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Sunoo adjusted his coat and tucked his bag more securely under his arm, the spring in his step matching the flutter in his chest. Today was the day — the little surprise he and Sunghoon had planned together. Every detail had been discussed, agreed on, and thoroughly rehearsed. It wasn’t about mischief; it was about brightening his husband’s notoriously long, intense day.

The streets were busy with the usual lunchtime crowd, but Sunoo navigated through them with ease, a quiet excitement warming him from the inside out. He glanced at his watch and smiled — perfect timing. He imagined Sunghoon at his desk, surrounded by the sharp lines of the office, the hum of productivity, the air thick with deadlines. The thought of slipping in quietly, offering a little burst of warmth in the middle of that structured chaos, made him grin.

His heart fluttering with excitement. Today was the day — the little surprise he and Sunghoon had planned together. Every detail had been discussed, agreed on, and thoroughly rehearsed. It wasn’t about mischief; it was about brightening his husband’s notoriously long, intense day. Sunoo had timed his visit perfectly, knowing that the lunch hour would be the best time to catch Sunghoon off guard and bring a smile to his face.

As he made his way through the lobby, Sunoo's eyes scanned the modern, sleek design of the building. He had been here many times, but the anticipation of surprising Sunghoon made everything feel fresh and new. The receptionist, a kind woman named Lee, was just grabbing her purse as Sunoo approached. She looked up, surprised to see him.

"Sunoo, it's great to see you! What brings you here today?" she asked with a warm smile.

"I'm here to surprise my husband," Sunoo replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "If it's not too much trouble, could you call for him? I want to see the look on his face when he realizes I'm here."

Lee nodded, her smile widening. "Of course! Let me call him right away." She picked up the phone and dialed Sunghoon's extension. "Sunghoon, there's someone here to see you. No, it's not a meeting. It's a surprise. Yes, I'm sure you’ll be pleased."

Sunoo waited, his heart pounding in his chest. He heard the faint sound of Sunghoon's voice through the phone, a mix of curiosity and surprise. Lee hung up the phone and turned to Sunoo. "He's on his way. He’ll be so thrilled to see you."

Just as Lee finished speaking, Sunghoon appeared, his eyes widening in surprise. He walked over to Sunoo, his hand reaching out to gently guide Sunoo's back as he approached. "This is a wonderful surprise. I didn't know you were coming today."

Sunoo grinned, holding up a bag with their favorite lunch spot's logo. "I came with lunch to brighten your day. I know how busy you get, and I wanted to make sure you took a break."

Sunghoon's eyes softened, and he turned to Lee. "Could you hold all my calls, please? And have a good lunch yourself."

Lee nodded, her smile warm and knowing. "Of course, Mr. Park. Enjoy your lunch."

Sunghoon and Sunoo walked together towards his office, their hands clasped tightly.

Sunghoon's office was a sanctuary of sleek design and quiet efficiency, but as soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the atmosphere shifted. Sunghoon's hands were on Sunoo's shoulders, spinning him around with a swiftness that left Sunoo breathless. The bag of food was dropped to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Sunghoon's hands cupped Sunoo's face, his thumbs gently brushing across his cheeks as he leaned in for a kiss that was both fierce and tender.

Sunoo, caught off guard by the intensity, initially tensed, but quickly softened into the embrace. His hands found their way to Sunghoon's waist, pulling him closer as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. The room seemed to spin around them, the world outside fading into insignificance.

Sunghoon pulled back, his breath ragged, and looked down at Sunoo with a mix of hunger and affection. "I missed you," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Sunoo, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, laughed softly. "You saw me this morning."

Sunghoon grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, but you were half asleep, and as your husband, I have every right to miss you."

He pressed a gentle kiss against Sunoo's forehead, sealing his words with a tender gesture. Sunoo felt his heart swell with love, the ridiculousness of Sunghoon's statement only adding to his charm.

Sunghoon reached down to retrieve the discarded lunch bag, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for, so I got a few things and figured we'd share," Sunoo explained as they made their way to the small coffee table and couch in the corner of the office.

Sunghoon's office was a blend of professionalism and personal comfort, with the couch and coffee table creating a cozy nook amidst the sleek desk and floor-to-ceiling windows. As they settled down, Sunghoon began to unpack the lunch, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"Let's see what you've brought," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "I hope you remembered my favorite."

Sunoo grinned, pulling out a container of Sunghoon's favorite sushi rolls. "Of course, I did. I know you can't resist these."

Sunghoon's face lit up, and he reached for the container, his eyes never leaving Sunoo's. "You always know just what I need."

As they ate, Sunghoon found himself increasingly captivated by Sunoo's appearance. His blonde hair was styled to perfection, falling just right across his forehead, and the subtle makeup accentuated his features beautifully. The smoky eyeliner made his eyes pop, drawing attention to the vibrant color of his contact lenses. Sunoo's baby-soft skin, with a hint of blush, gave his face a radiant glow, and his lips—oh, those lips—were just the right shade of pink, plump and inviting. Sunghoon couldn't help but remember the taste of the strawberry lip gloss from their earlier kiss, and his mind wandered to where else he'd like to feel those lips.

"Hoon?" Sunoo's voice broke through Sunghoon's daydream, snapping him back to reality.

"Yes," Sunghoon replied, trying to mask his distraction.

"Did you hear what I said?" Sunoo asked, a playful smirk on his face.

"Of course, I did," Sunghoon responded, but his hesitation gave him away.

"Oh really? What did I say then?" Sunoo challenged, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Sunghoon hesitated, realizing he had no idea what Sunoo had just said. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't. Please repeat it, love of my life," he said, taking Sunoo's hand in his and looking into his eyes with adoration.

Sunoo laughed softly, his fingers entwining with Sunghoon's. "I was telling you that your mom called me asking if we would be willing to go and visit her this weekend. She said she misses us. I told her I would have to check with you, but I assumed it was fine."

Sunghoon's eyes softened, and he squeezed Sunoo's hand gently. "Yes, that's fine. I miss Mom too. It's been too long since we last visited."

Sunoo nodded, his smile warm and loving. "Great. I'll let her know. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to have us over."

Sunghoon leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Sunoo's forehead. "Thank you for always being so thoughtful. You make everything better."

Sunoo leaned into the kiss, his eyes closing briefly. "That's what I’m here for, right? To make each other's lives a little brighter."

Sunghoon and Sunoo finished their meal, the room filled with the warm glow of their shared laughter and the lingering aroma of their lunch. As they cleaned up, Sunoo leaned in, his voice playful and inviting. "Do you want dessert, Hoon?"

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, "Dessert? You brought dessert? I didn't see a bag."

He looked inside and around the bag, his confusion evident. "Hoon," Sunoo called, his tone serious and commanding. Sunghoon looked back at his husband, who was now standing in front of him, his expression one of mischief and desire.

"I'm the dessert," Sunoo said, his voice low and sultry. He slowly kicked off his shoes, his eyes never leaving Sunghoon's as he lowered his pants, revealing baby pink see-through lace panties and stockings. Sunghoon's breath hitched as Sunoo removed his shirt, exposing a matching lace-up bodice corset that left his nipples bare and inviting.

Sunoo knelt in front of Sunghoon, his hands finding their way to his husband's thighs, running up and down them with a teasing touch. He took Sunghoon's hands in his, holding them gently. "I figured bringing you lunch and dessert would help de-stress you," he murmured, his voice a soft purr.

Sunghoon groaned, a sound of agony and surrender. "Baby," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire.

Sunoo looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with a vixen-like allure. "Hmm, what do you say, Mr. Big Shot, Hot CEO Park? Will you let me take care of you?" he asked, his breath hot against Sunghoon's growing bulge as he nuzzled the front of his pants.

Sunghoon's hands tightened around Sunoo's, his body already responding to the tantalizing sight and touch. "Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Always, my love. Always."

Sunoo pulled away, a playful smirk on his face as he sauntered towards Sunghoon's desk, his hips swaying with a deliberate, enticing rhythm. "Mr. Park, I have those files you needed. Where shall I put them?" he asked, his voice sweet and innocent.

As he reached for the files, Sunoo pretended to fumble, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud. "Oops, I dropped them. Let me get them for you," he said, bending down to retrieve them.

Sunghoon's eyes were glued to the sight of Sunoo's backside, the lace panties and stockings accentuating every curve. Sunoo peeked at him from between his legs, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before slowly standing up.

Sunghoon was on his feet in an instant, reaching Sunoo and pressing him against the desk. His hands found Sunoo's hipbones, his touch firm and possessive as he nuzzled Sunoo's ear and neck. "Mmm, thank you for picking them up. I appreciate you so much," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Sunoo's breath hitched as Sunghoon's hands roamed his sides and waist, sending shivers down his spine. "Mr. Park, you're awfully close. We shouldn't do this. Someone might see," he said sheepishly, his eyes darting to the door.

Sunghoon chuckled, a sound full of promise and desire. "Don't worry, my love. No one will disturb us."

Sunoo played along, moving around the desk and perching himself on the edge, his legs slightly parted. Sunghoon sat in his chair, his eyes never leaving Sunoo's as he began to rub his stocking-covered foot against Sunghoon's growing bulge.

"Mr. Kim, I think you have something right here," Sunghoon said, pointing at Sunoo with a smirk.

Sunoo looked down, his eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, I do? How naughty of me," he teased, his voice breathy and inviting.

Before Sunoo could react, Sunghoon captured his lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Sunoo melted into it, his hands finding their way to Sunghoon's hair, pulling him closer. Sunghoon's lips trailed down Sunoo's neck, teasing his nipples through the lace of the corset.

Sunoo gasped, his body arching into Sunghoon's touch. "Sunghoon," he whispered, his voice a plea for more.

Sunghoon obliged, his lips capturing one nipple, then the other, his tongue swirling and teasing, drawing out soft moans from Sunoo. The room was filled with the sounds of their desire, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other.

Sunghoon's voice was a low, commanding murmur as he instructed, "Lean back for me, baby."

Sunoo complied, pushing everything off the desk with a sweep of his arm, leaving the surface clear. He leaned back, his body arching as he placed his legs over Sunghoon's shoulders, opening himself wide and vulnerable. The lace of his panties and stockings created a tantalizing contrast against his pale skin, highlighting every curve and line.

Sunoo looked down at Sunghoon, his eyes fluttering with a mix of shyness and desire. "Mr. Park, will I get a raise if I do this?" he asked, his voice soft and playful, still deeply immersed in their roleplay.

Sunghoon chuckled, a sound rich with promise and amusement. "Of course, Sunoo, I'll give you everything you want," he replied, his eyes dark with lust and affection.

With a swift, deliberate motion, Sunghoon pulled the lace panty to the side, revealing Sunoo's most intimate area. He leaned down, his breath hot against Sunoo's skin, before claiming his prize, his tongue exploring and teasing with expert precision.

Sunoo gasped, his body shuddering with pleasure as Sunghoon's tongue worked its magic. He reached up, his hands finding his nipples, rolling and pinching them through the lace of the corset, adding to the symphony of sensations coursing through his body.

The room was filled with the sounds of their desire, Sunoo's soft moans and Sunghoon's low, appreciative murmurs creating a melody of passion and intimacy. Sunghoon's hands gripped Sunoo's thighs, holding him steady as he feasted, his tongue and lips driving Sunoo to the brink of ecstasy.

Sunoo's back arched, his hips bucking against Sunghoon's face, seeking more of the delicious torment. "Sunghoon," he gasped, his voice a plea and a prayer, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to consume him.

Sunghoon's pace increased, his tongue moving with a fervor that left Sunoo gasping and trembling. Sunoo's fingers found their way into Sunghoon's hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over him, culminating in a climax that left him breathless and spent. His cock, still trapped in the lace panties, was now messy and damp, a testament to his release.

Sunghoon, sensing Sunoo's satisfaction, placed his mouth over the damp area, his tongue teasing and licking at the sensitive skin. Sunoo whined, trying to push him away, his body oversensitive. "Was I good, Mr. Park?" he asked, his voice a mix of vulnerability and playfulness.

Sunghoon manhandled Sunoo, sitting him up with a firm yet gentle touch. Sunoo's eyes immediately fell to the bulging front of Sunghoon's pants, a hungry look in his eyes. "Sit down," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

Sunghoon complied, his eyes never leaving Sunoo's as he sat in his chair. Sunoo got down from the desk and knelt on the floor, positioning himself perfectly between Sunghoon's legs. He unbuckled Sunghoon's pants, creating just enough space to free his cock, which stood proud and ready.

Sunoo stared at it with unbridled hunger, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a stripe upwards from the base to the tip, holding eye contact with Sunghoon the entire time. Sunghoon hissed, his body shuddering with the contact.

"Am I doing this right, Mr. Park?" Sunoo asked, his voice breathy and inviting.

Sunghoon nodded, his hand reaching out to caress Sunoo's jaw, squeezing it lightly in encouragement. "Yes, you are. Keep going," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Sunoo continued, his lips and tongue working Sunghoon's cock with a slow, teasing rhythm, kissing and licking like a cat playing with its prey. He patted it against his tongue and lips, building the tension before suddenly leaning down and taking all of Sunghoon into his mouth, his throat relaxing to accommodate the entire length.

Sunoo sat there, his mouth filled, not gagging, his experience evident as he continued this a few more times, his hands and spit adding to the wet, messy sounds of the blowjob. Sunghoon's hands found their way to Sunoo's hair, guiding him as he took control, his hips bucking in time with Sunoo's movements.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, Sunghoon's low groans and Sunoo's muffled moans creating a symphony of desire and intimacy. Sunghoon's body tensed, his release building as Sunoo's expert mouth and hands brought him to the edge of ecstasy.

Sunoo pulled off, his hands still working Sunghoon's cock with a firm, rhythmic motion. Sunghoon's body tensed, his hips bucking as he climaxed with a deep, guttural groan, his release spurting onto Sunoo's face and into his mouth. Sunoo moaned, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips, savoring the saltiness of his husband's essence.

"Mmm," Sunoo purred, his eyes meeting Sunghoon's with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "Mr. Park, looks like I made a mess of things."

Sunghoon chuckled, leaning forward to grab Sunoo's face with one hand, his thumb brushing across Sunoo's cheek. "Oh no, that won't do. We'll have to get you cleaned up," he murmured, his lips capturing Sunoo's in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Their tongues battled, the taste of Sunghoon's release mingling as they explored each other's mouths. Sunghoon's other hand gripped Sunoo's neck, applying just enough pressure to send shivers down Sunoo's spine, exactly how he liked it.

Sunghoon pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "There we go, all clean," he said, his voice husky and low.

With a swift, fluid motion, Sunghoon gripped Sunoo from under the arms and deposited him onto the seat of the chair, standing over him with a commanding presence. He folded Sunoo's legs back towards his chest, opening them wide on each side of the armchair, the lace panties still trapping Sunoo's cock.

Sunghoon licked his two fingers, his eyes never leaving Sunoo's as he pushed them into Sunoo, opening him up with a deliberate, teasing motion. Sunoo's mouth opened, a soft, needy noise escaping his lips as he stared up at Sunghoon, his body already responding to the intrusion.

Sunghoon pulled his fingers out, pumping his cock into his hand a few times before nudging the head against Sunoo's opening. He teased Sunoo, pushing in just a bit before pulling out, repeating the motion until Sunoo was begging.

"Please, Mr. Park," Sunoo pleaded, his voice breathy and desperate.

Sunghoon looked down at him, his eyes filled with a mix of dominance and affection. "How do you want it, Sunoo?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Sunoo's eyes met his, a plea in their depths. "Rough and fast, sir, please. We don't have much time," he said, his voice a whisper of need.

Sunghoon complied, his hips snapping forward as he sheathed himself fully in one powerful thrust. Sunoo cried out, his body arching as Sunghoon set a punishing pace, his hips moving with a ferocity that left them both breathless.

Sunghoon continued to thrust into Sunoo with relentless intensity, his hips moving with a primal, unyielding rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slapping of skin against skin, their moans and gasps creating a symphony of desire and intimacy.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Sunoo," Sunghoon growled, his voice low and commanding. "Your tight little hole is made for me, isn't it?"

Sunoo moaned, his body arching as he met each thrust with a desperate need. "Yes, Mr. Park. Only for you," he panted, his voice a mix of pleasure and submission.

Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth capturing Sunoo's earlobe, his breath hot against his skin. "You're my little slut, aren't you? Always so eager and ready for me."

Sunoo whimpered, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, his body trembling with each powerful thrust. "Yes, sir. I'm your slut. Use me however you want."

Sunghoon's hands gripped Sunoo's thighs, holding him steady as he increased his pace, his body moving with a ferocity that left them both breathless. "That's right, you little whore. You exist to please me, to take my cock and beg for more."

Sunoo's body tensed, his orgasm building with each demeaning word, each powerful thrust. "Please, Mr. Park. Fuck me harder. Make me yours," he begged, his voice a plea of need and desire.

Sunghoon complied, his hips snapping forward with a force that left Sunoo gasping, his body arching off the chair. "You're mine, Sunoo. Every inch of you belongs to me," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slapping of skin against skin, their moans and gasps creating a symphony of desire and intimacy. Sunghoon's hands gripped Sunoo's thighs, holding him steady as he claimed him, his body moving with a primal, possessive rhythm.

Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth capturing Sunoo's earlobe, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Come for me, Sunoo. Let me feel you fall apart."

As Sunoo's orgasm built, his body tensed, and he came undone, his release pulsing through him, leaving him breathless and spent. Sunghoon, still hard and ready, manhandled Sunoo, lifting him off the chair and placing him onto his stomach on the desk, his hips digging into the edge, his ass and legs hanging off.

Sunghoon grabbed his tie, stuffing it into Sunoo's mouth, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Not a sound, Sunoo. The other workers will hear and get jealous of you getting special treatment."

Sunoo gripped the edge of the desk with whatever strength he had left, his body still trembling from his release. He looked back, his eyes wide and eager, as he felt a sharp slap to his rear. The sting sent a shiver of pleasure through him, and he watched as Sunghoon caressed the now freshly red cheek.

"I love seeing your skin turn red for me," Sunghoon murmured, his voice filled with admiration and desire. "I don't know if I've ever told you, but you wear the color beautifully."

He slapped the other cheek, matching the redness, and Sunoo shivered again, the sting mixing with the lingering pleasure of his orgasm. Sunghoon spread Sunoo's cheeks, holding them apart wide as he slowly eased himself back into Sunoo, moving at a snail's pace.

Sunoo eased back onto Sunghoon, encouraging him to move faster with a subtle shift of his hips. Sunghoon obliged, starting to move with a furious intensity, his hips slapping against Sunoo's ass with each powerful thrust.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slapping of skin against skin, Sunghoon's low groans, and Sunoo's muffled moans around the tie. Sunghoon's hands gripped Sunoo's hips, holding him steady as he claimed him, his body moving with a primal, possessive rhythm.

Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth capturing Sunoo's shoulder, his voice a low, demanding growl. "You're mine, Sunoo. Every inch of you belongs to me."

Sunoo's body tensed, his orgasm building with each demeaning word, each powerful thrust. He gripped the desk tighter, his knuckles white, as he chased his second release, his body responding to Sunghoon's dominance and skill.

Sunghoon continued to move with a ferocity that left them both breathless, his body claiming Sunoo's with a raw, unbridled passion. The room was a symphony of their desire, their connection sealed in a moment of intense, unyielding intimacy.

Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth capturing Sunoo's shoulder, his voice a low, demanding growl. "You're mine, Sunoo. Every inch of you belongs to me."

As he leaned in closer to Sunoo's ear, Sunghoon reached down and forward, his hand slipping into Sunoo's front, where his cock was a mess of cum. He began to pump it with a speed that had Sunoo grinding his teeth on the tie, his knuckles tightening as he felt himself being wound up for another orgasm.

Sunghoon's breath was hot against Sunoo's ear and neck, his teeth and lips biting and kissing as he continued to abuse Sunoo's hole with fierce, relentless thrusts. "No one in this office comes close to you, Sunoo," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. "You're the only one who can make me this crazy, the only one who can milk me dry. Hmm, what do you think, Sunoo? Do you think you can give me another orgasm? I want another one from you, Sunoo?"

Sunoo nodded frantically, his body already responding to Sunghoon's touch and words. He removed one hand from the desk, reaching back to grip Sunghoon's forearm, his nails digging into the skin, sure to leave fresh red crescent marks.

"Come for me, Sunoo," Sunghoon commanded, his voice a low, demanding growl. "Come on my cock, my perfect little whore."

Sunoo's body tightened like a coil, his muscles tensing as he chased his second release. His orgasm crashed over him in waves of pleasure, his body convulsing as he came undone, his cock pulsing in Sunghoon's hand.

Sunghoon's thrusts turned sloppy, his own release building as he felt Sunoo's body clamp down on him. He came inside Sunoo with a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

He leaned on Sunoo, catching his breath, pressing soft, tender kisses to the back of Sunoo's head as Sunoo leaned down, regulating his breathing, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his release.

Sunghoon pulled out, and the sight of his cum leaking out of Sunoo was something to behold. He plunged a finger back in, trying to keep the cum inside, and Sunoo made a sound at the intrusion, a mix of pleasure and sensitivity.

Sunghoon chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "That's it, Sunoo. Keep it all in. You're so good at taking my cum, aren't you?"

Sunoo nodded, his body still sensitive and responsive to Sunghoon's touch. He looked back at Sunghoon, his eyes soft and adoring, a silent promise of more to come.

Sunghoon, still catching his breath, gently pulled Sunoo up from the desk, his movements slow and tender. He wrapped his arms around Sunoo, holding him close, their bodies still flush against each other. "Are you okay, my love?" he murmured, his voice soft and filled with concern.

Sunoo leaned into the embrace, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "Yes, I'm okay. More than okay," he replied, his voice a soft purr. "You always take such good care of me."

Sunghoon pressed a gentle kiss to Sunoo's forehead, his hands roaming softly over Sunoo's body, checking for any signs of discomfort. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice a soothing rumble.

He led Sunoo to the small en-suite bathroom in his office, turning on the faucet and wetting a cloth with warm water. Gently, he began to clean Sunoo, his touches tender and caring, a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier encounter.

Sunoo leaned against the counter, his eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know, I never get tired of this," he said, his voice soft and content. "The way you take care of me, it's... it's everything."

Sunghoon looked up, his eyes meeting Sunoo's in the mirror, a warm, loving smile on his face. "And I never get tired of you, Sunoo. You're my everything."

He finished cleaning Sunoo, his hands lingering on Sunoo's hips as he pulled him close, their bodies pressing together. "How about we take a shower together when we get home? I can wash your back," he suggested, his voice a low, teasing murmur.

Sunoo laughed, a sound full of joy and love. "I thought you'd never ask. I'd love that."

Sunghoon kissed him then, a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes of their love and connection. "I love you, Sunoo. More than words can express," he murmured against Sunoo's lips.

Sunoo's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you too, Sunghoon. Forever and always."

They stood there for a moment, holding each other, their hearts beating in sync, their love a tangible force between them. Finally, Sunghoon pulled back, his hands cupping Sunoo's face, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear.

"Let's get you dressed, and then we can head home. I have a feeling it's going to be a very long, very pleasant evening," he said, his eyes twinkling with promise and mischief.

Sunoo grinned, his heart light and full. "I can't wait."