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Champagne and Sunshine

All I want is champagne and sunshine
Looking for a good time
Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight
Tan skin and light eyes
Oh my, she's so damn fine
Kissing on her neck
We be running from the night time

The hotel lights glimmered in the skyline like diamonds scattered across the LA night. From the penthouse suite, the city stretched endlessly—a velvet sea of neon and heat. It was late, the kind of hour when time blurs and everything feels both too fast and too still.

Leehan leaned against the balcony railing, champagne flute in hand, the bubbles catching the light like stars caught mid-flight. The California sun had kissed his skin golden earlier that day, and it still clung to him in warmth and radiance. His lips shimmered with the faintest tint of pink gloss—bubblegum-sweet—and the rim of the glass wore it like a secret.

He wore a threadbare band tee that looked stolen from a decade ago, slipping off one shoulder like it had given up trying to stay decent. His ripped jeans were loose and low-slung, a tease in every thread.

Taesan watched him from inside, eyes dark, shirt halfway undone, collarbones on full display. There was something about Leehan in this light, framed by the shimmer of the skyline—like he was born to exist under neon moons and expensive fantasies.

"You're gonna spill that if you keep leaning like that, rich boy," Taesan called out, his voice dipped in playful warning, laced with something deeper.

Leehan turned slowly, smirking as the city's glow lit up the curve of his jaw. "Maybe I want to."

And then, without breaking eye contact, he tilted the flute and drank the rest down in one smooth motion, throat working, lips parted—knowing exactly what he was doing.

Taesan moved like a storm after that.

He crossed the room in seconds, grabbed Leehan by the waist and pulled him in, champagne glass clinking to the ground, forgotten. "You love this, don't you?" he murmured, voice a slow drag against Leehan's ear. "The dirty talk. The spotlight. Being the center of my world."

Leehan's breath hitched. "And you love giving it to me."

"Damn right I do."

He pressed Leehan against the cool glass of the balcony door, one arm braced beside his head, lips trailing down the side of his neck, teeth grazing the pulse point just enough to make Leehan gasp.

The scent of rose and lemon drop lingered in the air—Leehan's favorite, worn only for nights like this. It clung to his skin like heat, like trouble, like something Taesan couldn't get enough of.

"Tell me what you want," Taesan said, voice like silk over steel.

Leehan turned his head, lips barely moving. "Champagne... sunshine... you."

That broke whatever thread of patience Taesan had left.

Clothes dropped to the floor one by one, silent but heavy with intention. Taesan lifted him like he weighed nothing, carrying him to the bedroom with kisses between every step. The hotel suite was drenched in gold from dim lights and city glitter—soft shadows dancing over their bodies.

The bedroom floor was cool tile, a sharp contrast to the heat between them. Leehan's back hit it first, but he didn't care. He wanted Taesan like this—wild, breathless, untamed. Their mouths collided with a kind of hunger that only built with time, like they'd been waiting all day to explode.

"You're unreal," Taesan whispered between kisses. "Tan skin, light eyes... I swear you're carved from my fucking dreams."

Leehan tugged him closer by the waistband. "Then don't wake up."

They made love like a wildfire. Rough. Desperate. Sweet. One second laughing, the next gasping. The kind of passion that doesn't fade by morning, the kind that lingers in bruises and pillow creases and memory.

The bed creaked. The walls groaned. The neighbors banged once, maybe twice. Taesan didn't care. Neither did Leehan.

Later, after everything, they lay tangled in the sheets, legs interwoven, hair messy, champagne bottle tipped on its side on the nightstand. The "Do Not Disturb" sign swung gently on the doorknob like a warning no one would dare break.

Leehan shifted, fingers ghosting over Taesan's chest, finding his hand and threading their fingers together.

"You know," he said quietly, "you're the only one who sees me outside the LA vibe."

Taesan turned to look at him fully, eyes softer now, jaw relaxed. "Because I don't just want the champagne and sunshine."

He leaned in, brushed a kiss over Leehan's temple.

"I want you when the sun sets too. When it's messy. When it's quiet. When it's just you."

Leehan didn't reply right away. But his smile—the kind that bloomed slow, wide, and real—was enough.

They kissed again—longer this time, lazy and content. The air around them was thick with heat and sweetness. The city pulsed outside, but here, in their little golden bubble, it was just them.

Eventually, Leehan whispered, "We should probably sleep."

Taesan hummed. "Mmm. Maybe. After one more round."

"Addicted much?" Leehan teased, already pulling him in again.

"To champagne. To sunshine. To you."

And they didn't sleep until dawn.