-hard from seeing just how pretty his lover was. His thumb rubbed his slit a few times as he hissed in sensitivity, pulling Heeseung’s hand that was tucked under his chin to hold Jake's cock tightly. “I’m just getting ready for you.”
The older bit his lip in anticipation, aroused but too tired for sex. His body felt like it had been tossed and broken multiple times, he felt incomplete and missing. He wanted Jake in every way possible— but sex was too much effort.
Slowly he moved his free hand to tap Jake’s cock. Jake released his hand as Heeseung’s movements suggested to let him take the task instead. Either way, Jake had been doing so much. No, he did everything today. Tapping and tracing his fingers across his partner’s cock was the least he could do.
Jake wrapped his hands over Heeseung’s as they looked at each other, pleased and full of love. He leaned close and gave Heeseung a sweet kiss, long and passionate. Their tongues overlapped as they both melted into each other, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in focus and desperation to feel each other. Their hands roam around each other’s bodies, feeling every part inside and out before Jake adjusted his tip against Heeseung’s entrance.
The sudden intrusion pulled Heeseung’s breath away, even when it was slow and half an inch in. Jake pulled away though the other still had his eyes closed, the string of saliva being the evidence of their rightful intimacy.
“M–More. In me,” Heeseung sighed, biting his lip in pain and pleasure. “Please. Now. More.”
His words grew more incoherent, less sense more whines and whimpers. As Jake pushes in deeper, he repeats the two words his brain could hold on too— please and hyung.
Jake loved it. Jake felt like the respect was owned, and he was glad he gained that trust in Heeseung so much so that the honorific rolls off his tongue like second nature. Jake knew with all earnest that Heeseung calls him hyung in a sense of security and protectiveness, something Jake had always told Heeseung time after time that it’s something he will always provide. Heeseung on the other hand, finds the term grounding, loving. A placeholder. An anchor.
“You’re so pretty, baby. So pliant, so sweet. What do I do with you, hm?”
Heeseung was out of breath. Eyes crossed as he looked at Jake, too close to focus but even with some distance, he was still totally out of it to think properly. The younger knew he lost it the moment Heeseung’s lips jutted out further and his eyes start watering again. Too desperate to say no but too beautiful to not have them beg.
“‘yung.. please? Please.. Why not inside? W–,” Heeseung let a shaky breath. Pink lips quivering as he stumbled across each word, trying to find what to say. “Y–You don’t want me?”
Jake winced and knew there was no space to keep teasing Heeseung’s needs. He held Heeseung’s leg and pulled it against his waist, quickly bringing both his hands back to cradle his partner’s face and wipe the border-lined tears, kissing his damp eyelids.
Heeseung whined when he felt Jake’s tip press snugly against his hole, trying to push so he could get more friction but Jake knew— Jake always knows, he needs a little breather. Too far away in submission that a small movement could break him loose.
“Safe word, baby?”
“Peaches.”
Jake smiled in amusement. Proud, and full of love.
Heeseung gasped, full body shaking and nails grabbing Jake’s arms in a motion to steady himself. The inch by inch press of Jake’s strong cock was so delirious, he started shaking in need. Jaw tensed, lips shaking, eyebrows furrowed and eyes fluttered close, trying to understand the sensation. Everything was too much but not enough at the same time. He wanted— no he needed more. More of Jake, more of his dom. He needed to feel skin to skin even when Jake was already tightly wrapped around him.
“Hey, pretty,” Jake called as he slowly peppered kisses around Heeseung’s face, starting from the wrinkles around his temple, all the way to his tightly squeezed eyes and cheeks. Jake softly moaned once he finally bottomed out, biting his lip to remain composed before asking, “Does it hurt?”
Heeseung was hesitant before shaking his head. They did long preparations, Jake fingered him until he turned into goo. There was no way it hurt— except for the fact that the lube was only from Heeseung’s excess slick from the shower; but Heeseung was just so overwhelmed with love. It didn’t hurt, he just needed some time.
“Want me to pull out–”
“No!” Heeseung’s eyes shot open as he looked frantic and scared. Afraid of the separation. He couldn’t bear not having himself stretched open by Jake right now. “Don’t pull out. Please, hyungie. No..”
Jake’s heart faltered when Heeseung’s expression instantly appeared lost, confused. His arms squirm to find a grip on Jake, pupils trembling in fear if he blinked, Jake would disappear. The younger was apologetic and started feeling terrible for ever planting the idea of separating them in Heeseung’s brain.
He spent the next five minutes— maybe it was ten, maybe even longer, trying to kiss the worry away from Heeseung. Each kiss was enveloped with warmth and reassurances, soft lines of i love you and you’re so perfect like this. When he felt the latter’s breath become more stable, he shifted their position so Heeseung was facing his chest.
Everything started becoming softer, and it was as if Heeseung had his mind ran through honey. So thick, and cozy. So familiar in a sense that even being lost was not a worry when Jake was right there with him.
Their arms and legs intertwined, fingers locked in each other’s hair, tracing shapes against cheeks and lips attached to each other like puzzle pieces. Love was everywhere, so prominent that nothing was ever going to separate them— which was true. 200%. Nothing could tear them apart in this moment, not in any other time either.
“I love you, Heeseung,” Jake whispers softly against the elder’s slightly damp hair. “Let’s get some sleep, hm? I love you.”
“Love you,” Heeseung murmured. “Love you forever.”