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The bass from Sunoo's speaker thumped through the apartment as Riki stood in front of the full-length mirror, watching his two best friends buzz around him like excited stylists preparing their masterpiece.
"Hold still," Jungwon commanded, his fingers working through Riki's hair with practiced precision. He'd already applied some kind of texturizing cream that made each strand fall perfectly, effortlessly tousled in a way that looked natural but was anything but.
Sunoo emerged from Riki's closet holding up a black mesh top with a triumphant grin. "This. Definitely this."
Riki's eyes widened. "That's really see-through."
"That's the point," Sunoo said, tossing it at him. "Trust me. Pair it with those tight black jeans. The ones that make your ass look incredible. you'll have everyone at this party losing their minds."
"I don't know if I want everyone losing their minds," Riki protested weakly, but he was already pulling off his comfortable hoodie and slipping the mesh top over his head. The material clung to his torso, leaving very little to the imagination. His skin showed through the delicate pattern, and when he turned to the side, the way it hugged his narrow waist made even him do a double-take.
"See?" Jungwon said, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "You look hot Riki”
Twenty minutes later, Riki was fully transformed. The tight jeans sat low on his hips, and Sunoo had added a silver chain that drew attention to his collarbones. Jungwon had finished his hair and moved on to makeup, just enough eyeliner to make his eyes pop, a touch of gloss on his lips.
"Perfect," Sunoo declared, stepping back to admire their work. "Absolutely perfect. You're going to have so much fun tonight."
Riki couldn't help but smile at his reflection. He did look good. Really good. The outfit was definitely more daring than what he usually wore, but something about it made him feel confident.
"Alright," he said, turning to his friends. "Let's go."
The party was already in full swing when they arrived, the house packed with bodies moving to the heavy beat that shook the walls. Colored lights strobed across the crowd, and the air was thick with heat and the mingled scents of perfume, cologne, and alcohol.
"Shots!" Sunoo yelled over the music, grabbing both Riki and Jungwon by the wrists and dragging them toward the kitchen.
They took three rounds in quick succession, the burn of vodka warming Riki's chest and loosening his limbs. By the time they made it to the makeshift dance floor in the living room, he was buzzing with liquid courage and the infectious energy of the crowd.
Riki lost himself in the music, moving between his friends, laughing as Jungwon attempted some ridiculous dance move and Sunoo dramatically lip-synced to the lyrics. The alcohol made everything feel brighter, easier, like he was floating just above the ground.
He didn't notice the stranger at first, not until a pair of hands settled on his waist from behind. Riki's breath caught, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let himself lean back slightly, feeling the solid presence of someone taller, broader.
The stranger pulled him closer, their bodies moving together to the rhythm. Riki could feel the heat radiating from him, could feel every shift and sway. Then lips brushed against his neck, soft and teasing, and Riki's eyes fluttered closed.
He tilted his head to the side, giving better access, and heard a low sound of approval rumble from the chest pressed against his back. The stranger's mouth moved along the column of his throat, not quite kissing, just barely touching, and it sent shivers racing down Riki's spine.
Riki turned his head, and suddenly they were face to face. The stranger was gorgeous. Sharp jawline, intense eyes that seemed to see right through him, dark blonde hair falling across his forehead. Their gazes locked, and Riki felt the air between them crackle with electricity.
The stranger leaned in close, his lips brushing Riki's ear. "I'm Heeseung."
"Riki," he managed to say, his voice coming out breathier than intended.
Heeseung's hands tightened on his waist. "Want to get out of here, Riki?"
The question sent heat pooling low in Riki's stomach. He should probably think about this, should maybe be more cautious, but the way Heeseung was looking at him, like he wanted to devour him, made any rational thought impossible.
"Yes," Riki said.
He caught Sunoo's eye across the dance floor and gave him an exaggerated wink and thumbs up. Sunoo's face split into a delighted grin, and he nudged Jungwon, both of them giving Riki enthusiastic encouragement as Heeseung took his hand and led him toward the exit.
The cool night air hit Riki's flushed skin as they stepped outside, but he barely had time to register it before Heeseung was pushing him against the wall of the house, crowding into his space.
"Fuck," Heeseung breathed, his eyes roaming over Riki's face, his body. "You look so good. I've been watching you all night. Couldn't take my eyes off you."
Then his mouth was on Riki's, hot and demanding, and Riki moaned into the kiss. Heeseung kissed like he was starving, like Riki was oxygen and he'd been drowning. His tongue swept into Riki's mouth, and Riki's hands came up to clutch at Heeseung's shoulders, needing something to anchor himself.
When they finally broke apart, both panting, Heeseung pressed his forehead against Riki's. "I can't wait to get you home," he said, his voice rough. "Can't wait to absolutely ravish you."
Riki whimpered, actually whimpered, and pulled Heeseung back in for another kiss. They made out against the wall for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, until Heeseung finally pulled back with visible effort.
"Taxi," he said. "Now. Before I lose control right here."
They barely made it into the back of the cab before they were on each other again. Riki climbed halfway into Heeseung's lap, not caring that the driver could probably see everything in the rearview mirror. Heeseung's hands were everywhere, sliding up under the mesh top to feel bare skin, gripping Riki's ass through the tight jeans, threading through his carefully styled hair.
Riki kissed along Heeseung's jaw, down his neck, sucking a mark just above his collar. Heeseung groaned and pulled him impossibly closer.
"You're going to be the death of me," Heeseung muttered, capturing Riki's mouth again.
The drive felt endless and far too short all at once. When the taxi finally pulled up to a sleek apartment building, Heeseung threw cash at the driver without even looking at the amount and practically dragged Riki out of the car.
They stumbled through the lobby, Heeseung pulling Riki along by the hand, but they only made it a few steps before Heeseung was pushing him against the wall again, kissing him desperately. Riki laughed against his mouth, giddy and turned on and completely overwhelmed in the best way.
"Elevator," Riki gasped between kisses.
"Right. Elevator."
They made it three more steps before Heeseung had him against another wall. Then finally into the elevator, where Heeseung immediately pressed him into the corner and kissed him senseless. Riki could feel how hard Heeseung was through his jeans, could feel his own arousal straining against the tight denim.
The elevator dinged, and they stumbled out into a hallway. Heeseung fumbled with his keys while keeping one hand on Riki, like he couldn't bear to stop touching him even for a second.
The door to Heeseung's apartment swung open, and Riki barely had time to register the modern, minimalist space before Heeseung was on him again. Strong hands gripped his thighs, and suddenly Riki was being lifted, his legs automatically wrapping around Heeseung's waist.
"Bedroom," Heeseung growled against his mouth, and Riki could only whimper in response.
Heeseung carried him through the apartment, their mouths never separating, until they reached a bedroom. He laid Riki down on the bed with surprising gentleness given the urgency of his kisses, then immediately covered Riki's body with his own.
"God, you're so beautiful," Heeseung said, pulling back to look at him. His pupils were blown wide with desire, and Riki felt himself flush under the intensity of that gaze.
Heeseung's mouth found his neck, sucking and biting, definitely leaving marks. Riki didn't care. He wanted to be marked, wanted evidence of this tomorrow.
"This outfit," Heeseung murmured against his skin, his hands sliding over the mesh top. "Fuck, this outfit. The way it shows off your waist, your body. And these jeans” His hands moved to Riki's ass, squeezing. "Your ass looks incredible. I've been thinking about it all night."
Riki moaned, arching into the touch. "Heeseung..."
"I've got you," Heeseung promised. His hands moved to the hem of the mesh top, and he slowly, torturously slowly, began to pull it up. He kissed every inch of skin as it was revealed, Riki's stomach, his ribs, his chest. By the time the top was off, Riki was trembling.
Heeseung made quick work of the jeans next, but he continued his pattern of kissing down Riki's body as he removed them. His lips traced along Riki's hip bones, down his thighs, even pressing kisses to his calves and ankles as he pulled the tight denim completely off.
"Heeseung, please," Riki whimpered, need making his voice shake.
"Please what, baby?" Heeseung asked, his hands running up Riki's legs.
"Touch me. I need- I need you to touch me."
Heeseung hooked his fingers in Riki's underwear, the last barrier between them, and slowly pulled them down. Riki was fully naked now, spread out on Heeseung's bed, and the way Heeseung looked at him made him feel like the most desirable person in the world.
"Turn over for me," Heeseung said, his voice commanding but gentle.
Riki obeyed, rolling onto his stomach. He felt Heeseung's hands on him immediately, running down his back, over the curve of his ass. Then Heeseung was spreading him open, and Riki buried his face in the pillow, suddenly shy despite everything.
"Fuck, Riki. You have such a perfect ass. And your hole.” Heeseung's thumb brushed over it, making Riki jerk. "So pretty. Can I taste you? Please let me taste you."
"Yes," Riki gasped. "Yes, please, yes- "
The first touch of Heeseung's tongue against his hole made Riki sob into the pillow. It was wet and warm and so good, and when Heeseung started to really work him over, licking and sucking, Riki thought he might actually lose his mind.
Heeseung ate him out like it was his favorite thing in the world, taking his time, being thorough. His hands held Riki's hips down when he started to squirm too much, the display of strength making Riki even more desperate.
"Stay still," Heeseung commanded, and Riki whimpered but tried to obey.
He felt Heeseung pull back, heard the click of a bottle opening. Then a slick finger was pressing into him alongside Heeseung's tongue, and the combination made Riki cry out.
"That's it," Heeseung encouraged. "Let me hear you."
He worked Riki open slowly, adding fingers one at a time, scissoring and stretching while his mouth continued its assault. By the time he had three fingers inside, Riki was a writhing, moaning mess, begging incoherently for more.
"Such a needy little slut," Heeseung said, his voice dripping with affection despite the words. "So desperate to be filled. You want my cock, baby? Want me to fuck you?"
"Yes!" Riki practically screamed. "Yes, Heeseung, please, I need it, I need you-“
"I've got you," Heeseung said again. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
Riki heard the sound of a condom wrapper, then felt the blunt pressure of Heeseung's cock against his entrance. Heeseung pushed in slowly, so slowly, and Riki felt every inch as he was filled.
"Fuck," Heeseung groaned. "You feel so good. So tight and perfect."
When he was fully seated inside, they both paused, breathing hard. Then Heeseung's hand came down on the back of Riki's neck, not quite choking but definitely controlling, and Riki moaned at the feeling of being held down, pinned.
Heeseung started to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The hand on Riki's neck tightened slightly, and Riki felt himself clench around Heeseung's cock.
"Oh god," Riki whimpered. "Heeseung, oh god-"
"Say it again," Heeseung demanded, his hips snapping forward harder. "Say my name."
"Heeseung," Riki moaned. "Heeseung, Heeseung-" He remembered the honorific, the way it had felt on his tongue earlier. "Hyung. Heeseung-hyung, please-"
Heeseung's hips stuttered, and he let out a guttural moan. "Fuck. Say that again."
"Hyung," Riki sobbed, tears of pleasure starting to leak from his eyes. "Hyung, please, feels so good, please don't stop-"
"Never," Heeseung promised, and then he was really fucking Riki, hard and fast and perfect. The hand on his neck kept him pinned, kept him exactly where Heeseung wanted him, and Riki had never felt so completely owned, so thoroughly taken care of.
"That's it," Heeseung praised. "Take it so well. Such a good boy for me."
Riki could only whimper and moan in response, completely lost in the sensation. Every thrust hit something inside him that made him see stars, and the constant pressure on his neck kept him grounded even as he felt like he was flying apart.
Then suddenly Heeseung was pulling out, and Riki whined at the loss. But Heeseung was already flipping him over onto his back, and before Riki could even process the change in position, Heeseung was pushing back inside.
"Want to see your face," Heeseung said, leaning down to kiss him. "Want to watch you fall apart."
Riki's face was wet with tears, his lips swollen from kissing, his hair a complete mess. He knew he must look wrecked, but the way Heeseung looked at him, like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. It made him weak inside
Heeseung's mouth found his neck again, sucking more marks, and Riki wrapped his legs around Heeseung's waist, pulling him deeper.
"Please," Riki begged. "Hyung, please, I need- I need-“
"I know baby, I know” Heeseung said. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything."
His thrusts became harder, more desperate, and Riki could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He'd never come untouched before, but he could feel it approaching, inevitable and overwhelming.
"Hyung," he gasped. "Hyung, I'm going to- I'm-“
"Come for me," Heeseung commanded. "Let me see you."
Riki's back arched off the bed as his orgasm crashed over him. He screamed, actually screamed, Heeseung's name and the honorific tumbling from his lips as he came harder than he ever had in his life, his release painting both their stomachs.
The sight of Riki coming undone beneath him, the sound of his name being screamed, the feeling of Riki clenching around him, it was too much. Heeseung thrust once, twice more, and then he was coming too, burying himself deep as he filled the condom.
They lay there for a long moment, both panting, hearts racing. Finally, Heeseung carefully pulled out, and Riki winced slightly at the sensitivity.
"Sorry," Heeseung murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Riki's forehead. "Let me clean you up."
He disappeared into what Riki assumed was the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp cloth. He wiped down Riki's stomach and between his legs with careful, tender movements, then cleaned himself off.
"Here," Heeseung said, handing Riki a soft t-shirt and a pair of clean boxers. "These should fit okay."
Riki pulled them on, the clothes smelling like Heeseung's detergent, and felt a warm flutter in his chest. Heeseung climbed into bed beside him and immediately pulled Riki into his arms.
"You were so good," Heeseung said, his hand running soothingly up and down Riki's back. "So perfect. I've never- that was incredible."
Riki smiled against Heeseung's chest. "Yeah," he agreed softly. "It really was."
He tilted his head up and pressed a kiss to Heeseung's neck, right over the mark he'd left in the taxi. Heeseung hummed contentedly and held him closer.
"Stay," Heeseung said. "Stay the night. I'll make you breakfast in the morning."
"Okay," Riki murmured, already feeling sleep pulling at him. The combination of alcohol, dancing, and the most intense sex of his life had left him completely exhausted in the best way.
Heeseung pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Sleep, baby. I've got you."
And wrapped in Heeseung's arms, feeling safe and satisfied and thoroughly fucked, Riki let his eyes drift closed. His last thought before sleep claimed him was that he should definitely let Sunoo and Jungwon dress him more often.
Riki woke slowly, awareness creeping in piece by piece. First, he registered warmth, the kind of all-encompassing heat that came from another body pressed against his. Then came the unfamiliar softness of expensive sheets, the faint scent of cologne and sex lingering in the air, and finally, the pleasant ache in his muscles that reminded him exactly what had happened the night before.
His eyes fluttered open to find himself still tangled with Heeseung. Sometime during the night, they'd shifted positions. Riki was now facing Heeseung's chest, one of his legs thrown over Heeseung's hip, while Heeseung's arm was wrapped securely around his waist. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.
For a moment, Riki wondered if he'd dreamed it all. The party, the dancing, the way Heeseung had looked at him like he was the only person in the room. The desperate kisses in the taxi, against every wall, in the elevator. The way Heeseung had taken him apart so thoroughly, so perfectly.
But no, the evidence was all around him. The marks on his neck that he could feel even without touching them. The borrowed clothes he was wearing. The unfamiliar bedroom bathed in soft morning light filtering through partially closed curtains. And most of all, the beautiful man still sleeping peacefully beside him.
Riki took the opportunity to really look at Heeseung in the daylight. Last night, everything had been colored lights and shadows, urgency and desire. Now, he could see the elegant slope of Heeseung's nose, the way his dark lashes fanned across his cheekbones, the slight part of his lips as he breathed deeply in sleep. He looked younger like this, softer, and Riki felt something warm unfurl in his chest that had nothing to do with physical attraction.
Well, not entirely.
Because as he lay there watching Heeseung sleep, Riki became acutely aware of their proximity. Of the way Heeseung's hand rested on the small of his back, fingers splayed possessively even in sleep. Of the muscled chest rising and falling beneath the thin t-shirt Heeseung had thrown on before bed. Of the leg pressed between his thighs.
Heat began to pool low in Riki's belly, a slow burn that was different from the frantic need of last night but no less intense. His body remembered every touch, every kiss, every thrust, and it wanted more.
As if sensing Riki's thoughts, Heeseung stirred. His arm tightened around Riki's waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and he made a soft sound in the back of his throat. Then his eyes opened, dark and still slightly unfocused with sleep.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Riki held his breath, suddenly uncertain. What were the rules here? What did you say to someone the morning after the best sex of your life when you barely knew each other?
But then Heeseung smiled, a slow, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and all of Riki's anxiety melted away.
"Morning," Heeseung said, his voice rough with sleep in a way that sent shivers down Riki's spine.
"Morning," Riki whispered back.
Heeseung's hand moved from Riki's back to cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone with surprising tenderness. "You're still here."
"You asked me to stay," Riki pointed out, leaning into the touch.
"I did." Heeseung's smile widened. "I'm glad you did."
Then he was pulling Riki in for a kiss, and this was different too. Not the desperate, consuming kisses of last night, but something slower, sweeter. Heeseung kissed him like they had all the time in the world, like he wanted to savor every second.
Riki melted into it, his hand coming up to rest on Heeseung's chest. He could feel Heeseung's heartbeat under his palm, steady and strong. The kiss deepened gradually, Heeseung's tongue sliding against his in a lazy exploration that made Riki's toes curl.
When they finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, Heeseung rested his forehead against Riki's. "I can't believe you're real," he murmured. "I kept thinking I'd wake up and you'd be gone. That last night was just some incredible dream."
"I'm real," Riki assured him. "And I was thinking the same thing."
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at him properly, his eyes roaming over Riki's face with an intensity that made Riki flush. "You're even more beautiful in the morning light," he said. "I didn't think that was possible."
Riki laughed, embarrassed. "I probably look like a mess. My hair-“
"Is perfect," Heeseung interrupted, running his fingers through the tangled strands. "You're perfect."
He kissed Riki again, and this time there was more heat behind it. His hand slid down from Riki's face to his neck, thumb pressing against one of the marks he'd left, and Riki gasped into his mouth.
"Does it hurt?" Heeseung asked, pulling back with concern.
"No," Riki said quickly. "No, it feels good. I like it. Like being marked by you."
Heeseung's eyes darkened, and Riki felt him harden against his hip. "Fuck, Riki. The things you say."
"I mean it," Riki said, emboldened by the desire he could see in Heeseung's expression. "I like knowing everyone will see them. Will know that someone wanted me enough to-“
Heeseung cut him off with another kiss, this one harder, more demanding. He rolled them over so Riki was on his back, Heeseung hovering over him, and Riki's breath caught at the familiar position.
"I do want you," Heeseung said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made Riki shiver. "So fucking much. Last night wasn't enough. I don't think I could ever get enough of you."
"Then don't," Riki breathed. "Don't stop. I want you too, Heeseung. Want you again."
Heeseung groaned and captured Riki's mouth again, and this kiss was all heat and need. But there was still something different about it, a tenderness underlying the passion, an intimacy that came from having already learned each other's bodies.
Heeseung's hands slid under the borrowed t-shirt Riki wore, pushing it up slowly. "Can I?" he asked against Riki's lips.
"Yes," Riki said. "Yes, please."
They broke apart just long enough for Heeseung to pull the shirt over Riki's head, and then Heeseung was kissing down his neck, retracing the path he'd taken last night but with more leisure. He sucked new marks next to the old ones, and Riki arched into it, his hands fisting in Heeseung's hair.
"So responsive," Heeseung murmured against his skin. "Love the sounds you make."
He continued his journey down Riki's body, pressing kisses to his collarbones, his chest, his ribs. When he reached Riki's nipple, he circled it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, and Riki cried out at the sensation.
"Heeseung," he whimpered. "Please."
"I've got you," Heeseung said, the same promise as last night. "Going to take my time with you this morning. Going to make you feel so good."
He lavished attention on Riki's chest until Riki was writhing beneath him, then kissed down his stomach. When he reached the waistband of the borrowed boxers, he looked up at Riki, asking permission with his eyes.
Riki nodded frantically, and Heeseung slowly pulled the boxers down and off. Riki was already hard, had been since he woke up, and the way Heeseung looked at him, like he was something precious and desired made him even harder.
"Beautiful," Heeseung said, his hand wrapping around Riki's cock. "Every part of you is beautiful."
He stroked slowly, and Riki's hips bucked up into the touch. But Heeseung used his other hand to press Riki's hips back down to the mattress, holding him in place.
"Patience," Heeseung said with a smile. "We have all morning."
Then he leaned down and took Riki into his mouth, and Riki nearly came right then from the wet heat and the sight of Heeseung's lips stretched around him. Heeseung worked him slowly, taking him deeper with each bob of his head, and Riki couldn't stop the stream of moans and whimpers falling from his lips.
"Heeseung, oh god, Heeseung-"
Heeseung pulled off with an obscene pop. "Say it," he commanded. "Say what you called me last night."
"Hyung," Riki gasped. "Heeseung-hyung, please-"
Heeseung groaned and took him back into his mouth, sucking harder now, and Riki felt his orgasm building embarrassingly fast. But before he could tip over the edge, Heeseung pulled off again.
"Not yet," he said. "Want to be inside you when you come."
Riki whimpered at the loss but nodded. He watched as Heeseung stripped off his own clothes, revealing the body that Riki had felt but not really seen last night. Heeseung was all lean muscle and smooth skin, and Riki wanted to touch every inch of him.
Heeseung retrieved lube and a condom from the nightstand. Apparently he'd restocked at some point, and settled between Riki's legs. "Turn over for me, baby," he said.
But Riki shook his head. "Want to see you," he said. "Want to watch you this time."
Something soft and warm crossed Heeseung's expression. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, okay. I want to see you too."
He slicked up his fingers and pressed one against Riki's entrance. Riki was still a little loose from last night, still a little sore, but the stretch felt good as Heeseung worked him open again. He added a second finger, then a third, scissoring and curling them until he found that spot inside that made Riki see stars.
"There," Riki gasped. "Right there, hyung, please"
"I know," Heeseung said. "I remember. Remember everything about last night. Every sound you made, every expression, exactly what makes you fall apart."
He worked Riki open thoroughly, patiently, until Riki was begging for more. Only then did he roll on the condom and slick himself up. He lined up with Riki's entrance and pushed in slowly, so slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Riki's mouth fell open as he was filled, the stretch and burn giving way to perfect fullness. When Heeseung was fully seated inside him, they both paused, just breathing and looking at each other.
"Okay?" Heeseung asked, his hand coming up to cup Riki's face.
"Perfect," Riki said. "You're perfect. This is perfect."
Heeseung leaned down to kiss him as he started to move, and this was different from last night too. The pace was slower, more deliberate. Each thrust was deep and measured, designed to make Riki feel every inch. Heeseung's free hand roamed over Riki's body. his chest, his waist, his thigh, touching him like he was trying to memorize him.
Riki wrapped his legs around Heeseung's waist, changing the angle so that every thrust hit that perfect spot inside him. He moaned into Heeseung's mouth, his hands clutching at Heeseung's shoulders.
"So good," Heeseung murmured against his lips. "You feel so good, Riki. So perfect around me."
"Harder," Riki pleaded. "Hyung, please, need more-“
Heeseung obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force, and Riki cried out. But he still maintained that deliberate pace, still made sure Riki felt every thrust, every drag of his cock against Riki's walls.
"Touch yourself," Heeseung commanded. "Want to see you."
Riki wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking in time with Heeseung's thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel his orgasm building again, faster this time.
"That's it," Heeseung encouraged. "So beautiful like this. Love watching you fall apart for me."
"Close," Riki gasped. "Hyung, I'm so close-“
"Me too," Heeseung said, his rhythm starting to falter. "Come for me, baby. Let me see you."
He angled his hips just right, hitting Riki's prostate dead-on, and that was all it took. Riki came with a cry of Heeseung's name, his release spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. The feeling of Riki clenching around him pushed Heeseung over the edge too, and he buried himself deep as he came, Riki's name falling from his lips like a prayer.
They stayed like that for a long moment, Heeseung still inside him, both of them breathing hard. Then Heeseung carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom before collapsing beside Riki on the bed.
Riki immediately curled into his side, and Heeseung wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. They lay there in comfortable silence, just breathing and holding each other as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal.
"I really should clean us up," Heeseung said eventually, but he made no move to get up.
"In a minute," Riki murmured, not ready to let go yet.
Heeseung pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "In a minute," he agreed.
After a while, Heeseung did get up to grab a warm cloth, cleaning them both gently before tossing it aside and pulling Riki back into his arms. They lay there, tangled together, the morning sun now fully illuminating the room.
"I meant what I said earlier," Heeseung said quietly. "About breakfast. I make pretty good pancakes, if you're interested."
Riki smiled against his chest. "I'm interested. But.”
"But?" Heeseung prompted when he trailed off.
Riki propped himself up on his elbow to look at Heeseung properly. "What is this?" he asked. "I mean, last night was incredible. This morning was incredible. But I don't usually do this. Don't usually go home with strangers from parties."
"Me neither," Heeseung admitted. "I saw you on that dance floor and I just- I couldn't look away. Couldn't not talk to you."
"So what happens now?" Riki asked. "Do we have breakfast and then I leave and we pretend this never happened? Or”
"Or?" Heeseung's hand came up to play with Riki's hair.
"Or maybe this could be more than just one night?" Riki said, his heart pounding. He was putting himself out there, risking rejection, but something about Heeseung made him want to be brave.
Heeseung's face broke into a wide smile. "I was hoping you'd say that," he said. "Because I really don't want this to be just one night. I want to take you on an actual date. Want to get to know you, not just your body, though that's pretty fucking amazing, but you. What you like, what you do, what makes you laugh."
Relief and joy flooded through Riki. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Heeseung confirmed. "If you want that too."
"I do," Riki said. "I really do."
Heeseung pulled him down for a kiss, sweet and full of promise. When they broke apart, he said, "So. Pancakes? And you can tell me all about those friends of yours who dressed you up last night. I need to thank them for putting you in that outfit."
Riki laughed. "Sunoo and Jungwon are going to be insufferable when I tell them about this. They're going to take full credit."
"They should," Heeseung said, sitting up and pulling Riki with him. "That outfit was a work of art. Though I have to say, I prefer you like this." His eyes raked over Riki's naked form appreciatively.
Riki flushed but didn't cover himself. "You're not so bad yourself."
Heeseung grinned and kissed him again before getting out of bed. "Come on. Let me feed you, and then maybe we can figure out when I can take you on that proper date."
As Riki watched Heeseung pull on a pair of sweatpants and toss him some clean clothes, he felt that warm flutter in his chest again. This wasn't how he'd expected his night to end when Sunoo and Jungwon had dressed him up for the party. But as he followed Heeseung out of the bedroom, wearing his clothes and feeling thoroughly satisfied and genuinely happy, Riki couldn't imagine a better outcome.
Maybe one-night stands didn't have to be just one night after all.