raspberries and mocha | heejake

17

The night was growing darker, the streets quieter as Heeseung and Jake strolled side by side, their steps unhurried. The cool breeze of the late hour danced around them, but neither seemed to notice. The buzz from the alcohol had faded into something softer now, leaving behind a comfortable warmth between them. Heeseung kept sneaking glances at Jake, who had an easy grin plastered across his face, the streetlights illuminating his sharp jawline and puppy-like eyes.

It wasn't long before they reached Jake's apartment building, the front entrance looming in the soft light of the streetlamps. Heeseung stuffed his hands into his pockets, already feeling a weird twist of reluctance in his stomach. He didn't want the night to end, but at the same time, he knew it probably should.

Jake, however, didn't seem to be on the same page. As he reached into his pocket and fumbled for his keys, he glanced back at Heeseung, a mischievous grin curling on his lips. Heeseung felt something stir in his chest just from that look alone.

Jake paused just as he was about to unlock the door, turning fully towards Heeseung with that grin still in place. "You know," he began, voice low and teasing, "you could stay over for the night."

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, a thousand scenarios flashing through his mind in an instant. His temptation was real. Very real. But he quickly remembered Riki. He had responsibilities, and he couldn't just abandon them because Jake was making his heart race.

"Jake, I can't..." Heeseung started, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to summon the willpower to say no. "I've got Riki waiting for me at home. You know how it is."

Jake's face fell for just a second, but it was quickly replaced with a playful pout. "Come on, Heeseung," he whined, stepping closer until they were only inches apart. "Just for another hour? Please?"

Heeseung groaned internally. Jake was making this impossible. His lips parted as if to protest again, but when Jake gave him those big, pleading eyes, all of his resolve crumbled. Damn it.

"One hour," Heeseung muttered, barely loud enough for Jake to hear.

Jake's entire demeanor shifted in an instant. He grinned from ear to ear, excitement lighting up his features as he quickly unlocked the door. "Yes! Get inside."

Before Heeseung could even think twice, Jake grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside, the door shutting behind them with a soft click.

An idea suddenly struck Heeseung's mind.

Just as Jake finished closing the door, Heeseung had him pinned against it and grabbed onto him, smashing their lips together. Nobody was pulling Jake away from him, damn. But did he act like it? Nope. He grabbed Jake too possessively, as if something would just snatch him away like that. And not like Jake didn't cooperate either. The guy didn't even bother turning on the lights. The urge to just hold on to Heeseung was too much. He was bound to give in to whatever Heeseung did to him.

"Oh god," he mumbled between kisses.
"Be quiet." Heeseung commanded before capturing those lips again.

"H-Heeseung..." Jake whimpered between kisses, trying to get words out his mouth.
"What?" Heeseung growled impatiently.

"More. Please." Jake sounded demanding this time. Practically begging Heeseung to do more to him. Heeseung's urge to actually give Jake what he deserved for putting up with his needy and down-bad ass was too much. Fine. He'd give some of it.

He quickly yanked Jake over to the floor, sliding both their pants down, including Jake's boxers. He pulled out Jake's member and started stroking it.

"More." was all Jake could get out after moaning a bit too loudly.

"You're so desperate." Heeseung chuckled.

Since Jake's member was out, it rubbed against Heeseung's with only one boxer in between.

Tonight was going to be a night of orgasms and pleasure.