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Hyeonjun woke up to the bed empty.

This was unusual. Hyeonjun was usually the one to wake up earlier, lazing around in bed a little longer before disturbing and annoying Hyunjoon. Hyunjoon was the lazier one among them, the one who needed more time before actually getting on with his day.

If it were up to him, Hyunjoon would choose to lie in bed for at least an hour before getting up. Mandatory “bed rot” as he called it.

But not today. The space where Hyunjoon lay last night was empty—cold in fact, like it had been empty for quite some time.

Slightly confused and disoriented, Hyeonjun sat up and looked around the room. It was deafeningly quiet. No sounds of running water from the bathroom, or clattering from the kitchen from making breakfast.

This is odd, where is hyung? Hyeonjun thought, searching through the blankets and between pillows, finally finding his phone tucked between their mattress and bed frame.

Wednesday, 24 December 2025
12:24pm

Notification centre?
Empty.

Hyeonjun’s brows furrowed, unlocking his phone to check. No texts, no missed calls from Hyunjoon. Silence.

He looked up at the time again, noticing the date now.

24 December 2025.

Oh, it’s my birthday today. Still doesn’t explain why Hyunjoon was missing so early today. He opened his texts with Hyunjoon, sending a short one.

“hyung, where are you?”

One minute.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Still silent, no response.

Hyeonjun was just about to dial Hyunjoon’s number when he noticed something sticking out of their blanket. A small black rectangle-looking thing, definitely out of place. He turned to his nightstand, grabbed and put on his glasses to have a better look.

A polaroid. That black rectangle was the back of a polaroid.

Why would a polaroid be on our bed? Hyeonjun thought, reaching over to Hyunjoon’s side of the bed to get it. He flipped it around, and a post-it note was stuck on the other side, covering the photo completely.

“happy birthday babie! surprise for you tonight, look around the apartment ;)”

Okay…? Still no explanation for why Hyunjoon was missing, but sure.

Carefully, Hyeonjun peeled off the post-it note to reveal the photo hidden underneath. The moment his eyes caught sight of the photo, his jaw dropped, breath hitched. It was like the polaroid had placed a spell on him, he was unable to tear his eyes off it, completely entranced.

It was a polaroid so he was definitely expecting to see a photo behind the post-it. But never in his imagination did he think it would be that kind of photo.

Nudes. A hard copy one. Printed on a polaroid.

It wasn’t a very explicit one. Not yet… at least. Hyeonjun doesn’t know what’s waiting for him.

The polaroid was rather cute, innocent—almost. Hyunjoon was wearing his favourite cream coloured pajama pants with strawberries and blueberries all over. But under that? The waistband of the pajama pants was folded down a little, exposing a sliver of red.

Red. Hyeonjun’s favourite colour

Hyunjoon had a red thong on. One that Hyeonjun had personally picked out for him when they went Christmas shopping almost three weeks ago. The thong had a slim waistband, the top lined with red frills, making it look sexy yet cute at the same time. It wrapped his hips perfectly, showing off his slutty waist innocently.

Hyeonjun’s grip tightened around the edge of the polaroid, his thumb hovering as if touching it might make it disappear. His face felt warm instantly, his throat tightening like he had forgotten how to breathe properly.

Hyunjoon had always had a way of doing this to him. One look, a small gesture, and suddenly all Hyeonjun’s mind was filled with him.

He glanced at the polaroid again, silently hoping that the longer he stared at it, it would turn into a video instead. A laugh slipped out of him, quiet and disbelieving. He was flustered yet fond of Hyunjoon’s tricks. Trust his boyfriend to turn a simple birthday morning into something that left him staring at a piece of glossy film like it had personally insulted him.

Hyeonjun pressed the photo against his chest, feeling his heart thumping faster now, mind spiralling with questions. What exactly did “look around the apartment” mean? Was this just the beginning?

Hyeonjun turned around and thoroughly scanned their bedroom, a strange pull settling in his chest. Something told him he hadn’t seen everything yet. Sure enough, when he leaned closer to Hyunjoon’s side of the nightstand, he spotted it.

Another polaroid.

This one was half-hidden behind a candle, like it had been tucked there intentionally—half covering the photo. Hyeonjun clicked his tongue softly, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “You’re so annoying,” he murmured, fondness heavy in his voice as he reached for it.

He picked it up, a gasp escaping him immediately.

In the second photo, Hyunjoon wasn’t completely nude. But he was wearing so little cloth on his body, he might as well be.

The photo was taken from a higher angle this time, capturing Hyunjoon’s slim body from his neck down to his thigh. His body arched beautifully, his curves inviting and empty, looking plain without Hyeonjun’s hands there.

The pajama pants were gone now, and the same red thong he was wearing was now in full sight. The thong was small, barely offering coverage. Hyunjoon’s cock was tucked comfortably in the thong—even though his cock was small, it wasn’t fully covered, the pinkish glistening tip visibly peeking out from above. He had a matching red bralette on top, his left nipple exposed from the way he pulled it down, intentionally exposing the pink and already swollen bud.

Hyeonjun’s body reacted before his brain did. Something stood hard under his sweatpants. Maybe it's the effect of the polaroid on him, maybe it’s because he just woke up. Either way, he’s hard.

“Fuck… hyung, you can’t do this to me,” Hyeonjun whined to himself, turning to shove his head into the pillows and pulling the blanket over himself in frustration. The polaroid remained tightly gripped in his hand, but he was careful not to bend it while he was having his meltdown.

The grip Hyunjoon had on him was insane. A simple polaroid like this effortlessly threw Hyeonjun off balance. It wasn’t just the picture. It was the idea of it. Of Hyunjoon thinking of him, planning this, playing with his reactions, knowing exactly how to make his heart race without even being there.

The way Hyunjoon’s body arched, the picture perfectly angled, Hyeonjun could imagine Hyunjoon’s giggles when he took the picture. Plus the fact that Hyunjoon put on that newest set of lingerie which Hyeonjun was obsessed with? He knew what he was doing. And it was working.

After a few more seconds of mulling over what he just saw, Hyeonjun sat up slowly, the blanket falling off his shoulders. His hands were still a little shaky as he set both polaroids down on the nightstand, in hopes of calming his flustered thoughts down.

Get it together, Hyeonjun-ah.

With a deep breath, Hyeonjun swung his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. He was painfully hard by now, awkwardly adjusting his briefs through his sweatpants as he stepped into the bathroom.

It took quite a lot of effort for him to aim and pee properly without making a mess, considering how hard he was. As he walked toward the sink, something by the corner of the mirror caught his eye. A single polaroid was stuck there, carefully angled to stick out a little. He peeled it off the mirror and his stomach did another flip.

The photo was more daring than the last. It was Hyunjoon’s back view. The same red thong was still on, the thin string wedged comfortably between his round cheeks. There were several light marks on his butt cheeks, making Hyeonjun’s heart flutter knowing his markings were still there. He made a mental note to make more new and darker ones tonight. One of the bralette’s straps slipped off Hyunjoon's shoulder, casual yet seductive.

The photo outlined Hyunjoon’s figure perfectly. The play of light across his slender waist created a striking contrast against the red—the kind of image that drew the eye, capturing both grace and seduction in a single frame.

This time, there was something written under the polaroid.

“Don’t get off without me, hold it in ;)”

The words made Hyeonjun’s cheeks burn. Hyunjoon could really read his mind, huh? Without the line, he would have jerked off and finished himself in the shower, to solve his problem down there. But now that Hyunjoon had written that, Hyeonjun had to obey, right?

“This is insane,” he muttered, swallowing hard. He stared at the photo longer, thinking hard about whether he should do it. Well technically, Hyunjoon wouldn’t find out if he did help himself off and lied about it. But the thought of holding it in and finally releasing it with Hyunjoon, he made up his mind.

With a frustrated grunt, he placed the polaroid by the sink, removing his clothes before heading for the shower. He turned the tap on, pushing it straight to the cold water setting. The only solution he had to his problem—other than jerking it off.

Hyeonjun made his way to the kitchen next. His problem was solved, for now. Cock soft and comfortable in his briefs, but not fully satisfied. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, traces of Hyunjoon hung in the air despite his absence.

As soon as he walked in, he spotted it—another polaroid, this time placed carefully by the coffee machine. Almost like it was waiting for him, where he usually started his morning routine in the kitchen. He sighed, shaking his head as he reached for him, anticipation buzzing through his veins.

This photo was even more explicit than the previous one. Hyunjoon was still dressed in the same outfit, the only difference was—he was humping a pillow now, and his face was taken in the shot.

Hyunjoon’s panty were pulled down, hanging below his balls as his cock lay on the pillow between his thighs. The pillowcase was the same print as the one they had on their bed, white with red hearts. They had just changed their sheets the past weekend, Hyunjoon must have taken the photos just a few days ago.

Hyunjoon looked comfortable in that position, his eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips slightly parted. One hand rested on his chest, gently tugging on the bralette’s strap to expose his nipple, while the other was resting on the pillow, probably to maintain his balance as he humped it. His head was thrown back, mouth open agape, and Hyeonjun could already hear his moans in his head.

It felt illegal to be looking at this. Hyeonjun felt his stomach tighten. The heat from earlier was back, but now it was worse, full-blown, spreading across his chest and neck. He was completely speechless, utterly surprised by how far Hyunjoon was going with this.

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. But the truth was, he was loving it. He couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop the fluttering feeling in his stomach, and down there.

He had already found four polaroids, how many more had Hyunjoon hidden?

As he walked into the living room to enjoy his coffee, about to text Hyunjoon about his gift, his heart nearly stopped.

There on the coffee table, was yet another polaroid. He could feel his cheeks flush instantly, even though he wasn’t sure if it was excitement or sheer embarrassment at how he was getting so aroused by them.

He reached for it, his breath hitching as he took it in.

This had to be the last photo. It was the most intimate one of all. Hyunjoon’s face wasn’t in frame this time, only the lower half of his body was, but that was enough. Hyunjoon was on his knees, kneeling spread wide on their bed. One hand gripping tightly on his thigh, the other holding onto his cock.

Yes. Holding onto his cock. Jerking it. With cum dripping down. Mid-action.

Hyeonjun had to put down his coffee for this.

He sank into the sofa, mouth agape in disbelief. Both of his hands gripped the polaroid tightly, his fingers shaking with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, the photo too perfect to grasp.

The shot was literally perfection. Hyunjoon’s cock lay on his hand, cum dripping out from his tip. A few droplets had already stained the bed, and more were still flowing out. Hyeonjun really wished he could see Hyunjoon pleasing himself. He could picture his facial expressions, could hear his moans, and imagine him whining and crying out of desperation. His own hand wasn’t enough, he needed Hyeonjun’s cock to fill him up.

Hyeonjun stared at the polaroid even longer, his finger reaching to graze the photo, as if he was stroking Hyunjoon’s cock through his high. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, hoping it could help calm him down. The photo was seared into his brain. Hyunjoon looked so good in all of the polaroids, like he had a mission to rile Hyeonjun up. And it was working.

There was a reason Hyunjoon always played with him like this.

The way his body reacted was definitely how Hyunjoon had predicted. Hyeonjun could feel his pulse speeding up, pounding in his ears. He felt his cheeks and neck flush deeper as the picture burned into his thoughts. He couldn’t deny it—he was extremely affected and thrown off by this gift.

It took Hyeonjun almost five whole minutes before his brain could function normally again. That was the effect Hyunjoon had on him—no matter how big or small, anything about him was enough to send him on a downward spiral. He’s constantly overwhelmed in the best possible way.

His hand slipped into his pocket for his phone, opening his chat with Hyunjoon. That’s when he noticed Hyunjoon had replied to his text earlier.

jjunnie:
hyung, where are you?

Hyunjoon hyungie <3:
morning, birthday boy
i’m running some errands for tonight
i’ll be back in around two hours?
did you see my present for you?

What errands could he possibly be doing that needed to be done today? Hyeonjun grumbled. He pondered for a while before finally responding to Hyunjoon.

jjunnie:
…
hyung
did you really have to go so far…
was one polaroid not enough you had to leave 5?
what am i supposed to do while waiting for you
and how and when did you take the pics???
you’re crazy, you know that?
the last one especially wtf…
you’re so annoying zz

Hyunjoon stared at his phone longer after sending the messages, running his hands through his hair out of habit. His heart was still racing from the last polaroid he had found, finding it difficult to put how he felt into words to tell Hyunjoon. His cheeks were still a little flushed, trying his best to pretend he wasn’t very aware of how flustered he was by just a few photos.

Hyunjoon didn’t respond immediately. Hyeonjun paced around the apartment, hoping time would pass quickly and Hyunjoon would return to explain this mess he had created within him.

Subconsciously, or pushed by his horny mind, Hyeonjun reached into his pocket for the polaroids again. All five of them. He arranged them in the same order he had discovered them, fingers lingering over each photo as he noticed the gradual shift in tone and intensity. What had started out as an innocent photo with his pajama pants and a hint of red lingerie, evolved into something so provocative, ending with Hyunjoon cumming in his hands.

Each polaroid, or nude, is more daring than the last, boldly pushing boundaries. It was as if each polaroid was meant to pull him in closer, waiting for him to fall.

As he stared at the polaroids, he realised he kind of liked this. Playful teasing. Hyeonjun was usually the teasing one, but this Hyunjoon—knowing his way around, how to get under his skin in the best way possible, he liked it. Maybe a little too much. He wondered what other tricks Hyunjoon had up his sleeves.

Whatever Hyunjoon had planned, it was clear it was going to be a day Hyeonjun wouldn’t forget. And maybe that was exactly the point.

The low buzz from Hyeonjun’s phone on the coffee table snapped his attention back. He rushed over to check it, Hyunjoon responded.

Hyunjoon hyungie <3:
i’ll answer you later, love
i’m assuming you liked it, didn't you?
you call me annoying but i know you loved it ;)
5? search harder babie
i’ll be home soon

Hyeonjun read the messages over and over again, feeling a rush of mixed emotions. Frustration, anticipation, disbelief, and a little bit of confusion.

Two hours? That’s a long long time. And yet, Hyunjoon’s teasing tone only made the waiting part even worse than it actually was. And what did the “search harder babie” mean? Was there more? Where else could the polaroids be hidden? How more explicit could the photos be after the fifth one?

Hyeonjun was going insane at this point. His mind filled with endless questions, hoping Hyunjoon would quickly return to stop his mind from spiralling even further.

He lay back down on the sofa, staring at the time on his phone screen with a mix of exasperation and anticipation.

“Two hours. Seriously?” he muttered under his breath. “How does he expect me to pass the next two hours and hold it in my pants with these polaroids he left?”

“He’s not even here and I’m already losing my mind, what the fuck.”

He tried distracting himself. The keyword is: tried. He made a simple lunch, paced around, did the laundry, and even vacuumed the apartment when it wasn’t vacuum day yet. Every so often, he found himself reaching for the polaroids again. He took a close look at each one of them, trying to piece them together like a puzzle, trying to figure out just how far Hyunjoon had gone with his plans today.

Every passing thought had his heart racing, curiosity spiking, imagination going wild. The more he thought about it, it wasn’t just about the nudes. It was about how the polaroids made him feel. The way Hyunjoon knew how to make him feel like this—something deep and exciting, and in the most unexpected ways.

Hyeonjun couldn’t deny it and didn’t bother hiding. He was already counting down the minutes until Hyunjoon returned.

Time dragged on and Hyeonjun found himself checking the clock every few minutes, restless and unable to sit down for long. He tried to keep his calm, but with every passing minute, he felt worse, it was impossible.

15 minutes until Hyunjoon was due to return when he remembered something. “5? search harder babie”.

Hyeonjun shot up from the sofa like he had a sudden realisation.

“You’re kidding,” he laughed in disbelief. “There’s more?”

Hyeonjun started searching around the apartment until there was nothing left to search. He checked behind doors, under every furniture, inside most cabinets, even places that made him feel a little ridiculous for looking in. Each failed attempt made his chest tighten more, the anticipation of finding more polaroids curdling into frustration.

Nothing.

“Hyunjoon hyung is definitely trolling me,” he huffed, slumped against the kitchen counter, staring at the five polaroids laid out. “These five were out in the open, no way there are more that I’m missing.”

Maybe he misunderstood. Maybe the text was just another way to mess with him—to keep him restless and searching, waiting and yearning.

His thoughts barely settled when he heard a noise. A soft familiar beep from their digital door lock.

The front door opened, and Hyunjoon stepped inside. Hyeonjun stuck his head out, glancing at the older, hands filled with grocery bags. Hyunjoon looked completely normal—too normal for someone who had just spent the entire day quietly driving Hyeonjun insane.

And just as Hyunjoon slipped on his home slippers and looked up, their eyes met.

Hyunjoon’s gaze immediately flickered to Hyeonjun’s hands, the polaroids still held tightly in his grip. A small smile spread across his face, “So you found them.”

“Five,” Hyeonjun said flatly, trying to hide his excitement now that Hyunjoon was finally home. “That’s all, isn’t it?”

Hyunjoon’s smile widened as he set the bags on the kitchen counter. There was something else hidden in the glint in his eyes. Amusement, maybe satisfaction too.

“Ah,” he said, opening the fridge to set a cake box in. “So you didn’t find it.”

Hyeonjun blinked. “Find what?”

“I told you to search harder, didn’t I?”

“You were serious about that? I couldn’t find anything else around the apartment,” Hyeonjun’s brows furrowed as he spoke. He was dead serious about it, there were no traces of other polaroids lying around.

Hyunjoon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he continued filling up their fridge, putting away the ingredients he had just bought.

“Are you cooking tonight? What’s up with all the groceries?” Hyeonjun questioned, folding the paper bags that Hyunjoon had just emptied out.

Hyunjoon closed the fridge door with a smirk. “Tonight calls for a celebration. It’s a special day, you know?” He walked toward Hyeonjun, his finger poking his cheek gently, slowly tracing his jawline, all the way down to his chest.

“Happy birthday baby,” he leaned in closer to whisper, leaving a trail of goosebumps down Hyeonjun’s back.

He didn’t pull away immediately, lingering in the narrow space between them. He let his hand rest flat against Hyeonjun’s chest, feeling his heart thumping faster and faster as the seconds went by.

“You look a little stressed, Hyeonjun-ah,” Hyunjoon murmured, his voice dropping lower, sounding coy. His other hand found its way to Hyeonjun’s lips, teasingly tugging at it lightly. “And I haven’t even given you your presents yet. The proper ones.”

He took a step back, creating just enough space between them to make Hyunjoon ache for the close contact to return. Hyeonjun pouted at the growing distance. Had Hyunjoon not teased him enough already?

Hyunjoon walked closer to the kitchen counter, his eyes dropping to the stack of polaroids left there. “Which one was your favourite? Did you find them in order?”

The sheer audacity of the questions snapped the last thread of Hyeonjun’s patience. His sweatpants were straining painfully, he needed the teasing to stop. Now. Without hesitation he crossed the space between them in two strides, his hand shooting out to grab Hyunjoon by his waist, pulling him in so hard their chests collided with a muffled thud.

Hyunjoon let out a soft airy laugh, the sound vibrating against Hyeonjun’s chest. Normally he would have found Hyunjoon’s giggles adorable. But now, each laugh went straight to his cock, making him even harder, almost impossible to hold back further.

Even when Hyeonjun’s grip tightened around his waist, Hyunjoon didn’t drop the act. He was enjoying this a little too much. He brought his hands up, not to hold back, but to playfully toy with the collar of Hyeonjun’s hoodie, his fingernails grazing the sensitive skin along the back of his nape.

“Two hours wasn’t that long, Hyeonjun-ah,” Hyunjoon cooed, his voice dripping with mock innocence. His hands found their way around Hyeonjun’s neck, resting there comfortably as he leaned back just enough to look him in the eye, his expression filled with teasing mischief. “I thought you’d have more self-control. Did the polaroids really make you so impatient? Maybe I should have stayed out for another hour or longer—”

His words were cut off before he could finish by a low, desperate sound from Hyeonjun—something between a growl and a sob. He leaned down and rested his forehead on Hyunjoon’s shoulder, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding himself back.

“Please,” Hyeonjun rasped, his voice broken and raw, filled with need. The riled up energy from earlier had shifted into something more vulnerable. “Hyung, no more, please. Stop the teasing already.”

He pulled back just enough to let Hyunjoon see his state. His eyes were glassy, rimmed with want, and his breathing was shallow, his chest heavy against Hyunjoon. The confidence and cocky aura he usually had was completely gone now, replaced with the raw aching need that Hyunjoon had spent two hours creating.

“I’ve been looking at the polaroids non-stop for the past two hours,” Hyeonjun whispered, the words barely making it out of his throat as his hands slipped lower onto Hyunjoon’s waist, gripping him harder to anchor himself. “I can’t… the red lingerie, the way your body arched, you cumming and squirting… It’s all too much.”

The sight of Hyeonjun—usually so confident and composed, now reduced to begging so pitifully—finally made Hyunjoon’s smug facade flicker. The power he had over Hyeonjun was fun, exciting even. But seeing the genuine and desperate effect he had on Hyeonjun, he knew Hyeonjun’s limits.

Hyunjoon’s hands reached up to cup Hyeonjun’s face, his thumbs gently stroking over his flushed and warm cheekbones. “My babie really got that worked up?” he asked, his voice less teasing now, softening into something more intimate.

“I’m losing my mind…,” Hyeonjun whimpered, his voice came out softer and whinier than he had expected it to. “Please, just kiss me already, hyung.”

Hyunjoon didn’t say another word. There was no need to, Hyeonjun had expressed his needs so clearly. He slid his hands from Hyeonjun’s cheeks down to the back of his head, his fingers combing and tangling deep into his hair, tugging down gently.

When their lips finally met, it wasn’t the soft, melting into a celebratory birthday kind of kiss—it was a collision, a strong one. Hyeonjun finally released the build-up pressure from the past two hours, letting out a muffled groan into Hyunjoon’s mouth, desperate for more. His hands slid from Hyunjoon’s hips to his back, crushing him closer as if he were trying to merge their bodies into one.

Their kiss deepened rapidly, heavy and uncoordinated, filled with pure lust and urgency. Their tongues met and fought, tangling with heat, fighting for dominance. Hyeonjun pressed forward, using his body weight to push Hyunjoon until his back hit the kitchen counter with a soft thud.

Hyunjoon gasped into the kiss, his legs instinctively hooking around Hyeonjun’s waist when he felt Hyeonjun lifting him. In one smooth motion, Hyunjoon found himself seated on the kitchen counter now, his legs wrapped tighter, his arms tugging at Hyeonjun’s collar. The friction between their clothes was too much. Every touch felt electric, Hyeonjun’s hands roamed all over his body but it didn’t feel enough.

“Hyeonjun,” Hyunjoon breathed against his lips, forcefully breaking away from their kiss. He was a wreck now—voice shattered, hair messed up, that teasing tone replaced by a needy whimper as Hyeonjun’s mouth moved down to suck on that sensitive sweet spot on his neck, marking him with possessive stinging heat.

Hearing his name, Hyeonjun paused and pulled back a little, his eyes dark and fixed on Hyunjoon, his chest heaving. With trembling fingers, he gripped the hem of Hyunjoon’s shirt. Hyunjoon didn’t wait or fight it, he arched his back, helping to ease the fabric over his head as Hyeonjun tossed it to the side.

The sight in front of Hyeonjun was unexpected. In a really good way. He had expected Hyunjoon to be naked, but he wasn’t. Instead of seeing red as he had in the polaroids, blue filled his vision.

Hyunjoon was wearing lingerie. A new set he had never seen before. In baby blue, the colour Hyeonjun had always told him looked the best on him.

The colour complemented Hyunjoon’s fair skin tone really well. His chest was covered in a delicate baby blue bralette, the soft fabric woven with lace and tiny embroidered flowers. The flowers gathered in the middle of the cups, intentionally designed to provide more coverage over the nipple, balancing elegance and seduction.

Hyeonjun’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight, a soft blush returning to his cheeks. He blinked hard and looked away for a moment, clearly flustered before his gaze returned, more intense now. He hesitated, then softly said with a trembling voice, “Hyung… you’re really not making it easy for me.”

His voice filled with need, the weight of his words making it clear he was looking for reassurance, wanting Hyunjoon to know the impact he had on him. “You look… really good. Fuck…”

Hyunjoon smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief as his hands found the drawstring of Hyeonjun’s hoodie, pulling him in closer. “You’re struggling to focus? Which one looks better? Me in red or baby blue?” he teased, his voice dropping lower. He let his breath tickle Hyeonjun’s nose, eyes scanning him with a knowing look.

“Hyung,” Hyeonjun huffed, one hand reaching out to trace the flowers gently, the other firm on his small waist. “You look beautiful in everything.”

As he slid his hands lower from Hyunjoon’s waist to his hips, he felt something. No, it wasn’t the hem of Hyunjoon’s pants, not yet. It was a thin strap.

Hyeonjun looked down cautiously, like he could already guess what he was about to see. Sticking out of Hyunjoon’s jeans, wrapped nicely around his waist, was a thin elastic band in the same shade of baby blue.

Hyeonjun let out an audible gasp, his head tilting back up instantly to look at Hyunjoon. Hyunjoon was staring back at him with a smirk, satisfaction written all over his face, like Hyeonjun’s reaction was exactly what he was looking for.

Hastily, Hyeonjun unbuttoned Hyunjoon’s jeans and pulled down the zipper. He rushed to pull the jeans off, almost causing Hyunjoon to slip off the kitchen counter.

“Slow down, baby,” Hyunjoon chuckled, his hands firmly resting on Hyeonjun’s shoulders as he lifted himself, allowing his jeans to slip off fully. “We have all the time to ourselves today.”

Now with Hyunjoon dressed in only the lingerie set, Hyeonjun’s mind completely malfunctioned. The silence in the kitchen felt heavy, deafening, almost. Hyunjoon sat perched on the edge of the counter, back perfectly arched, looking up at Hyeonjun innocently.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say Hyeonjun was drooling. The baby blue lingerie was striking against Hyunjoon’s skin—the delicate straps of the thong sat high on his hips, the top lined with matching embroidery flowers, accentuating the curve of his waist and his long legs.

Hyeonjun’s hand hovered in the air for a second, trembling slightly as if he was afraid that touching Hyunjoon would break the spell. Like as if he was in a dream, one touch and it would all end. He looked overwhelmed, his gaze darting from the lace on the bralette to the sinful look in Hyunjoon’s eyes.

“Hyung,” Hyeonjun rasped, his voice cracking.

Hyunjoon leaned forward, hooking his ankles behind Hyeonjun’s back to pull him into the space between his knees, moving himself closer to the edge. The sudden movement forced Hyeonjun to steady himself, his palms landing flat on the counter on either side of Hyunjoon’s thighs.

“You’re very quiet now,” Hyunjoon murmured, his fingers still playing with Hyeonjun’s hoodie drawstrings. “Did you lose your words?”

Hyeonjun let out a shaky breath, finally closing the distance. He buried his face in the crook of Hyunjoon’s neck, inhaling the scent of his skin mixed with the faint fragrance of the laundry detergent on the lace.

His hands stayed rooted to the table, still afraid to touch Hyunjoon.

Hyunjoon noticed that, his hands were reaching down to grab Hyeonjun’s. He swiftly placed Hyeonjun’s left hand on his bralette, right hand on his cock. He looked up with a cheeky smirk, “Are you not planning to touch me?”

“I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest anytime now,” Hyeonjun confessed, eyes wide open with Hyunjoon’s daring move. He shifted slightly, giving the flesh below his hands a little squeeze. An instinctive one. “You planned this. You knew exactly what this would do to me.”

Hyunjoon tilted his head back, giving Hyeonjun more room, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt a hot trail of kisses begin to travel from the back of his ears down toward his lace-covered skin. “Maybe I did,” Hyunjoon exhaled. “But you’re the one who told me blue was your favourite.”

Hyeonjun’s hands roamed all over Hyunjoon’s body, finally. Hyunjoon threw his head back, enjoying Hyeonjun’s touch, letting small moans escape especially when his nipples were rubbed. He shifted his position, moving his right leg to have his knee right in front of Hyeonjun’s cock, gently massaging the area in small circular motions.

A loud aching gasp spread through the air, Hyeonjun couldn’t hold it back. “Please… you can’t keep teasing me like this, hyung. It’s my birthday, you have to be nice to me.”

Hyunjoon let out a soft laugh, his fingers threading through Hyeonjun’s hair to tilt his head down, their foreheads colliding. “I am being nice, baby. I’m right here. I’m all yours to touch and use.”

“Then stop talking and teasing me already,” Hyeonjun whined, his voice sounding small and pleading. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against the skin just above the bralette, tasting the salt and heat from Hyunjoon’s skin. “No more games. I need you. Now.”

He began tugging at the hem of his own hoodie, his movements frantic and clumsy, not wanting to waste another second. His body was practically shaking with need, his breath coming in short pants, leaning against the counter for support with the way his legs were about to give way if the teasing went on any longer.

“Hyung, please,” he breathed against Hyunjoon’s lips, hovering barely an inch away. “I’m putting my pride aside and begging you. Don’t make me wait another minute more.”

Hyunjoon’s expression softened, the mischief and teasing melting into something more indulgent. He reached down, helping Hyeonjun pull the hoodie over his head and tossing it onto the kitchen floor.

“Okay,” he whispered, pulling Hyeonjun back in. “Since it’s your birthday… I’ll let you have whatever you want.”

Hyeonjun didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the permission left Hyunjoon’s lips, Hyeonjun was moving. He bent down and slid his arms under Hyunjoon’s thighs, lifting him off the counter with ease.

Hyunjoon let out a startled gasp, his legs instinctively wrapping tightly around Hyeonjun’s waist to steady himself. His hands locked firmly behind Hyeonjun’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he was carried out of the kitchen.

The walk to the bedroom was short, but for Hyeonjun, it felt like metres away. He walked frantically, each step quicker than the last, his breath hot and heavy against Hyunjoon’s shoulder. Each time their skin brushed—the friction of Hyunjoon’s warm inner thighs against his hips—Hyeonjun let out a low, frustrated groan that vibrated through them.

“You’re so impatient,” Hyunjoon teased, his own voice breathless too, lust rushing through his body.

“You did this,” Hyeonjun muttered, his voice dropping an octave as they entered their bedroom. “Those photos… I’m going to make you recreate every single one of them. In this blue set. And in every other lingerie set you own.”

He didn’t lay Hyunjoon down gently. Instead, he tumbled with him onto their mattress, the spring creaking under their sudden combined weight. Hyeonjun immediately hovered over him, a chaotic mess of limbs and desperation filled the air. The bedroom curtains were wide open, sunlight shining in directly onto the baby blue lace, shimmering brightly.

It caught Hyeonjun’s attention instantly, his eyes tracing the way it strained slightly as Hyunjoon lay back against the pillows. The sight of the lace against their white sheets was almost too much for him to handle.

He reached out, fingers trembling as he hooked them under the thin strap resting on Hyunjoon’s shoulder. He didn’t remove it—not yet, just let his finger trace down the strap, following the curvature of the cups till the centre of his chest.

“The lace,” Hyeonjun rasped, his voice dropping low. “It’s so thin and delicate. I feel like if I touched it too hard, I would accidentally rip it.”

He leaned down, his nose brushing against the centre of the bralette, where the tiny embroidered flowers gathered. His tongue darted out, just lightly against the lace, causing Hyunjoon to gasp and arch his back off the bed.

“Hyeonjun-ah…” Hyunjoon breathed, his fingers tightening in the bedsheets, holding him down. “I don’t mind if it rips, we can always get new ones.”

“Don’t say things like that. You’re tempting me,” Hyeonjun murmured against his skin. He leaned lower this time, his lips hovering over the lace-covered nipple, wrapping them around the bud, sucking it through the fabric. It should have been less sensitive with the extra layer of lace, but it was still overstimulating. Hyunjoon’s hands thrashed around, one landing over his mouth, muffling his moans, while the other rested on Hyeonjun’s head, gripping his hair tight.

Hyunjoon turned to the side, his hand reaching behind in an attempt to undo the bralette’s clasp. Right before he managed to unhook it, Hyeonjun stopped him. He grabbed his wrists, pinning his arm above his head. “Later. I’m not done admiring you in this yet.”

Hyeonjun wanted to savour this, taking in every moment of Hyunjoon all dressed up for him. His finger hooked the edge of the bralette down slightly, just enough to expose Hyunjoon’s already slightly pink nipples underneath. “Hyung, you’re so horny too, huh? I barely did anything and your nipples are swollen already—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence. Hyunjoon’s lips captured him in a deep kiss, their tongues clashing with urgency. Hyunjoon’s hands immediately flew to Hyeonjun’s bare back, his nails scratching slightly over his shoulder blades as he pulled him closer, matching his intensity.

Hyeonjun latched onto Hyunjoon’s nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, once hidden behind the embroidered flowers. Hyunjoon let out a choked sound, something between a moan and a gasp, surprised by the sudden wetness. “Baby… please…”

“You like this?” Hyeonjun murmured against his skin, his hot breath sending shivers down Hyunjoon’s spine. He moved his other hand down, his palm flat against Hyunjoon’s stomach before his fingers found the edge of the thong. He didn’t remove it—simply hooked two fingers under the side of the thin fabric, pulling it carefully to the side.

His hand began to move with steady pressure, his eyes never leaving Hyunjoon’s face, their gaze locked. He wanted to see every flicker of pleasure, every flinch of Hyunjoon’s body, every roll of his eyes. He needed to see every time his hyung lost his composure because of him.

“It looks good on you,” Hyeonjun whispered, his voice vibrating with a mix of awe and hunger, his thumb ghosting along the length of Hyunjoon’s cock. “But you feel even better.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted from a playful tease into something different, the air felt thicker. Hyeonjun was no longer the one whining. He had completely taken over control, his movements deliberate and heavy. He kept the baby blue lace pushed aside with one hand, the other moved up to pin Hyunjoon’s wrists above his head. The way Hyeonjun hovered over him made Hyunjoon feel small.

“You’re shaking, hyung,” Hyeonjun pointed out, his teeth gently nibbling on the skin above Hyunjoon’s collarbones. “Are you finally giving in to the birthday boy?”

Hyunjoon couldn’t answer anymore, not with words. His once steady breath was now replaced with ragged gasps, his chest heaving against the delicate bralette. Each time Hyeonjun’s thumb swiped across his skin, something seemed to snap through his nerves. He shook his wrists, trying to pull them free to touch Hyeonjun, to pull him closer, but the grip holding him down was too strong.

Hyeonjun shifted his weight, his knee sliding between Hyunjoon’s legs, forcing them wider apart. He wanted every inch of access, every bit of control. He began to move with a relentless rhythm, solely focusing on the way Hyunjoon’s expression broke. His teasing persona was long gone, completely taken down and shattered by the man he tried so hard to provoke.

“Look at me,” Hyeonjun commanded, his voice dropping to a low raspy whisper.

Hyunjoon forced his eyes open, his vision blurry with tears of pleasure, threatening to fall. He arched his back, fingers curling uselessly against the headboard as his name was groaned into the crook of his neck. His body thrashed around helplessly, hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to meet Hyeonjun’s.

Hyeonjun didn’t wait any longer, shifting his weight again to settle firmly between Hyunjoon’s spread thighs. The contact was immediate and overwhelming, so was the pleasure. Hyeonjun let out a low growl, grinding his hips against Hyunjoon’s in a slow, rhythmic motion. Zero thoughts, just raw desperate friction of his body seeking relief against the man who had left him alone with his nudes for hours.

“Hyung… fuck,” Hyeonjun hissed, his eyes squeezing shut as he humped into Hyunjoon’s hips. The barrier of the thong and his sweatpants was too much. He let go of his grip on Hyunjoon’s wrists, swiftly removing his sweatpants and briefs, tossing them aside before returning to the same position as earlier. Every downward press of his hips was met with a desperate arch from Hyunjoon, their bodies seeking a perfect fit.

Hyunjoon threw his head back against the pillow, his voice breaking in helpless whimpers. He felt every bit of Hyeonjun’s weight, the pressure of the younger finally getting what he had been begging for. Hyeonjun’s hands found their way to Hyunjoon’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft skin just above the lace, pulling him upward to meet every roll of his hips.

He pulled back just enough to look at Hyunjoon, whose eyes were glazed, his lips parted as he tried to pull air into his lungs. The baby blue lingerie was a mess—messily pushed aside, wrinkled, and damp against damp skin.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Hyeonjun whispered, looking directly into Hyunjoon’s glassy eyes. “I need to be inside you, Hyung. Now, please.”

He reached for the bedside table, his hand trembling with eagerness as he rustled through the drawer for the bottle of lube. He didn’t break eye contact, his gaze fixated on Hyunjoon as he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. The cold slickness was a sharp contrast to the heat between their bodies.

Hyunjoon’s breath hitched as he felt Hyeonjun’s hands return, navigating past the fabric. Hyeonjun was careful now, his actions slower, making sure he was gentle with Hyunjoon. He started slowly, thumb rubbing soothing circles against Hyunjoon’s inner thigh, helping him relax as his other hand found their way towards his hole.

Hyeonjun’s slicked fingers brush against Hyunjoon’s hole, feeling the older twitch under him. He carefully rubbed around the entrance, gently pushing on the finger in, inching in little by little. Hyunjoon’s head fell back, a long shaky moan escaping his throat. “Hyeonjun-ah… please… I can take more…”

“Shh, I know. Let me take my time with you,” Hyeonjun murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Hyunjoon’s forehead. He left a trail of kisses, down his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his lips, and finally his chin. He stayed close, his own breath hitching every time Hyunjoon’s muscles twitched or tightened around him when he was two fingers deep. “Just breathe for me. You did a good job today, hyung. Now let me take care of you.”

He added a third finger, stretching him slowly, curling deep inside him. He watched Hyunjoon closely, waiting for him to fall apart. The way his brows furrowed, eyes pressed shut with tears lingering in the corners, the way his teeth caught his lower lip, and how the blue lace of the bralette rose and fell with his staggering breathing.

Hyeonjun was shaking too, with the effort of holding himself back. His own body screamed for the release he had been chasing since finding the first polaroid. But no, he wouldn’t rush this. Hyunjoon was always his first priority. He needed to make sure Hyunjoon was completely ready, fully stretched out so that when he finally took his birthday gift, it would be perfect for both of them.

How to tell if Hyunjoon was ready? He would start squirting. Wet, slick sounds echoed in the quiet room as Hyeonjun continued fingering him.

Hyeonjun couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from his throat when he realised Hyunjoon was ready. The preparation was necessary, but it was tearing at his patience, reaching his absolute limit now.

He pulled his fingers away, earning whines from Hyunjoon as he rubbed his thighs together. He looked at the way the baby blue lace was still wrapped around Hyunjoon’s body—a reminder of his gift from earlier today.

“I’m not taking this off,” Hyeonjun rasped, tugging at the straps. “I want to see you wearing this while I’m inside you.”

He positioned himself, placing a pillow under Hyunjoon’s head before his hands moved down to grip Hyunjoon’s waist, his thumbs digging into the soft skin just above the thin waistband. Slowly, Hyeonjun began to sink into him, watching his expression morph from anticipation into pleasure, finally.

Hyunjoon’s eyes flew wide open with the intrusion, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he let out a sharp breathless gasp. The sensation of being filled so completely, so suddenly, after so much build-up, made his whole body tremble harder than it had been. He ached his back instinctively, his chest pressing against the lace of the bralette as he tilted his head back, a long broken moan spilling from his lips uncontrollably.

“Hyeonjun… baby…” he sobbed out, a desperate plea for the younger to keep going.

Hyeonjun didn’t move for a moment, letting them both adjust to the overwhelming friction. The sudden warmth wrapping around his cock was too much, his mind blacking out a little, his eyes forced shut. He buried his face in Hyunjoon’s neck, his hot breath ghosting over the skin there. “You feel so damn good… You’re the best birthday present ever,” he groaned, the words vibrating against Hyunjoon’s collarbone.

Once they felt well adjusted, Hyeonjun began to move. He started slow, deliberate push and pull, each stroke deep and calculated. But as Hyunjoon’s whimpers turned louder and uncontrolled, Hyeonjun’s rhythm became more frantic. He was chasing the high from the polaroid, from the wait, from having Hyunjoon here with him in a pretty lingerie set. From the reality of having Hyunjoon exactly where and how he wanted him.

The bed creaked rhythmically as Hyeonjun’s pace quickened and became stronger. He used his grip on Hyunjoon’s hips to pull him upward with every thrust, making sure he was hitting as deep as possible. The lingerie shifted and bunched with their movements, the delicate fabric a stark contrast to their intense lovemaking right now.

The pleasure felt too good but Hyunjoon was beyond needy now. Being a pillow princess wasn’t enough for him anymore. He needed more friction and a little more control. He was supposed to be delivering Hyeonjun his present after all.

With a shaky determined breath, Hyunjoon reached for Hyeonjun’s shoulders, pushing him down. “Flip,” he gasped, his voice a ragged mess of need. “Hyeonjun-ah, I wanna ride you.”

Hyeonjun obeyed almost instantly, his mind too clouded by lust to do anything but follow his hyung’s lead. He carefully pulled out, letting out a loud moan as his body flinched hard, missing the warmth already. He lay back, propping pillows up as he leaned against them on the head board.

He watched as Hyunjoon straddled him, his hands landing firmly on his waist to guide him. He pulled the lace thong aside, the other hand on his cock, guiding it towards Hyunjoon’s hole as he lowered himself down. Hyunjoon had both hands tightly gripped onto his shoulders, tears threatening to fall as he slid down on Hyeonjun’s cock, finally connecting the two again.

The change in perspective was too much for Hyeonjun. From this angle, the baby blue bralette was right in front of his face, the embroidered flowers rubbing against Hyunjoon’s nipples with every hitched breath and movement Hyunjoon took.

“Fuck… look at you,” Hyeonjun choked out, his fingers digging into Hyunjoon’s hips. “You’re so beautiful. Mine.”

Hyunjoon didn’t wait for more compliments. He began to move his hips, his hands sliding down to Hyeonjun’s chest. He moved with a slow grinding movement at first, rotating his hips in a familiar motion that made Hyeonjun’s head snap back against the headboard. The lace of the lingerie rubbing against his skin, the sweat dripping down his back, and the heat of their skin were overstimulating, creating sensory overload.

“Is this… how you imagined I’d be… when you saw the polaroids?” Hyunjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss Hyeonjun, his tongue darting out, probing his lips for permission to enter. He picked up the pace, his movements becoming more frantic and bouncy, the bed frame knocking steadily against the wall.

Hyeonjun couldn’t even answer. He reached up, grabbing the edges of the bralette and pulling Hyunjoon down to crash their bodies together. He took over the rhythm from below, his hips bucking upward to meet Hyunjoon’s downward thrusting, meeting halfway with a force that made Hyunjoon’s eyes roll back.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, echoes of groans and moans filling the room, sounds of two people who had reached their absolute limit. Nothing else mattered in this moment—only the weight of Hyunjoon in his lap, the sight of the blue lace, and the overwhelming feeling of finally being in Hyunjoon.

As Hyunjoon continued to ride him, his movements becoming more uncoordinated, Hyeonjun reached up and hooked his finger under the edge of the bralette. He didn’t remove it, just yanked the fabric down to expose Hyunjoon’s chest, burning his gaze there.

He surged forward, his mouth finding one of Hyunjoon’s achingly swollen nipples. He sucked it deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking the bud around while his teeth grazed and nibbled on the surrounding skin. His hand found the other nipple, twisting and pinching it between his fingers. Hyunjoon let out a high-pitched shattered cry, his head falling back as he lost all rhythm, his body trembling violently on Hyeonjun’s lap.

“Hyeonjun-ah! Baby!” Hyunjoon sobbed, tears streaking down his face while his fingers tangled desperately in Hyeonjun’s hair, pushing his head towards his chest, forcing the younger to suck harder. It was too much to bear.

While he continued to work his mouth against Hyunjoon’s chest, occasionally switching sides, Hyeonjun reached down between their bodies. His hand found Hyunjoon’s cock, dripping wet and hot, and began to jerk him off at a pace that matched their thrusting. The double, no, triple stimulation was overwhelming, sending Hyunjoon into a completely different headspace.

Hyeonjun looked up, his eyes dark and bloodshot, watching the way Hyunjoon’s face contorted with pure pleasure. “Look at me, hyung,” he rasped, tugging at Hyunjoon’s hair firmly. “Look at what you’re doing to me. “You’re close too, aren’t you?”

Hyunjoon could only nod weakly, his breath coming in short pants, mixed with the loud moans spilling out of him. He felt the pressure building within him, a wave of heat starting at the base of his cock, spreading throughout his body.

Hyeonjun didn’t slow down, he knew what Hyunjoon needed. He sped up, each thrust going faster and deeper than before, almost possessively. Hyunjoon was reaching his limits, Hyeonjun could feel it. His body going taut, fingers digging painfully into Hyeonjun’s shoulders, sobbing something incomprehensible.

Fueled by the long hours of agony Hyunjoon put him through with those polaroids, Hyeonjun wasn’t ready to let him go down gently. He wanted to hear how much Hyunjoon had broken.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes, hyung,” Hyeonjun growled, his fingers pinching harder on Hyunjoon’s nipples, twisting them lightly. “I want you to feel every single bit of this. You wanted to make me whine, didn’t you? It’s your turn now.”

Hyunjoon let out a loud yelp, sobbing shouting as Hyeonjun began pounding at a relentless punishing pace. He wasn’t moving with Hyunjoon anymore, he was driving into him—fast and piercing, the wet slapping sounds of their skin colliding filling the space between them. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of the baby blue thong and tugged it hard. The elastic snapped against Hyunjoon’s skin as he used the fabric to pull him even closer, leaving a red mark where it landed.

You’re a mess, hyung,” Hyeonjun whispered, his words dripping with satisfaction. “Look at what you did to yourself. All dressed up like a gift to get wrecked.”

“We should really put a mirror on the ceiling, so you could see how beautiful you are when you fall apart,” he huffed against Hyunjoon’s ear, nibbling down.

Hyunjoon’s head thrashed, his mouth hanging open as he let out a series of shattered sounds in different pitches. He was completely undone, his vision blurring with the sight of Hyeonjun and only Hyeonjun.

The friction between them had reached a new peak, their moans louder than the slick wet sounds of collisions. Hyeonjun’s hand was a blur, his grip on Hyunjoon’s cock firm and unrelenting, moving in perfect punishing synchrony with his thrusts.

“I wish you could look at yourself,” Hyeonjun moaned while sucking on Hyunjoon’s nipple. “You’re shaking so damn badly. Give it to me. Give me everything.”

Hyunjoon’s eyes rolled back, his fingers clawing at Hyeonjun’s skin, leaving bright red scratches all over. “Ah— fuck, baby… Please.” A sharp jagged cry tore from Hyunjoon’s throat as he finally broke. Hyeonjun took it as a sign to go harder and faster, pounding into Hyunjoon like he was in rut, needing to breed him full.

Hyunjoon’s body went rigid, back arching off the mattress as he came in hot, thick pulses, his cum squirting and splattering all over himself and Hyeonjun’s stomach, staining the delicate lace. The contrast of the messy reality against the lace was a devastating visual that sent Hyeonjun over the edge.

He continued pounding into Hyunjoon, driving him into overstimulation as he chased his high. His eyes snapped shut as his own climax hit him like a physical blow, gripping hard on Hyunjoon’s waist like it was the only thing grounding him. He thrust up one last time, pinning Hyunjoon’s weight down on him as he spent himself deep inside him. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, sending him into another dimension.

He collapsed, pulling Hyunjoon down with him as their foreheads rested against each other’s, both gasping for air in the sudden heavy silence. The baby blue thong was tangled and soaked, the lace of the bralette stained and pulled out of shape, and the bed was a disaster of crumpled sheets and discharge.

Hyunjoon’s hand, still weak and trembling, came up to stroke Hyeonjun’s cheek.

“So…” Hyunjoon whispered, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m guessing baby blue looks the best on me?”

Hyeonjun let out a breathless laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to Hyunjoon’s forehead. “You look good in everything. And nothing.”

They stayed silent like that for quite a while. Hyunjoon lay on top of Hyeonjun, Hyeonjun’s cock still plugged in his hole, his cum slowly dripping out little by little. Their breaths were synchronised now, returning to a normal steady rhythm.

Hyunjoon’s face was buried in the crook of Hyeonjun’s neck, the younger gently patting his back and head, soothing and calming him down. He felt heavy and boneless, heart still thumping a frantic beat against Hyeonjun’s chest. Slowly, he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at the birthday boy beneath him.

Hyeonjun looked wrecked too. His eyes still pressed shut, his skin flushed a deep pink, with red marks all over his chest.

Hyunjoon lifted himself carefully, pulling himself off Hyeonjun as he felt the cum flow from him. He lay down next to Hyeonjun, melting into the pillows instantly. His legs were still trembling slightly, and the baby blue lace was bunched and ruined across his chest. He looked up at Hyeonjun with a sleepy smile that reached his eyes.

“Hi,” Hyunjoon whispered, his voice still a little hoarse.

“Hello,” Hyeonjun murmured back, reaching out to gently brush a lock of stray hair from Hyunjoon’s forehead. “You good?”

“My legs are gone,” Hyunjoon teased, though he reached up to cup Hyeonjun’s face, his thumb stroking over his cheekbones. “But I’m okay. Happy birthday, baby.”

Hyeonjun nuzzled into the touch, closing his eyes for a second. “Best birthday I’ve ever had. Even if you gave me a heart attack with those photos.”

With a soft grunt, Hyeonjun sat back, though he didn’t move far. He began to carefully untangle the ruined lingerie. His movements were completely opposite to the charged energy from before. He was extremely gentle, carefully turning Hyunjoon over to unhook the damp lace and sliding the straps off his shoulder. He reached lower, slowly lifting Hyunjoon’s legs to remove the soaked thong.

As the last of the lace was set aside, Hyeonjun stayed put, looking at Hyunjoon with a gaze laced with affection. One that went way further than the intense lust from moments ago. He reached out to the wet wipes kept by their bedside table and began to gently wipe away the remnants of their mess. His touch was light, starting from Hyunjoon’s chest and moving down to his thighs.

Hyunjoon let out a long shaky sigh, his body sinking deeper into the mattress. “You’re being too nice now,” he murmured, his eyes half-closed. “I liked it better when you were whining.”

“Lies,” Hyeonjun teased softly, tossing the wet wipes into the bin and grabbing a fresh oversized t-shirt over Hyunjoon’s head, helping him navigate the sleeves like he was something fragile and precious. Once Hyunjoon was dressed, Hyeonjun climbed under the heavy duvet and pulled his hyung into his arms. He tucked Hyunjoon’s head underneath his chin, their legs tangling comfortably under the sheets.

"Drink some water, hyung," Hyeonjun whispered, reaching for a bottle and holding it to Hyunjoon’s lips.

Hyunjoon took a few sips, leaning heavily into Hyeonjun's chest. The "aftercare" wasn't just physical. It was the way Hyeonjun kept whispering small praises—telling him how beautiful he was, how perfect the surprise had been, and how much he loved him. It was the grounding Hyunjoon needed after being so high up.

Hyunjoon smiled in Hyeonjun’s warm embrace, feeling himself slowly drift off.

Hyeonjun pressed a lingering kiss to Hyunjoon’s temple, breathing in the scent of his hair. "Go to sleep, Hyung. I've got you." With his arms wrapped tightly around his favourite gift, Hyeonjun finally let his eyes drift shut, a tired but permanent smile fixed on his face as they both drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A two-hour nap was just enough to take the edge off their exhaustion. When Hyeonjun finally opened his eyes again, the room was warmer, the evening sun now casting long shadows across the bed. He noticed Hyunjoon was already up, seated up leaning against the headboard, scrolling on his iPad.

"You're finally awake," Hyunjoon whispered. His voice was soft, lacking the playful bite it had earlier. “Are you ready for your actual present now?”

“There’s more?” Hyeonjun frowned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

"I told you there was more than one gift. And more than five photos."

Hyeonjun let out a yawn, "I looked everywhere, Hyung. I thought the thong was the finale."

"It wasn't," Hyunjoon said, a warm smile tugging at his lips. “You really are horrible at searching for things.”

He nodded toward the dresser, where a huge photo frame hung right above. It held a photo of them from six weeks ago—a shot of just the two of them lifting the World’s trophy together. "Check the frame. The last Polaroid is there."

Hyeonjun stood, his pulse loud in his ears as he walked toward the silver frame. It was their favourite photo on their favourite day. He took a closer look at the frame, sure enough, there was a polaroid there. It was flipped backwards.

He pulled it off the frame, and his world stopped.

It wasn't a tease. It wasn't lace. It was a shot of their bathroom counter, with five sticks. Four sticks with a small window frame on each, all with two lines. And another stick with a digital display, showing the word ‘pregnant’.

What? Hyeonjun felt himself shaking. Are these pregnancy test kits? Are they all… positive?

Hyeonjun felt the air vanish from the room. His knees felt weak, a cold shock followed by a rush of adrenaline that made his vision blur. Or was it tears?

Six weeks ago, they had stood on a stage and felt on top of the world, but looking at this photo, that victory felt like a distant, insignificant spark.

"Six weeks, Hyeonjun-ah," Hyunjoon’s voice broke behind him, a choked sob finally escaping. "Since that night. Since we won."

Hyeonjun turned around slowly, the polaroid held tightly in his hands. He looked at the photo, then at Hyunjoon, and the realisation hit him with a force.

“Hyung… is this real?” Hyeonjun finally managed, his voice coming out as a shattered whisper. “Five… five tests?”

"I was terrified," Hyunjoon sobbed, covering his face with his hands. "I thought I was dreaming. I kept taking them because I didn't think I was allowed to be this happy twice in one year."

"I didn't believe it," Hyunjoon continued, a laugh escaping him as the first tear fell. "I thought I was sick from the stress of the tournament. I took five because I needed to see it until I couldn't deny it anymore."

Hyeonjun didn't just walk to him—he collapsed at Hyunjoon’s feet, his body hitting the bed as he wrapped his arms around Hyunjoon’s waist. He pressed his face into the soft fabric of the t-shirt, his tears soaking into the material instantly. He gripped Hyunjoon desperately, his shoulders heaving.

"Hyung," Hyeonjun gasped, the word broken by a sob. "Oh my god, hyung."

He pulled back just enough to look up, his face a wreck of tears and pure, raw devotion. He reached out, his finger reaching to wipe the tears from Hyunjoon’s face.

"I thought I couldn't be any happier than I was on that stage," Hyeonjun whispered against his skin, his own tears finally spilling over. "I was so wrong. This is the real win, hyung. This is everything."

Hyunjoon leaned down, resting his forehead against the back of Hyeonjun’s head, his hands tangling in his messy hair. "Happy birthday, Hyeonjun-ah. I’m sorry I made you work so hard to find it."

Slowly, Hyeonjun pulled back, his eyes still red and wet as he reached out, his hands sliding beneath the hem of Hyunjoon’s shirt. The skin of Hyunjoon’s belly was soft and warm, and as Hyeonjun’s palm settled there, he let out a long, shaky breath.

"Still feels the same," Hyeonjun whispered, his voice brimming with wonder. "But everything is different."

Hyunjoon let out a soft chuckle, leaning back on his hands and watching Hyeonjun with a gaze full of love. "It’s only been six weeks, Hyeonjun-ah. It's still tiny."

"Doesn't matter," Hyeonjun murmured. He began to move his hand in slow circles, his thumb grazing the skin with a tenderness that made Hyunjoon’s breath hitch. It wasn't the hungry, demanding touch from earlier that morning—it was a promise. A vow of protection.

Hyunjoon reached down, covering Hyeonjun’s hand with his own, their fingers interlacing over the spot where their future was quietly growing.

"You're going to be a great dad," Hyunjoon whispered, his heart swelling at the sight of Hyeonjun’s gaze on his belly. "The best."

Hyeonjun leaned forward, pressing a lingering, feather-light kiss to the skin just above his hand. "I’m going to be whatever you both need me to be. Always."

He climbed back onto the bed, pulling Hyunjoon into his arms and tucking the duvet around them both. Hyeonjun kept his hand right where it was, his palm a steady, warm weight against Hyunjoon’s belly, rubbing soothing circles until Hyunjoon’s eyes began to flutter shut.

The blue lace was forgotten on the floor, the teasing was over, and the birthday was winding down. But as Hyeonjun held his world in his arms, he knew this was the first day of the rest of their lives.

"Happy birthday, Appa," Hyunjoon murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Hyeonjun smiled into the crook of Hyunjoon's neck, closing his eyes. "Best gift ever, Hyung. I love you."