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The car ride home had blurred past in a haze of streetlights and half-closed eyelids, Hanbin's cheek pressed against the cool window glass while the city streaked by in neon smears. It was well past midnight now, technically June 13th, the day the world had decided to celebrate his existence. His phone had buzzed itself multiple times, the notifications of the members greeting him birthday, some of his friends, and his mother's tearful call that he'd had to cut short because he was about to cry in the backseat of a company car.
He felt loved and also felt exhausted. The two sensations sat in his chest as he fumbled his fingers into typing his apartment password lock and stumbled inside.
The silence of the empty common room greeted him. Hanbin dropped his bag by the couch and stood there for a moment, just breathing and gaining a little power to move again.
Shower, and then sleep, he decided.
The bathroom filled with steam quickly, too hot for June but exactly what his aching muscles needed. He stood under the spray and let his mind wander, cataloging the day ahead with the automatic efficiency of someone who had learned to schedule his dreams. Birthday party fan meeting today, and if the timing worked out maybe dinner with the members. Another year older, another year of standing under lights and hoping his smile reached the people who needed it.
He was so happy even just thinking about it.
The towel was rough against his skin as he stepped out, water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders, down his spine. He'd pulled on soft cotton shorts and was wrestling a loose t-shirt over his damp head when he heard a sound from outside the bathroom. There's a rustling, a muffled thump, and something distinctly wrong.
Hanbin froze for a second, then quickly pulled down the rest of his shirt.
"Who's there?" he called, voice cracking slightly with the strain of a long day. He reached for the bathroom door handle, wondering if it was his manager visiting to sleepover today.
"WAIT A MINUTE! DON'T GO OUT YET!"
The voice hit him like a lightning bolt, familiar and impossible and so shockingly present that Hanbin's hand jerked back from the door like he'd been burned. He stood there, staring at the cheap wood paneling as if he could see through it to whatever chaos was unfolding beyond.
"Zhang Hao?" he breathed, not quite believing it. But he's certain of the owner of that voice, why would Zhang Hao be here at this hour by the way?
"Stay still inside!" Hao's voice came again, strained and slightly breathless, accompanied by what sounded like frantic rustling and a very suspicious thump.
Hanbin obeyed, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed, a smile already tugging at his lips despite his confusion. He counted down in his head, listening to the symphony of small disasters happening in his bedroom. He heard something sliding, then Hao muttering what was definitely a Mandarin curse word, and another thump that sounded like a knee hitting furniture.
"Okay Hanbin-ah, you can go out!"
Hanbin pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway, and the world narrowed to a single point of impossible, ridiculous, perfect surprise.
Zhang Hao stood there with cheeks flushed pink with exertion or embarrassment or both, and still dressed in the outfit Hanbin believed from today's schedule. And in his hands, wobbling slightly, was a cake.
A very small cake. It looked like it had been decorated by someone who had never held a piping bag in their life, frosting smeared in enthusiastic spirals that defied gravity and good taste, a single candle listing dangerously to one side like a drunk sailor.
"Surprise!" Hao shouted, and Hanbin actually jumped, a full-body flinch then a laugh bursting out of him before he could stop it.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," Hao sang very delightedly and doing a little wiggle, "happy birthday dear Hanbin-ah, happy birthday to you!"
The candle flame flickered, it caught Hao's eyes, turned them to warm amber, turned his smile into something that made Hanbin's chest ache with the sudden overwhelming realization that he was here.
That Hao had come for him.
"You're insane," Hanbin said, but he was already moving forward, drawn like a moth to the flame and the man holding it. "How are you here? Didn't you have that late fansign?"
"I did," Hao said, still holding the cake aloft. "We finished earlier, and we got home. Then I grabbed this disaster from the dorm and ran here if you believe me.” He adjusted the cake in his hand, trying to make it presentable for the birthday boy. “And yes, I made this. But I will not accept criticism at this time,” he continued.
"You should've just rested, hyung," Hanbin replied, reaching out to steady the cake with one hand while his other found Hao's waist, pulling him close enough to smell the familiar scent of him.
“But I wanted to be first," Hao said simply, as if that explained everything. As if that explained the way his eyes were shining, the way his free hand came up to cup Hanbin's jaw, thumb brushing the corner of his smile. "Well, technically the clock already hit the 13th, so I was late for first. But I wanted to be the first in person."
Hanbin turned his head to press a kiss to Hao's palm. "Thank you so much for coming. And… for making this thing," he said, wonder creeping into his voice despite himself.
"It’s a cake," Hao corrected, wrinkling his nose. "I tried to write 'Happy Birthday' in frosting but it looked bad, so I covered it with more frosting. That's why it looked a bit… unique now."
Hanbin squinted at the confection, leaning in close enough to see the slightly sunken center, the chocolate smears on the plate already looking like a new trauma unlocked.
"Is it edible?" he asked.
"Define edible," Hao said immediately, defensive and adorable, and Hanbin laughed.
"Stop laughing!" Hao protested, but he was grinning too. “Now blow out the candle, birthday boy. Make a wish.”
The flame danced between them. Hao was watching him with that expression, the one that made him feel seen down to his bones. Then Hanbin closed his eyes and let himself wish for something.
He wished for health, for the members, for the strength to keep going. He wished for Hao's success too, for AND2BLE's rise, and for the late nights to be worth it. He wished for more moments like this, where the world outside ceased to exist and it was just them being all over each other without any distance.
He blew and Hao cheered. The older man set the cake on the nearest surface with the care of someone handling explosives.
"What did you wish for?" he asked, turning back to Hanbin, already knowing the answer in the way his smile softened.
"I can't tell you, it won't come true," Hanbin said, stepping into Hao's arms, fitting there like he was made for it.
"Liar, I know you wished for us," Hao murmured against his hair.
Hanbin didn't deny it. He pressed his face into Hao's neck and breathed him in, and felt the exhaustion of the day transform into something else entirely.
"The cake is really edible and delicious, by the way," Hao said, and his voice had gone rough in a way that sent heat spiraling down Hanbin's spine.
Hanbin pulled back just enough to see Hao's face, the flush high on his cheekbones, and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Really? Have you tasted it before?” he asked.
"I haven't," Hao confirmed, and his hands were already moving, sliding up under Hanbin's damp shirt, spreading warmth across his skin. “But you can taste it first.”
Hao reached back, his fingers finding the plate, and scooped up a dollop of chocolate with two fingers. Held Hanbin's gaze as he brought it to his own mouth, sucked it clean with a sound that should have been illegal, and then deliberately smeared another streak across his own jaw and neck, letting it melt against his skin in the heated air of the room.
Hanbin’s breath caught at the sight of the dark chocolate streak glistening on Hao’s jaw and the slow, seductive trail melting down the side of his neck.
"Happy birthday, Hanbin-ah," he whispered, and it was an invitation.
The words snapped the last thread of Hanbin’s restraint. He closed the distance and pressed his mouth to the chocolate on Hao’s jaw, licking a slow stripe through the sweetness. The frosting was overly sweet, slightly grainy from Hao’s clumsy decorating, but mixed with the warm and salty taste of Hao’s skin it became intoxicating. Hao shivered hard, a soft gasp escaping him.
Hanbin hummed against his skin and chased the second streak lower, sucking gently at the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. He took his time, tongue dragging, lips sealing, until every trace of chocolate was gone and Hao’s skin was flushed pink from suction.
Hao’s fingers threaded into Hanbin’s still-damp hair. “Are we going slow tonight?” he asked while tipping his head back.
“I want to appreciate and taste it thoroughly,” Hanbin murmured, voice vibrating against Hao’s throat.
He pulled back only long enough to take Hao’s shirt off. Hao let Hanbin peel the fabric away and toss it aside. The moment Hao’s chest was bare, Hanbin dipped two fingers into the cake again, scooping a generous amount of the chocolate. He smeared it deliberately across Hao’s collarbones, then lower, painting slow spirals around one nipple before covering the other. Hao’s breath hitched sharply the moment the cold hit his bare skin.
“It’s okay, I’ll warm it up,” Hanbin promised.
He leaned in and dragged his tongue over the first nipple, licking the frosting away in languid strokes. Hao arched into his mouth with a broken moan, the sound shooting straight to Hanbin’s cock. Hanbin sucked harder, teeth grazing lightly, while his fingers continued spreading more chocolate down Hao’s ribs and stomach, following the path with his mouth right after with every lick and suck drew new gasps and whimpers from Hao.
Hanbin dropped to his knees, hands sliding down Hao’s sides to unbutton and push his pants down in one movement. Hao stepped out of them shakily. Hanbin looked up, eyes heavy with want, he continued to free Hao’s hardened length from the short. Not wasting his time, he painted a thick stripe of frosting along the underside of Hao’s cock, from base to leaking tip.
Hao’s thighs trembled from that. “You’re filthy,” he breathed shakily.
“Only for you, hyung,” Hanbin replied with a teasing smile.
He leaned forward and licked a long line up Hao’s length, savoring the mingled taste of chocolate and the salty bitterness of precome.
He repeated the motion again and again, cleaning every smear while his hands stroked Hao’s hips and thighs. When he finally took Hao into his mouth, sucking him deep, Hao let out a wrecked moan, fingers tightening almost painfully in Hanbin’s hair.
“Fuck—ah, Hanbin!”
But Hanbin didn’t rush it. He worshipped him with long and wet pulls, tongue swirling, and humming around his cock so the vibrations made Hao’s knees buckle. He pulled off only to tug down more the short, revealing the full sight of inner thighs. Hanbin smeared more frosting on Hao’s inner thighs and hipbones, licking and sucking marks into the skin until Hao was panting and flushed all the way down his chest.
“Hanbin—please,” Hao finally managed, voice hoarse with begging to stop the tease.
Hanbin pulled away and chuckled. Only then did he rise, kissing his way back up that decorated torso until their mouths met in a deep, chocolate-sweet kiss. Their tongues slid hot and eager against each other as they stumbled toward the bed. Hao pushed at Hanbin’s chest with impatient hands, guiding him until Hanbin sat on the edge of the mattress. Hao climbed into his lap, straddling him, grinding down slowly against Hanbin’s still-clothed cock.
They kissed deeper, filthy and desperate. Hanbin groaned into Hao’s mouth as he reached between them, shoving his shorts and underwear the rest of the way down his thighs. His cock sprang free, hot and hard, and Hao immediately pressed closer, letting their bare lengths slide together skin-to-skin. The sudden contact pulled a shared moan from both of them. Hao rocked his hips, slicking their cocks with the mess of frosting and precome, while Hanbin’s hands gripped his ass, kneading the soft flesh.
“You’re so impatient,” Hanbin breathed against his lips. “Who's the birthday boy here?”
“But we don't have time,” Hao whined, which was true, Hanbin's aware they both need to rest to face today's schedule later.
He reached blindly toward the bedside drawer, got the lube and tried to open it. But Hao grabbed the lube before he could take over. When Hanbin tried to reach for it back, clearly intending to tease him open slowly, Hao batted his hand away stubbornly.
“No more teasing,” Hao said, voice rough and breathless. “I want you now.”
Hanbin laughed softly, then the sound turned into a groan as Hao slicked his cock with teasing strokes as a revenge, and coating him thoroughly.
“Look at you, so greedy for my cock that you won’t even let me prep you properly,” Hanbin said, leaned over to kiss Hao's corner of mouth.
Hao’s cheeks burned darker, but he didn’t deny it. After he felt enough, he lined Hanbin up with his entrance and sank down slowly inch by inch. Hao's lips parted on a long, shaky moan.
“Fuuuck—ah.. you’re so big,” Hao gasped, forehead pressed to Hanbin’s. His thighs trembled as he took the last inch, fully seated. The heat around Hanbin was tight and perfect.
Hanbin’s hands roamed everywhere. Slide up Hao’s back, and down to grip his ass, thumbs spreading him open just a little more. “You feel incredible,” he whispered reverently, showering Hao with feathery kisses all over his face. “So good for me, hyung.”
Hao started moving slowly, rolling his hips in deep, sensual waves. Hanbin's hands support his weight to push up and down. Every downward slide pulled filthy, wet sounds from them both. Hanbin leaned in to lick another stray smear of chocolate from Hao’s chest, sucking on a nipple while Hao rode him a little bit faster, moans growing louder and more desperate.
“Bin-ah—right there—ahh!”
Hanbin let him set the pace for minutes, worshipping every sound, every clench, and every roll of Hao’s hips. But the need to drive deeper eventually overwhelmed him.
He wrapped his arms around Hao, flipped them smoothly, and pressed the older man into the mattress without pulling out. Hao yelped at the sudden change, but his legs parted willingly, one hooked over Hanbin’s elbow as he started thrusting deep and powerful strokes that made the bed creak.
Hao’s head tipped back, mouth open on continuous moans and broken pleas. “Ahh! Hanbin—more, please—”
Hanbin gave him everything, hips snapping forward with steady rhythm. One hand stroked Hao’s cock in time with every thrust while he kissed and licked the last traces of cake from his neck and chest. The room filled with the filthy wet sounds of skin slapping against skin. Hao’s nails dug into Hanbin’s shoulders, anchoring himself as pleasure overwhelmed him.
Hao’s breath hitched, his body tightening. “Hanbin—’m so close—”
“You’re so perfect like this,” Hanbin whispered hotly against Hao's ear, voice thick with adoration. He angled his hips slightly, hitting that spot inside Hao with every thrust. “Fuck—come on, baby. Let it out.”
When Hao finally came, it hit him hard. His back arching, a loud cry tearing from his throat as he pulsed between their bodies. The tight clench dragged Hanbin over the edge right after, burying himself deep and groaning Hao’s name like a prayer as he spilled inside him.
They stayed locked together, panting heavily in the quiet aftermath. Hanbin couldn’t stop touching him. His gentle hands sliding over Hao’s sweat-damp skin, tracing the faint red marks he’d left earlier with his mouth.
Hanbin gazed down at Hao’s flushed face, heart swelling with so much love. Those kiss-swollen lips, the way his lashes fluttered, and the soft, satisfied little sigh he let out had made Hanbin completely smitten and utterly gone for this man who had snuck into his apartment in the middle of the night just to make his birthday feel magical.
He pressed soft, lingering kisses along Hao’s jaw, his temple, his cheeks, the corner of his swollen lips, then rested their foreheads together.
“Best gift I’ve ever received,” he whispered.
Hao laughed breathlessly, threading shaky fingers through Hanbin’s hair. “There’s still more cake left, you know,” he said jokingly.
Hanbin groaned happily and pulled him closer, already smiling against Hao's neck. The night had already given Hanbin more than he could have wished for, and it felt like the rest of the day would be just as kind.
“I guess the weather’s going to be nice today, hyung.”