“It’s a watch?”
As Ha Jun-seo spoke, he opened the lid, and his eyes widened slightly. He stared at the watch inside the box for a moment before shifting his gaze to Seo Ha-yoon’s wrist. Seo Ha-yoon smiled and rolled up his sleeve, revealing his own wrist. The watch in the gift box was identical in design to the one he was wearing.
“This is the one you bought for me a while ago, Jun-seo. I picked the same one on purpose so we could have a matching set.”
“Ha-yoon…”
Ha Jun-seo murmured softly. His expression was unusually dazed. Seo Ha-yoon, feeling a little shy, quickly took the watch out and fastened it around Ha Jun-seo’s wrist. Then, they held up their wrists side by side, admiring their matching couple watches.
“Ta-da. If we wear these, it’ll feel like we’re together even when we’re apart.”
Seo Ha-yoon said this while thinking about how it would be harder for them to meet once the performances started. He then rested his head on Ha Jun-seo’s shoulder. Ha Jun-seo intertwined his fingers tightly with the hand that bore the same watch. A smile naturally formed on his lips.
“I’ll buy you an even better one for your birthday next year.”
Seo Ha-yoon spoke while keeping his head on Ha Jun-seo’s shoulder. If he wanted to get something better, he’d probably have to spend his entire paycheck again. But since it was for Ha Jun-seo, he didn’t mind at all. This must have been how Ha Jun-seo felt when he showered him with expensive gifts—when it was for someone who mattered, nothing felt like a waste.
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah. I like it.”
Ha Jun-seo responded, then turned his head and pressed a light kiss to the crown of Seo Ha-yoon’s head. The warmth of that gentle kiss spread through his heart.
“But, Ha-yoon.”
“Yeah?”
“I love this, but there’s something else I want too.”
“What is it?”
“A birthday cake.”
Seo Ha-yoon lifted his head from Ha Jun-seo’s shoulder at the unexpected response.
“Should I bring it out now and light the candles?”
When Seo Ha-yoon asked, Ha Jun-seo shook his head with a knowing smile. Lowering his head, he whispered in the softest voice right by Seo Ha-yoon’s ear.
“__”
As Ha Jun-seo continued speaking, Seo Ha-yoon’s eyes grew wider and wider. His mouth fell open.
“Th-that… that?”
When Seo Ha-yoon asked in disbelief, Ha Jun-seo nodded. Then, with eyes shining in anticipation, he asked,
“You’ll do it, right?”
Faced with Ha Jun-seo’s hopeful, sparkling gaze, Seo Ha-yoon swallowed hard. He had braced himself, but he hadn’t expected things to start off like this…
Ha Jun-seo began to plead with Seo Ha-yoon, kissing his cheeks gently.
“Come on, please do it. I really want to. Okay?”
Seo Ha-yoon found it hard to resist Ha Jun-seo’s persistence.
“Alright,” Seo Ha-yoon finally agreed, nodding. Ha Jun-seo’s face lit up with joy.
“Now, sing the song for me,” Ha Jun-seo urged, smiling brightly. Seo Ha-yoon hesitated, his face flushing with embarrassment, struggling to open his mouth.
“You won’t sing happy birthday for me?” Ha Jun-seo asked, feigning disappointment. Seo Ha-yoon, overwhelmed with shyness, began to sing.
“Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday… Ah…”
His singing was interrupted as Ha Jun-seo licked the cream from the birthday cake off Seo Ha-yoon’s nipples.
“Keep singing, Ha-yoon,” Ha Jun-seo demanded, his tongue flicking over the cream-covered nipples.
“Happy… Ah… Birthday, dear Jun-seo… Happy birthday to you…”
Seo Ha-yoon finally finished the song, his body trembling under Ha Jun-seo’s hungry gaze.
Seo Ha-yoon was tied to the metal frame of the bed in ‘that room,’ his wrists secured with handcuffs. His naked body was adorned with cream and fruits from the cake he had brought earlier. The cream covered his cock, navel, nipples, sides, and thighs.
“Can I eat now?” Ha Jun-seo asked. Seo Ha-yoon nodded, swallowing hard.
“What should I eat first…?” Ha Jun-seo mused, his gaze sweeping over Seo Ha-yoon’s body. His brown eyes lingered on Seo Ha-yoon’s lips, ears, neck, and nipples, all covered in cream. Seo Ha-yoon was already hard, aroused by the sensation and Ha Jun-seo’s gaze.
“Let’s start with the appetizer,” Ha Jun-seo said, licking the cream from Seo Ha-yoon’s lips. Seo Ha-yoon tried to deepen the kiss, but Ha Jun-seo pulled away, teasing him.
“Why did you open your mouth, Ha-yoon? I need to eat my cake,” Ha Jun-seo teased. Seo Ha-yoon blushed even deeper, his face already flushed with embarrassment.
Ha Jun-seo continued downwards, licking the cream from Seo Ha-yoon’s ears, neck, and nipples with the tip of his tongue.
“Ah… Ah…”
Seo Ha-yoon squirmed, his hands bound above his head, unable to control his reactions to the stimulation.
“Ha-yoon, stay still. You’ll ruin the cake,” Ha Jun-seo chided, his voice filled with amusement.
Ha Jun-seo trailed his tongue along Seo Ha-yoon’s side, eliciting a moan.
“Ah…!”
The sensation of Ha Jun-seo’s tongue on his sensitive skin made Seo Ha-yoon gasp. His cock, coated in cream, dripped with pre-cum, mixing with the cream and trickling down. Seo Ha-yoon bit his lip, overwhelmed by embarrassment.
Next, Ha Jun-seo moved to Seo Ha-yoon’s navel, plunging his tongue deep inside.
“Ah… Ah…”
Seo Ha-yoon squirmed, his lips pressed tightly together. The sensation of being a living birthday cake heightened his arousal, making him desperate for Ha Jun-seo’s touch. But Ha Jun-seo seemed intent on taking his time.
“Jun-seo, please… I can’t take it anymore…” Seo Ha-yoon begged, his voice barely a whisper.
“What’s the matter? Can’t wait for me to finish my cake?” Ha Jun-seo teased, ignoring Seo Ha-yoon’s pleas. He moved lower, finally reaching Seo Ha-yoon’s cock but only gazing at it before scooping up the pre-cum mixed with cream using his finger.
“What’s this? I only spread cream, but there’s something extra here,” Ha Jun-seo remarked, licking his finger clean. The sight of his red tongue sent a shiver down Seo Ha-yoon’s spine, causing more pre-cum to leak from his cock.
“Mmm…”
Ha Jun-seo admired Seo Ha-yoon’s cock before taking it into his mouth, swallowing it whole.
“Ah…!”
Seo Ha-yoon’s hips bucked as Ha Jun-seo sucked the cream off his cock, the sensation pushing him to the brink of orgasm. But he held back, remembering his promise not to come while Ha Jun-seo was “eating his cake.”
“Ah… No… Don’t move your tongue like that. I’m going to come,” Seo Ha-yoon pleaded, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.
Ha Jun-seo continued to lick and suck, cleaning every trace of cream from Seo Ha-yoon’s cock and entrance. Seo Ha-yoon struggled to maintain control, but when Ha Jun-seo’s tongue began to probe his entrance, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Ah, no…! Ah…!”
Seo Ha-yoon climaxed in Ha Jun-seo’s mouth, who swallowed every drop.
“The cream tastes good,” Ha Jun-seo said, wiping his mouth with his thumb. Seo Ha-yoon panted, looking down at his glistening cock, coated in a mix of cream and saliva.
Ha Jun-seo picked up the bowl of cream, commanding, “Ha-yoon, spread your legs.”
Seo Ha-yoon hesitantly complied, knowing what was coming. Ha Jun-seo brought his cream-covered fingers to Seo Ha-yoon’s entrance, pushing them inside.
“Ah…!”
The slippery sensation was unfamiliar yet thrilling. The scent of cream filled the air, intoxicating Seo Ha-yoon. It seemed he wouldn’t be able to look at cream the same way for a while.
Seo Ha-yoon’s body trembled with anticipation as Ha Jun-seo’s fingers explored his intimate spots, eliciting sweet moans.
“Ah… Ah…”
Ha Jun-seo, familiar with every inch of Seo Ha-yoon’s body, expertly found his pleasure points. Each subtle touch sent waves of delight through Seo Ha-yoon, his moans as sweet as the cream coating his body.
“Stop moving your hips. I could make you come just with my fingers,” Ha Jun-seo teased. Seo Ha-yoon gazed at him with desperate, heated eyes, unable to bear the teasing any longer.
“Jun-seo, please… hurry…” Seo Ha-yoon begged, yearning for Ha Jun-seo’s hardness to fill him, to be ravished like an animal. He craved the intense, overwhelming sensation of being taken roughly.
Suddenly, Ha Jun-seo’s eyes narrowed, and Seo Ha-yoon felt a pang of unease. His fears were realized as Ha Jun-seo turned to the drawer—the same one that had once held a prostate massager. Seo Ha-yoon tensed, anticipating what was to come. Ha Jun-seo approached with a long, sleek object: a dildo.
“Jun-seo?!” Seo Ha-yoon exclaimed in shock.
“You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to come here today, right?” Ha Jun-seo said, coating the tip of the dildo with cream. He issued a command disguised as a request.
“Turn around and get on all fours, like a dog,” Ha Jun-seo ordered, his voice firm and unyielding.
