raspberries and mocha | heejake ✔

56 (M)

As the wedding festivities began to wind down, Jake found himself watching Heeseung from across the room. Heeseung was still bustling around, ensuring the last few guests were taken care of and everything was wrapping up smoothly. His black suit jacket had been discarded somewhere earlier in the evening, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned forearms. Jake couldn't help but admire how effortlessly attractive he looked—even when he was clearly exhausted.

When Heeseung finally made his way over, Jake greeted him with a small smirk. "You've been running on fumes for hours now."

"I'm fine," Heeseung said, though his voice sounded hoarse, and there was a faint flush across his cheeks from all the movement.

Jake leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You sure you don't want...stress relief?"

Heeseung blinked, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion. "What are you—"

But Jake just grabbed his wrist, his smirk widening. "Come on," he said, tugging Heeseung along.

"Jake—"

"Relax. Just trust me," Jake interrupted, shooting him a playful look over his shoulder.

They slipped away from the reception unnoticed, weaving through the venue until Jake pushed open the door to one of the restrooms. The space was pristine and luxurious, with marble counters and warm, ambient lighting. Jake locked the door behind them and turned to face Heeseung, leaning casually against the counter.

"What are we doing in here?" Heeseung asked, his arms crossed, though the hint of a smile was tugging at the corners of his lips.

Jake stepped closer, his hands sliding up Heeseung's chest to rest on his shoulders. "Just thought you deserved a little break," he murmured, his tone soft yet suggestive.

Heeseung's eyes flickered down to Jake's lips, and the tension in the air shifted. "You're impossible," he muttered, but there was no heat behind the words.

"And you like me that way," Jake shot back, leaning in.

The kiss was sudden but not unexpected. Their lips met with an intensity that made Heeseung's knees weaken. Jake grinned against his mouth, his hands finding their way into Heeseung's hair as he deepened the kiss. Heeseung's hands instinctively found Jake's waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

Jake broke the kiss briefly to hoist himself onto the counter, sitting on the edge as he pulled Heeseung closer by the tie he'd loosened earlier. "I meant it, you know," he said, his voice a little breathless. "You've done enough running around today. Let me take care of you for once."

Heeseung chuckled, though the sound was low and husky. "You really are something else."

"Yeah," Jake said, his grin widening as he tugged Heeseung closer, their lips meeting again. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if they were savoring the moment.

Heeseung's hands gripped the edge of the counter on either side of Jake, caging him in as their kiss grew more heated. Jake's fingers brushed against the back of Heeseung's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

For a moment, it felt like they were in their own little world, the muffled sounds of the reception outside fading into the background. It was just them, lost in each other.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. Heeseung let out a shaky laugh, his eyes fluttering shut.

"You're insane," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jake smirked, brushing his thumb along Heeseung's jawline. "And you're crazy about me."

Heeseung didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned in again, capturing Jake's lips in another kiss, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

Jake's hands were no longer gentle as they found their way to the waistband of Heeseung's pants. He tugged at the fabric impatiently, his fingers itching to feel more of him. Heeseung's breath hitched at the sudden movement, his body responding instinctively, shifting closer to Jake as if the distance between them was unbearable.

Jake smirked against his lips as he continued tugging, his hands working quickly, eager to get past the barrier of clothing. "You don't mind, right?" he murmured, pulling harder now, the fabric finally loosening enough for his hands to slip inside.

Heeseung's reply was a soft groan, his back arching as he allowed Jake to pull him closer, the tension building in the small bathroom that felt too hot for both of them. "You're too much," Heeseung breathed, his hands gripping Jake's shoulders for leverage, pulling himself closer.

Jake didn't answer. He didn't need to. His lips were back on Heeseung's, silencing any other words as his hands roamed over Heeseung's chest, dragging down to his sides. His fingers brushed against the waistband again, this time more insistent, desperate. He tugged harder, impatient with the damn pants that were just one more layer between them. The heat of Heeseung's skin against his own made Jake's breath catch in his throat.

"You're so fucking perfect," Jake muttered under his breath, pressing his body harder into Heeseung's, the kiss deepening. Heeseung's hands were everywhere now—on his chest, his neck, tugging at his hair—matching Jake's urgency. The way their bodies moved together, the way their mouths fought for dominance, it was as if they were both trying to make up for lost time, for everything that had been building between them.

With a frustrated grunt, Jake pulled Heeseung closer, lifting him slightly to get better leverage. He quickly discarded the pants, tossing them aside and locking their legs together, his hands now free to explore every inch of skin he could reach. Heeseung groaned in response, his body pliable under Jake's touch.

Jake slid Heeseung's boxers right down and he could've sworn he was drooling at the sight. Heeseung was big, no, huge.

Before Heeseung could even speak, Jake's tongue licked the tip, swallowing the precum leaking. Heeseung only grumbled in response, rocking his hips further, signaling Jake's potential next move.

Jake understood immediately and shoved Heeseung's cock right in his mouth. At first, he let out a choked moan from the size, but adjusted immediately. He was way too greedy for anything to get to his head. His tongue began its work, licking and sucking hard.

"That's it," Heeseung rocked his hips further, earning another choke from Jake. "Suck harder, for god's sake."

And he did.

He obeyed, and sucked a lot harder. It was Jake's idea, but it was getting painful, even from him. But he was enjoying it too much to care.

"Right there," Another praise. "Keep going."

Jake would occasionally choke a bit on the insane amounts of precum leaking, but he swallowed every single bit of it ravenously. He was greedy, and for one person only.

"Dear god. Jake, I'm gonna—"

Heeseung had ejaculated all over Jake's mouth, and Jake was still drooling. Poor boy still wanted more, but it would depend on Heeseung.

"Swallow." The demand came out much rougher than it should've.

"Mmf." Was the only noise that came out from Jake's mouth.

After what felt like eternity, Jake was now fully lying on the bathroom floor, his head facing the ceiling as he would hear the leather fidgeting. Heeseung only looked down at him, now fully dressed, smiling evilly. He picked Jake up with both his hands, seating him on the counter and spread

The bathroom was quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing, the air thick with the heat between them. Jake was on the edge of the sink counter now, legs spread wide as Heeseung stood between them. The bathroom lights above cast a soft glow, making the moment feel even more intimate, more urgent.

Jake pulled Heeseung in, his hands gripping the back of Heeseung's neck, drawing him into another heated kiss. It was almost frantic this time, as if neither of them could wait any longer. Jake tugged at Heeseung's shirt, wanting to feel his skin, to have him close in every way possible. His fingers slid under the fabric, tracing the outline of Heeseung's abs as they kissed deeply, tongues tangling together.