something sweet, a peach tree | mark/jaehyun

Chapter 5

"Okay, stay right there. Don't turn around!" Mark smiles to himself as he obeys, patting Princess absently with his back to the stairs. He can hear Jaehyun's soft footfalls growing fainter as he disappears up them.

It's Saturday afternoon, about an hour before their dinner reservation. Jaehyun wanted to wait to reveal the suit because, and Mark's quoting, "You'll have to try it on, and then I'm going to want you to fuck me, and I don't want us to ruin it yet."

Jaehyun returns, socked feet falling soft on his hardwoods. "Okay," he says. "Look."

Mark turns, eyes widening when they land on the suit Jaehyun's holding up. It's a gorgeous dark green with gold buttons; he also has new shoes for him, a rich brown, all expensive-looking.

"Oh wow," Mark says. It comes out squeaky. "That's for me?"

Jaehyun smiles, nodding. "Try it on," he says, gesturing for Mark to strip.

Mark tugs off his t-shirt and shorts, accepting the white button down first, then carefully pulling the suit on. It fits perfectly—Jaehyun's tailor must be good, just going off a bunch of numbers. He buttons it, looking up shyly.

"It's so comfortable," he says. "How do I look?"

Jaehyun's eyes might as well be burning holes in him. "Come see," he says softly, leading him over to the full-length mirror in the hall.

And yeah, Mark gets it. He looks... really good. Sometimes in suits he kind of feels like he's thirteen again, trying on one of James' hand-me-downs, which his mother insisted he would grow into. But looking in the mirror now, he kind of just looks hot. The jacket makes his shoulders look broad; the pants are snug on his thighs but not tight.

Jaehyun takes his silence for displeasure. "I know you like blue," he says. "But you can get a blue suit anywhere. I saw this, and thought maybe..."

"No, it's perfect," Mark says, shaking his head, pulling himself from his thoughts to find Jaehyun's eyes. "Really, Jaehyun. I love it."

"One more thing," Jaehyun says, placated, reaching into his pocket. "Okay, two more things."

First comes a set of necklaces, one delicate gold chain and an even slimmer one with pearls connecting. They're not heavy, which stops it from looking douchey. Mark's usual jewelry is plain chains if anything, never this pretty, and he tilts his head this way and that, admiring how they soften the look.

"And this." Jaehyun produces a gold watch with a white face, clasping it on Mark's wrist before Mark can even process it.

"Jaehyun, how much did this cost?" Mark asks nervously, gingerly holding his wrist up. He kind of feels like he's going to break it if he breathes too hard.

"Not that much," Jaehyun says vaguely, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Don't worry, Mark. I'm doing it because I want to." He wraps his arms around Mark's waist, leaning around him to kiss his cheek. "I like it," he says softly. "I like seeing you in things I buy for you."

Heat curls in Mark's belly; he swallows roughly, watching the way Jaehyun watches him. The thing is, it is hot. There's a part of Mark that takes deep pleasure in letting Jaehyun drop all this money on him knowing he'll be pounding him into his mattress later tonight.

"I like it, too," he admits quietly, and Jaehyun presses another kiss to his neck before pulling himself away with a soft groan.

"I'm gonna go get changed before I do something stupid," he says, and Mark laughs, embarrassed but pleased.

Jaehyun dresses in a plain black suit, and he looks fucking amazing. Mark still thinks he looks best in shorts and a t-shirt (or, realistically, nothing at all), but this is good, too. Instead of saying any of this, Mark just pulls him in for a kiss. Jaehyun seems to understand.