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The sky’s blue and Yangyang has never felt bored like this before.
He’s in their backyard and Yangyang still feels giddy from calling this house theirs. Yangyang and his totally awesome and drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend had bought a house that they could call theirs along with a chaotic but lovable beagle that his boyfriend named Bella.
He takes a breath of fresh air before heading back to their house. The first thing he hears is Bella running from upstairs to greet him and he takes the barking dog in his arms and makes his way towards the living room. He turns on the tv and sets Bella down when she starts whimpering.
Yangyang stares at the show in front of him in boredom as his boyfriend cooks their dinner. The older boy has been taking classes from their friends and Yangyang couldn’t be more proud of him as the dinner the two have got fancier and fancier as Dejun receives more lessons.
Yangyang has always thought that Dejun cooking was a sight but something feels different for Yangyang today.
Dejun is just wearing plain black shorts and Yangyang’s oversize white tee yet he looks completely ravishing in Yangyang’s eyes.
“Baby? Dinner’s ready.” Dejun’s soft voice fills the room and Yangyang immediately jumps up. He envelops Dejun in a tight hug with his arms wrapped around the boy’s tiny waist and attacks his neck.
Dejun fights back a whimper as he knows the younger would only continue the action and the dinner that Dejun slaved over the stove would go to waste. “Baby…” Dejun shakily whispers. Yangyang hums as an answer and nips at the shell of Dejun’s ear where he knows it’s one of his boyfriend’s weak spots.
Dejun’s knees slightly buckle at the pleasure and he thanks Yangyang’s tight grip on his waist that he doesn’t fall but he can feel the smirk on the younger boy's lips as he continues attacking his neck and he needs to put an end to this before it goes any further.
“Yangyang, baby, please stop,” Dejun whispers as he can feel marks appearing on his neck. Yangyang stops his attack to whisper a “Why?” against Dejun’s ear and the older lets out a whimper.
Yangyang lets out a giggle. “See, you’re enjoying this.” the younger whispers against his ear once again as he continues his attacks. Dejun lets himself enjoy the pleasure for a little and he feels Yangyang’s grip around his waist loosen as the younger boy sees that Dejun stops moving away from him.
Dejun rips himself out of the younger’s hold and raises a hand to indicate Yangyang to stop. Yangyang pouts his lips cutely and Dejun can feel himself melting against the pout but he stands his ground.
“We need to eat, Yangyang,” Dejun scolds.
“And that food is not going to be me,” Dejun adds as he sees Yangyang wanting to retaliate, probably something along the lines of ‘but you’re my food.’ Yangyang pouts some more but finally sits down as he sees the older not budging,
Dejun doesn’t move from his spot until Yangyang fully sits down. He feels like a mom but it’s the only way he can make sure that the younger would not do anything and they can actually eat.
The pair sits across from each other while Bella attacks the dog food that Dejun readied for her. Yangyang smiles at the sight of Bella happily wagging her tail as she eats. His heart swells with love as he sees Dejun looking at her lovingly.
“You’d really make a good mother, Jun,” Yangyang whispers beneath his breath but Dejun hears him as clear as the sky, and red covers his cheeks and neck. Yangyang sees it and smirks. “You’re so cute, baby.”
Dejun swats him from across the table but it doesn't stop the younger from whispering “those marks really go well on your skin.” Yangyang grunts as Dejun kicks his shin.
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“Thank you for dinner, baby,” Yangyang says as he pecks the older’s lips and Dejun kisses his forehead as he makes his way towards the kitchen. Yangyang stays glued to his spot until he sees the dark red mark just below Dejun’s ear and something snaps inside of him.
Yangyang takes fast and large steps to cage Dejun against him and their kitchen sink. He starts attacking his neck again and this time Dejun doesn’t stop himself to let out a surprised whimper. He smirks against the older’s neck and tightens his grip just a little around the older’s waist.
Dejun’s knees buckle as the younger’s hand had made its way under his (Yangyang’s) oversize tee. “Why are you so horny today?” the older grunts as he grips the younger’s wrist that is now caressing his chest.
Yangyang chuckles and nips his neck before answering. “Have you seen yourself, sweetheart?” Dejun shakes his head as an answer.
“Well, you’re looking completely ravishing today,” Yangyang whispers.
“I’m just wearing your shirt today, yang,” Dejun whispers back and the younger boy’s grip tightens once again.
“Exactly. You’re wearing my shirt.”
Dejun snorts and Yangyang doesn’t stop the fond smile that was threatening to come out. “Remind me to never wear your shirts ever again,” Dejun grunts out and Yangyang snorts. “As if.”
Yangyang doesn’t continue his attacks, instead, he presses his forehead against Dejun’s head and exhales. Dejun sighs in content and leans back to have his back fully on the younger’s chest. “I love you,” Yangyang whispers after a couple of minutes of silence.
Dejun’s hands leave the younger’s wrist and turn around to settle them in Yangyang’s cheeks. “I love you more.” the older whispers back and Yangyang coos. Dejun has a small smile and his eyes are soft and the fluffy locks that he has don’t make him look less of an angel.
Yangyang’s so in love with this boy and he will do anything to prove himself that the older is deserving of that love. He slowly leans forward to continue kissing the older’s neck but Dejun notices it and moves back from the counter and the younger boy.
“No, Yangyang. Not now. I have to clean the dishes.” Dejun scolds.
Yangyang pouts and glares at the dishes at the sink. “Dishes... right, the dishes,” Yangyang mutters. Dejun sees that as a sign that Yangyang will stop and his neck can breathe for a couple of hours and heads toward the sink to continue washing said dishes but the next thing he knows is Yangyang throwing him against his shoulder and muttering about how those stupid dishes can wait.