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Sugar Content: Ten Cookies
Draping sweeps of classical music wove into the room, the speakers hidden behind the thin sheer of silk tapestries of the apartment. The sound, glorious and resonant, caught the Jae’s fancy as Yunho cradled a leaded crystal glass of burgundy, its bouquet scented sweet with a hint of fruit and oak. The open expanse of the penthouse gave them a full view of Seoul’s skyline, its signature tower flooded with spotlights against the deep cobalt night sky. The reflection of two men shimmered in the thick pane of glass, their relaxed and comfortable bodies draped over a wide, amber suede sectional. Strings of lights draped a curtain of gold over a tall imported blue spruce, silver glass ornaments vying for space along the pine needles. Red crystal beads danced from bough to bough, the tree’s sparkling nearly all the light in the apartment save clusters of candles scattered about the main room.
The soft buttery light served to frame both demi-angels, their passions so starkly different yet the commonality of their beauty drawing them together in a bond tighter than either could have imagined. Silken strands of ebony spilled down over the nap, a fragrant crush of sparkling jet framing the strong, pretty face of the group’s leader. His lace trimmed shirt lay open, the pale skin of his chest gleaming from the blaze set in the marble fireplace.
Yunho’s frilled cuffs clustered a froth of white around his elegantly gesturing hands as he spoke softly to his beloved friend sitting on a scattering of vibrantly patterned pillows, Jaejoong’s back resting against the front of the couch with his head resting against the rise of Yunho’s bare stomach. They buried themselves into the night’s embrace, effectively holding back time despite their rigid schedules.
The apartment’s kitchen, separated from the living room by a low bar nearly covered with scented vanilla and cranberry pillar candles, lay burdened with exotic foods, a feast set out by the hotel’s staff. With Jae’s fingers stroking the leader’s thigh, a flamed need kindled in Yunho’s intense, soulful eyes. The leader’s gaze rippled with the clear beauty of a faceted sienna as he strung his fingers through Jae’s burnished golden hair tangling on the light dusting of dark hair curled about Yunho’s belly button, the reminder of the sun in the pitch of black of night, a contrast of light on Jae’s beautiful face.
The blond singer’s mouth parted slightly under the gentle caress, full lips gasping as Yunho’s fingertips found the sensitive erotic spot beneath his earlobes. Nearly purring as loudly as a well-fed tomcat, Jaejoong murmured in response to the other’s touch, his words a blur of sensual Korean as Yunho pressed the back of his hand against his lover’s cheek.
A pale cinnamoned gaze washed over Yunho as Jaejoong turned his face upwards me, the passion for his lover running across his cheek marbled golden in the firelight, its red flares filling the valleys of Jae’s bare skin with a rush of crimson while the rises rode white with the sparkling candlelight. Yunho smiled, feeling a kernel of satisfaction unfurl in his belly, echoed by the warmth and tightening in his loins as Yunho drank in the sight of the man curled about his thighs. Returning his smile, the pretty singer’s face drew upon the glory of a fallen angel rendered sublime from God’s benevolent hand.
“Every time the sun rises, I am amazed that it can even show its face when it should be hiding in shame for daring to challenge your beauty.” Yunho whispered, leaning slightly forward to brush the shell of Jaejoong’s ear with his sultry voice. Fine brandy poured over blood red velvet splashed from Yunho’s mouth as his lips found the blond’s forehead, laving the tip of his tongue over the rise of bone curled over the dark eyes of his lover. Yunho’s hands boldly roamed over Jaejoong’s back, tracing the black letters of ink under the singer’s skin.
“You are silly, my lover..” The handsome blond responded, his naked torso constricting in pleasure at the other’s touch, bundles of tight muscles tightening and unclenching as he fought the wave of erotic desire undulating through him. The black denim of his jeans visibly strained beneath the rush of his flesh as Jaejoong’s body responded immediately to the hush of Yunho’s words. “And if you continue to do that, I’m going to spill my love for you right now..”
Where Yunho arranged his world to frame his beauty, Jaejoong gathered small pieces of the world to comfort his tortured soul. The large nearly body length pillows beneath him were a kaleidoscope of patterns, leaning more towards jewel tones and India-inspired prints that cradled the body with their lush soft fabrics. The smattering of low couches were upholstered in a yielding honeyed suede, overstuffed and forgiving to the curves of our bodies, leaving an imprint of a hip or a leg before returning to its plump softness. Wood paneling lay below the wainscoting, the opulent sienna-stained oak complementing the cream wallpaper above the elaborately carved chair rail. The penthouse served as their home when they could get away, a discrete hideaway provided from one of Scarlet’s lovers. Although they spent countless hours with one another, they longed to be alone and relished each crossing of their private threshold, gifting the lovers a newly discovered treasure or a delightfully shared secret.
“I have a present for you, Yunnie.” Jaejoong’s shyness emerged, his body lifting from the broad cushions as he reached for a box he’d hidden around the corner of the couch. He’d chosen a matte dark green wrapping, hoping to hide the gift in the shadows lest Yunho’s sharp eyes spot it before Jae worked up the nerve to give it to him.
Yunho pursed his mouth and frowned lightly. They’d both agreed that gifts would wait until they were with all of the members, but the leader knew Jaejoong often flaunted his independence by ignoring any rules set on him. The often talkative singer grew bashful when he was uncertain, an innate coyness filling his pretty features. Yunho delighted in drawing out the singer’s charismatic personality from behind the introverted curtain Jae pulled over himself, Jaejoong’s protective coldness melting away under the warmth of Yunho’s smile and intimate touches.
Taking the wrapped box, Yunho debated telling Jaejoong he would wait to open it but the anticipation in Jae’s face broke down the leader’s firm resolve. Jae’s fingers trembled as he released the gift, the flocked wrapping bearing the imprint of his hands. Its gold bow wobbled with the movement, a cheery dollop of light against the hunter green paper.
The paper shredded as easily as air beneath Yunho’s fingertips. He’d always loved presents although surprises were never something he enjoyed. Yunho liked his life to have as much structure as possible but this was different. Jaejoong’s wild feral ways brought flames to the papier-mâché walls of control the leader constructed around his life. Structure was now something he compromised under the chaotic whims of his lover, a whirlwind erotic dance amid the fragile walls of Yunho’s carefully plotted out days.
The square box was filled with tissue paper and Yunho parted the folds looking for the prize beneath. Jaejoong had taken time with the wrapping, lovingly wrapping the gift into a nested cushion. Tucked amid the glittery gold tissue, a forlorn feline rag doll peered up at Yunho, its black button eyes wide and childish in its face, nearly the size of his head and patterned with a crazy quilt of fabrics that were rich in texture. Its body was cobbled together from pieces of cloth and as Yunho lifted the liger clear of his golden prison, the leader could see the rough stitching along its limbs as they flopped around Yunho’s hands. Velvets and silks tiled in a harlequin of stripes and burnished gold colours, its buttons catching a runnel of light as Yunho turned the liger up to run a finger along his soft tan muzzle. Small feet splayed out and the leader ruffled the tassel of black and honey yarn that gave the handmade liger a cresting mane.
“I made him.” Jaejoong’s whisper was barely audible over the crackling of the wood in the fireplace and Yunho turned a teary gaze to Jae’s stunning face. “He is not perfect…and I thought, that of anyone, he could be loved by you even though he is not perfect.”
Wrapping his arms about Jaejoong’s neck, Yunho clung tightly to the blond, Jaejoong feeling Yunho’s hands in his hair, smoothly away the fringe from his brow as Yunho placed another kiss on the singer’s temples. Tasting Jaejoong with his mouth, Yunho whispered into Jae’s breath as they rubbed noses, Yunho cradling his lover tightly. “I love him all the more because he is not perfect. Because he is a part of both of us. Because he was made by your hands and for my heart. How could I not love him as much as I love you?”
“I love you too, Yunnie-ah.” Jaejoong’s smile transformed his face, a deep love shining in his dark eyes. “I love you as much as you love me. Happy Christmas, my Yunho.”
“Happy Christmas, my Jaejoong.” Yunho captured his lover’s mouth with his own, savouring the kiss in the depths of his heart. “I thank God every day for the chance to even have your touch on my heart. You are truly the greatest gift that I’ve even received. Thank you for loving me. And letting me love you in return.”