CHAPTER 59
⚠️ Yah its PG 18 again 🤭⚠️
The night was deep, the city's distant hum filtered through the heavy glass of the suite, but inside, time had slowed to a crawl. For the last few hours, they had remained anchored to the large velvet sofa, limbs tangled in a way that felt both experimental and domestic. The television flickered with the blue light of a streaming service, but neither was truly watching.
Haru had spent the afternoon gently guiding the conversation, a skill Sunghoon had mastered long ago to keep co-stars and those around him at ease. He asked about the tour, and though Raiven's answers were clipped ,Haru didn't let the silence settle. He pulled stories from him, little fragments of life on the road, until he began to thaw and opened up even more details his sentences becoming longer as the conversation went on.
The decision to stay in had been Haru's. Raiven, driven by a desire to impress and a habit of overexertion, had suggested a high-end dinner at a local trattoria. But Haru had seen the faint shadow of fatigue in the corners of Raiven's eyes. Hae-rin had mentioned in passing that even during the tour, Raiven was a perfectionist who never missed a morning training session. Haru knew that a quiet night was the greatest luxury he could offer. Besides, the other members of Re-Draft had already started departing for the next leg of the tour, leaving them in a rare, high-stakes vacuum of privacy. Haru could have called Suho or Grey, but he hadn't. He had flown across a continent for this man, and he wasn't interested in sharing the limited hours they had left.
After a quiet dinner they continued maintaining a strange, domestic order in the suite, they had settled back down to watch a newly released animation. Haru had been surprised when Raiven admitted to loving the genre. It was a detail that didn't fit the dark, edgy image the world saw, and it made Haru's heart swell. He loved these quiet revelations; they felt like small, precious stones Raiven was placing in his hand.
As the movie reached its climax, Haru shifted. Raiven was focused on the screen, mindlessly eating popcorn, looking effortlessly handsome in his casual loungewear. The domesticity of the scene acted as a catalyst. Haru's mind drifted back to the previous night - the heat, the way Raiven had dismantled his defenses, the absolute surrender he had felt. A sudden, sharp need to reciprocate, to reclaim a bit of that power and return the pleasure, surged through him.
He leaned in, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of Raiven's neck. He pressed a light, lingering kiss there. Then another. And another.
Raiven's hand, reaching for more popcorn, froze. His attention snapped away from the screen as he felt the warmth of Haru's lips. He placed the bowl on the coffee table with a trembling hand, his other arm instinctively winding around Haru's waist to pull him closer.
Haru had never been with a man before this life, and even in the 90s, he had adhered to the rigid heteronormativity of the era. But as he nibbled at the cord of Raiven's neck, he realized that those old labels were irrelevant. He didn't care about the gender; he cared about what was beneath the skin. He wanted to explore this, to see how Jae-wook responded to him.
He smiled against the heated skin of Raiven's throat as he slowly pulled back just enough to straddle Raiven's lap. The shift in position was bold, a declaration of intent.
Raiven looked up at him, his eyes dark and dilated, his breath hitching as he scanned Haru's face. He bit his lower lip - a habit Haru found devastatingly attractive.
"You're so hot," Haru whispered, his voice a low, raspy thread. He leaned down, capturing Raiven's earlobe between his teeth, eliciting a sharp, jagged gasp from the man beneath him.
Haru wasn't a saint, nor was he as experienced as Raiven in this specific arena, but he was a quick study. He remembered the techniques Raiven had used to wreck him the night before. He slid his hand into the waistband of Raiven's sweatpants, his fingers finding the hard, pulsing member. He was already slick with pre-come, a physical testament to how much Haru's touch affected him.
"Haru!" Raiven moaned, his head thumping back against the headrest of the couch.
Haru's hand tightened, his thumb tracing the sensitive ridge of the tip before he began a slow, agonizingly rhythmic pump. He continued to assault Raiven's neck with kisses, his tongue swirling against his pulse point. He wanted to hear every sound Jae-wook made. He wanted to be the reason for the shattering of that cool, exterior.
The television continued to play in the background - the bright, cheerful sounds of the animation clashing with the heavy, carnal atmosphere of the room. Raiven's hands gripped Haru's thighs, his knuckles white as pleasure overtook his senses. He looked at Haru in absolute wonder, cursed through gritted teeth at how amazing it felt. How could Haru claim to be inexperienced when he knew exactly where to press, exactly how to move?
Just as Raiven reached the precipice, Haru stopped.
He pulled his hand away and lifted himself off Raiven's lap. Raiven's eyebrows shot up, his chest heaving, his eyes clouded with a mix of confusion and desperation. But the confusion vanished as Haru slowly sank to his knees between Raiven's legs.
The sight of Haru looking up at him from the floor was enough to send Raiven to the edge. Haru didn't want his lack of experience to hinder the night; he wanted to see the wreckage he could unleash.
"Come for me," Haru whispered, his eyes locking with Raiven's.
Then, he leaned forward, his tongue tracing the weeping tip of Raiven's member, tasting the heat of him. He took him in , but not fully, his mouth warm and insistent. Raiven let out a loud, guttural moan, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch for dear life.
None of Raiven's previous sexual escapades, none of the fleeting encounters he'd had till then, could compare to this. Watching Haru's eyes stay fixed on his own as he provided this pleasure was a level of intimacy Raiven wasn't prepared for. He felt the pressure building in his gut, a tidal wave of golden light that threatened to drown him.
Haru used his hand to help the rhythm, his tongue playing with the sensitive skin until the dam finally broke. Raiven's body went rigid, a choked shout escaping him as he came, his vision fracturing into white light.
Haru didn't pull away. He waited, his mouth staying focused until the last of the tremors had left Raiven's body. He swallowed, the act a silent, profound confession of his feelings.
"Mmm… so that's how it tastes," Haru said softly, standing up. He wiped a stray drop from his lip and leaned down to press a final, gentle kiss to Raiven's waist, causing the idol to shudder once more.
Raiven lay there in a daze, his sweatpants still tangled around his hips, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He couldn't believe the man standing before him was the same one who had been so awkward talking about sex in the penthouse. A sudden, irrational pang of jealousy flared in his chest - a fear that someone else might have seen this version of Haru - but he pushed it down. Haru was his now he couldn't deny how he looked at him like he wanted him as much as he wanted him.
Haru calmly adjusted his own clothes and sat back down on the sofa, reaching for the bowl of popcorn as if he hadn't just completely dismantled the man beside him.
He popped a kernel into his mouth and looked at the TV, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Raiven looked at him, his mind still reeling, his body still humming with the afterglow. He realized then that Haru wasn't just someone ordinary.He was a force of nature, and Raiven was more than happy to be swept away by him.