unknownballad | ❝ Halloween-themed stuff! ❞

It's almost comical sitting there, watching Hayun meander around before he noticed Yohan sitting there. Good thing he let the bodyguards know ahead of time that he'd be there. It's just as comical the way Hayun practically launches himself at Yohan and clings to him with all the tenacity of a determined octopus.

"Surprise~" is his simple answer to the question. He's careful to set Hayun's book down before wrapping his arm like an equally determined octopus around Hayun. He smiles so fondly at Hayun, finally reaching up to brush his fingers through the boy's hair. "You look adorable. I wanted to see for myself."

Perhaps it's that he's growing rather accustomed to the people who are a constant presence in Yohan's life becoming a constant presence in his own, but he should really pay for attention to his surroundings. And maybe ask himself a few more questions about a light that was on when he was sure he turned it off (though it really could have just been a mistake). He's used to the bodyguards he was sent to school with, and is especially used to knowing they'll keep him safe. That doesn't mean that he doesn't look out for himself at all anymore, but he's not so hyper aware of his surroundings. They allow him to relax a little.

And if not for them, Yohan wouldn't have gotten the meandering, comical display that he just got from Hayun!

Hayun hooks his ankles together behind Yohan and presses soft kisses to the side of the man's neck before burying his face there. "It looks really good, right? It took going to a few shops but I managed to find exactly what I was looking for. And I had pictures to send you so it's not like you wouldn't have seen it," he says, words a little muffled by Yohan's skin. He sits back just after that, though, to look at Yohan with a soft smile. "I'm so glad you're here though. I missed you a lot."

It's so nice hearing Hayun's voice in person, not through the phone or his tablet. There's just something intimate about it. Especially now that they're literally across the world from each other most of the time. Yohan would see Hayun more, but he doesn't want to be a distraction in the boy's studies. They text every day and talk multiple times a week, but it isn't quite the same as being in the same room.

It's definitely not the same as having Hayun draped over him, those warm lips stamping little kisses against his neck, the warmth and weight of him... Ah, even this apartment's scents make it clear that Hayun lives here. This is Hayun's space which means Yohan belongs in it. But, Yohan believes he belongs everywhere he is. There's still space dedicated to Hayun in Yohan's house, but it's haunted space. The ghost over his lover is nothing more than that.

But now he's here, with Hayun. Hayun who looks particularly lovely in his Halloween attire. Hayun who's nestled so close to him. Hayun who he misses so much he actually hates being apart. Once the boy moves back, Yohan sweeps in for a warm, lingering kiss. Just an affectionate gesture, not intended as a prelude to anything more.

"I missed you, too."

There's really nothing quite like getting to hear Yohan voice in person. He appreciates talking to him on the phone or video chatting with him, but nothing beats the non-digitized version. The real life, in person version. The version that allows him to feel Yohan's breath on his skin as he speaks, and allows him to hear the subtle shifts in his tone that simply don't come through on the phone. Best of all, it's the version that tells him that Yohan is here, right in front of him.

Once upon a time, Hayun had been prepared to go off on his own to college. He thought he would be fine with it. Off to start the next chapter of his life. He wasn't leaving anything behind but an empty home. And then he met Yohan and it became so much harder to leave. He had not only a man he deeply cared about but a whole household of people who meant the world to him. He never actually told Yohan how close he was to giving up the college of his choice just to go to school in Seoul so he could stay nearby.

At the end of every phone call, every good bye on video chat, each night when he has to stop texting, especially every time he has to let go of Yohan and allow him to go home, Hayun's heart breaks a little. And it doesn't get any easier. He thought it was supposed to get easier with time but it just gets so much harder. But he won't ask Yohan for more or longer phone calls and he won't ask him to visit more because he doesn't want to disrupt Yohan's entire life like that, nor does he want to risk falling behind on his schoolwork.

And though the infrequent visits are hard, it does make the times when he gets to see Yohan all the more special. Especially when it's entirely unexpected.

It actually feels surreal, having Yohan here and getting to be wrapped around the real, warm body of his boyfriend instead of the body pillow he sleeps with. He grew too accustomed to having Yohan next to him that he finds it difficult to sleep in a completely empty bed now. Not this time. Not tonight. Tonight he gets to sleep next to his amazing boyfriend.

When Yohan's lips touch his, Hayun practically puts his whole body into returning the kiss (even if it is just an affectionate gesture), going so far as even tightening his legs around Yohan's waist to pull himself closer. And when they part, he rests his forehead against the older man's.

"Mm I really missed that too." He's blushing. Please don't look at him. "How long are you here for? Please don't say it's just tonight."

There was a time, not all that long ago, when they would've had to make due with phone calls and emails. No texting, no video calls. What a time to be alive!

Listen, if Hayun wants that kiss to be leading into something more (which, let's be real it very likely will), it certainly can. With the way he's wrapping himself around Yohan, he's starting to think maybe his surprise visit might get more physical than he initially planned. That's nothing to complain about. It's been some time since they've been able to touch.

Maybe he could convince Hayun to keep his cute little costume on...

"I'm in town for a week," he advises, running his fingers gently through Hayun's hair. "I can stay here with you if you like. Or I can get a hotel. I wanted to see you first."

Hayun's grateful that he never really experienced a time before texting and video calls. Both things were really coming into their own by the time he was born so by the time he was old enough to have a cell phone, or to text and video chat, they were already the preferred way of communicating. Texting especially. So Hayun's never had to live without convenient ways to keep in touch with his boyfriend all the time. He's not sure what he would do otherwise.

"You're not leaving this apartment all week," he blurts out without a second thought. "I mean, like, I don't want you to get a hotel. I want you to stay here with me. Please. ...unless you find a nice hotel for us to spend the night in."

Hayun would like the kiss to lead into something more. He's been waiting patiently for the next time he saw Yohan in person, so they could kiss and something more. He hears about his classmates hooking up with a variety of partners, doing that whole experimenting in college thing and it makes him jealous. Well, not about the variety of partners part. He doesn't care about that. He has Yohan and he only wants Yohan. No he's jealous that his boyfriend isn't here for him to be physical with. Not even just sexually. But he is also a young man who has needs that touching himself while talking to Yohan just can't really do anything for.

So if it feels like Hayun is wiggling just a little more than he really needs to whenever he tries to get himself a little closer to Yohan (can he even get any closer at his point?), that's exactly what he's doing.

He had a feeling Hayun would want him to stay, for tonight at least. That's why he didn't get a hotel, yet. Why his brought in his suitcase with his things from the car. He doesn't have any business here, so the visit is solely to spend what time Hayun can afford to spare with his lover. It also means staying in Hayun's apartment won't be a problem. For him. Siwoo and company might need to get a hotel.

All that wiggling? Doesn't go unnoticed. He runs his hands over Hayun's lovely face, down the sides of his neck, over his shoulders, veering to his sides, only to come to rest on his hips. And give them a very deliberate jerk forward to rub Hayun against himself.

"I can stay here all week," he assures. "But right now, I just want to ask you to get your underwear off."

He should have assumed that Hayun would want him to stay here for the entire week, though it's understandable that he didn't. Hayun is trying to focus on his schooling and having Yohan in his space makes doing that a little more difficult. Which means that this is going to be a very interesting week. At least he'll have an amazing subject for any photo related assignments for the next week. And an excellent subject for his own photo collection.

Siwoo and the others, however, may need a hotel. As much as he adores Siwoo and everyone else, he doesn't really have room for too many more. That and he wants to be as alone with Yohan as he can get for much of the time that he's here.

Hayun's eyes fall closed and he chews on his bottom lip as those hands move over him. He missed this. He missed Yohan's hands (warm, skilled hands that he loves so much. Making him feel safe. Making him feel good) and the way they feel on him. His face, his body. His eyes snap open and he gasps in surprise (and maybe something other than surprise) when Yohan jerks him forward. His face almost instantly flushes a soft pink.

"Get out of my- Oh. Right now." His face flushes a little more (will he ever get used to Yohan being so direct? He actually hopes not, truthfully) and he pushes Yohan's hands off of his hips so he can climb to his feet. He reaches up under the skirt of his costume and tugs his underwear down, kicked them off to the side. Then he turns around and reaches over his shoulder to point to the zipper on his back. "Can you help me with that?" One of his assigned bodyguards had to help him zip it up.

Video calls and imagination are all fine and good, but nothing beats having Hayun in his arms. Nothing's better than the real Hayun to kiss and touch. Nothing's better than how shy he still gets after all this time. Yohan loves it when he averts his eyes, when his cheeks go pink. After all this time. It's quite endearing.

"No. I want you to leave that on."

Video calls and imagination can only take them so far. Even if he closes his eyes and listens only to the sound of Yohan's voice, Hayun is still clearly being touched by his own hand. He's become far too familiar with the feeling of Yohan's hands for his imagination to really make much ground. He knows all of Yohan too well. It works when it's all they have, but nothing can compare to this.

Letting his hand drop back to his side, Hayun faces the front again, away from Yohan. Sorry but he doesn't get to see Hayun's face every time he starts to blush. He can probably still the way his ears are turning a little red through his hair though. "Really? Okay. I can leave it on." A few deep, calming breaths and then he turns to look down at Yohan, holding out his hands as though he's at all strong enough to help Yohan up and only his feet. "Your turn." Yohan has to lose at least a bit of clothing too.

Yohan's only in pajamas, so losing some clothing won't be hard. He stands up, moving very near to Hayun, hungry eyes on him the whole time. Deft fingers pluck each button of his nightshirt open, a fluid roll of his shoulders sends it slithering over his arms to the floor. Then he hooks his thumbs into the waist of his pajama pants and pushes them down, kicking them to the side.

"Better?"

Hayun tips his head back to look up at Yohan when he stands, though his eyes dart downwards every time a new button comes undone. Ever new bit of skin that's exposed seems to pull his focus, despite his attempts to keep his eyes on the man's face. That's always difficult though. Sometimes looking Yohan in the face is like looking at the sun. Especially when they're this close, when Yohan is shedding his clothing, when they're preparing to get intimate. No matter how many times they do this, he still feels a little awkward about it, he still gets shy. He shouldn't. He still furiously blushes. He shouldn't. He does.

Even now, his entire face is a soft pink to rival his hair. He boldly presses his hands to Yohan's bare chest and the colour creeps down his neck. He presses his lips together and looks off to the side as he slides one hand down down down Yohan's torso. He presses his burning face to the middle of Yohan's chest as he trails his fingers down the man's shaft.

"Better..."

Without further comment, Hayun moves back from Yohan and then darts off to his bedroom. "I'll be right back!" he calls over the sounds of rustling around on the other side of the wall. Then silence, followed soon after by the sound of soft footsteps growing closer. He reappears with his hands behind his back, returning to that same spot he'd run off from, very near to Yohan. Hayun tosses the bottle of lube he'd just retrieved from his nightstand down onto the plush mushroom.

"Now that's better."

In previous partners, that continued shyness became tiresome. Irksome, even. Yet somehow, it's absolutely endearing in Hayun. It doesn't diminish the fire he feels for this boy. This beautiful boy. His beautiful boy. It hasn't grown old or unwanted. In fact, Yohan looks forward to watching Hayun's ear go pink and his cheeks darken. He savors it in a way he never has with anyone before.

When Hayun comes close to press his face against Yohan's chest, he takes a second to loosely wrap his arms around him. It probably hasn't been more than a month since they're seen each other in person, but it feels like so much longer. He needs to feel Hayun pressed against him, smell that scent that's so familiar to him now. This is all so perfect, really. Spontaneous in a way.

Yohan sucks in a sharp breath when Hayun's fingers drift over his cock. It's eager to see him, too, twitching in interest at that little teasing touch. There was a time when Hayun wouldn't have been so bold. That he is now delights Yohan immensely.

Of course he lets Hayun go when he moves, knowing what his young lover is likely going to get. Just as he suspected. A playful grin curls up on corner of his mouth and he glances over his shoulder at the plush mushroom. "Right here, huh?"

They've been together for several years now, they've been having sex for several years now, but he still has his shy moments. Yohan is just a very overwhelming presence. Hayun pushes through his shyness though. He doesn't hesitate so much anymore. He touches what he wants to touch, even if there is a bit of meekness in the touch itself. Like the way his fingers once again ghost over the older man's cock, his own fingers twitching with the desire to wrap around it, to stroke it, to feel it growing harder in his hand.

He doesn't, though. At least not yet. He may be bolder than he used to be, but he still has to work up to some things. And that he gets to tease Yohan along the way is a nice bonus.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the apartment but us so yeah, right here."

It really does feel like it's been so long since they'd last seen each other. Each time they're apart, it feels like longer until they're together again. It doesn't matter if it's one month exactly every time. It starts to feel like two and three and four. And it feels like their time together keeps getting shorter. Like this time, they have an entire week together and there at the beginning of it, it feels like plenty of time to spend together, but once it comes to the end, it'll feel like he's just gotten here. A blink and you'll miss it sort of thing. Not to mention that it won't be the entire week, since Hayun still has classes to attend for many of those days. He can't get ahead of himself, though. He can't spend too much time thinking about the end that he misses out on the beginning.

"Right here," he repeats, this time curling his fingers around Yohan's cock. Look at that. He worked up to it.

Age and experience have made Hayun bolder than he once was, something Yohan appreciates. He's not as shy as he once was. There's still some shyness, which Yohan savors, but he's been so very pleased to watch Hayun grow more confident in their intimate relations. There once was a time when Hayun would hardly touch his cock without guidance. And now here he is teasing!

Yohan sucks in a breath as those fingers ghost over his cock. And then a sigh when they curl around him in earnest. Maybe he should be embarrassed at hos easy it is for Hayun to get him worked up. He's not. Why should he feel any flavor of shame about his attraction to this beautiful boy?

"Right here," Yohan echoes. Right here, on the plush mushroom with Hayun in his fairy costume. He reaches up to cup Hayun's cheek in one hand, a satisfied smile on his lips. "I want you to ride me."

Age and experience. Enough time with the same man to feel more than comfortable around him. But Hayun is just shy by nature. It'll never truly go away. Especially not as long as he's with someone like Yohan, this truly breathtaking man. No, not someone like Yohan, but just Yohan. He'd never find someone like Yohan again.

Hayun smiles rather innocently up at his boyfriend when he very clearly reacts to Hayun's touch. There's something about making Yohan breathe like that that sends a shiver up his spine. Yohan, this rich and powerful man, a widely feared crime boss, reacting like this to him. Incredible. Hayun isn't quite sure he'll ever get over it.

Beginning to stroke Yohan's cock, tugging and pulling at the skin, Hayun glances over at the plush mushroom where he'd tossed the lube. He didn't necessarily intend for that to be their destination, but he can't argue with the convenience and comfort of it. Plus Yohan will be there naked. What's not to love?

"Sit down, please."

"Mmm," Yohan hums softly when Hayun's hand begins to move. Power feels good. He can imagine how it feels for someone a very normal as Hayun to be able to have this kind of control over someone like Yohan. Could it be the way people who tame lions used to feel? Dark lashes flutter and another soft sigh slips from his lips.

"Please," Yohan repeats with a lopsided grin. "My precious boy, always so polite," he sighs happily. It's refreshing, given how most of the people in Yohan's life behave. Sarcastic, crass, violent at worst. And then there's Hayun. Respectful, polite, humble. So damn refreshing.

He looks between them, pointedly at Hayun's hand. "I'm going to need you to let go of that."

Power does feel good. Hayun's never really held much power of any sort at any time in his life, and now here he is with some semblance of control over an incredibly powerful man. He often wonders if how he feels with Yohan is how Yohan feels all the time. It's a wonderful feeling. It doesn't make him want any more than this, though. Just a taste of power would make many people crave more and more but for Hayun, this is enough. This is more than enough. He's never been the sort of person who wants power. He just wants Yohan.

A few more long, languid strokes and then Hayun releases Yohan's cock with a soft, mildly embarrassed laugh. Then he holds his hands up in the air as though Yohan needs the proof that they're now empty. "Right. Sorry. Now sit down. Please."

They've come so far since the first time they slept together. Hayun's still shy, but bolder than he ever was before. He's less afraid to ask for what he wants, to show Yohan what he wants. But still so damn polite.

"So naughty," he teases once Hayun's unhanded him. However, he does as Hayun asks, settling himself comfortably on the plush mushroom. Even just a few seconds without contact feels like they're once again across the world from each other. So, in case Hayun's feeling any nerves or hesitation, Yohan stretches his arms out to welcome the boy into his lap. "I like this side of you."

Once upon a time, his grandparents made sure to teach him good manners. It was important to them that Hayun grow up to be polite and respectful, so it became important to Hayun to remain that way even after their passing. And that extends to politely asking his boyfriend to take a seat so he can ride him like they both want.

However, respect tends to also mean respecting your elders and he'd very much like to do some disrespectful things with Yohan. Oh he has gotten a little bolder than he ever used to be, hasn't he? He still feels like he has a ways to go yet, but he's getting there step by step. Though he does feel like he's made great strides in the time he and Yohan have been together.

Hayun giggles and twirls around before taking Yohan's hands and dropping to his knees, straddling the man's lap. "Maybe fairy costumes are the key to bringing out Naughty Hayun. Or skirts." Hayun presses his lips together a little shyly then releases Yohan's hands so he can wrap both of his own around the man's cock. "Or maybe just my hot, naked boyfriend who I haven't seen in a while."

It's probably easier now since they've done quite a few disrespectful things together. Yes, Hayun's bolder about it now and Yohan appreciates the growth. Almost as much as he appreciates Hayun's hands on his dick. Dark eyes flutter and Yohan sighs low and deep. He's missed this, the feel of Hayun's skin against his.

"Maybe you should wear skirts more often. They're pretty accessible." Yohan's never going to complain about his boy wearing something easier to have sex in. Not ever.

Skin against skin. Hayun's missed this too. Not just Yohan's dick in his hands (though also absolutely his hands on Yohan's dick. Make no mistake) but the simple, more innocent types of contact too. Yohan kissing his forehead or touching his cheek, holding hands or even just his arms against the back of Yohan's neck when they hug. But at least the want for those more innocent touches he's been able to stave off a little with Vincent. Being affectionate with his friend in a very tactile way helps to keep the want to touch Yohan from becoming too overwhelming. Unfortunately it does nothing for all the other ways he wants to touch and be touched. As much as video chats have helped, directing each other on where to touch themselves is simply not the same.

It's not the same as feeling Yohan's skin against his bare thighs, feeling him under his hands. It's not the same.

Pulling one hand away to reach for the bottle of lube, Hayun starts that languid stroking again with the other. "I kinda look good in them, right?" Base to tip and back down again. "They're pretty accessible? To wha-" There's a soft gasp of realization and a barely audible 'oh' on the exhale. His eyes dart from side to side, as though checking to make sure they truly are alone, then his voice drops down to a whisper. "Especially if I don't wear anything under it."

Indeed, their video chats only get them so far. It's an intimacy, but it lacks the contact they both truly crave: the contact from each other. Even just the brush of Hayun's bare thighs against his is enough to make Yohan's blood run hotter. And it makes his blood run to a certain part that Hayun's currently playing with.

How can Hayun be so cute when he's also being sexy? A true mystery. To accentuate the point, Yohan slides a hand under the adorable fairy skirt, up Hayun's thigh. A slow, steady creeping until his fingers brush in a tease against the boy's cock. A wicked smile pulls at his lips and he sighs quietly. "Especially if you don't war anything under it."

The lack of physical intimacy from Yohan has been one of the hardest parts about going away to college. He never could've imagined how much he'd crave the older man's body against his. He never had to imagine, because he'd never been without. They've had almost total access to each other ever since they started getting physical but not any longer. Hayun spends most of the year on the other side of the globe. Very limited access.

Hayun looks down as Yohan's hand disappears beneath his skirt. There's always been something incredibly sexy about Yohan's hands under his clothes. It gives the illusion of something happening in secret, something hidden from even his own view. It's exciting and feels a little naughty while also being rather safe and secure. Despite feeling the entire journey of Yohan's hand beneath his skirt, those teasing fingers seem to take him by surprise as does his own soft whimper.

"No one would know except for you," he manages once he finds his voice again.

For what it's worth, Hayun, Yohan finds it harder to fall asleep without the boy next to him. Even though they didn't spend every night together prior to Hayun going abroad, it was easier because he knew how often they would sleep in the same bed. Now, they both have to survive off dirty talk, video chats, and their own devices (be it hands or toys). It's a real sacrifice, but one they're obviously both willing to make for Hayun to pursue his education.

Hayun may have looked down, but Yohan's still staring at the boy's face as he curls his fingers around his cock, squeezing gently before giving a few teasing pulls. Just a few, then his hand returns to Hayun's thigh.

"I missed this."

❝ Halloween-themed stuff! ❞

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