Ꮺ jay

@jay A wide, almost mischievous smile tugged at Yeonjun's lips, his fingertips dancing down his side, tracing the curve of his waist with a languid, deliberate touch, before flicking off his hip with a flourish. He props his head on his hand, his eyes like liquid pools of warmth as Jay touches him; speechless was what he'd wanted, and speechless was what he got.

Perfect.

He was just so.. cute. The kind of cute that was almost innocent— al, though Yeonjun knew better. Jay was anything but. He was ripe for Yeonjun to sink his teeth into and never let go. Yeonjun took immense satisfaction at watching Jay struggle, coo'ing softly as he struggled to find the words, his sweet darling— so mindless whenever Yeonjun flashed the tiniest bit of skin.

"Mhm," Yeonjun hums, low and playful, fingertips ghosting up and down his love's forearm. He may have been better at hiding it, but Yeonjun would be lying if he said he wasn't as equally effected. His body was flush with heat, with the intensity of Jay’s gaze, like he was being slowly devoured by it. "Do you like it?"

"Now you have two new things to play with for Christmas." The words are slow, dripping languidly from his tongue, deliberate as his anticipation grows.

@yeonjun It's not really hard to guess that Yeonjun is planning something when he gets kicked out of his own dorm room, along with everyone else. However, Jay was a terrible guesser and between demon summoning and preparation for murder, there were definitely a lot of uses for a not-boyfriend-but-definitely-simping-boy's room. Still- he hopes that it's not the latter, because Yeonjun probably has more taste than the terrible slasher fics he ended up watching in summer. Besides, it was christmas, and he'd hate to go before he got to kiss his hyung under the mistle toe at least once.

Four o'clock rolls around and he can't trip over his own feet fast enough to go back home, ignoring the string of emojis somebody sent him (he didn't even check to see who in the groupchat it was), possibly towards his own impending doom but more importantly towards the person he's been missing for the past few hours. He knocks on his own door because it feels almost foreign, swinging it open gingerly before freezing in the doorway. Because it absolutely was.... stunning, to his brain starting to rev into overdrive.

He barely acknowledges the immaculate decoration with a sweep and flutter of his eyelashes, too busy gawking at the barely clothed angel that managed to descend onto his bed along with an array of *other* gifts and well- the blood was definitely going to one of his heads but it wasn't the one that was in control of his mouth. Or any other function for that matter. He feels like he's burning underneath the smokey sugar of the room, one that he barely recognizes as his own, but his eyes can't move from the expanse of creamy skin just barely covered by red and.... his throat feels too dry, his tongue to wet, there's no way that Yeonjun hasn't noticed but he barely has the cognitive functions to feel embarrassed.

"Hyung.... is this--- is this for me?" He wills his mouth to work, but his hands are already raised, furtively moving to trace circles on the exposed thigh in wordless marvel.

@jay Yeonjun didn’t recommend hanging up Christmas lights in lingerie clearly built for women- but here he was, 75% in his not-boyfriend-but-still-love-of-his-life’s room, taping that last strand of what was a canopy of warm, gently twinkling Christmas lights draped across Jay’s bedroom ceiling. He’d had Ni-ki and Jungwoo help him at the start(not in lingerie, obviously) because, after about 20 minutes into the hour that Jay had been kicked out- he’d realised he wasn’t going to get his little set up and outfit done in time.

It was quite pretty, now that it was all said and done. He’d kept the room dark, leaving only the Christmas lights and red candles he’d dotted around the room to create a warm, moody atmosphere. He’d even gone so far as to find a Smokey, gingery incense to make the room extra christmassy. He’d forgone the tinsel(too tacky, he’d decided) in favour of ‘snow’-encrusted pine wreaths and pretty baubles he’d found at Lotte. Soft Christmas Jazz played from Jay’s speaker in the corner of the room, low-fi beats and soft crooning voices just adding to the overall vibe. All in all, It was quite romantic. He’d outdone himself this time.

Which was funny as Yeonjun hadn’t really planned to be romantic, he’d wanted to indulge with Jay in a night of pure hedonism.

He just hadn’t planned on part of that night being on his tippy toes, cheeks hanging out, feet cramping as he barely managed to fix the last of the lights to the ceiling. With an aggravated sigh, he climbed off the bed, smoothing the sheets back out to perfection before he sat down, checking his phone for the time.

3:57pm

Enha would have left by now(while he hadn’t specified the why on his being in Jay’s room.. he knew they connected the dots and would make themselves scarce. God they were good, he really needed to treat them to a dinner for putting up with his selfish neediness.) and Jay would be back any minute now. Yeonjun reached over the array of oils and toys he’d laid across Jay’s bedside table for his Santa hat and furry wrist bands, putting them before he draped himself across the bed- looking divine and delicious all in one.

Now all he had to do was wait for Jay to come back.

﹙ nsfw Santa outfit reference minus the bra (unless you want him wearing it then he can be wearing it lmfao) ︰ https://www.honeybirdette.com/products/gloria-red-waspie ㅤ ﹚