Payback AU: What If

Act 3.3 - How to Convince Your Boyfriend (M)

"Jay," Yoohan spoke, one day, in a casual manner while laying down on the sofa, feet propped up on Yoon Jay's thigh.

The older man turned his head from the script he'd been reading, almost dropping it in wonder. He seek his memory, searching for a time Yoohan would call his name casually outside of scolding or spurs of heat. Hmm, yeah, he didn't really remember. It probably could be counted with his hands, even after all these years. He looked at the student, who was peeking out from the theory book he'd been reading.

"What?" Jay threw the document in his hand away, rubbing Yoohan's calf in curiosity.

"Can I..." the peeking head went back behind the thick book, "get another tattoo?"

Yoohan brought the book closer to his face. It was still fresh in his memory, how much Jay railed him in anger that first time, when the older man took sight of his tattoo. Of course, there was nothing wrong with getting one—it was his body, it was his right. But Yoohan also thought that maybe he needed to say something about it to Jay before.

Perhaps because it was situated in a place where he couldn't see it for himself, Yoohan was rather forgetful about it. And he felt quite guilty now. It was...a quite intimate place, now that he thought about it more carefully. In the first place, it was a place that often got chosen to give an effect of seduction. Yoohan didn't think it was a problem because the artist had no interest in his body—not in a sexual way anyway. But Jay didn't know that. Yoohan had tried to imagine what it would like if Jay got a tattoo on, say, inner thighs or hips—imagining other people touched the lean muscles and warm skin on the area that should be reserved for his sight only, while putting ink on the surface...

Well, okay, Yoohan had to admit that it was indeed quite upsetting.

That was why he asked for permission now. Or something like that.

The book he'd been used to hide was suddenly being pulled away from sight, and Yoon Jay's face came in front of him, staring with narrowed pale eyes. "Why are you hiding, hmm?" the lips stretched into a dimpled smile. "Makes me think you're up to no good."

Yoohan pushed his head back, sinking against the armrest. He could feel Jay's thigh lodged between his legs, and gulped unconsciously. He tried not to look below, and focus on the man's teasing face instead.

"So?" Yoohan asked, twisting his lips.

"If I said you can't," Jay leaned forward, tilting his head slightly, "are you really not going to do it?"

Yoohan inhaled deeply on the scent of fresh soap coming from Jay that invaded his sense suddenly. "No," he bit his lips lightly, "I'll probably still do it." his hands, now empty after his book being yanked away, unknowingly found themselves on Jay's shirt, fiddling with the fabric.

The hand that was rubbing Yoohan's calf slid slowly into the younger man's knee, drawing circles and calling out a shiver. Yoohan's fingers crawled and hooked on Jay's collar, pulling slightly. "But I'll feel better with your approval,"

"Well," Jay inched closer, hand rubbed higher into Yoohan's thigh, prompting the younger man to part his lips in a sharp exhale, "you're doing well in convincing me so far,"

Yoohan leaned further back, pulling Jay by the man's shirt, legs hooking into Jay's thigh and pushing the man further into him. He tilted his head and slotted his lips into Jay's, licking the lips that tasted like the earl gray they drank earlier, and dancing with the tongue inside Jay's mouth.

"Would that convince you?" Yoohan stared at the grey eyes, rubbing Jay's collarbone sheepishly with his fingers.

"Hmm," Jay smiled, eyes squinted playfully, "convince me more."