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Lee Do has never done this before.
It's nerve-wracking, but he ignores the urge to wring his fingers and goes through his mental checklist for the nth time in the past twenty minutes.
Cake. Moon Baek's favourite kind. It sits before him with a single candle in the middle, waiting to be lit, lighter safe in Do's pocket.
Knife. He even went through the effort of tying a thin gold ribbon around the hilt. If Moon Baek ever dares to pull the “so you don’t love me” card as he likes to, as often as he does, he’ll bring up this- the multiple tries and long minutes it took him to tie a bow around the knife without causing damage to his fingertips.
Ice Cream. He has to remember to take it out once Moon Baek gets here.
Miyeok-guk. Still simmering in the pot, ready to be served and eaten.
Fried Chicken. Again, Baek's favourite- the one Do avoids like the plague because a single bite has him tearing up from the spice.
And finally, message Baek to come over. The younger should already be on his way, according to his excited text that read ‘be there in 15!!!!!!’
That was at 5.30 pm. Ten minutes ago.
Suddenly, the little surprise he has for his boyfriend feels like too much and not enough all at once.
Maybe he should have invited more people? But the two of them are close to few, and he knows Baek- knows he prefers to have Lee Do's attention all to himself, so what better gift to give than every drop of himself? A bigger cake? Moonbaek's sweet tooth remains unmatched after all. Chocolate ice cream instead of the vanilla he picked? What if he doesn't feel like eating chicken today? Or what if he doesn't like the surprise and hates the birthday banner that took him too long to stick to the wall, and what if the fairy lights don't work even though he's tested them out a hundred and one times, and what if-
The doorbell sings, cutting off Lee Do's nervous train of thought.
Do takes a deep, steadying breath.
Moon Baek greets him with a frown, slumped against the wall like he's spent hours waiting for Lee Do to open the door.
“What took you so long?”
Do raises an amused brow at the younger's dramatics. “You can't wait two minutes?”
“Felt like years to me,” he huffs before his face softens into a pitiful pout. He takes a step into the older's apartment and drops his head on Do's shoulder. “I missed you. Why haven't you replied to any of my messages?”
“I was busy.”
“Busy doing what?” Baek pulls away hastily, his pout deepening. “What's more important than Moon Baekie?”
With a fond eye roll, Do pulls the taller a little further into his home, keeping him in the hallway to hide his surprise. “Close your eyes, first, Baek.” The younger mumbles under his breath, rubbing at his arm over his hoodie, but he complies, albeit unwillingly and with a lot of whispered complaints that go ignored. “Stay here.”
“Whatever you say, officer.”
Lee Do walks away with his eyes glued to the younger, to make sure he keeps his eyes closed and stays put. He only turns once he reaches the corner and hurries over to the side of the living room where he's set up Baek's birthday surprise.
The banner is, thankfully, still on the wall, the soup still hot, and Lee Do exhales sharply.
He hits the lights in the living room, flips the switch for the fairy lights and nods to himself.
This will do.
Do lights the candle with a shaky hand and lifts the plainly decorated cake between his palms, and walks back to Moon Baek with small steps, eyeing the small flame as he moves.
“Okay,” he calls out softly. “You can open your eyes now.”
Baek blinks, eyes looking past Lee Do in the dimness of the evening before they drop to him, mouth parting in surprise as soon as he processes the sight before him.
Do smiles shakily.
“Happy Birthday, Baek.”
Moon Baek stares at him blankly, at the cake in his hand, the dripping candle. Then back at him.
His silence stirs something uncomfortable in his gut.
“You don't…you don't like it?” Lee Do questions quietly, smile fading.
It takes Baek a long second to reply. A long second where regret curdles like sour milk in Do's stomach.
“I thought you didn't remember,” the younger replies, words hoarse with emotion, gaze glued to the white cream frosting of his cake. The man sniffs, the corners of his lips curling upwards weakly. “Aren't you supposed to sing for me now?”
A relieved sob of a laugh escapes the officer as he nods hurriedly.
With a shaky inhale, Lee Do sings for the younger, somewhat out of tune, and more so, speaking the words to the rhythm of the song. But the stars in the younger's eyes, and the joy on his face, make up for the slight embarrassment he felt in the red of his cheeks.
“Make a wish before you blow out your candle, Baek-ah.”
Eagerly, the taller slaps his hands together and squeezes his eyes shut for a few short seconds before he leans down to snuff out the flame with a large huff.
“Wanna know what I wished for?”
He moves the cake onto a hand, laces his now unoccupied hand with Baek's larger one and leads him down the dark hallway.
“You shouldn't speak your wishes out loud. They won't come true.”
Moon Baek grunts in disagreement, following Lee Do down the hallway. “But I need to tell you this one so it can happen.”
“Why?”
“Because Do, negotiating kinks ensures a healthy relatio- what's this?”
The fairy lights aren't bright, but it's enough for the elder to see and memorise the dazed look of wonder on the latter's face.
Quickly, Do realises he adores it.
“Come sit, let's eat.”
Moon Baek goes after him blindly, stumbling to his seat, fingers still clutching on tight to Do's, as he takes in the decorations, the food, the lights.
“You did this… for me?”
“Of course,” he agrees easily, moving to serve their food with a single hand. “Here, have the soup first.”
Baek stares into his bowl.
“Lee Do-yah,” he murmurs into the calm, “you're spoiling me.”
“No,” he reaches over and tugs Baek's chin towards him with all the tenderness he can muster. “I just love you.”
The younger exhales sharply at his words, blinking rapidly. Do can't help but lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, heart swelling with emotion.
“Eat,” he urges.
Moon Baek eats quietly, all whilst staring at him, contemplative and overwhelmed, so Lee Do lets him be for a while. Until he breaks the silence.
“No one's done something like this for me before.”
The older freezes with his spoon held to his mouth, heart tugging harshly at his words.
“And? Do you like it?”
“Mh,” he agrees. “I'd love anything you do for me.”
“I'm glad.”
The younger eagerly downs his seaweed soup and moves on to the fried chicken with a gleeful grin, but Lee Do slaps his fingers away and points at the chopsticks with his glare, earning a huff and a puff.
“You don't want some?”
The older eyes the red sauce dripping down the fried drumstick with distaste. “I'm good, thanks.”
“Weak.”
“You're lucky it's your birthday.”
Baek grins, cheeks stuffed with chicken.
And with his lips slathered messily in sauce, he steals a stealthy kiss from Lee Do.
“Yah!” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but it's too late- the touch of spice makes his lips tingle. His anger quells quickly, though, at the sound of Baek's laugh.
“It's not that spicy, c'mon now, love.”
“Baek,” he groans, frustratedly.
“Mh?”
“You know I don't handle spice well.”
“Oh, I know,” His eyes glinted with mischief. “I just like watching you struggle with it.”
What-
Baek uses his shock to his advantage and pulls him into a heady kiss by the back of his neck, grip tender unlike his tongue that parts his lips harshly, coaxing a whimper from Do with ease.
But Lee Do is a fool.
As soon as their lips meet, his brain goes fuzzy, and he melts into the familiar tangle with open arms, reaching up to pull Baek's dizzying warmth as close as their chairs would allow.
Until the spice hits.
It feels like firecrackers on his tongue, like the repetitive snap of an elastic band against the plush of his lips, and instantly, he tears up and pulls away sharply from the younger.
“Crazy bastard,” he spits, sniffing angrily (not because his nose was beginning to drip), at the wanton glare the other looks at him with, hands reaching desperately for a glass of water.
But Baek stops him with a shake of his head.
“Let me kiss it away.”
“No-” he moves to stand, only to be tugged back down by his wrists.
“Please, hyung. You look so cute like this,” the younger begs, half-lidded eyes glued to his swollen mouth.
Hyung.
Lee Do flushes in embarrassment, ears and cheeks burning red.
Moon Baek moves in when Lee Do doesn't reply, slower this time, giving him the time and space to tell him to stop if that's what he really wanted.
But Lee Do, as we know it, is a fool.
At first, the kisses make the sting of spice worse, especially with how strongly it lingered in the latter's mouth. Saliva pools under his tongue, and all the blood in his body rushes to his head with how desperately he gasps for air between the tiny gaps of reprieve Baek allows him.
Eventually, though, as the younger sucked on his tongue and lapped at the roof of his mouth, teeth just as unforgiving when he nibbled on the swell of his lips that felt like they were starting to bruise, the heat fades away to the gentle push and pull of mind-numbing pleasure.
That's when he remembers.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he taps at the younger's shoulder briskly, wondering when he'd climbed into the latter's lap.
Baek releases him with a disapproving grunt.
“What?”
“I-” His chest heaves as he gulps desperately. “I still have to give you your gift.”
“Gift?” Baek looks around the room with a curious gaze, happily distracted at the mention of a gift.
“Not here.”
“Then?”
Standing on his shaky legs, the officer takes his boyfriend by the hand and leads him further into his home, receiving a grunt of approval behind him when he pushes his bedroom door open.
“Birthday sex with the love of my life? This day couldn't get any better.”
“Don't make me regret it, and go sit on the chair.”
“This chair wasn't here last night.”
No, it wasn't- Lee Do dragged it into his room as soon as Baek left his place early in the morning, unintentionally having slept the night at Do's and forgetting about his responsibilities. Like his very important job.
“Baek.” He stares at the younger blankly.
“Fine. Fine, I'll sit.”
Do rewards him with a short, heated kiss that has the younger chasing after him as soon as he pulls away.
Instead, he tugs at the younger's hoodie, pulling it over Baek's head swiftly, and leaves him in his baggy cargo pants. For now.
Then with a soft hand, he cups Moon Baek's chin and makes him look up at him.
“You are to sit and watch.” Brown eyes glaze over instantly at his quiet words.“You are not allowed to touch yourself, and you can't touch me either. Not until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”
Baek moans softly, nuzzling into the hand against his face and arching into the hand travelling down his bare chest.
“Do you understand, Baek-ah?” He repeats a little more sternly, fingers tracing the length of the younger's stiffening cock under his pants.
“Yes, hyung,” comes his breathy reply.
Do presses a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose and leisurely moves to his bed with his back now facing the latter, shedding his clothes as he goes.
He crawls across his sheets, lying down in the centre, so that the younger has the perfect view of all his movements.
With nimble fingers, he digs under a pillow and finds the lube he'd stashed there a mere hour ago, all whilst eagerly sucking on three fingers, lathering them up with his spit.
Moon Baek whines, the sound catching the elder's gaze. The sight of the latter twitching in his seat already, cheeks flushing red and his hands fisted on his lap is enough to harden Do's half-mast cock fully.
He doesn't use a lot- just a dollop of lube across spit slick fingers that he brings down between his bent legs, all whilst maintaining eye contact with the struggling younger.
Lee Do shivers at the coldness of lube when he circles his rim, teeth digging into his kiss-sore lips at the first gentle intrusion of a finger to the second knuckle. He pumps, once, twice, eyelids fluttering at the feeling and smoothly adds a second finger to the stretch.
This time, he can't bite back the moan that escapes him.
“Hyung,” Moon Baek lets out shakily at the sound of his pleasure.
It brings a smile to Lee Do's face.
“Patience, Baek-ah. I haven't come yet.”
His fingers are too short to reach his prostate, especially in the position he was in, but that's not what he's aiming for.
Right now, all he craves is the feeling of fullness, and although his were no match for Moon Baek's fingers or cock, it would do with the sound of the latter's begs and gaze tied to him.
“Fuck- Do, sweetheart, I can't- I can't watch you like this and not touch you- please-”
“You can,” the older man moans, pressing a third finger past his rim as his other hand slides down his chest and stomach to trace the tip of his leaking cockhead. “You'll do what hyung asked of you, yes?”
“Mh,” Moon Baek nods hastily, shifting in place, eyes drawn to the sight between Lee Do's thighs. “Wanna fuck you, hyung. Please.”
“Then you'll- mh-wait.”
He moves his fingers a little faster now, fisting at his cock loosely, precum easing the friction, a whine high in his throat.
Baek's stare is heavy and intense, weighing on him heavily, making his muscles tense, his heart pump faster, and it brings him that much closer to his release.
All it takes is his thumb digging into the slit of his cock and the curling of his fingers inside him, and all too soon, he's throwing his head back with a groan, cum pooling in the dips of his abdomen and staining his fingers.
He melts into the sheets with a sigh and holds out his messy fingers for the younger to see, his other hand still pumping within him, slower, to ease him out of the overstimulation.
“Come clean me up.”
Baek moves fast at his words, dragging himself up onto the bed and towards the older, hands reaching out for him.
But Lee Do tuts in disapproval.
“I didn't say you can touch just yet. Use your mouth.”
With a groan, Moon Baek kneels between his spread thighs, plants his hands on either side of Lee Do's hips, leans towards his outstretched arm and laps at his cum stained fingers eagerly, coaxing them into the warmth of his mouth with his tongue.
His eyes flutter as he sucks them clean, the sight sending shivers down Do's spine that only intensify when Baek releases his fingers to lick down his stomach, leaving no trace of his spend behind except for the thin layer coating his bottom lip.
“Good boy,” he can't help but praise with his raspy voice, fingers combing through the younger's thick locks lovingly.
Moon Baek melts into the touch, head falling by his softened cock, vision glazing over with lust as he stares up at him.
“Can I touch you now, hyung? Please?”
Lee Do nods.
With an eager whimper, Moon Baek crawls over him, nose tracing along the contours of the older’s body as he makes his way up, the odd kiss and bite having Lee Do twitch within the resilient fingers wrapped tightly around his torso.
“Will you let me fuck you now, hyung?” The taller near sobs against his throat, where he hides, his hips stuttering against the soft flesh of the officer’s inner thigh pathetically. But Do flinches at the harsh material of the latter’s trousers rubbing against the sensitive spot. “‘M sorry,” Baek apologises, words teetering desperately when he leaves the safety of the older’s body to glance at him. “I’m sorry, hyung, didn’t mean to hurt you, ‘m sorry.”
Do shushes him gingerly, fingers caressing the swell of the younger’s cheekbones in hopes of soothing him. When that doesn’t work and Moon Baek continues to search his gaze with tearful worry, the older pulls his head down to his lips and peppers loving kisses down the bridge of his nose, along his jawline, up his cheek, one on the centre of his forehead and one on his cupid’s bow.
“I’m alright, Baek-ah,” he whispers against his lips, happily accepting more of the latter’s weight when the tension dissipates from his muscles gradually. “Let’s get you out of these, hm?”
Baek agrees keenly, allowing Lee Do to reach between them to tug his zipper down and pry his cargoes and boxers off with swift, familiar movement, all the while his hands remain glued to the older’s skin with wandering purpose.
They stay like that for, he doesn’t know how long, but the warmth of their skin and the sweet waves of elation simmering under their caressing fingertips feel too blissful to ignore.
So, they stay and stew within their bubble until hips start to roll softly, and once more, pleasure darts through them without mercy.
“Want hyung to help you, baby?” Moon Baek nods fervently, fingers stretched around the elder’s ribs possessively, cock leaking over his own endlessly and making a mess of his stomach and thighs, drenching the sheets under him. “I need words, Baek-ah.”
“Yes, please, hyung.”
“Hm,” Lee Do agrees easily. Then with lithe fingers, he guides Baek’s cock to his rim, pressing the thick head in smoothly a pleased sigh. “Go on, baby. You can fuck me now.”
With a muffled sob, the younger pushes into him all at once, quite literally fucking the breath out of his lungs.
“J-just like that, pup,” Do stutters out on a gasp, clinging to the younger’s broad shoulders at the steady, harsh pace of his hips, barely pulling out before he fucks back in with even more gusto than the previous thrust.
Moon Baek is all heavy pants and whimpers above him, his ardent stare drinking in every jerk and shudder, moan and cry exuding from Lee Do, more interested in aiming at his prostate with delicious accuracy and making him come on his cock alone, than chasing his own pleasure.
It builds fast and uncontrollably- his release- like an overflowing dam, Lee Do’s eyes roll when he comes on a silent scream, all but convulsing in the younger’s unrelenting grip, cum coating his chest, splattering across his chin with how hard he comes. And mercilessly, Moon Baek keeps fucking into him, the sight of the older quivering on his girth, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, only egging him on as he leans down to lap at the drops of cum by his chin.
“Pretty,” the younger grunts, gathering Lee Do within his palms to keep him closer.
Still, his thrusts do not cease in their pace or aggression.
Lee Do curses out loud as pain and pleasure blend into one.
“Baek- Moon Baek, fuck,” his words slur as his body tenses once more, his cock somehow still hard but achingly sensitive.
Shivering, Baek nudges at his jaw and bites, hard, at the skin under his ear, the sting coaxing a loud yelp from the older, but he does it again, further down by his collarbone, and again on the flesh of his shoulder, pressing a whimper into his bite.
“G’nna come, hyung. Can I come, please? Hyung- hyung please, please, wanna come in you. Please-”
“Yes,” he heaves in reply, using a shaky hand to tug at his own weeping cock.
“Love you, love you,” Baek repeats like a broken record as he comes, hips slowing down to a rhythmless grind that has Lee Do following with his own release, a pitiful thing really- a dribble of clear liquid that joins the mess on his belly.
With shaky arms, he hugs the younger close and brushes his long hair away from his sweat-damp skin.
“Love you too, Baek-ah.”
“Mh,” the latter grunts, blinking up at him from where his head nestled on his chest. “You’re so pretty like this,” he rasps.
Lee Do huffs a laugh. “Sweaty and covered in cum?”
Moon Baek chuckles, reaching up with a groan for a kiss. “Because you’re covered in sweat and cum.”
He shakes his head in exasperation. “Happy Birthday.”
“Best birthday ever.”
With a smile, Do finally closes his eyes, beyond exhausted and mentally taking note of every strain and bruise, every ache that he’ll have to conceal at work tomorrow, as Baek scatters kisses across his body, the touch grounding them both, especially for the younger.
He’s about to fall asleep when Moon Baek shakes him gently.
“Mh?”
“I want cake.”
Lee Do’s eyes shoot open. “There’s ice cream in the freezer.”
Baek launches up at his words, taking Do's source of warmth with him as he wiggles out of bed with shining eyes, ass-naked as he heads for his sweet treat, as though he didn’t just exert all of his and Do’s energy mere seconds ago.
“You want some, my love?” He yells from the corridor.
Youth, he thinks miserably.
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