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“What is it with you and ruining my clothes?” Yo Han asked, eying the pile of soaked clothing sitting in the corner of Kim Ga On’s bathroom as he dried off Ga On’s hair, rubbing the towel across his head and then down his face just once to wipe away Ga On’s bratty smirk of self-satisfaction. “I hope you have a dryer tucked somewhere away in this apartment.”
“Nope,” Ga On said, grabbing the towel out of Yo Han’s grasp and flinging it over his shoulder to land on top of Yo Han’s wet jeans. “A strictly line-drying only operation here at the Kim residence.” He wandered out of the bathroom, amusing Yo Han with the way his legs still wobbled from the lingering effects of drink and desire. “You can borrow some of my clothes for the night,” Ga On told him as Yo Han sidled up next to him in front of a well-worn chest of drawers. “Here.” Ga On thrust a pair of underwear and a t-shirt into Yo Han’s chest. “These should fit.”
“Fit my body, yes.” Yo Han held them out at a distance, pinching the t-shirt emblazoned with the Cafe Indulgence logo on the front and a pair of angel wings on the back between his thumb and forefinger. “My dignity, no.”
“Such a snob.” Ga On rolled his eyes and stepped into his own set of briefs. “You’re welcome to put on your wet pants or drive home naked, I guess, if my clothes aren’t good enough for you.”
“Remind me to take you shopping,” Yo Han said, reluctantly sliding his legs into Ga On’s underwear and pulling the shirt over his head, shivering as he thought of what his colleagues – or god forbid, Elijah or Sun Ah – would have said if they could have seen the feared “Devil Judge” of the courts standing around as a pantless angel advertising his booty call’s coffee shop.
“What is it with you and wanting to dress me up?” Ga On teased, swaying in Yo Han’s personal space, his cheeks flush and his mouth kiss-stung and wanting.
“To be fair, I’m more interested in undressing you most of the time.” Yo Han caught his bottom lip, kissing Ga On until he hummed with pleasure, folding himself into the cradle of Yo Han’s arms. “And not just because your fashion sense leaves so much to be desired.” Ga On bit his throat, laughing when Yo Han spanked him in return. “Behave yourself and when you pass the exam, I’m going to fill your closet with well-made suits,” Yo Han murmured, kissing the reddening tip of Ga On’s ear.
Ga On slipped his knee between Yo Han’s thighs, bringing their hips together. “Why?”
“You should look as good with clothes on as you do with clothes off,” Yo Han said, wrapping his arms around Ga On’s waist, lacing his fingers together and pulling him close and tight. “Especially when you start to move in my world. Beauty begets power.”
Ga On looked up at him through his eyelashes, a smile playing on his lips. “I guess you would know.”
“Of course I do.” Yo Han bent him backwards, folding Ga On’s spine over the splay of his hands so he could lick the arch of his throat and feel the hum of his laughter beneath his tongue. “And I use it to my advantage.” Yo Han dropped his hold, letting Ga On fall to the bed with a sprawling thump. “As you do.”
“Since when?” Ga On rolled over onto his stomach with a huff, giving Yo Han what he probably thought was a very dirty look but only, in fact, made Yo Han want to do dirty things to his pretty young face.
“Don’t tell me you think it is the quality of your latte art that fills that tip jar,” Yo Han said, plucking at his ugly shirt. “You know very well why all of those young women throng to your mediocre coffee shop.”
Ga On licked his lips, crawling on his elbows to touch his smile to Yo Han’s hip. “The same reason you keep stalking me at my workplace, I guess.”
“You must still be drunk,” Yo Han murmured, peering down his chest to watch Ga On mouth his stomach through his borrowed shirt.
“A little, maybe,” Ga On said, nuzzling into his side like a spoiled cat. “A little bit drunk, a lot tired, even more strung out over the fact that the test that defines my future is only ten days away.”
Yo Han stifled the urge to roll his eyes at the dramatics, reminding himself that despite his best efforts to pretend otherwise, he was, in fact, significantly older than Kim Ga On, that he had long been established professional and personally, and even been born adjacent to wealth and status and power, whereas Ga On possessed few of the privileges of those typically moved in Yo Han’s rarefied world. Gently, he nudged Ga On out of his hiding spot in Yo Han’s tender middle, pushing him down into a clutch of pillows and faded bedsheets, climbing in next to him and ignoring the way Ga On looked at him like he had grown a second head when he patted his chest and gathered him in for a cuddle.
“There, there,” Yo Han said, stroking Ga On’s hair. “It will all be alright.”
“Wow,” Ga On laughed, knocking his head against Yo Han’s chin even as he curled in closer, fingers slipping beneath Yo Han’s shirt. “You’re terrible at giving comfort, aren’t you?”
“I’m not known for coddling or sugarcoating, no,” Yo Han acknowledged. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think it was true. You’re smart and capable. Pass or fail, a single test isn’t going to define your life. You’ve already overcome much bigger obstacles in your life than this exam. Have a little faith in yourself, Kim Ga On. I do.”
“Thank you.” Ga On squeezed him tight, burying himself in Yo Han’s arms for a long, quiet moment before raising himself up to give Yo Han a watery look, something sticky and wet in his voice as he said, “And I guess if I do fail, I can always fall back on being your houseboy, right?”
“That offer expired a long time ago,” Yo Han teased, grabbing his chin and bringing him for a kiss. Ga On sighed into his mouth, letting Yo Han kiss him deeply.
Ga On climbed into his lap, bracing his arms on either side of Yo Han’s shoulders. “Then let me make you a counteroffer.” Yo Han splayed his hands around Ga On’s waist and pushed his hips up into the softness of Ga On’s behind, smiling when Ga On’s eyes fluttered and his mouth parted. “Stop that,” Ga On said, even though he didn’t look like he wanted Yo Han to stop at all. “You’re always so distracting.”
“I thought you wanted me to distract you tonight.” Yo Han let his fingers toy with the band of Ga On’s underwear, pulling it slowly down the curve of his ass.
“And how d you propose to do that, Judge Kang?” Ga On dipped forward and sucked Yo Han’s earlobe between his teeth.
Yo Han turned his cheek to meet Ga On’s, catching his lips in a messy kiss before breaking away just enough to breathe the answer into Ga On’s wanting mouth. “Why don’t you fuck me and find out?”
“Should I?” Ga On whispered back, rocking his hips against Yo Han’s.
“If you think you can handle it.” Yo Han spread his legs, wondering how long it had been since had done this, wondering how long it had been since Kim Ga On had done this, if Ga On had ever taken another man into his bed and fucked him.
“I can handle it.” Ga On laughed, slipping off of Yo Han’s waist to sit on his knees between Yo Han’s legs, hands resting confidently on Yo Han’s thighs as his thumbs stroked the edge of Yo Han’s borrowed underwear. “The question is, can you?” Ga On pulled his underwear off, bending down to kiss each of Yo Han’s nipples and then his lips, brushing an irritatingly bratty smile up his throat.
“Somehow I think I’ll survive,” Yo Han said, pinching Ga On’s side. “But go ahead and do your worst.”
“Brace yourself.” Ga On shook his head, giving him a soft and knowing look. “Because I’m going to do my best.”
Yo Han should have known from the moment that Ga On looked at him with those bedroom eyes that he was in trouble, but Ga On had always been just unpredictable enough to catch him off guard. He had expected something a little bit playful, perhaps a little bit hesitant or unsure, but there was no trace left of the wicked smile Ga On had worn since he’d opened the door, or uncertainty in the hands that palmed his hips and turned him onto his stomach. In the place of the sometimes shy, sometimes bold boy from the coffee shop there was now a lover, tender and sweet in a way that was more disarming than the fingers between his legs and the lips on his spine.
“You look divine,” Ga On told him in a murmured whisper against his ear, draping his chest against Yo Han’s naked back after he’d stripped Yo Han fully bare only half an hour after dressing him in wrinkled clothes from his own drawers. “I almost hate to take the shirt off and deprive you of your wings.” Yo Han ignored him in favor of lifting his hips to meet the press of Ga On’s cock, turning his face into the pillow to hide the way his eyes widened when Ga On laced their fingers together on the sheets and pushed inside, groaning as he bottomed out, “You feel even better.”
It was almost intolerably intimate, the slowness with which Ga On fucked him while he breathed in the faint scent of Ga On’s shampoo on Ga On’s sheets and licked the taste of Ga On’s toothpaste from his teeth. Kim Ga On was suddenly everywhere all at once, in him and on him, surrounding him and making it impossible to ignore the way his body went pliant in Ga On’s arms, how easily he opened himself up to Ga On and let him have anything and everything he wanted. He couldn’t deny the way Ga On’s breathy moans slipped directly into his ear made him feel, couldn’t deny that he liked the press of skin to skin, the hammering of Ga On’s heart against his back and the way Ga On’s toes flex and curled next to his, their ankles knocking against one another as Ga On fucked him sweetly but deeply, taking his time like they had all night to do nothing more than swallow sighs in messy kisses and hold hands on top of a mattress that had seen better days.
He would have thought that he was too tired (and maybe, just maybe, too old) to want to come again so soon after he’d painted the backs of Ga On’s thighs a sticky white, but Ga On had always managed to illicit the unexpected from him, so he wasn’t surprised when his cock got hard against the sheets and he had the fleeting thought that he would do just about anything for Ga On to touch him.
“Turn me over,” Yo Han said, annoyed by the breathlessness that made his demand sound more like a request but mollified by the quickness with which Ga On acquiesced, pulling out just long enough to flip Yo Han onto his back and put his knees on his shoulders.
“Like this is good,” Ga On murmured, head tipping and mouth falling open as he pushed back inside. “Can you take it? Can I go further?”
“My hip flexors aren’t what they used to be, but I think I can manage it.” Yo Han rolled his eyes and slipped his fingers into Ga On’s hair, pulling him down as his legs folded ever closer to his chest. It twinged, a little, to be bent in half like this, but there was pleasure enough in the hand that curled around his cock and stroked, in the mouth that covered his own and kissed, in the way that Ga On took such care with him even when he was so deep inside that Yo Han couldn’t move. With anyone else, Yo Han thought, it may have been unsettling to have so little control, to be pinned down and fucked, but also to be held and indulged, to be given so much unrestrained consideration and desire all at once.
Ga On was even Ga On enough to make sure that Yo Han came first, pulling out and sliding down Yo Han’s chest to suck his cock, two fingers playing inside of him while Ga On took Yo Han into his throat and swallowed. The ache he felt when he came again was almost nothing compared to the look on Ga On’s face when he wiped the come from the corner of his mouth and pushed back inside of Yo Han’s still shaking body. With one leg hooked over Ga On’s arm and the other wrapped around Ga On’s hips, Yo Han took back what little authority he could, demanding that Ga On be closer, that Ga On cover him once more from head to toe and fill up every one of his senses with the sight, sound, and taste of Kim Ga On fucking him.
And after Ga On finished, collapsing into a heap of shivering limbs within the fold of Yo Han’s arms and legs, it was Yo Han’s turn to spare him some consideration – stroking his hair from his forehead and kissing the corner of his lips as he murmured meaningless praise.
“You did well,” Yo Han told him, turning Ga On slowly onto his side so that Yo Han could take a full breath for the first time since Ga On had pinned him to the bed. “You do almost everything well, so why shouldn’t the exam be the same?”
Ga On looked at him through heavy, hooded eyes as he licked his kiss reddened lips. “I hope you’re right.”
“I usually am.” Yo Han dragged his thumb down Ga On’s cheek, letting his palm come to rest on the curve of his throat. “And if I’m not, as you said, you have other options.”
Ga On smiled, sleepy and sweet. “House boy?”
“Something like that could be arranged,” Yo Han said, counting the beats of Ga On’s pulse against his hand.
“I decline. Again.” Ga On shook his head, inching in ever closer to the point that Yo Han could see the different shades of brown in his eyes. “No more house boy. Or house pet. I told you I had a counteroffer to make.”
“Very well, if you think you can persuade me, I’ll hear your case,” Yo Han said, giving Ga On his best Judge Kang voice even as laughter threatened to bring an abrupt end to his theatrics.
“It’s a very persuasive argument. A once in a lifetime kind of opportunity.” Ga On touched his forehead to Yo Han’s, eyes closing as he put his hand over Yo Han’s heart. Yo Han stroked the curve of his throat and the line of his jaw, cradling his face and kissing cheeks that were warm and flush with happiness as Ga On whispered to him, “When I pass the exam, I’ll let
you
be
my
boyfriend.