NSFW trash bc I'm Trash by: Thursdays

Part 7: Sunrise by: Thursdays

Cale yawned, a puff of white vapor that rose and dissipated against the starry night. It was early in the morning—so early that it could barely be called morning—and Cale had come out to the balcony to watch the first sunrise of the year with Choi Han.

Below the cliffs, slowly fading whirlpools babbled up at them and waves clashed against the sharp rock face. The sounds were almost soothing, and Cale would have fallen asleep again if it wasn't for the damn cold.

"Do you want to head back in?" Choi Han said, setting up some deck chairs for them to sit. His voice was adorably concerned.

"I don't mind," Cale replied, leaning against the balustrade. "You said it was a family tradition."

Cale had been dragged out by Choi Jung Soo before at an annoying time of night to watch the sun rise over an apocalyptic landscape. Compared to that, being in this picturesque vacation house with Choi Han, his newly wedded husband, was heaven.

His husband. Cale still marveled over at the fact that they had found each other here, through time and dimensions, and had come to love each other.

But not even his love could stop the effects of weather. Cale sneezed, making Choi Han run over to him in worry.

Cale rubbed his hands together. The gold ring on his finger was made even colder by the sea breeze, but he didn't want to take it off.

"I think I left my gloves at the castle," Cale said.

"Do you want to borrow mine?" Choi Han immediately offered, peeling off his own leather gloves.

Cale laughed. Instead of taking Choi Han's gloves, he reached out and touched Choi Han's warm neck. Choi Han shivered.

"Cale-nim!" whined Choi Han. "Don't do that."

"Share your heat with me, dear!" Cale said in reply, slipping his hands below Choi Han's collar.

Choi Han, grinning, caught Cale's hands and spun him around. He pulled them both back to settle on one of the deck chairs, setting Cale on his lap.

"Is this better?" Choi Han asked. "Am I a good blanket?"

Cale tilted his head up to kiss Choi Han's jaw.

"A proper blanket would be on top of me, not the other way around. I'm still cold."

"Well, that won't do," said Choi Han.

Choi Han began to rub Cale's hands, massaging them to help the blood flow. Choi Han's temperature usually ran hot, even without gloves, and so the warmth soothed Cale's stiff fingers.

And then, once Cale's hands were sufficiently warmed, Choi Han's nimble hands undid two of Cale's jacket buttons and slid under.

"What are you doing?" Cale murmured.

"I'm warming you up," Choi Han said. He tweaked Cale's nipples over his shirt, making the blood rush to Cale's face. "Taking care of my husband, as a good spouse should."

He was doing an excellent job. Cale gasped as Choi Han groped him, white breaths painting the sky as it gradually turned lighter.

Cale twisted in his seat and felt the hardness of Choi Han's cock under his ass.

He turned around, the buttons of his jacket popping as Choi Han's hands were pulled away. Cale pinned Choi Han to the chair.

The cold became an afterthought as they began to kiss in earnest. Open-mouthed and wet, the kiss deepened quickly. Their breaths mixed together and their eyes met in searing desire.

Cale pulled Choi Han's pants down, just enough to reach his cock without risking frostbite. Cale eagerly sunk to his knees to suck Choi Han off.

The first of the sun's rays illuminated Cale's hair, covering his form in golden red light.

"Beautiful," said Choi Han.

Cale glanced back briefly to see the daystar rising above the azure sea. It was pretty. Coming here was a good choice; he would have to thank Amiru again for the invitation.

When Cale turned to Choi Han again, he saw an amused grin on his husband's face.

"I was talking about you, Cale-nim. The sun is a mere accessory to your handsomeness."

Cale blushed, popping the cock out of his mouth. "Don't let Alberu-hyung hear you say that," he joked.

"My disciple will surely agree with me," Choi Han insisted.

Cale thought he understood what Choi Han meant, though. His current angle was such that Choi Han's dark eyes reflected Cale, the light of the sun, and the sincere love that they held for each other.

It was a shame that they didn't bring lube outside, otherwise Cale would have speared himself on his husband's cock right away.

Instead—

"All right, so we've seen the sunrise," Cale said, standing up and dusting himself off. "Take me to bed, right now."

Cale opened his arms for Choi Han to carry him.

The bluntness made Choi Han choke. Laughing, Choi Han pulled Cale into his arms and carried him inside, kissing and cuddling all the way back.

Notes:

It's very short, but it is 11:57 p.m. on December 31, 2021, so I'm just gonna post it. Happy New Year, everyone!

(Thank you to Fancy for the idea about them staring into each other's eyes.)

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