A Morning Affair
Hyukjae woke up with the sun in his eyes. As bright as it was, the sunshine was still too warm to turn away from. He laid there for some time, allowing his skin to soak in some vitamin D. When he felt satiated, he rolled over, arms reaching blindly for his lover. He was met with empty space.
Frowning slightly, Hyukjae cracked his eyes opened. The bed was empty, but kneeling next to it, chin propped up with both hands, was Donghae. Donghae, seeing Hyukjae was awake, perked up immediately.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he sang cheerily.
Hyukjae rubbed the remnants of sleep out of his eyes before giving Donghae a slanted look. “Donghae, what are you doing kneeling on the floor?”
Donghae shrugged. “Watching you sleep,” he threw out casually. “You looked very peaceful.”
Hyukjae raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I’ll pretend I did not get creeped out by what you just said.”
“Oh, come on,” Donghae grinned, eyes twinkling. “I know you watch me when I sleep too.”
Hyukjae decided then that it would be prudent to change the direction the conversation was going. “And why are you up so early today?” he questioned, truly curious. On any given day, it took nothing short of a bucket full of cold water to get Donghae out of bed.
Donghae shrugged and stood up, brushing off his knees. “No reason,” he replied, climbing onto the bed towards Hyukjae. Throwing one leg over to the other side of Hyukjae, Donghae straddled him, settling down comfortably on the older’s stomach.
Hyukjae’s hands automatically went to Donghae’s legs to steady him. Slipping his hands beneath the trunks of Donghae’s boxers, Hyukjae absentmindedly began stroking the younger’s thighs with his thumbs. “Not that I mind this position,” said Hyukjae, eyes raking appreciatively over Donghae bare torso, “But what are you doing?”
“Too many questions.” Donghae stuck his tongue out.
Hyukjae rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “And are those my boxers you’re wearing?”
Donghae smiled cheekily. “Yup. How do I look?”
“Sexy,” Hyukjae laughed.
Donghae hooked his thumbs under the waistband, pulling it down slightly. “How about without them?”
Hyukjae smirked. “Even more so.”
Donghae chortled. Cupping Hyukjae’s jaw, Donghae leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. “Almost forgot, morning kiss,” he breathed against Hyukjae’s skin.
“Hmm,” Hyukjae hummed when Donghae drew back. “I feel much more awake now.” Twisting his body slightly, he pecked each of Donghae’s knees.
“What the heck was that?” Donghae asked, amusement clear in his voice.
“Shut up, I’m trying to be romantic.”
“If you really want to be romantic, shouldn’t you be kissing my feet?” Donghae moved his leg so he could wiggle his toes in Hyukjae’s face.
Hyukjae feigned a disgusted expression. “Your foot smells. Get it away from my face.”
Donghae snorted, putting his leg back behind himself. “Like you’re one to talk about foot odor.”
Hyukjae propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand going to the small of Donghae’s back for balance. Moving forward, he pressed his lips against Donghae’s abs.
Donghae laughed breathily. “That tickles.”
Smiling against the smooth skin, Hyukjae continued on, feeling each and every one of the hard muscles beneath his lips. Upon finishing his task, Hyukjae playfully nipped Donghae’s belly button.
Donghae jumped slightly. “What was that for?” he protested.
“Just felt like it.” Hyukjae leaned back until all his weight was on his elbow. “So do you want to go grab breakfast or stay here for another hour or so?”
Donghae’s face lit up, and he rolled off Hyukjae. “Call me a genius,” he crowed, reaching for their bedside table.
“You’re a genius,” Hyukjae repeated obediently, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Donghae turned back to Hyukjae with a tray in hand, a tray that was full of Hyukjae’s favorite breakfast foods. Hyukjae felt a tugging at the corners of his mouth and at his heart. “Donghae, you are amazing.”
“Thought you’d like it.” Scooting so that they were sitting side by side with their legs touching, Donghae balanced the tray between them. “I made pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, toast, and, if you’re really hungry, there’s some kimchi and rice downstairs. Oh, and strawberry milk and orange juice. No coffee because you have too much caffeine during the week.”
Hyukjae shook his head in disbelief. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” he wondered, accepting the fork Donghae handed him.
“I ask myself that every day,” Donghae said teasingly.
Hyukjae nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey.” Forking an egg, he stuffed the entire thing in his mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, he gave a beaming Donghae two thumbs up.
“Try some of the pancakes,” Donghae urged, practically bouncing up and down on the bed.
Hyukjae smiled at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. Scrapping the dollop of whipped cream off the stack, Hyukjae offered it to him. “Want?” At Donghae’s nod, Hyukjae made to feed him, but changed direction at the last moment to smear it on the younger’s nose. Hyukjae guffawed at the comical, cross-eyed expression on Donghae’s face.
“Here.” Putting his hands on either side of Donghae’s face, Hyukjae licked the cream off. Once he was finished cleaning, Donghae made a face at him.
“That was gross,” he informed Hyukjae, wiping his nose with a napkin. “Don’t do that again. Now try the pancakes, mister.”
Hyukjae mock saluted him. “Sir, yes sir.”
“Good boy,” said Donghae, petting Hyukjae’s head as Hyukjae took a bite of the pancakes.
“Delicious,” Hyukjae mumbled through his mouthful. “Melts on my tongue. Here, you have some.” Taking another forkful, he held it to Donghae, who, after giving him a suspicious look, allowed himself to be fed.
“Ah,” said Donghae, surprised. “It’s really good.”
“I’ll have another stack of pancakes with a side of modesty, please,” Hyukjae joked.
Donghae kicked Hyukjae blithely. “Who needs modesty when you got skills?”
Taking a piece of toast, Hyukjae stuffed it in Donghae’s mouth. “Eat this.”
Donghae mumbled some incomprehensible protest around the bread, but ended up finishing it. Licking his fingers carefully, he peered over at the tray, which was practically empty. “Hyukjae, I swear you have a black hole for a stomach,” he declared. “Please tell me you’re not still hungry.”
“I won’t tell you then.”
Donghae rolled his eyes and picked up the two glasses of strawberry milk and orange juice. “Do I even need to ask which one you want?” he chuckled, handing Hyukjae the one with pink liquid.
Hyukjae preened. “You know me so well.” He took a long draught from his glass and gave a content sigh. What a perfect way to end breakfast. He turned to see Donghae’s wide eyes staring at him over the glass of orange juice. “What?”
Donghae smiled winningly at him. “Can I have some?” he asked, setting his drink aside.
Hyukjae frowned possessively. “No.”
Donghae’s eyes grew wider until Hyukjae thought he was drowning in chocolate. “Please?”
“Nuh-uh. You know that look doesn’t work on me,” he said despite the fact that he could feel his resolve weakening. Transferring the glass to his other hand, Hyukjae held it high above their heads. “No, Donghae.”
Donghae’s kicked puppy look was too cute, Hyukjae thought as he took a mocking gulp of the delicious milk before raising the glass up again. He knew he would give in eventually. What he did not expect was Donghae speeding up the process via a poke to the armpit. Reacting reflexively, Hyukjae immediately jerked back, accidentally spraying Donghae with his mouthful of milk. Donghae blinked in surprise at the sudden milk screen.
“Donghae, I’m so sorry!” sputtered Hyukjae, looking for a napkin. “Are you okay?” He was surprised when Donghae suddenly laughed. He looked up at the younger questioningly.
Donghae grinned and licked his lips thoughtfully. “Well, I did say I wanted to try some, even though this is a rather unconventional way to let me have a taste.”
Hyukjae felt his own grin creeping onto his face. “Hold still.” Taking the napkin, he wiped Donghae’s face and chest. “There, all better now.”
“Not yet.” Donghae pointed to his lips, sticking out the lower one slightly. “A kiss to make it better?”
“Don’t be a baby,” chided Hyukjae, nevertheless leaning in to fulfill Donghae’s request. Hyukjae could taste the tangy sourness of the orange juice as he ran his tongue over Donghae’s lips. Pulling back before things could get steamy, Hyukjae slipped an arm around Donghae’s waist, fingers immediately rubbing circles around the younger’s bare hipbone.
“You’re awfully cuddly today,” laughed Donghae as Hyukjae traced down his neck with his nose.
“You smell like strawberry,” Hyukjae observed, nuzzling Donghae’s collarbone.
“I wonder why that is,” said Donghae, clearly amused. He rubbed his neck. “I’m all sticky now.” Sliding out of Hyukjae’s embrace, he climbed off the bed. “We should go take a shower.”
Hyukjae tilted his head to the side. “We? Is that an invitation?” he asked slyly.
With one hand on the doorknob of the bathroom door, Donghae paused and looked back at Hyukjae, eyes dancing mischievously. Using his free hand, he slowly tugged at his boxers until it pooled down at his ankles. Donghae stepped gracefully out of them, eyes never leaving Hyukjae’s. “Do you think it is?” he challenged, voice dropping an octave.
Hyukjae smiled, eyes tracing the couture of Donghae’s firm butt. “Yes.”
Donghae gave a lopsided grin as he completely turned around to face him. “Then what are you waiting for?” he asked, opening the door behind him and walking backwards slowly.
Hyukjae shook his head with a small smile on his face and got off the bed, walking into the bathroom after his lover. “You’re a tease,” he declared, closing the bathroom door behind him before wrapping his arms around Donghae’s waist.
Donghae brought his arms around Hyukjae’s neck, a not so subtle smirk gracing his lips. “You know you like it.”
Hyukjae leaned down to nibble Donghae’s ear. “Can’t deny that,” he admitted, running a hand up and down the younger’s spine.
“So how about we get into the bathtub and onto the real breakfast?” suggested Donghae.
Hyukjae grinned. “Good thing I’m still hungry,” he murmured as Donghae closed the distance between their lips once more.
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A/N: Plotless because plots are rebelling against me now. Lately, I've noticed that I've been having a thing for Donghae's thighs \o/