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When Ricky woke up this morning, he knew today was going to be a great day.
For once, he finally got more than three hours of sleep. Yesterday was a slow day at work so he just decided to go home early and catch up on some house-work. Then, he woke up to a text from his boss saying he didn’t need to come in early today because there was some sort of leak or something like that.
Ricky didn’t read over the text that much because all he knew was that he could sleep in for an extra hour. He’s not usually this selfish but even he knows that even he needs beauty rest sometimes.
With the usual morning meeting cancelled, that meant his only meeting that day was an arraignment starting at 4:00pm. An arraignment that he was extremely excited for.
Not only would he be working a high-profile case that’d definitely add to his already-promised legend status, he was going against his biggest and only rival. The strong willed and immensely popular Kim Gyuvin, an up-and-coming lawyer known for his passionate defenses.
He’d been thrust into the spotlight right alongside Ricky because of his defense against a wrong-fully accused defendant a year or two ago. Back then, Ricky never really read all the details because he didn’t want to know anything more about Kim Gyuvin than he had to. To his knowledge, it paved the way for an exposed government coverup that practically secured Gyuvin’s name in the history books.
Ricky does not care about that. No, he doesn’t care at all. He’s already got his own family name engraved across the entire world, he doesn’t care about footnotes in some dusty old book.
Though, Gyuvin wasn’t always someone that Ricky cared about so much. He wouldn’t even call them rivals until about three years ago. He wouldn’t even call them rivals anymore. He isn’t exactly quite sure what he’d call them at this point. It’s a little complicated…
When they first met, Ricky was already an established lawyer. He had been working as a defense attorney for a year or two and became a pillar of his first firm. Gyuvin came in one day for an interview, allegedly, and got pissed off that he wasn’t hired. That was the gist of it, at least.
Ricky doesn’t actually know the full story because he was way too focused on other things at that point in time. The only thing he remembers is Gyuvin making Ricky the target of his frustration.
It makes sense, though. Ricky was already well-known as a child of rich and famous parents, so most people had complexes about it. Gyuvin was no different and Ricky didn’t mind biting back at any of his low blows. That’s just how things worked between them.
When Ricky graduated out of his firm and started working as prosecutor for the country, they started crossing each other's paths a lot more often. Gyuvin defended anyone he could and Ricky, with no real effort, was the prosecutor sometimes. That was the real birth of their rivalry.
Ricky won most of his cases. Overall, he had a 97% conviction rate. That 3% was only because of Kim Gyuvin. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t keep him awake at night. No one could ever beat him like Gyuvin did. It felt like he didn’t even need to try sometimes. Gyuvin got under his skin and burrowed deep into his mind and was the only person who lit a fire under his ass. No one else could make him this restless.
Though, there have been other reasons why he’s become this restless as of late. Recent… revelations that have caused immense chaos in his tiny, secure little life. Perhaps his relationship with Kim Gyuvin has been tainted in some way or another. That rivalry has turned into something much more messy.
If anyone asked him, Gyuvin is only an acquaintance. A colleague at best, despite working on different sides. Though, if he was caught alone in front of his mirror in the deep hours of the night, that answer might not be so clear. Gyuvin’s completely overtaken any free thought he has. Ricky often wonders when and how he got so obsessed.
Because that’s what it is. It’s an obsession. He thinks and dreams about Gyuvin. He chases him wherever he goes and actively seeks him out. Whether it’s to annoy him or get under his skin, mostly both, Ricky doesn’t care. He enjoys this little game they play.
While it may be an obsession on his side, that is definitely shared. Gyuvin is just as, if not more obsessed. He’s the one that started this all. Ricky couldn’t care less about some lawyer who tries to give him a run for his money. Gyuvin isn’t just some lawyer, though.
He’s the one who started this game.
It only got worse after they started… when they…
Well, Ricky won’t admit to anything just yet. No one’s accused him so there’s no point in exposing a scandal in the making. He’s not stupid, so he holds their secrets close to his heart. He won’t even say it outloud to himself. A part of him is afraid of how if he does, then it will all become real. The mess they’ve gotten into that he’s been actively ignoring.
When he gets ready that morning, he forces himself to stop thinking about Gyuvin and instead focuses on the arraignment.
While Ricky is currently working as a prosecutor, sometimes he’ll take on a few cases as a defense attorney. He’s always enjoyed working both sides and his old firm always welcomes him back with open arms. When you’re this good at your job, nothing is really off limits.
The case that he took on is one that flips the tables on both Ricky and Gyuvin. Gyuvin’s working as the prosecutor while Ricky is planning the defense. Ricky knows for a fact that Gyuvin has no idea that he’s going to be the one defending. He can’t wait to see the look on his face when Ricky walks into the courtroom. He almost wishes that he could record it.
The details of the case are really— well, whatever. Some rich politician is accused of defrauding his supporters and using the money for personal means. It’s an average case and one that doesn’t need someone of his status working on it. Truthfully, he only took it on only because of Gyuvin.
It’s honestly beneath him and Ricky is one-hundred percent convinced the guy actually did it. Coming from a family of rich socialites doesn’t exactly hide the dark underbelly of society from you. Either way, Ricky trusts that Gyuvin can win the case. He’d never, ever tell him that outloud, and Ricky is going to put up one hell of a fight, but still. He doesn’t need to worry about letting an obviously guilty man walk free.
He knows that’s extremely corrupt in and of itself. If he was a lawyer worth any sort of merit, he’d recuse himself. There are so many blurred lines and the defendant has a lot of ties to the government already, so any misstep could implicate Ricky in this whole mess.
Sometimes though, he doesn’t exactly think with his brain. These days, he thinks with other… appendages. That’s the only way Ricky knows how to put it without being incredibly vulgar.
So, as he’s walking into the courthouse at 3:37pm, Ricky braves a curt smile and pushes through the doors. Whatever happens today doesn’t really matter. Arraignments are hardly that interesting, but seeing Gyuvin’s face crack is what will make everything worthwhile.
After meeting with his client, Ricky enters the main courtroom and walks down the long walkway. Gyuvin turns over his shoulder as the doors close, eyes instantly meeting Ricky's.
His face falling is honestly priceless. His neutral expression instantly changes as his mouth opens as if he’s about to speak. Then, he closes his mouth and scowls, glaring daggers straight into Ricky’s heart. It feels so, so good.
And god, does it feel good. Gyuvin burns holes into the side of Ricky’s head the entire time they stand there. He can barely even focus on the actual arraignment, sneaking glances over at Gyuvin whenever he gets the chance.
Every time, he’s met with Gyuvin’s hatred.
Ricky won this time.
Well, he does until it all ends.
The meeting doesn’t last that long after they go over the charges again. Of course, they went with ‘not guilty’. The case was going to move forward with Ricky as the defense and Gyuvin as the prosecutor. The trial was scheduled in seven weeks. Until then, Ricky could relax and watch as Gyuvin seethed.
Right as they walk out of the courtroom and Ricky’s about to head out for the day, Gyuvin pulls on the back of Ricky’s blazer.
He almost stumbles, turning around to face Gyuvin.
“You know, that’s not a nice way to greet someone.” Ricky smiles, all fake and plastic. “I could have fallen.”
Gyuvin might actually explode on the spot, that's how mad he looks. “Scared all that pretty-porcelain might shatter, princess?”
Ricky taps his fingertips against his hip. “Just avoiding sending you to contempt. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Gyuvin glares at him. “We’re not in the courtroom right now, and you’re not a judge.”
Ricky sighs, planting both hands on his hips. “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” Gyuvin’s eyebrow twitches. “Why didn’t you tell me you were the defense?”
Ricky shrugs. “I must have forgotten. I take on a lot of cases, as you know. I don’t remember all the details.”
Gyuvin’s foot is tapping holes in the ground. “You’re so full of shit.”
“Relax, Gyuvin-ssi.” Ricky says, which he knows is going to piss Gyuvin off even further. “It’s just one case. Surely, you aren’t afraid that you’ll lose only because I’m on the defense?”
In one quick movement, Gyuvin grabs onto Ricky’s sleeve and forcefully pulls him along with him. He takes a few steps towards a nearby supply closet, looking around before he opens the door and throws Ricky inside.
Ricky stumbles into the tight closet, turning around to face Gyuvin. Before he can say anything, Gyuvin’s all over him.
“Why are you even defending him?” Gyuvin sneers as he pushes Ricky against the file cabinets stacked up against the wall. “You know for a fact he’s guilty. You know he did it.”
Ricky winces ever so slightly as his back hits the cold metal. Gyuvin’s leg slips between Ricky’s and his hands slam around his head. Ricky’s completely trapped underneath him.
“It’s my job, Gyuvin-ssi.” Ricky laughs humorlessly, clenching his fists by his side. He narrows his eyes and pretends like he has any sort of control over this situation they always seem to find themselves in.
“Don’t- don’t fucking call me that.” Gyuvin’s thigh pushes harder against Ricky’s crotch. Ricky bites the inside of his cheek, hard enough to bleed. “Don’t call me that after I’ve been inside you.”
Shivers of desire dance up Ricky’s spine as he tries (albeit very poorly) to act like he doesn’t like this. He’s never not liked this and, as much as he’s tried, he’s never honestly not liked Gyuvin but, god, sometimes he wishes it wasn’t so hard to hide. He wishes he didn’t even have to.
“W-We’re at work, Gyuvin.” Ricky mumbles between tight lips, teeth grinding down so hard it almost hurts. He can feel his resolve slip a lot faster this time. His body’s gotten used to this now.
Gyuvin chuckles, mean and low. “Never stopped us before, honey.”
“Don’t call me that,” Ricky retorts. Gyuvin’s knee rubs rough, slow circles against Ricky’s growing arousal, causing him to whimper.
“You’re almost too easy.” And with little effort, Gyuvin’s already won the game.
Ricky’s hand drags along Gyuvin’s abdomen until it stops right on his chest. His fingers spread across the thin fabric before shifting into a tight grip. “Yet, you’re always the one chasing me.”
“Guess you’ve got me addicted.” Gyuvin says with a sleazy grin as he rips open Ricky’s blazer. Ricky’s eyes glare up at Gyuvin, whose hands fall onto his hips with a chuckle. Gyuvin’s hands sear through his thin linen shirt as his thumbs dig in deep, deep enough to leave marks. “No shame in admitting that. You’re easy to get addicted to, Ricky-ssi.”
Ricky now understands why Gyuvin doesn’t like being referred to like that when they’re alone together. It erupts a weird taste on his tongue, one that brings feelings of impersonality and unfamiliarity. It tastes gross and wrong— they aren’t strangers or colleagues. They haven’t been for a long time and they never will be again. Ricky knows for a fact they’ve always been something more than that.
That’s only how they talk when they’re working and right now, they’re doing anything but.
That thought starts to burn a hot, exciting heat deep within Ricky’s stomach. They only just finished the arraignment for god's sake and Ricky’s hot and bothered in a stock closet mere feet away from the courtroom.
They could get caught so goddamn easily. Someone could come looking for either one of them, or maybe the stenographer needs more paper and they’re about to open the door and—
What would they think? What would they even say? Ricky would lose his license and the career he worked so hard for. His legacy would be destroyed and his family name completely tarnished. He’d be disowned immediately and his inheritance stolen. Everything would be gone.
Ricky must actually whine, feeling his legs clench down hard around Gyuvin’s thigh. His grip on Gyuvin’s shirt tightens as he pulls him closer. God, he’d lose everything… and he wouldn’t even regret it. How fucked up is that? How on earth has Gyuvin destroyed him so easily? Would Gyuvin sell him out, or would he fall right along with him, his Icarus-in-arms? Would they both be tainted and shunned into disgrace together?
He truly beat him at his own game. Gyuvin, of all people, has disarmed and declawed Ricky entirely in only a short few months. He’s turned him into this, this- reckless sex crazed maniac. And worst of all, Ricky doesn’t even care.
He’s supposed to be cold and cunning and conniving, yet Gyuvin has molded him into this sloppy, messy, needy trainwreck. His hands alone turn him into a completely different person whenever they’re alone like this. Ricky’s scared of just how far they’re both willing to go. He doesn’t know his limits and he doesn’t even think Gyuvin has any. He wouldn’t be surprised, Gyuvin always gets what he wants no matter the price.
Ricky’s cock aches in his slacks while Gyuvin continues his extremely annoyingly slow knee movements. He’s starting to get bored and Ricky can tell. He wants Ricky to beg and moan on his thigh like he’s desperate or dying for him, but Ricky never gives in that easily. Gyuvin will have to work for it like he does on the courtroom floor. Ricky won’t just lie down and take it. Gyuvin doesn’t like it like that, anyway.
“Tell me why.” Gyuvin whispers against Ricky’s ear, breath making him shiver. “Tell me why you took this case.”
Ricky barely even remembers what the case is even about at this point. His mind is all Gyuvin and trying to form any coherent thought would be like asking a fish to sing. And right now, Ricky’s in deep waters.
He would never tell Gyuvin the real reason, anyway. He’d never admit he only took it just to be closer to Gyuvin.
“It’s just work, Gyuvin, why do you care so much?” Ricky grinds down against Gyuvin’s thigh, chasing any sort of pleasure.
Gyuvin doesn’t like that answer or what Ricky’s trying to do, so he tightens his hold on Ricky’s hips and shoves him straight back against the file cabinets. Ricky groans, head falling back against the metal.
“You have good morals, Ricky. I can at least admit that fucking much.” Gyuvin’s acting a bit different today. He’s always riled up and mad most of the time, but something about this case must actually piss him off. Usually, they’ll both play up their annoyance until it becomes too hot to ignore. This time, it feels a little too real.
Ricky groans, opening his eyes to be met with Gyuvin’s cold gaze. “Why does it matter? Won’t that make beating me feel that much better?”
Gyuvin doesn’t like that either. He shakes his head, scowling. “Can you be serious for one second?”
Ricky groans in frustration. “Do I need to remind you of the position we’re in? Do you want me to point out that you have me pinned down in a closet while I hump your thigh? You’re the one who did this, not me. I didn’t realize you brought me here to talk about work.”
Commenting on the obvious shouldn’t be embarrassing but it kind of is and it makes Ricky’s excitement only grow. Maybe it also feels good hearing Gyuvin confirm the fact that he wants this, too. If he fishes for his attention, Gyuvin will always bite. He’s bad at denying Ricky anything.
Gyuvin’s face barely softens, but Ricky can tell that he’s trying to calm down and stop overreacting. “I just don’t get it. Any of your other shitty coworkers could have taken this case. But for some reason, here you are to make my job ten times harder.”
“I make a lot of things about you harder, don’t I?” Ricky’s face burns red. It’s so stupid and juvenile but god, everything about this is always so hot. And if anything, he just wants Gyuvin to drop this whole case-talk.
Gyuvin actually laughs, pulling Ricky back towards him. Their bodies are smashed together, Gyuvin’s thigh places right back to adding pressure between his legs. “You know how badly I wish I could push you over the tables? Imagine, me fucking you right in front of the entire courtroom. Letting them see how much of a slut you are.”
Ricky moans, letting his mind actually imagine it. Gyuvin wouldn’t be kind if they were in front of an audience. No, he’d tear his clothes off and shove him down like he’s nothing but Gyuvin’s to have. Ricky would drool all over the thrown-about case papers and moan like he’s in heat while Gyuvin grabs Ricky’s tie and takes exactly what they both want.
It’s exhilarating and wrong- so, so wrong. Yet, it’s what Ricky’s going to use to jerk off for the next few weeks.
Gyuvin chuckles amid Ricky’s imagination. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Is that all you need? To be put in your place, and then will you stop acting so goddamn bratty?”
Ricky shakes his head, pressing a hot kiss to Gyuvin’s neck. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than that to tame me.”
Gyuvin’s hands finally move off his hips. He starts unbuttoning Ricky’s shirt while grinding his thigh up into Ricky’s clothed arousal. When Ricky looks down, he’s met with an equally obscene erection which causes him to giggle. Gyuvin can’t hide from him, either. He’s never been good at it.
“I’ll spend my whole life trying if I have to.” Gyuvin hums, pulling apart Ricky’s shirt and exposing his chest. “I’ll find what makes you break, Ricky. Then, I’ll be the one to break you.”
Ricky’s core explodes with pure desire and pure need and a strange emotion he can’t name. It feels like even just by saying that Gyuvin already has. He’s been slowly cracking away at his defenses until he’s left Ricky with nothing but this… appetite. An appetite that can only be satiated by Gyuvin and Gyuvin alone.
And of course, Gyuvin knows. “There, is that what you needed to hear? Don’t worry, baby. I got you. I know you better than anyone else.”
Ricky’s honestly mumbling and otherwise speechless at this point because there is no point in trying to fight anymore. Gyuvin’s won and they both know that. It may be fun to pull away and push him to his limits, but it’s just as fun to give in. And god, does Ricky love giving in to Gyuvin.
Giving in is what makes all these exchanges worth it. All the fighting, all the arguing, all the charged glances— everything builds up to the moment where Ricky gives up control and Gyuvin pulls him apart one touch at a time.
Ricky’s shirt slips down his shoulders. Gyuvin’s hand moves up to hold Ricky’s right cheek while his other one drags along his soft skin. Gyuvin’s light fingertips send shivers down Ricky’s spine. He thought Gyuvin was going to be quick and fast today, but he’s decided to take his time instead.
“What would your coworkers say if they saw you like this?” Gyuvin muses, fingers tracing soft circles on his chest. “How would they act around their prissy-perfect breadwinner after that?”
Ricky’s hands fall down onto Gyuvin’s belt buckle. He’s getting a little impatient and fed up with the foreplay. “Why do you care about anyone else? Just focus on me. I’m the one who’s in your arms right now.”
Gyuvin smirks, pushing his hips forward as Ricky hastily undoes his belt. “I just wish everyone else could see you like this. I want them to see how easily you fall apart for me. You talk such a big fucking game, but you’re all bark no bite.”
Ricky huffs, fingers slipping through Gyuvin’s pants button as he holds onto the zipper and pulls down hard. It’s like second nature at this point. He found out Gyuvin likes watching him do this part, so Ricky always makes sure to hold eye contact while he does it. He never misses Gyuvin’s cock twitch in his peripherals.
Gyuvin takes his hand back to run it through his hair, a light tinge of red coloring his face. “I’d like to see you bite, though.”
“Are you asking, or just talking out-loud?” Ricky hums, holding Gyuvin’s gaze as his hand slips between Gyuvin’s waistband.
Gyuvin chuckles, planting his hand on the shelves next to Ricky’s head. “Demanding.”
Ricky’s hand freezes before he can grip his cock, left breathless again. How is Gyuvin so good at this sort of thing? It comes so naturally and it makes him feel so dirty but then turned on more than anything. And if Gyuvin wants something, Ricky’s happy to oblige. However, if and only if Gyuvin is able to pull it out of him.
“Then give me a reason to.” Ricky retorts. His hand finally wraps around Gyuvin’s cock, fingers gripped hard around the weight in his hand. Gyuvin grunts, mouth falling open. “Make me want to.”
Gyuvin’s eyes darken, expression mixed with lust and determination. “You’ll regret saying that, sweetheart.”
Before Ricky can respond, Gyuvin's hands are all over him. He pulls on Ricky’s shoulder and turns him around, shoving him face first against the filing cabinets. Gyuvin pulls Ricky’s hands with a little too much force, holding them against his back.
Ricky’s face scrunched against the cold metal, eyes fluttering back at Gyuvin. He’s smirking and looking at him like he’s starving. Ricky’s core burns, anticipating what’s about to come next.
With his free hand, Gyuvin harshly pulls Ricky’s pants and underwear down. Despite how warm the closet has gotten with their panting and bickering, a gust of cold air makes him shiver. He’s practically served up on a silver platter in front of him.
Gyuvin rips off his tie, quickly wrapping the silk around Ricky’s wrists. The restraints are tight and make it impossible to move.
“Not so bratty now, are you?” Gyuvin says through a grin, fingers spreading along Ricky’s lower back.
He has had to have touched him there over a hundred times at this point, but every time still feels like the first. It sends zaps of longing through his spine and butterflies spinning around in his chest. Gyuvin’s hands always feel like rays of sunlight burning holes throughout his skin, leaving stains of desire in their wake.
Ricky is just a man after all, and he can’t stop himself from chasing what feels good. Even when he gets impatient.
“Please, Gyuvin.” Ricky whimpers, his squished cheek muffling his words.
“Please what?” Gyuvin asks, wrapping a hand around his fully exposed cock. He slowly tugs along the length. This image is so familiar by now, but it still makes Ricky squirm. Gyuvin watches as Ricky struggles and whines and fights having to beg. He must get off on it, because Gyuvin always spends a little too much time just watching.
Ricky doesn’t mind though, he likes putting on a show. He likes knowing that Gyuvin finds him attractive and is actively choosing to risk his career for him.
When Ricky doesn’t respond, Gyuvin’s face moves to the side of Ricky’s, breath hot against his cheek. “I said, please, what? Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
Ricky narrows his eyes. “Surely, you know by now. I don’t have to spell it out. Is your memory that bad?”
Gyuvin scoffs, slapping Ricky’s exposed ass with a quick thwack. “You’re not acting very good right now. You’ve given me no reason to give you what you want.”
Despite that, Gyuvin’s fingers start to prod at his ass. He actually gasps as Gyuvin spits a fat glob of saliva directly on Ricky’s hole. It’s so disgusting and beneath him but it makes his cock ache and his mind run wild.
Gyuvin never has to worry about this part because Ricky’s actually started preparing himself for this. He cleans himself out everytime he knows he’s going to see Gyuvin just in case something happens between them. If that isn’t proof that he’s actually lost his mind, he isn’t sure what is.
Gyuvin’s pointer finger pushes past Ricky’s tight rim and descends right until his knuckle. Ricky bites onto his bottom lip to suppress any sort of sound, but it’s impossible when Gyuvin aims to make him scream at his every movement.
It’s only one finger but the stretch already feels so good. Ricky arches his back to meet Gyuvin’s hand, which has started to pump in and out of him.
“You really are such a terrible actor.” Gyuvin says, pushing another finger in as he adds more spit. Ricky shivers every time it drops against his skin. “You can’t act for one second that you don’t want my cock.”
“You say that like I’m desperate for it,” Ricky bites back.
“Are you trying to pretend like you aren’t?” Gyuvin asks, shoving his fingers in and out of him as he starts to scissor them apart. They curve right up into the deepest parts of him, barely brushing against that sweet spot. Gyuvin’s missing it on purpose. He always makes Ricky wait.
“I’m not,” Ricky lies.
Gyuvin sees right through him, laughing cold and low. “I’m not really feeling any reason to stay.” He jerks his fingers upward, causing Ricky to yelp.
“T-Then go.” Ricky mumbles, eyes shut tight. He’s already panting and needy, he isn’t sure he can’t last any longer like this. He needs Gyuvin and he needs him now.
When Gyuvin actually pulls his hand back and leaves Ricky shaking against the cabinets, Ricky feels like his heart shatters on the spot. His chest constricts as genuine fear fills his mind. “W-Wait, don’t go.”
The thought of Gyuvin leaving him there tied up and horny shouldn’t make him any more turned on but for some stupid reason, it really does. It mixes with the fear of losing his warmth.
Gyuvin’s hand freezes over the door knob. Ricky notices there isn’t even a goddamn lock. “Why should I stay? You just told me to go.”
“I didn’t mean it.” Ricky rubs his thighs together, losing any sort of resolve and self-preservation. “I’ll be good, you know I can be.”
“Then start acting like it.” Gyuvin rolls his eyes, walking back over to Ricky. “You’re acting like a spoiled slut, you know. You need to be more humble. I’m still waiting for a reason to fuck you.”
Ricky moans as Gyuvin’s pointer finger traces a slow circle around his aching hole. He doesn’t need a reason but Gyuvin still likes to pretend that he does. They both already know how this is going to end.
“Don’t be mean.” Ricky mumbles, face burning hot.
“You like it when I am, though.” Gyuvin replies, dropping his other hand on the curve of Ricky’s ass. “You like it when I’m mean.”
Ricky won’t deny that. “Please, Gyuvin. Fuck me already.”
“Really? That’s your best effort? You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Gyuvin says as he pushes three fingers back in, stretching Ricky open wider.
Ricky gasps, feeling his fingernails dig into his palms. “Please, Gyuvin. I need you to fuck me, I- I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re getting better, but I’m still not feeling it.” Gyuvin shoves his fingers deeper, jutting right into Ricky’s prostate.
Ricky throws his head back and moans. He thinks he might cry if Gyuvin doesn’t stick his dick inside him in the next three seconds. “Please, please, please, Gyuvin. I need your cock so bad, please. I-I’ve been good.”
Gyuvin hums, finally satisfied. “Was that really so hard? I’ll give you what you want, princess. Don’t think I don’t know you can do better than that, though.”
Gyuvin, after stretching and prepping Ricky to the best of his ability, pulls his hand back and focuses on stroking his dick. Ricky looks back at Gyuvin through half-lidded eyes, excitement spilling throughout his chest once more.
Gyuvin smirks and holds eye contact as he spits more saliva over his cock, coating it completely. Ricky shakes at the idea of Gyuvin fucking him raw. They have been for a while now, but it still gives him the same sort of high every single time. It’s so dirty and goes against everything he’s ever stood for. Yet, it’s another thing that Gyuvin has made him actively want and pray for.
Another bullet point added to the list of things ruined for him. No one else could get him this worked up and needy. No one could ever catch him pinned against filing cabinets in the closet of a courtroom. No one but Kim Gyuvin.
Gyuvin takes a step forward and lines up his cock with the edge of Ricky’s rim. His cockhead rubs against it and causes him to whimper. “Please.”
Gyuvin chuckles, using his other hand to grip onto Ricky’s waist. “Please, what?” He uses an annoying tone that makes Ricky want to slap him. The same one he used only minutes prior.
Ricky cannot physically wait any longer, though. He feels like he might explode if Gyuvin takes any more time. He’s tired of all this foreplay and all he wants is Gyuvin’s dick melting his mind and destroying his hole.
“Please, fuck me. I need your cock, Gyuvin. Please, please, please.” He begs again, feeling tears start to form in his eyes.
“Relax, kitty. I got you.” Gyuvin practically sings out as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into Ricky.
Despite how thorough Gyuvin can be in preparing him, it never feels like enough. Ricky could be stretched and prepped to the very limit and Gyuvin always feels like way too much. He fills up not only his ass but his heart and soul.
Ricky feels himself choke on his spit as he whines through the stretch. “Gyuvinnn.”
“I got you, baby.” Gyuvin says again, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Ricky’s neck. His thumb rubs soft circles into Ricky’s skin.
It’s so, so much more tender than how it usually is. Ricky’s wondering if there’s some sort of catch that he isn’t privy to. Gyuvin came to him mad and horny and usually that blends into the hottest sex he could ever imagine. Gyuvin takes and takes and Ricky is always dedicated to giving. Yet, Gyuvin’s finally treating him like he actually is a princess for once.
Gyuvin bottoms out and his cockhead presses deep against Ricky’s prostate. As much as he loves how tender this has become, he needs to get off and he needs it fast.
“Please, Gyuvin. Move, or something. God, just fuck me.” Ricky babbles out, eyes shut tight.
“You said don’t be mean. I’m being nice.” Gyuvin smirks, kissing and sucking on Ricky’s neck. His teeth pinch at Ricky’s skin, causing him to moan.
“I meant- God, you’re being an asshole.” Ricky whines.
Gyuvin slowly moves inside him, shifting his hips backwards. “Make up your mind. Do you want me mean, or do you want me nice? You can’t have both, Ricky.”
Ricky takes a deep breath, opening his eyes to look back at Gyuvin. His face is right in front of him, lips pressing against his chin now. “Do your worst.”
Gyuvin laughs. “There we go, kitty. No need to pretend like you aren’t a slut. We both know the truth.”
With that, Gyuvin slams his hips into Ricky without warning. Ricky screams, throwing his head back and gasping. Gyuvin moves back and then forth just as fast. His teeth sink into Ricky’s neck, tongue licking at the bitemarks.
Ricky doesn’t even try holding in his sounds anymore. The whole courthouse could probably hear them, but at this point who cares? His world is thoroughly being rocked and his mind trapped on one thought and one thought alone: Gyuvin.
Gyuvin’s dick repeatedly slamming up against his prostate while he leaves mark after mark all over his skin. His neck is going to look like a goddamn battle ground. He’s going to need to buy more concealer but he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t even want to hide them, cock leaking at the thought of everyone seeing them on him. They’d gossip, ‘oh, who’s that lucky lady? She must be feisty’. They’d have no clue that it was Gyuvin who did it.
“Gyuvin,” Ricky keeps chanting out, voice catching on moans and high-pitched breaths. He’s practically drooling by this point. Gyuvin uses his other hand to pull on Ricky’s chin, forcing him to look at him face-to-face.
Gyuvin kisses Ricky with such passion and rigor that Ricky thinks he might die from suffocation. He might actually forget to breathe. It’s all too much. It’s always too much whenever Gyuvin gets like this. His hands, his cock, his mouth, his everything—
Their lips slam and slot together, each movement getting messier and messier. Gyuvin’s hand shifts off Ricky’s waist to grip his aching and neglected cock. He tugs on it hard, quickly jerking him off as he continues his thrusts.
Ricky won’t last much longer like this but it’s impossible to tell him when Gyuvin’s eating him alive. His tongue slips into his mouth and fills up any of his remaining senses. With how sloppy Gyuvin’s thrusts are getting, Ricky doesn’t think he’s going to last much longer either.
Ricky moans into Gyuvin’s mouth as his climax hits him full force. He cums all over Gyuvin’s hand as it spills onto all of the filing cabinets. Gyuvin quickened his pace to something even more brutal as he continued to abuse Ricky’s prostate.
With one final thrust, Gyuvin forces his cock as deep as he can as he cums inside. Gyuvin’s orgasm hits Ricky even harder than his own did. He bites down onto Ricky’s bottom lip and opens his eyes, watching Ricky fall apart on his dick.
Gyuvin breaths against him, the hot air causing Ricky to feel even more tired. The post-sex exhaustion always hits him the hardest whenever he’s done with Gyuvin. Tonight is no different.
Gyuvin presses one final kiss to the corner of Ricky’s mouth as he pulls out. Ricky groans at the feeling of being so empty, but also at the sensation of Gyuvin’s cum dripping down his thighs.
Gyuvin’s a sweetheart when he wants to be, though. He quickly unties Ricky’s restraints and massages his wrists softly. Then, he takes his blazer and uses it to clean Ricky up as well as he can.
Ricky takes a few moments to regain his composure as he leans against the filing cabinets. Eventually, Gyuvin starts putting his clothes back on so Ricky does the same. He never knows what to say to him after they finish. They’ve done what they set out to do, so there’s nothing left to really say.
“Were you scared, sweetheart?” Gyuvin breaks the silence, smirking at Ricky as he buttons up his pants. “Did you think I was going to leave you here?”
“As if you were actually going to. You didn’t even put your pants back on.” Ricky rolls his eyes as he buttons up his shirt. “Not even you're stupid enough to flash the entire courthouse.”
Gyuvin chuckles, leaning against the filing cabinets while watching Ricky dress. “I might have. You were acting like a brat. You know, it’s not that hard to admit what you want. Especially when it comes to me.”
Gyuvin’s talking about the sex they have and that’s it. Despite knowing that, Ricky’s mind lingers to a different kind of want that he’s been actively pushing away from thinking about. A pain-staking dream that he’s never been able to enjoy completely. Not when their lives exist in their current state.
“You like the chase, don’t you?” Ricky exhales, pulling up his pants. “Why should I make it easy for you?”
Gyuvin shrugs. “It doesn’t always have to be like that.”
Ricky looks up at him. “What do you mean?”
Gyuvin’s eyes meet his own. “Let me take you out for dinner.”
“What?” Ricky doesn’t believe his ears. Part of him thinks he may have been fucked out of a sensible state of mind. What is Gyuvin trying to say? There’s something Ricky wants it to mean, but he’ll never believe that until Gyuvin says it. Even so, Ricky would think Gyuvin is playing around and joking with him.
Gyuvin puts his hands in his pockets. For the first time since they met, Gyuvin looks a little shy. The pink in his cheeks is definitely from the events that just transpired, but it’s also from a growing coyness that’s extremely unfamiliar.
“Let me take you out for dinner, Ricky.” Gyuvin repeats as leans up from the cabinets, standing tall as he walks over to him. “A nice restaurant right in the heart of Dongho-ro. Just you and me.”
Ricky finishes buttoning his pants and tucking in his shirt before responding. It takes a few more moments than he’d like to admit before he fully comprehends what exactly Gyuvin is saying.
“If you’re trying to convince me to drop this case, it won’t work.” Is the response Ricky settles on. It’s always about work between them so he just assumes Gyuvin’s trying to bribe him out of representing his client. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Gyuvin shakes his head. “Forget about that. Don’t even think about work, alright? I just want to take you out.”
“On… a date?” Ricky makes no effort to sound anything less than surprised, because to be honest that’s all he is right now. “You’re asking me out on a date?”
Gyuvin’s smile widens and he chuckles. Ricky doesn’t miss the way his face reddens. “Yeah, I’d like to take you on a date.”
Ricky sighs, taking a step closer to Gyuvin. He starts fixing Gyuvin’s tie, looking up at him. “And why on earth would you want to do that?”
Gyuvin must not expect that because he chokes on his tongue. “Wha- what?”
Ricky won’t make it easy. Even if it’s all he’s ever wanted to hear. Even if it’s what he lies awake thinking about at night. That’s just not how things work between them.
“Tell me why you want to take me out and maybe I’ll let you.” Ricky pulls up Gyuvin’s tie and smirks up at him. “You better make it good, because I have a long list of suitors. Why should I even give you the light of day?”
Gyuvin pouts. If Ricky had no self control he’d kiss him but unfortunately he’s not prepared for an act so tender yet. Not when everything is so uncertain and Ricky’s heart is still too soft. He can still feel Gyuvin’s fingerprints all over his skin.
“Do I even need to mention how good I fuck you? Or how well you take my cock?” Gyuvin shrugs.
Ricky rolls his eyes, annoyed. “That’s not how you ask people out on dates, Gyuvin. I mean, really? Way to make me feel beautiful.”
“But you are beautiful, Ricky. You already know that.” Gyuvin’s hand moves to brush away Ricky’s messy bangs. “Do you really need me to tell you that?”
Ricky purses his lips. He’s fishing again. For attention and well-thought out care and anything Gyuvin is willing to offer him. “Have you ever thought that maybe I would?”
Gyuvin’s grin softens to a kind smile. “I think you’re really beautiful, Ricky. I love whenever you glare at me from across the courtroom and I get a full look at you. Do you know how hard it is to keep myself from popping a boner like that?”
Ricky snorts, rolling his eyes again. “You were off to a good start, but I think someone needs to teach you some manners.”
“We can’t all be well-trained as you are.” Gyuvin smirks. “Have you ever been told to sit, stay, and roll over? I think you’d be good at it.”
Ricky’s eyes narrow but his cheeks warm up. “You’re really not convincing me to say yes, you know.”
“Come on, Ricky.” Gyuvin’s hands drop to Ricky’s waist. His thumbs rub soft circles against the top of his hips. “You know you want to say yes. When have you ever said no?”
Gyuvin’s right but Ricky hates it when he is. Ricky would never admit this out loud to anyone, but Gyuvin’s right about most things. To be honest, it’s what Ricky likes most about him. No one challenges Ricky like Gyuvin does. No one’s ever had the courage to, anyway. Meanwhile, Ricky could say the sky is blue and Gyuvin could find some way to refute it.
“Can you even afford a place like that?” Ricky places his hand on Gyuvin’s chest. “I don’t want you taking out a loan for me.”
Gyuvin doesn’t take offense and instead laughs. “Were you always this spoiled and bratty?”
“Since the day I was born. Think you can handle it?” Ricky wants him to say what he already knows. Of course Gyuvin can.
Gyuvin smirks. “Like anyone else could. I’m the only one who knows how to handle you. That’s what you’ve been waiting for, right? Someone to put you in your place and in your own words, tame you?”
Ricky regrets saying that because his core heats up all over again. They only just finished and by his words alone Gyuvin can get him all worked up again. Truly, he’s never met anyone else like Gyuvin. He’s one of a kind through-and-through.
“Something like that.” Ricky wraps his fingers around Gyuvin’s tie, tugging softly. “We’ll have to be discreet, you know. No one can know about this.”
“When am I not?” Gyuvin pouts, crossing his arms.
Ricky doesn’t answer that and instead pulls away from him as he walks towards the door. “I’m free Friday night after work.”
“I’ll pick you up from work.”
Ricky turns around. “And how exactly is that discreet?”
Gyuvin shrugs. “Unless you want to give me your address.”
The thought of Gyuvin knowing where Ricky lives is a little exciting. He could just show up whenever he wanted to and Ricky believes that he actually would. Whenever he’s least expecting it, or rather when Ricky needs him most of all, Gyuvin could just show up. He likes that idea a lot more.
Ricky holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
Gyuvin smirks and hands over his phone, allowing Ricky to put his contact in. He sends himself a message and gives his phone back.
As Gyuvin slips the phone back in his pocket, he smiles wide. “So, I’ll pick you up at eight.”
Ricky’s hand wraps around the doorknob as he looks back at Gyuvin. “It’s a date.”
When they’re walking down the hallway and Ricky thinks he’s finally free from any more embarrassment, Gyuvin’s hand slams against his ass in a hard slap.
Ricky almost yelps before he clenches his fists, stomping his foot on the ground. He turns around to glare at Gyuvin who acts like nothing even happened. He’s whistling and acting oblivious and Ricky wants to kiss him until they’re both out of breath.
So, he pulls Gyuvin’s wrist along as they walk out of the courthouse into the cold night.
It takes everything in his power to pull away from Gyuvin as they’re making out in the parking lot right besides his black BMW. Gyuvin’s thigh is between his legs again and they’re already being way too dangerous about all this.
Like the mature adult he is, Ricky pulls away with a huff.
“I need to go.” Ricky says.
Gyuvin nips at the side of his mouth, peppering his cheek in soft kisses. “Come on, a few more minutes?”
Ricky rolls his eyes and pushes ever-so slightly against Gyuvin’s chest. There’s barely any power and he doesn’t even want to stop but they need to stop. “You can wait three days.”
Gyuvin sighs, pressing his mouth on the base of Ricky’s neck. “I’ll try.”
“Goodnight, Gyuvin.” Ricky tries but Gyuvin doesn’t move. He continues to kiss and suck on his neck. Ricky’s dick starts to stir again. “I said goodnight.”
Gyuvin lets out an over-the-top groan and takes a step back. “Fine, fine. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
Ricky watches as Gyuvin reluctantly walks back to his car across the lot. He grins and waves as he gets in his car. Ricky waves back, taking a few seconds to breath before he gets in his car.
He must sit there for an hour or so because when he looks at the clock, it’s almost 8:00pm. His hands grip the steering wheel while he stares out into the fading night sky.
His ass still kind of hurts and he’s a little exhausted. He has to wake up early tomorrow for a different case and he hasn’t even left the parking lot. Ricky’s mind keeps replaying every moment Gyuvin’s hands were on him. He keeps thinking about how Gyuvin actually asked him out on a date and seemingly meant it.
Ricky is the furthest thing from naive, but even he can get insecure sometimes. He wouldn’t even call it insecurity, not really. He just understands his place in this world better than anyone else. He understands that they can’t just start acting like anything has changed.
They still work in completely different fields and Ricky could never be seen with him in public without it causing some sort of scandal. Gyuvin knows that but he’s still willing to risk it… and for what?
As he’s about to slam his head against the steering wheel, his phone buzzes from his pocket.
He pulls it out and looks down at the notification from Gyuvin’s unsaved number.
‘still thinking about you’
Attached is a picture of Gyuvin standing in his bathroom. The mirror is foggy and he’s wearing nothing but a towel. Water glistens from his skin and Ricky swears he sees it drip down his torso despite the fact it’s just a picture.
Ricky types out a hasty response.
‘No wonder you look constipated.’
‘Try thinking a little less next time?’
Gyuvin immediately responds, his speech bubble appearing and disappearing.
‘so feisty, kitty’
‘is this how you talk to all your hookups? no wonder youre single’
‘and where's my pic?’
Ricky almost laughs at the audacity. Here he is, still sitting in his car and Gyuvin expects some sort of- what, nude? Some sexy picture from him? He’s literally lost it in every sense of the phase.
No one gets under his skin like Gyuvin does. That’s been reaffirmed time and time again. And now, Ricky doesn’t think anyone ever will.
‘Say a prayer and look under your pillow, princess.’
Gyuvin types back faster.
‘ok i checked and theres nothing there’
‘are you sure it’s not under my bed? i heard monsters hide under there’
Ricky could go on like this all night. Instead of wasting any more of his time, he starts his car and takes a deep breath. He turns on the radio to a retro-station and pulls out of the parking lot.
Gyuvin will have to sit with himself because Ricky doesn’t have the time to babysit.
He ignores every buzz from his phone and focuses on the music.
When Ricky gets home, he stumbles into the shower and scrubs himself clean. He can still feel the faint imprints of Gyuvin’s hands all over him. Those touches never leave that fast, and even if they did, they usually come back even faster.
As he’s standing in front of the mirror with a towel hung low around his hips, he feels like an idiot. Is this really want people like? Some half-assed picture meant to be used when getting off?
Though, as Ricky thinks about it, it makes him slightly blush. Would Gyuvin really use this to masturbate? Gyuvin might start sending videos of him doing jerking off now that he has his number.
What kind of Pandora's box has Ricky really opened?
Before he can talk himself out of it, he snaps a quick low-effort picture and sends it to Gyuvin. He quickly changes into pajamas and slips into bed.
It’s almost midnight but Gyuvin still responds.
Instead of some sort of erotic video, Ricky’s met with a few lines of text.
‘youre really so beautiful ricky’
‘the most beautiful person ive ever met’
‘wish i was there to fuck you against the mirror’
‘want you to see how it looks from my point of view’
‘want you to see how pretty you get’
‘goodnight princess’
Ricky sighs as his heart swells instead of his dick. Dealing with an erection would be so much easier than dealing with whatever feelings Gyuvin always erupts within him. He’d much rather deal with his libido instead of his fucked-up perceptions of love.
‘Goodnight, Gyuvin.’
Ricky places his phone on his night stand and closes his eyes.
After working three more days, Ricky was kind of over everything.
One of his cases went wrong that Friday morning and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Despite what everyone says about him, he actually does care about most of his clients. Whenever they lose, it feels a little personal. He can’t help but not care. He puts his heart and soul into every case despite how badly it affects him mentally.
This one hurt a little more because it wasn’t like his usual cases.
He spends all of his time as a prosecutor, but sometimes he’ll take on a rare defense case. Usually only if it peaks his interest or if the pay is too good to ignore.
Most of the people he represents are rich socialites looking for a quick get-out-of-jail free card. Ricky can always provide that, but this case was a workplace dispute between an employee and CEO. Instead of the CEO, he was representing the employee.
All the cards were stacked against them from the start. Wrongful termination cases are usually easy to win for him, but this time the corporation covered all their bases. Right when Ricky thought it might be possible, he lost the case.
He apologized to the employee but they seemed to understand how it goes. Sometimes, no matter how good your defense is, there’s nothing to be done against a biased or bribed judge.
Ricky realizes that he’s a part of and adds to the problem, but sometimes it’s hard seeing the powerful people win. He thinks that’s why Gyuvin gets so worked up about it.
Speaking of, Gyuvin’s been bothering him every second of every day on top of that. It’s like Gyuvin has zero phone etiquette at all. He just texts him whenever he has a thought that he thinks Ricky should know about. Most of them are about stupid things, but the other half is Gyuvin running his dirty, sleazy mouth.
Ricky’s only human after all, so he can’t help the fact that he loves it so much. It’s an extra bonus whenever Gyuvin sends him a picture of himself. Usually, he’s fully clothed, but sometimes when it’s really late at night, he’ll send a picture of himself in bed with only his lower half covered by a sheer blanket.
He’s teasing him. Ricky’s well aware of that so he’s decided to hold out on him by sending nothing back at all. He’ll respond, sure, but Gyuvin’s not getting any more sexy pictures from him. Not until he learns what patience is.
When the end of the day comes and Ricky finally clocks out, he wonders if he should cancel the date. He’s tired and still pissed off and nothing’s feeling quite right.
However, if Gyuvin didn’t understand where Ricky was coming from then he could accidentally ruin everything. This progress, however slow, is all Ricky truly wanted. He doesn’t want Gyuvin getting the wrong idea about it and thinking Ricky isn’t interested.
Instead of freaking out about it, he decides he should just be honest.
As he’s sitting in front of his make-up mirror, Ricky quickly sends Gyuvin a message after typing and re-typing the same few sentences.
‘I’m really frustrated.’
Gyuvin responds immediately.
‘how come?’
‘Lost a case today. I don’t know why I care so much, I lose all the time.’
‘no you dont lol’
‘you never lose’
‘maybe thats why?’
‘No, that’s not it. I don’t know.’
Ricky stares at the screen. Gyuvin doesn’t reply for a few minutes so Ricky thinks he must have gotten distracted. He looks back up at the mirror and runs a hand over his face.
Suddenly, his phone starts buzzing as Gyuvin’s contact blows up on the screen. He’s calling him.
Ricky picks up. “Hello?”
“You sounded crazy depressed in your messages.” Gyuvin says from the other side. “Had to make sure you’re not about to cry.”
Ricky rolls his eyes. “I’m not depressed. I’m just tired.”
“Long week, huh?”
“Yeah. Longer than usual.”
“It’s ‘cause you haven’t seen me since Tuesday.”
“No, it’s not.” Ricky says in a bratty tone which causes Gyuvin to laugh.
“Right, right. So, what happened?”
“I already told you, I lost a case.”
“Obviously, I meant talk to me about it. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
“I don’t need you to help me, Gyuvin. I can handle it myself. I’m not a child.” Ricky says with a little too much bark, and suddenly it feels like an actual argument. He’s not even being honest, because if he didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t have even messaged Gyuvin in the first place.
He’s acting too snarky and he only gets like this when he’s frustrated. Usually, he’s good at keeping a facade up but when it’s paired with exhaustion, it’s really hard to. Especially now that Gyuvin’s added to the mix.
“I’m-… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Ricky says after a few moments of silence. “It’s just been a long day.”
“It’s okay, Ricky.” He can hear Gyuvin’s smile through his tone. He’s been a lot kinder than what Ricky deserves. “I get it. You should see me after I lose a case.”
He has seen him after he lost a case. He fucked him into next year after he lost a case. Ricky still thinks he’ll never be able to think about anything else when he thinks about that day. How could he? It was the first time they ever started seeing each other like that. The first time Ricky ever got fucked so good he thought he’d get addicted. He supposes that he has.
“Do you… do you ever question why you do this?” Ricky asks, voice small.
“What do you mean?” Gyuvin asks.
“Do you ever wonder why you chose to be a lawyer? Or why you keep going despite seeing how ugly the world is?” Ricky sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Despite… adding to that ugliness.”
Gyuvin thinks for a few moments, tapping on the end of his phone case. “I used to when I first started working. I thought everyone was so heartless. I honestly thought you were too when we first met.”
“I don’t blame you.” Ricky mumbles, staring at himself in the mirror. “I wasn’t exactly the nicest.”
“I don’t think that now. Even when you really piss me off and make me mad, I could never think you’re heartless, Ricky. I see how passionate you get when we’re on the courtroom floor. I see how nervous you act during deliberation when you think no one’s looking. I see how badly you care. Heartless lawyers don’t act like that.”
Ricky’s heart swells inside his throat. His lip quivers slightly as he sits with Gyuvin’s words.
“I mean, I didn’t think I had what it takes at first. I got so angry and upset after every loss. I just couldn’t understand how the judge or jury didn’t see what I saw. That’s what I love so much about being a defense attorney. I can sway everyone's minds and prove that someone’s innocent. While I love it, it can also be really taxing mentally sometimes.”
Ricky agrees with that. He doesn’t do defense cases often. He had a 100% defense success rate before today, and now he knows what it feels like to lose. And this time, it wasn’t even some sort of out-of-touch billionaire that he could stop feeling sorry for. This was a working class woman who was wrongfully terminated and is now left without a job or any way to support herself.
He knows there was nothing he could have done but he still feels guilty. He still feels bad.
“It was defense.” Ricky sighs, sitting back in his chair. “A wrongful termination case against Hyunsung Auto Tech. I should have realized I couldn’t win that before I started, but I really thought I could. I guess I was naive.”
“No, you were hopeful. I would have thought I could win that, too.” Gyuvin says. No one ever wins a case against Hyunsung Auto Tech. They have the strongest and most powerful legal team in the entire country, maybe even the entire world.
“Either way, I lost and now I feel like shit.”
“Did you… want to cancel?” Gyuvin asks in an uncertain tone.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t want to but I don’t want to ruin our date.”
“You wouldn’t be ruining anything, Ricky. And what, you don’t think I can cheer you up?”
Ricky chuckles. “I didn’t say that. I don’t want you thinking I didn’t want to go out with you. Or that I wasn’t interested.”
“Please, Ricky, I’ve heard how you scream my name. I know you’re interested.”
“Your inflated ego will be the death of you.” Ricky groans.
Gyuvin exhales a soft giggle. “I’ll pick you up in an hour, alright? And don’t worry about anything. You don’t have to try with me. I like you as you are.”
Ricky smiles. For as mean as Gyuvin can be when he asks for it, he’s just as sweet despite Ricky never asking for it.
“Okay. I’ll see you in an hour.”
After they hang up, Ricky stares at himself in the mirror for a few more minutes before getting ready. He doesn’t have to worry about impressing Gyuvin or even dressing up all that fancy. He still will, because he’s Shen Quanrui for god's sake, but he smiles at the fact that he doesn’t have to if he doesn't want to.
Ricky continues getting ready as he counts down the minutes until Gyuvin picks him up.
Ricky decided to wait outside of his apartment. He was getting too antsy pacing the floors of his living room. He thought he might actually burn a hole in the floor.
When Gyuvin’s Mercedes pulls up on the side of the road, Ricky thinks his heart will explode out of his chest.
Before he can move, Gyuvin opens the door and struts out. He’s smiling wide and holding something behind his back. He’s dressed up in a suit that Ricky’s never seen before. It’s a deep, navy blue that makes Gyuvin look really attractive. Gyuvin never has to try hard for that, though.
Gyuvin walks over to Ricky. He actually shifts between his feet like he’s nervous.
“Hi.” Gyuvin says.
“Hello, Gyuvin.” Ricky grins.
Gyuvin then pulls out what he was holding behind his back.
It’s a beautiful bouquet of roses.
Ricky’s heart skips a beat and he feels silly for almost getting worked up over something so many other terrible past-boyfriends have given him. With Gyuvin, it feels different.
He can’t stop himself from making fun of him, though.
“Roses? Really?” Ricky smirks.
Gyuvin shrugs, handing them to Ricky. “Thought you seemed like the basic type.”
Ricky actually laughs, wrapping an arm around Gyuvin’s. “Oh, you know me so well. Don’t I just scream basic?”
Gyuvin walks Ricky back over to his car. “Definitely.”
When they’re finally both in Gyuvin’s car and driving towards the restaurant Gyuvin picked out, Ricky can’t stop smiling. Gyuvin keeps looking over at him every chance he gets. Ricky meets his gaze and they both nervously laugh.
Gyuvin’s hand suddenly drops on Ricky’s thigh, holding onto him with a soft grip.
Ricky looks out of the window as his eyes focus on the passing telephone lines.
He supposes losing his career and inheritance isn’t such a bad fate. Not if it meant he could be with Gyuvin.
As Gyuvin’s hand tightens around his thigh, Ricky decides that it’d be worth it.