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"Oh, right, happy birthday to you, Dad,"
"Hm? Is it my birthday today? Well, thank you, My Lady,"
"My pleasure, Dad. I made this frame for you,"
"Oh wow, how lovely of you Lady Park,"
"What?"
Both redheads immediately turn to the source of voice cutting them off from their conversation.
There in front of them is clueless Siwoo, his face falls into a pure shock.
"It's... your birthday today?"
"Why didn't you tell me it's your birthday today?"
Siwoo asks again when they're together in their room with just the two of them. Dona is already well asleep in her own room.
"Didn't you hear me before?" Dohyeok puffs out his pillow, ignoring the way Siwoo is standing upon the bed while staring at him with his deeply disappointed eyes, "I didn't even remember that it's my birthday today,"
"Still, you—" He eventually sighs, his eyes closed. "I'm sorry,"
"Huh? What for?"
"For forgetting your birthday," Now, Dohyeok stares back at him like he just turns crazy. "I'm terribly sorry, Dohyeok-ah,"
The redhead gapes, "Seriously Seo Siwoo? How old do you think I am?" He continues to grumble, "I don't care. Now get back here before I actually get mad,"
Siwoo shakes his head, "Is there anything you want for your birthday?"
"Nothing. I have everything I want already."
"Be serious."
"I'm serious."
Siwoo shoots him The Look.
Dohyeok surrenders, "Fine. What I want huh?" He looks back at Siwoo. A smirk rises on his face. "You. In a maid uniform. Begging on your knees. Calling me 'master' as I—"
"Park Dohyeok."
Dohyeok closes his eyes and lets himself fall into the bed with a heap, "You asked."
Siwoo sighs again, this time more exasperated. When Dohyeok peeks to see him again, he's still standing there in front of him, face pinched in thought. He huffs.
"If it's so important for you, why don't we go out just the two of us tomorrow? It's the weekend,"
The brunet's eyes brighten.
"Yes. But I am planning the date,"
"... whatever..."
"Have fun Dad and Appa. Take care,"
"Bye you two! Be careful!"
"Don't you forget picking her up tomorrow, dear irresponsible cousin."
Dohyeok ruffles the little lady's hair for the last time before smiling to Suha too, along with Siwoo on his side. He gives Jiwoon a middle finger. "Will not, my dear pretentious cousin. Do not worry now, okay?"
After several more minutes of a pretty dramatic farewell with Lady Dona, they're finally back in the car again. Today, Siwoo is the one driving—he insists.
"So, where do we go now?"
Siwoo locks his phone and quickly puts it away, "I was thinking... that we could try that parasailing you want to try so much,"
Dohyeok nearly jumps from his seat, "Really? But you said you don't want to,"
"Well, it's your day," Siwoo cocks his chin to the side, "We do what you want to do,"
Dohyeok looks speechless.
"You're serious about this."
"Been telling you from the start,"
"Oh fuck," He mumbles, and Siwoo steals a glance to see how the tip of his ears turning the same shade of his hair. He holds a grin.
"Wait. Does that mean we're going to Jeju now?"
Siwoo only smiles.
And Dohyeok just looks at him, eyes wide, before he barks out a loud laugh. The sound makes him feel warm. "Ooh, a little impulsive, aren't we?"
"Be glad I didn't kidnap you to Bali or Hawaii right now,"
"Hey, why are you threatening me with good times here?"
Roughly four hours later, Jeju Island.
"Later, loser!"
Siwoo watches in clear amusement as Dohyeok flies in the parachute pulled by the jetski for the third time. He himself tries it once, and vows in his life not to try it ever again.
It's nice to see that Dohyeok is enjoying this though.
He sits near the water, eyes following the redhead flying through the sky with a smile so bright, the sun itself should be ashamed. It feels like falling in love with him all over again.
When he has finished playing, Siwoo is already waiting for him with a drink in his hand.
"Having fun?"
The same smile blooms over Dohyeok's feature again, water dripping from his soaked hair, "Yeah, totally," Siwoo swallows.
"Dohyeok-ah,"
"Hm?"
And he pulls him closer to a kiss.
Dohyeok's eyes widen, and Siwoo licks his lips as they part.
The redhead blinks, still surprised, "What's gotten into you?"
He tastes like saltwater. "Nothing," He swipes his tongue over his own lips. Still just as sweet.
Dohyeok looks like he wants to say more, but he changes his mind and throws his gaze to the side with a quiet blush. Siwoo blinks. He wants to kiss him again.
Before he gets to follow his urge though, Dohyeok's voice is heard again, "What's next?"
They spend the hours after that just exploring (almost) the entirety of the beach and the ocean. Mostly it's them, walking along the water, hand in hand, before either one of them push the other into the water or kick the sand into the latter's feet.
Just like toddlers, Siwoo ponders wryly. And to think that both of them are well past thirty this year.
If Dohyeok has been here more than a couple of times, he doesn't say anything. He still runs on the sand just as excited as he usually is, still beams just as dazzling, still very much the same Dohyeok he comes to treasure all those years ago.
It's still so unreal, how close he is to touch Dohyeok's skin now. How he has allowed himself to have all of this, how he has been given a second chance to hold him like he did back then—even if it was in all the wrong way. He learns and he grows, and he knows that Dohyeok does too.
Every year he gets to see Dohyeok smiling so free and light on his birthday beside him, is a reminder of how far they have gone in each other's life, being each other's home.
Siwoo blinks from his place sitting under the shade of an umbrella. Wait... why is he getting all melancholic all of a sudden? Is he finally reaching the age where all he can think of is nostalgia and the good old days?
Right as he's shaking his head hard to break out from his weird headspace, Dohyeok is back to him.
"So," The redhead places himself to sit beside him, his hand clasps over one of his hands on the sand, "Are you happy now?"
Siwoo's lips twitch, "Depends on whether you're happy or not. Are you?"
"I asked you first," Dohyeok deadpans.
"And my answer relies on yours," He smiles at Dohyeok's scowling, "So?"
Dohyeok doesn't say anything for a moment. He casts his vision back to the sun slowly setting upon them before squeezing his hand a little, "I guess,"
Siwoo squeezes his hand back, "I guess what?"
"I guess so,"
He snorts.
"I thought we're past denial now?"
"Shut up. I don't wanna hear that from ex Mr. Two-faced,"
"Ouch, that hurts,"
"Deserved,"
Siwoo scoffs. A wave of silence washes over them then, both two busy admiring the streaks of orange and bright yellow at the sky, before they eventually melt into clouds of dark purple and black. The stars twinkle before them.
Siwoo faintly hears Dohyeok shifts beside him as he drops his head on his shoulder, his sundried hair touching his neck feels ticklish.
He lands a palm to brush over his hair and the redhead hums, "At least you're good at this,"
Siwoo raises a brow, "At what?"
"Understanding me."
Oh.
His tongue suddenly feels too heavy, "Do I?"
"Mhm," Dohyeok easily nods against his neck, the place where their skin touches feels incredibly warm, "Sometimes—most times—it feels like, you're the only one who understands me,"
That sounds... too much like a confession.
Siwoo presses their heads together then, linking their fingers closer. His heart jumping inside its ribcage. He just knows Dohyeok is currently the same too.
"So don't you dare leaving me again," The redhead suddenly bristles.
Siwoo exhales fondly, "I'm not going to go anywhere,"
"You can't."
"I won't. I don't want to,"
"Stay."
"I will," He presses a long kiss onto those red strands, "I want to stay."
Thud!
"W-wait," Siwoo pushes the redhead's off to stop him from shoving his tongue inside his mouth, he heaves, "Let me wash up first,"
Dohyeok looks very, very unimpressed at the sudden interruption. "Are you fucking kidding me."
He ignores that for now.
"Just—" Siwoo moves his body out of where he's pinned against the door, pretending not to notice Dohyeok's hard-on that has been pressing insistently on his thigh for a while now, "I'll be quick, okay?"
He doesn't wait for Dohyeok's agreement to immediately run and lock himself inside the bathroom.
The mood is definitely ruined now, but Siwoo knows he can fix it just as fast. He just needs to do this quick.
Meanwhile, Dohyeok stares at the shut door in disbelief.
Isn't this supposed to be his day? Why is Siwoo playing hard to get now?
He throws himself to the bed with a huff. The bed is so fluffy too, he will just fall asleep if he waits too long.
He loses track of how many minutes it has passed, but by the time he hears a quiet click of the bathroom door being opened, Dohyeok just knows it's been awhile since his dick is already long dead.
He immediately launches himself to sit up straight on the edge of the bed, "Good, it's been time—" And stops himself at the sight of Siwoo upon the door. His brain short-circuits.
"You looked surprised," Siwoo comments, as if he isn't currently wearing a black and white maid uniform with skirt short enough it only covers halfway through his thighs. The thighs themselves adorn with a pair of black lace stockings that contrasted so perfectly against his milky skin. "Wasn't this what you asked for before?"
Dohyeok doesn't even trying to be subtle when he lets his gaze runs over the brunet from top to bottom, "When did you have the time to prepare all of this?"
Nope. Siwoo's definitely not admitting that he spent all night texting Secretary Jung for this. Nope.
"That's not important now," He slowly walks closer to Dohyeok, the edge of his frilly skirt lifts up along his movements and he sees the way the redhead's adam apple bobs.
When he eventually gets to stand between Dohyeok's open legs, he quickly drops to his knees. He looks up, and Dohyeok's gaze over him actually burns.
"What do you think—" Siwoo rests his chin on top of the redhead's quickly hardening arousal, peeking his tongue a little with a smirk, "—Master?"
The answering grin that forms across Dohyeok's face is nothing but heated, "I mean..."
His thumb brushes over his lips and Siwoo lets himself be a little cheeky with a brief lick at the pad of his thumb. Dohyeok huffs out a laugh, clearly liking the implied challenge.
He leans down with a smile then, pressing down on his slightly wet lips harder.
"Open your mouth."
"Oh fuck! S-seo Siwoo I'm—"
At that, Siwoo slams his hips and pleasure sparks up like a shot of electricity through Dohyeok's body, sending his eyes rolling back while his mouth opens in a sharp gasp.
Not giving him the time to breathe, Siwoo grinds harder on that very place then, making him jerk in overstimulation before he cries out as a long spurt of cum comes out of his cock, again soaking the mattress under them with his release.
"What's wrong, Master? Coming again?" Faintly, Dohyeok feels a hand grabs his chin from behind and he hiccups, "How many times this time?"
"Hck, I don't—" His sentence crumbles as Siwoo makes a move to press his cock deeper, holding him by the nape and Dohyeok keens, his hand scrambling to grab the latter's arm tight, "F-fuck... Siwoo..."
The man himself places a kiss on his shoulder, his maid skirt brushing over his bare skin. An embarrassing reminder of just how absurd their position now. Siwoo knows this, and he absolutely isn't helping in making Dohyeok feel any better.
"Yeah? Doing so good aren't you, Dohyeok-ah? Taking me like you're made for it..." The brunet says, letting out a soft groan when his hole squeezes him just right, "What a good master,"
Dohyeok straight up moans.
Siwoo shudders. He continues to slowly pull out until only the tip of his cock is inside, and as he snaps forwards, he slings an arm around Dohyeok's chest, pulling him up so half of his body is in midair, practically pushing more of his cock inside.
Dohyeok's eyes widen, and a high whine is punched out of his throat, "T-that's so... fucking deep—!"
Chuckling, Siwoo licks up a stripe from the base of his neck, feeling how taut his body is. When he looks up at Dohyeok, the man's eyes are already hazy with tears, saliva dripping down his open mouth to his chin, and his skin is totally flushed.
He looks pretty.
Awestruck, Siwoo whispers right on his ear, his wet breath coming out hot, "Feels good?"
Dohyeok nods—too enthusiastic he notices, and he pushes back, brown eyes pleading, "Harder..."
Oh shit.
Desire taking control, Siwoo flips the redhead on his back, ignoring his little surprised noise. Finally grabbing a firm hold on his waist, he thrusts back inside harder into that wet softness, his inside dragging against his cock deliciously, holding him like a vice.
"Yes—" The redhead nods again with a hoarse voice, moaning when a particular snap of Siwoo's hips grazes over his prostate just right, "That-that's it—hyung..."
Siwoo slips a thumb into his mouth, playing around with his tongue and he curses under his breath when Dohyeok starts sucking.
He breathes out, his chest rises and falls erratically, "Open up,"
Dohyeok obediently follows his order and Siwoo is fast to catch his mouth in a messy kiss. He sucks hard on his tongue, hand coming up to cup his nape while Dohyeok whimpers, his own nails digging deep into his back as he rolls his hips in tandem with Siwoo's slowly inconsistent thrust. He's getting close.
Not long after, Dohyeok comes again, cum trickling out of his cock to his own stomach while his hole impossibly tightens, triggering Siwoo's orgasm as well, filling him full with his seed.
Siwoo exhales a satisfied sigh, but when he tries to shift to take his cock out, Dohyeok's legs lock him in place. He blinks, "Again?"
He gasps when Dohyeok pulls him down to meet his determined eyes, "This time, I'm moving on top,"
How he is able to wake up on the next day is still a wonder for Siwoo.
"You're glowing." Jiwoon says when they're back the next day to pick up Lady Dona back. "How disgusting."
Dohyeok feels too content to be replying with the same salty energy so he just smiles even wider, "Thank you very much, dear cousin," While Jiwoon looks like he's about to have an aneurysm at the sight of his happiness.
Sensing the upcoming cat fight in the air, Siwoo goes to hold Dohyeok's hand, "Good afternoon to you too, Jiwoon. Thank you so much for taking care of Dona for us. Where is she?"
Jiwoon sends another threat to his cousin through his eyes before turning to Siwoo, "Wait here. I'll get her,"
Not even a minute later, a little redhead appears from behind the door. Her eyes sparkle when she sees the two of them.
"Dad! Appa!" And she immediately jumps closer to then. Siwoo holds out his arms with a smile and she's quick to hop into his 'private chariot'.
Dohyeok chuckles, resorting to pat her head gently as he realizes her hair is neatly braided with little daisies. Must be Suha doing. There is no way this is Jiwoon's. "Good to see you, Lady Park,"
"Good to see you too," She leans in to pepper a kiss to the redhead's cheek, "Appa as well," She gives Siwoo a kiss too.
"We miss you so much, Dona-yah," Siwoo gives her a kiss back on her nose and she giggles.
As they walk to where their car is parked outside, Dona speaks again.
"You look happy, Dad," She points out to the smile still stuck on his face since yesterday, "Having fun with Appa?"
He throws her a grin, "Why yes for sure, My Lady,"
"Appa looks happy too," She says, and now it's Siwoo's turn to smile on reflex, "May I go with the two of you next time? I know yesterday was a date, but someday I want to tag along too if it's okay,"
The two men look at each other. Blinking.
"Well," Dohyeok eventually takes her hand to give her tiny knuckles a kiss, "Why not?"
The princess visibly brightens. "But you should remind me about Dad's birthday next year, Dona-yah,"
Dona shakes her head, "My apology Appa, but I can't,"
Siwoo blinks owlishly, "Eh why?"
"Because I need to beat you on being the first person to say happy birthday to Dad too next year,"
"What?" In the background, Dohyeok stifles his laugh.
"I've kept my winning streak for over eight years now. I won't let you defeat me,"
"That's true, that's true,"
"But—"
"We're rival in this matter, Appa. I won't lose to you."
"Pft,"
"Dona-yah..."
Looks like his next birthday is one to look forward to as well.