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Freodore pretended not to notice, even though it was pretty hard not to.
Weeks ago, he hadn’t been sure. Kaelix seemed to like everything about Freodore, which was flattering. He liked everything about Kaelix, too. But he knew he had his favorites.
He liked Kaelix’s arms, the way he could see them flexing when Kaelix lifted heavy things, the way the muscles had only grown over the months they’d known each other and bulged against that tight black undershirt when the club got too hot.
He liked Kaelix’s legs, the glimpses of smooth, exfoliated and moisturized thighs that only Freodore got to see because Kaelix never left his apartment in shorts.
He liked Kaelix’s face, of course. It was hard not to like a face so expressive, so openly honest and earnest. The blue eyes that lit up like a clear mid-morning sky when he was excited. The smile that was handed out to anyone and everyone like a never-ending bowl of candy on Halloween.
But in the few months since they’d started dating, since the night Kaelix had stomped around the club in a bad mood for hours because he’d seen Doppio of all people talking to Freodore at the bar, then cornered Freodore in the hallway looking annoyed in a way that Freodore had found very sexy. Since then, Freodore had started to notice a pattern.
The first instance was in Freodore’s apartment the night after what Freodore mentally referred to as Kaelix’s last straw, or the Doppio incident. Freodore had told him in no uncertain words that there was nothing going on between him and Doppio, either mutual or one-sided, and that Doppio had literally just been talking Freodore’s ear off about the sequel to Marfusha, again. After the live house finally closed up, Kaelix had driven Freodore home to apologize, which resulted in Kaelix confessing that he was only jealous because he liked Freodore so much that he couldn’t fathom the idea that everyone else on the planet didn’t like him too, which somehow led to Freodore sweating out and writhing on his own bed while Kaelix rutted into him like a wild animal. Which was, to borrow Kaelix’s words, pretty epic.
Anyway. Kaelix had been shy the day after, which was cute, and Freodore had to remind him that he really didn’t mind and would Kaelix please come over again after work tonight for non-sexual romantic intimacy, because Freodore liked him too but his ass would need a few days to recover. After Kaelix agreed and Freodore cooked them a meal, they hung out and watched the new season of a dating show that Seible and Zeal liked until they had to go in to work.
As soon as Freodore pulled on his gloves, Kaelix’s eyes had snapped right to them. It didn’t actually register as anything in Freodore’s mind until he asked Kaelix a question only to be met with absolutely no response, just Kaelix suspended in an open-mouthed trance at the sight of Freodore’s gloved hands. But one sample wasn’t enough. The nature of their relationship had just changed, so maybe Kaelix was just seeing some things, some… parts of Freodore, in a new light. It didn't have to be a thing.
There were several other occasions following, some of them deliberate rounds of experiment by Freodore himself. All while Freodore was wearing his gloves. Kaelix’s eyes lingering for just a moment too long on Freodore’s hands when he put in his earring or buttoned Kaelix’s shirt for him, or following their movement when he cooked for them before or after work. Kaelix’s almost mournful expression whenever Freodore peeled off his gloves at the end of a night.
Any of these occasions might have been the smoking gun, but because Kaelix had never shown a specific interest in Freodore’s hands before, Freodore was willing to chalk it all up to new relationship horniness.
Until.
One night, they were watching the new bachelor, Ren, go on a date with one of the contestants. Kaelix was in the middle of a long spiel about how reality dating shows were just another form of the commodification of love, maybe even the worst form, and that none of these people were real lovers who wanted to find real love because to them, it was just a way to get more followers on Instagram. And Freodore listened, because even though he didn’t really care about the show, he did care about what Kaelix had to say.
At one point in the middle of Kaelix’s rant, Freodore had reached over Kaelix’s lap to grab the bowl of popcorn they’d both forgotten about, and he steadied himself with one hand firmly gripped around Kaelix’s thigh.
And Kaelix went silent and absolutely still.
At first, Freodore thought that someone had said something shocking on the TV, and was about to ask Kaelix what happened when he settled back into his spot at Kaelix’s side and saw the way Kaelix’s eyes were staring down at his own lap, a little hazy, the hand farthest from Freodore fisted into the arm of the couch. And he realized that he had completely forgotten to remove his gloves when coming home.
Kaelix shortly excused himself to the bathroom, returning in a very perfunctory three minutes, but Freodore still did not act, instead filing away this information as something to expound on another time.
Another time came a week later, when Freodore decided to do one final test. He was almost positive Kaelix had a thing for his gloves, specifically when they were on his hands, but he didn’t want to broach the subject too heavy-handed in case he spooked Kaelix. Instead, he was going to go about things with a little more finesse. They would both have more fun that way, anyway.
It was Monday evening, one of their days off. Kaelix liked to take Freodore out somewhere on Monday nights, usually dinner and another activity. That night, Kaelix’s plan was for them to eat and drink by the river, so he arrived at Freodore’s place with rabokki and kimbap from their favorite Korean place and a couple bottles of soju, then drove them to a quiet spot by the river away from the city.
There was no one else around, so Freodore felt free to pull Kaelix into a slow, open-mouthed kiss where they sat on a blanket on the grass. He felt Kaelix sigh into it and the way Kaelix seemed to melt whenever Freodore was the one to initiate physical touch. Freodore let Kaelix guide him onto his back, content to let him take the lead for now as things got more heated.
Eventually, Freodore switched their positions, Kaelix sitting with his legs stretched over the blanket and Freodore with his knees on either side of Kaelix’s thighs.
“I’m glad I bought you these,” Freodore said, referring to the black, velvet loungewear pants that made it easy for him to tug out Kaelix’s cock. He shoved them halfway down Kaelix’s thighs, and Kaelix groaned when his member met the cool air. “I want to jerk you off. Is that okay?”
Kaelix nodded eagerly, making Freodore smile. But instead of wrapping his bare hand around Kaelix, he reached into one of the inside pockets of the jacket he’d taken from him and pulled out his gloves.
“You brought those?” Kaelix asked, confused, but Freodore could see the way his pupils had already dilated.
Freodore raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in a gesture that said, Clearly, as he slipped the first one on.
The effect was almost instantaneous.
Kaelix went quiet, but his eyes were fixed to each millimeter of skin that disappeared under black leather.
“Is this okay?” Freodore asked.
“Yeah,” Kaelix breathed.
“Do you like them?” This time, Freodore was sure of the answer. It was self-evident.
And this time, Kaelix only nodded, and Freodore grabbed his chin with one hand, pulling an aroused yelp out of Kaelix. “I want a verbal response.”
Kaelix’s hips twitched and he let out a long groan that only served to heighten Freodore’s own growing arousal. “I like them,” he eked out.
“Good.” He released Kaelix’s face, and all Kaelix could do was moan into the open air and jerk his hips into Freodore’s hand as Freodore closed a dry fist around Kaelix’s arousal.
Though there were no signs of anyone being nearby, Freodore didn’t particularly feel like taking chances. Or, maybe he just wanted to see Kaelix’s mouth full, because Kaelix’s moans were only barely muffled by the two fingers Freodore had slipped between his lips. “Shhh,” he teased, relishing in the anguished noises that Kaelix made when he started moving his hand.
He watched Kaelix in amazement, floored that all he had done was put on his gloves and touch Kaelix’s cock and the man already looked and sounded wrecked. He’d entirely underestimated the extent to which this would effect Kaelix.
“I brought lube, but you seem to be enjoying this a little too much,” Freodore casually remarked. He looked down pointedly at where Kaelix was leaking fat globs of precum. It definitely wasn’t enough to make the glide any easier, but the erotic sound that Kaelix made when Freodore swiped a thumb over his tip and spread his own precum over his cock was music to Freodore’s ears.
Dissatisfied with the dry glide, Freodore brandished the small bottle of lube he’d stashed in one of his pockets and poured some onto Kaelix’s cock, then resumed stroking Kaelix, who immediately jerked and moaned at the wet slide of Freodore’s hand. It took only one, two, and finally three strokes for Kaelix to come with a low moan, Freodore making sure to catch as much of his release in his hand as possible.
He made a point of showing Kaelix his cum-covered hand, which made the other man groan, only to turn into another punched-out moan when Freodore’s hand reached back down to stroke his spent, softening cock.
“Fu~uri.”
“I thought I was imagining things, all those times I saw you staring at my hands,” Freodore said, his words punctuated by the slick noises of his hand around Kaelix. “It took me a while to figure out it was the gloves.”
Kaelix reached down to stay Freodore’s hand, but Freodore snatched his wrist out of the air and pinned it to the ground beside his head, and Freodore was no longer able to muffle the next whimper that came out of him.
“Freo, please, I can’t take it, Furifuri.”
“Do you want me to stop, Kaelix?”
Kaelix panted, squirming underneath him, and he didn’t even seem to realize his hips were still rutting up into Freodore’s hand.
“Kaelix.” Freodore’s hand stilled, and Kaelix cried out. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please.” The hand that Freodore didn’t have pinned to the ground came up to grasp weakly at Freodore’s sleeve. “Please, don’t stop, Furifuri, please, please—”
Freodore silenced him with a kiss that Kaelix only half-returned, his brain seemingly teetering between trying to suck Freodore’s tongue into his mouth and meeting the downstroke of Freodore’s hand with his hips. It took only a few minutes for Kaelix’s cock to harden again, and he gave up on trying to kiss Freodore, just panting against his cheek like a dog. His hand held onto Freodore’s arm like it was his only lifeline, his body shaking with how tight his muscles were drawn.
“Just let go, Kaelix, okay?” Freodore said, his tone gentle as his hand pulled long and tight around Kaelix.
He’d thought Kaelix was beyond any verbal communication other than moaning, but Kaelix managed to choke out an, “I can’t.”
Freodore cooed at him, letting go of his wrist so he could stroke Kaelix’s cheek. “You can, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Upon being released, Kaelix’s hand immediately flew to the back of Freodore’s neck, tugging him closer so he could bury his face into Freodore’s shoulder. The angle was a bit awkward for Freodore, but Kaelix was feeling shy, and Freodore could tell he wouldn’t last much longer anyway.
“Easy, now,” he said into Kaelix’s ear. “That’s it.”
It was one of these little nothings or another when Kaelix’s body finally went taut and his head fell back with a choked-off moan as he came again in a couple spurts of watery release, all while Freodore coaxed him through it. The aftershocks lasted much longer this time, his whole body trembling against Freodore’s.
Deciding to take pity on him when he started whimpering from the overstimulation again, Freodore removed his hand. His glove and Kaelix’s poor, twitching member glistened with cum. Kaelix let out a sigh of relief, the trembling in his thighs lessening but still there as he breathed out a thank you.
Freodore shucked off both of his gloves so he could melt into Kaelix and run clean hands through his hair. “You did so good for me, Kaelix.”
Kaelix whined, shoving his face back into the crook of Freodore’s neck and wrapping his arms around Freodore in a tight squeeze. “You’re so mean.”
Reading between the lines, Freodore smiled into Kaelix’s hair. “Thank you for indulging me,” he said, because even though it was Kaelix’s obvious fascination with his gloves that prompted this, it was Freodore’s curiosity that started it.
“How did you even know?” Kaelix grumbled. “I didn’t even know.”
“I had a hypothesis, and it was very easy to test.” Freodore pulled back to level Kaelix with a look. “And there’s no way you didn’t know. With how obvious you were, I find it very hard to believe that you haven’t thought about this at least once.”
Kaelix scoffed. “Well, obviously. I’ve thought about everything with you.”
Another hypothesis proven. “Really? I’d like to hear about this ‘everything.’”
“Haven’t I been cut open enough tonight? Why don’t you tell me about one of your fantasies about me?”
“Okay.” Freodore sat up. He was prepared for this, because he, too, had thought about everything. “Well, I really like your arms, and I think...”
Freodore had only gotten to talking about Kaelix’s chest when Kaelix squawked in embarrassment and pushed Freodore off his lap.
