#leonbin

there’s frost clinging to the windows, taekwoon notices as his vision steadies itself and he has rubbed the stinging away. he presses his face into the pillow for another ten seconds before he looks up again, takes in more of it. the sun is about to rise, the sky outside their window painted a cold blue with orange streaks growing in the horizon, and taekwoon watches as a small cluster of thin clouds sail across it while he stretches his legs out.

  “it’s been snowing all night,” hakyeon whispers into his hair, breath warm and having taekwoon shut his eyes again and arch his neck a little.

  hakyeon’s breaths shake with quiet laughter as he press closer to taekwoon’s back under the covers, tangling their legs together and letting taekwoon’s hand grab his. there’s a soft noise that taekwoon barely makes out as naked feet padding over the floor and out the room, and he vaguely recalls hongbin saying that he had friday off. he fits his fingers in between hakyeon’s in silence, retracting his feet back in under the covers from where his toes were sticking out.

  “hongbin said he’d make coffee,” he hears hakyeon say from behind him, and he squeezes his hand in response, too sleepy to attempt to speak and instead leans his head back against hakyeon’s.

  they lie together for minutes, taekwoon lazily stroking hakyeon’s hand with his thumb as he watches the sun peek out over the horizon and the light blue slowly shift into a warmer orange. sometimes he catches small drops of water drip from the balcony above theirs and down onto the railing of their own right outside the window. taekwoon hates cold, hates being cold and how his fingers stiffen and his nose goes red, but he likes the snow, and he doesn’t want it to go away just yet.

  when hongbin returns, explaining how he left the coffee in the kitchen for them to drink together whenever they got to, taekwoon finally turns his head to glance over at the door. everything is coated in a soft, colorless light, and hongbin looks tiny standing leaned against the doorframe with his hair disheveled and the t-shirt sliding off his shoulder.

  “come here,” taekwoon mumbles and reaches his free hand out for hongbin. the other breaks into a tired smile but makes his way over, lets taekwoon close his hand around his wrist and coax him down next to him.

  the covers aren’t enough, the bigger one hakyeon accidentally kicked to the floor earlier when hongbin got out of bed, but hongbin whispers that it’s okay, he’s not cold. taekwoon pulls him into his chest and noses up the length of his neck, hongbin barely stifling a giggle and bringing one hand up to stroke taekwoon’s cheek. hongbin’s giggles always have hakyeon going as well, and taekwoon feels him press his smiling mouth against the nape of his neck.

  “we can’t stay in bed forever,” hongbin whispers when taekwoon kisses his dimples, but still lets him.

  “we’re not staying forever,” hakyeon points out before letting out a small yawn, pressing his face into taekwoon’s back to hide it. “you made us coffee.”

  hongbin giggles again, taekwoon can almost feel his cheeks growing warm from embarrassment, and taekwoon lets go of hakyeon’s hand to pull hongbin up on top of him. he’s blushing hard by the time hakyeon reaches up to touch his hair, but it’s with a smile. taekwoon watches him quietly, lips curving up the tiniest bit, as hakyeon leans up on his elbow to press a short kiss to his cheek.

  “i’m gonna go get cups for us,” hongbin says quickly before he gives hakyeon a swift peck back, smiling even bigger as he climbs off the bed and pads out to the kitchen again.

  “we’re getting up,” hakyeon declares when taekwoon turns around to face him.

  “i know,” taekwoon whispers, snaking a hand around hakyeon’s waist. “just one thing.”

“takes a while to get used to,” hakyeon hums as he strokes taekwoon’s hair out of his face. “doesn’t it?”

  taekwoon frowns up at hakyeon and is about to snap at him before he feels something touch his ears, causing him to flinch and turn his head around. hongbin grins apologetically but doesn’t retract his hand, moves it in again to let his fingertips run lightly over the shell of taekwoon’s fuzzy left ear.

  “they’re so cute,” he whispers, tone nearly accusing, and taekwoon swats his hand away only to have his own wrist grabbed tight by hakyeon’s fingers.

  “let me go,” taekwoon mutters without fighting back, letting hakyeon lace their fingers together and pull taekwoon back to face him.

  “they are incredibly cute, though,” hakyeon coos with a bright smile that, like always, has taekwoon’s face grow hot.

  “they are,” hongbin agrees quietly, hand sliding up taekwoon’s back slowly, and taekwoon doesn’t attempt to push him off this time. when hongbin continues with a whispered “can i?”, taekwoon shrugs and closes his eyes as hongbin’s fingers card through his hair, moving up to scratch him behind one of his ears. the soft groan that leaves his throat makes him blush and lean in to bury his face in hakyeon’s shoulder.

  “magical cat bites are fucking bullshit..”

  hakyeon’s chest shakes lightly with laughter and one of his hands come up to cup taekwoon’s cheek, turning his face up and bringing him in for a kiss. with hakyeon’s fingertips softly pressing into his jaw and hakyeon’s nose pushing against his cheek, taekwoon finds himself kissing back with lazy strokes, teeth gently nipping at hakyeon’s bottom lip. as hakyeon slips him a soft noise in reply, taekwoon feels hongbin’s other hand snake around his waist, warm and smooth and sliding in under his shirt.

  “hyung, you look so adorable,” he mumbles as he buries his nose in taekwoon’s neck, and taekwoon can only whine quietly in reply.

"you like watching, don't you, kongie?" hakyeon's voice is low, husky, and hongbin can only imagine how his breath feels against the back of taekwoon's neck. he can do nothing but whine in reply, curling and uncurling his fingers against his palms behind his back and squirming in his seat. the cuffs dig uncomfortably into his wrists but it's nothing compared to how his painfully hard cock is pressing against the inside of his thigh. "good boy, taekwoonie..," he hears hakyeon mumble into taekwoon's raven hair, it wasn't for hongbin's ears to register but he didn't have anything else to focus on. swallowing down dryly, he bites his lip to hold any sound back as hakyeon's fingers curl around taekwoon's throat. there's a short, choked whimper coming from taekwoon before hakyeon uses his other hand to tug his head higher up and having him face hongbin. "watch him, kongie..," hakyeon says under his breath, head tilted and eyes trained on the side of taekwoon's flushed pink face, eyes brimming with tears. "he only gets like this when it's me."