[FI] Early Mornings

The following takes place during the events of Feathertouch Impact. (Can also be read on AO3.)

It was a relatively early morning. Somewhere close to seven o’clock, but knowing how his luck worked, it was probably still in the six-family. But Hwa Young was feeling good. It was rare that he woke up this sprightly and energetic. He enjoyed his life, but he couldn’t say that there were often times when he was filled with this… this children’s movie level of happy to be alive. Just up and at ‘em and ready to soak in the rays with a smile on his face. But that’s where he was this morning, and he was just trying to enjoy himself.

Yuseong was still sleeping, so Hwa Young helped himself a simple breakfast of granola, fruits, and the last of the cold noodles. Whose was this, actually…? It was hard to remember. They had both been so drunk when they stacked up the leftovers, it was a wonder that nothing was flipped over or stacked messily.

He exchanged coffee for an herbal butterscotch tea that tasted almost exactly the same. Hwa Young glanced in the direction of their bedroom while he drank, wondering if that would be the thing that finally caused the other man to stir. Nope—and usually coffee or coffee-adjacent things usually drew him out of his slumber like cartoon smoke turning into a hand and guiding him by the chin. Hwa Young smiled at the imaginary and laughed quietly to himself as he leaned back against their counter so he could stare out the windows.

His Yuseong could be so cute sometimes. His sullen face made young by his early morning pouting was just too much—! If only their fans know how adorable their mysterious oppa could be. Hwa Young raised a brow as he thought about some overnight shows they’ve done, and if he remembered correctly, Yuseong always kept his back to the camera or covered his face when he first woke up. Ah, probably for that reason too. Hwa Young smiled.

　　And such a tease, he thought proudly, knowing that he was the only person that got to enjoy Yuseong like this. Outside of his dad, of course. HA. And those two were a pair whenever they were together.

Another laugh, and Hwa Young knocked back the last of his tea, powering through the burn he felt at the roof of his mouth. He quickly rinsed the cup before flipping it upside down on their dry mat and walking over to the rectangular windows that looked over the city. Hwa Young swept up his phone from the coffee table as he passed. With it in hand, he opened a few apps on his phone, one of them being the countdown music app FaBLE and other idols used now. He brought up his playlist that had their slow dance ballads and set the timer for thirty seconds. As it counted down, he quickly activated his camera, its timer, and then he set up his phone to record.

So many motions that were all old hat to him now. There were twelve seconds on the clock by the time he stepped away, and he was grateful for it. He stretched a little, small rises of his arms and twists of his hips. “Ah!” He hurried forward and turned the phone down a bit just in case it disturbed Yuseong.

He cared about this man so much; he truly, truly did.

Smiling, Hwa Young stepped back again and began to run through the choreography for the songs that came up. He already had a few ideas for captions once he sized down the videos and posted them on social media. Maybe he’d answer a few comments since he was in the mood. That might be fun. Maybe he could have an impromptu 2Tube live. Hm… Maybe once he saw what was on their schedule for today.

Hwa Young danced through the sunlight, not putting any power into his moves. He was mostly vibing with the tunes and mouthing along to the words that meant so much to him, to Yuseong, to their fans. Hwa Young tilted his head down to the camera. The sunlight caught his eyes and made them shine like polished precious gems. He smiled, hoping that his good energy would pass through the screen to whoever watched. That was all he could hope for. Honestly, as an idol, it was all he could ever hope so.

　　Halfway through his dancing, Hwa Young saw another figure in the camera. He grinned upon seeing Yuseong. “Mm, morning,” Yuseong groaned. He had a hand rubbing over his face and through his hair, mussing it up handsomely.

Hwa Young jogged over to his phone to stop the recording. He had more than enough material to work with anyway. He’d have to edit out Yuseong emerging out of their bedroom topless, groggy, pouty, and oh too adorable. Hwa Young stuffed his phone into his pajama pants before turning around to greet his partner.

　　“Morning, baby.” He grinned and drew Yuseong into his arms, only to be met with the cutest expression.

　　Yuseong squinted his eyes and scrunched up his nose as he leaned his head back. “Morning breath.”

　　“I cleaned up a bit before.”

　　“I meant me.” Yuseong moved his hand to push away Hwa Young by the face.

Hwa Young laughed and let himself be pushed. Still, his fingers skimmed Yuseong’s hips and found that something was different. He made a curious noise before looking down and seeing that Yuseong was wearing different sleep pants. The drawstring was drawn tight enough that the material gathered tight around his hips. The pants were a shade of grey that Yuseong found annoying—heather, for reference—which meant that he hadn’t picked them on purpose. Aah, the joys of falling into bed completely toasted.

　　Even though Yuseong was moving past him, Hwa Young only allowed him a few steps before hugging him from behind and hooking his chin on Yuseong’s shoulder. “You’re warm.”

　　“Slept good.” Yuseong allowed the hug. In fact, he leaned into Hwa Young’s body and closed his eyes, feeling the temptation to doze off just like that.

　　“I know you did.” Hwa Young kissed his bare shoulder. “You’re so cute when you sleep.”

　　“Shut up.”

　　“Nah.” Hwa Young chuckled. “You’re even better when you wake up.”

　　“Mm. Are you going to let me?” Yuseong turned his head and barely opened his eyes to stare at Hwa Young. “I want some of that coffee you made.”

　　“Wasn’t coffee. It was something else.”

“Give it anyway.”

　　“Only if I get a kiss.”

Yuseong rolled his eyes, but he once again allowed Hwa Young to do as he pleased. His lips were soft, though a little dry. Hwa Young gave him another small peck in appreciation, and Yuseong hummed like it was a purr. He was always so agreeable when he first got up. Hwa Young turned him around and leaned him against the counter.

　　“Enjoy the sun. It’s nice out today.”

　　“Want to go for a walk later?” Yuseong pressed a hand on the edge behind him and ruffled his hair with his free one.

　　“Sure.” Hwa Young graciously took in the view, raking his eyes over the gorgeous view in front of him.

He could never get enough of Yuseong’s body, and he snuck more than a few lyrics alluding to the man’s beauty over their years together. But his appreciation stopped and all thought flew out of his head as his eyes landed on his sleep pants.

The thing about the fly was that it was closed with a single button. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t have mattered as Hwa Young often wore some kind of underwear when he fell asleep, but Yuseong wasn’t like him. He liked to sleep either completely naked or without any underwear. That fact was evident right now. With the slanted way the pants were sitting on his body, it was all too easy to catch a glimpse of Yuseong’s cock in the openings above and below the button.

Hwa Young’s gaze was locked on that spot. He bit down on his bottom lip as he debated with himself about what to do.

　　“Seong-han?” Yuseong asked, voice low and scratchy from his sleep.

　　“Just… one more thing before I make your tea.”

　　Yuseong pouted again as a dark brow shot up. “Mn?”

And then, Hwa Young dropped down to his knees in front of him. His fingers slid over the covered thighs, kneading and squeezing them through the thick material. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and pressed a kiss over that hard-working button. Above and below, he could taste skin, and Yuseong sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth.

　　“S-Seong-han…”

Hwa Young just smiled against him and flicked his tongue into the bottom space. He caught the head of Yuseong’s cock, know the curve and shape of it well. He hummed in satisfaction as he proceeded to lave it with attention. A hand fell on his head; Yuseong sighed above him. Hwa Young slid his fingers over to pop the single button and gave himself greater access to Yuseong’s cock. He didn’t need his hands for this; he teased with his lips, worshiped with his tongue, pressed long and adoring kisses with his full lips.

Yuseong groaned above him. His thighs twitched with the smallest thrust, but he gave nothing else. Hwa Young glanced up at him once and admired the hazy look in his lover’s eyes. Yuseong wouldn’t need instruction from here on; he knew to follow his own desires just from that once glimpse along. Hwa Young’s eyes closed, and he licked Yuseong into his mouth completely. He tilted his head slightly. When he moaned, it was not only because of how Yuseong felt so right in his mouth but because he knew how much Yuseong liked the way it felt.

And even now, his pleasure was all too apparent. Yuseong gave another partial thrust before allowing himself to relax and slowly riding the wave of pleasure as he thrust against Hwa Young’s tongue. It was all so lazy and slow. Just like how Hwa Young’s morning started: lazy and comfortable, unhurried in enjoying what he already had. He was savouring Yuseong’s taste just as Yuseong was savouring his feel. They gave to each other and took with great relish.

　　“Seong-han,” Yuseong moaned.

　　Jae-Suk, Hwa Young replied in his mind. Instead of attempting to say anything, he just moaned deep in his chest.

He kneaded Yuseong’s thigh as he rocked into Hwa Young’s mouth, occasionally pushing deeper when the mood struck him. At one such moment, Hwa Young opened his eyes again and stared at the man above that.

　　Do you like this, baby? Say my name.

　　“S-Seong-han…” Yuseong’s head tilted back.

And Hwa Young chuckled around him. Like clockwork. He decided to help this time. He matched Yuseong’s easy going rhythm, pushing his head down until his lips hugged Yuseong’s base and moaning when he pulled back. Yuseong’s own noises were becoming more apparent. His breathing came short; every exhale was a groan or a plea. He clutched the back of Hwa Young’s head and met his lover’s eyes when they found each other again.

Hwa Young allowed himself to stare. It only made the moment all the more intimate for him, and he wanted to see how Yuseong looked when he came in this early morning light. How high could his fairytale mood go when his beloved finally spilled?

He was about to find out.

He closed his eyes for a second, only because Yuseong pulled him close and stuffed his throat full of cock. After finding his center, Hwa Young looked up at him again and found immense pleasure in the way Yuseong fell apart above and inside of him. He stroked Yuseong’s thighs with both hands as if congratulating him. One last, long, indulgent hum made sure that every little bit of Yuseong’s worth was claimed before he finally drew back.

　　Hwa Young stood up with a groan, muttering something about his knees in good humour, before he turned to face their kitchen. “Alright, let me get you your tea.”

　　Yuseong snatched him by the wrist. “Hey.”

　　An amused grin split Hwa Young’s lips. “You just came in me. Now, you want a kiss?”

　　“Yes,” Yuseong insisted as he dragged Hwa Yong back into him.

　　“Spoiled.” But Hwa Young didn’t deny him. The kiss was languid and made Hwa Young tremble with a building want.  His hand traced Yuseong’s shoulder, and Yuseong thumbed at his wrist.

The feeling of tongue nearly made him bend Yuseong over the counter to take him then and there, but he managed his restraint. When they finally broke after two, three, maybe four attempts, he let out a shaky sigh.

　　“Tea now, please,” Yuseong said with a small smile.

　　It was Hwa Young’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sure, let me get that for you.”

　　“Thanks.” Yuseong watched him go. After, he crossed his arms and stared outside.

Checking in on himself, that fairtytale bubbly feeling had grown exponentially, and Hwa Young wasn’t surprised. He was in an odd mood, but at least it was a good one. Yuseong being here meant that he was going to be a little annoying in sharing his love, but at least Yuseong would take it. Gladly. It wasn’t as if they could exactly show it outside of here.

　　When the tea was done, he set down the drink on the counter and flipped the towel over his shoulder. “Here you go, baby.”

　　Yuseong turned slowly before looking at him, that small smile returning. “Thanks, love.”

Hwa Young just smiled back at him. He cared about this man a lot. He really, really did.

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