The room was filled with the soft, melodic sound of piano keys as Sasha's fingers glided effortlessly across the instrument. His brow furrowed in concentration, his usual playful demeanor replaced with rare seriousness. Beom walked in, cradling a large bowl of potato chips generously smothered in melted cheese, a satisfied grin plastered across his face. His pregnant belly peeked out slightly from his oversized hoodie, and he waddled to where Sasha was seated.
With a dramatic groan, Beom plopped down next to Sasha on the piano bench, balancing the bowl on his lap. "Aigoo," he muttered, adjusting himself to find a comfortable position. "Sasha, do you ever take a break? Or is this your new way of avoiding house chores?"
Sasha's fingers paused mid-note, and he turned to Beom with an amused grin. "You're the one who told me to play something relaxing. And now you're here interrupting my masterpiece." His voice was light with mock offense, but his hand instinctively reached out to rub Beom's round belly.
Beom raised a brow, smirking as he grabbed a chip and popped it into his mouth. "Masterpiece, huh? Pretty sure I heard you hit a wrong note back there."
"I never hit wrong notes," Sasha shot back, leaning in to press a kiss on Beom's lips.
Beom mumbled a soft "mhhmm" against Sasha's lips before pulling back and scooping up a chip smothered in cheese. Without warning, he shoved it into Sasha's mouth, smirking as the other man chewed.
"Spicy," Sasha croaked, his eyes widening as he reached for his water bottle. "Why didn't you warn me?"
"Where's the fun in that?" Beom snickered, popping another chip into his mouth. "I figured you needed some excitement after boring yourself to death with that piano piece."
Sasha's mouth fell open in mock offense. "Excuse me? Boring? Beom, I was pouring my heart into that."
Beom waved him off with a laugh. "Your heart, huh? Sounds more like you were pouring out an old lullaby. I almost fell asleep just listening."
Sasha narrowed his eyes but smiled. "Fine, since you're such a music critic, why don't you tell me what you do like?"
Beom leaned back, rubbing his belly thoughtfully. "Something upbeat. Something fun. Maybe a little dramatic—you know, like my life since meeting you."
"Dramatic? You mean the part where you keep sneaking chips behind my back or the part where you blame your cravings on the baby?" Sasha teased, poking Beom's side.
Beom swatted Sasha's hand away with an indignant huff. "First of all, these chips are a necessity. Second, I am eating for two, you insensitive idiot. Show some respect."
Sasha laughed, shaking his head as he turned back to the piano. His fingers brushed over the keys as he began to play something livelier, the melody bouncing with energy. Beom tilted his head, his brows knitting together. "What is that?" he asked, pointing a chip toward the keys.
"It's a little jazz," Sasha replied smugly. "Something with a little flair. Happy now?"
Beom shrugged, pretending to be unimpressed. "It's alright. I mean, it's no K-pop banger, but it'll do."
Sasha paused and turned to him, feigning shock. "K-pop? Beom, do you even know the first thing about jazz?"
"Do you know the first thing about carrying a baby while craving spicy chips at 9 p.m.?" Beom shot back, smirking as he stuffed another chip into his mouth.
Sasha burst out laughing, his hands falling from the keys. "Touché, baby. Touché."
Beom leaned into Sasha's side with a playful smile, his free hand resting on his belly. "Alright, Maestro. I'll give you a B+ for effort. But next time, play something I can actually vibe to, okay?"
Sasha smiled down at him, pressing another kiss to his temple. "Anything for you, baby."
Beom shifted slightly on the piano bench, resting one hand protectively on his growing belly and the other casually holding the bowl of chips. He smirked as he glanced at Sasha, who was still gracefully playing his "masterpiece."
"Anything, huh?" Beom said, his tone playful but challenging.
Sasha glanced at him, curious. "What do you mean, anything?"
"Well, since you're so good at playing the piano and composing all these 'hits' that you think are better than Mozart," Beom teased, narrowing his eyes mischievously, "why don't you sing a song for me? In Russian. You are Russian, after all. Impress me."
Sasha paused, his fingers hovering over the keys as he let out a soft chuckle. "Sing for you? In Russian? Do you have any idea what kind of privilege that is?" he teased back, his lips curling into a smirk.
Beom rolled his eyes dramatically, waving his hand dismissively. "Aigoo, Sasha, don't act like you're some international pop star. Just sing. Or are you all talk and no vocal talent?"
"Careful, Beom-ki," Sasha warned playfully, tilting his head. "I might just blow you away with my voice, and then what will you do?"
"Blow me away? Please." Beom leaned forward, placing the chips aside. "The only thing blowing me away is the fact that I let you survive this long in my life. Now sing, or I'm never cooking for you again."
Sasha chuckled again, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Fine, fine. Just remember, you asked for it." He began to hum a deep, haunting melody, his voice soft at first, then growing stronger as he transitioned into Russian. The words flowed like silk, rich and warm, wrapping around Beom like a blanket.
Beom listened intently, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced by something softer. The language sounded so beautiful, so intimate, that he found himself mesmerized. As Sasha finished the song, Beom sat there, blinking as if waking from a dream.
"Okay," Beom said after a moment, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "Not bad. I mean, I didn't understand a single word, but you didn't sound terrible. So, congrats."
Sasha laughed, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable."
"I know," Beom said smugly. Then, without warning, he leaned forward, his lips capturing Sasha's in a kiss. It started soft and tentative, but it quickly deepened, the warmth between them growing as Sasha responded.
Sasha's hands cupped Beom's face gently, pulling him closer, careful of Beom's belly. Beom felt his heart racing, and before he could stop himself, he pulled back just enough to whisper, "I love you."
The words hung in the air like a spark waiting to catch fire. Sasha froze, his eyes wide with surprise. Beom had never said that before, not in such a straightforward, heartfelt way. For a moment, Sasha could only stare at him, his lips parted in shock.
"Don't just sit there like a fish," Beom muttered, trying to lighten the mood, though his cheeks burned red. "Say something before I take it back."
Sasha broke into a soft smile, his hand still on Beom's cheek. "I… didn't expect that," he said, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. "You don't know how much it means to hear you say that."
"Well, don't get used to it," Beom grumbled, avoiding Sasha's gaze, though his lips quirked into a small smile. "I'm not going to turn into some mushy, lovesick fool like you."
Sasha laughed softly, pulling Beom into another kiss, this one slower, sweeter. "Too late," Sasha murmured against his lips. "You're already my lovesick fool."
Beom leaned back slightly, letting out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he looked at Sasha. The playful smile tugging at his lips gave away his intentions even before he spoke.
"Sasha," Beom murmured, his voice low and inviting, sending a shiver down Sasha's spine. "I'm in the mood…"
Sasha raised a brow, his fingers still idly playing the last few notes of the piano piece. "Oh?" he asked, feigning innocence, though the smirk threatening to spread on his face betrayed his amusement.
Beom leaned closer, their faces only inches apart now, the warmth radiating between them electric. "I've been feeling it since yesterday," Beom confessed, his voice husky and teasing as his lips brushed lightly against Sasha's.
Sasha tilted his head, intrigued, as Beom closed the distance, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both slow and intentional. It was the kind of kiss that left no room for misinterpretation. Just as Sasha began to respond, Beom pulled back, his breath warm against Sasha's lips.
"I loosened up while I was showering earlier," Beom said in a soft, almost breathless tone, his voice laced with a playful edge. "And now, I can't wait any longer."
Sasha chuckled softly, his hands instinctively moving to rest on Beom's waist, careful not to put pressure on his belly. "You can't wait, huh?" Sasha teased, his voice low as he matched Beom's energy.
"Nope," Beom replied, diving back in for another kiss, this one deeper, more desperate. He poured every ounce of desire he had been holding back into it, his fingers tangling in Sasha's hair. He broke away just enough to whisper against Sasha's lips, "We can do it here… on the piano."
Sasha froze for a split second, his mind racing at the implications. "The piano?" he repeated, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Yeah," Beom said, his hands already moving to the buttons of Sasha's shirt, his touch both deliberate and teasing. "Hurry up and give it to me."
"Beom-ki, you're impossible," Sasha muttered, though he couldn't hide the smile that spread across his face as Beom pressed another kiss to his lips.
Beom's hands worked quickly, his fingers deftly undoing Sasha's buttons as he trailed kisses along Sasha's jawline and down to his collarbone. The mix of urgency and tenderness in Beom's movements had Sasha's breath hitching, his usual composure slipping.
"Beom," Sasha murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he cupped Beom's cheek, guiding him to look up. "Are you sure?"
Beom smirked, his confidence unshaken as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Sasha's ear. "Does it look like I'm joking?" he whispered, his tone playful but firm.
Before Sasha could respond, Beom captured his lips again, his kisses growing more insistent. The soft melody Sasha had been playing earlier still lingered in the air, blending seamlessly with the sound of their breaths and the creak of the piano bench as they shifted.
"Just don't break the piano," Sasha muttered against Beom's lips, earning a breathy laugh from him.
"No promises," Beom replied, his voice full of mischief.
Beom's breath hitched, his voice trembling as soft moans escaped his lips. "Nghhh… haah… kiss me, hold me," he pleaded in a low, breathless tone, his body arching toward Sasha's touch. The intimacy of the moment was electric, every nerve in his body alight with sensation.
Sasha, leaning over him, smirked through his own labored breaths, his tone teasing yet filled with heat. "You like that, huh?" he asked, his words breaking through the rhythmic sounds of their movements. His voice carried a slight rasp, a telltale sign of his effort and pleasure.
"Mmhm… yes… yes… oh my—nghhh," Beom stuttered, his words tumbling over themselves as he tried to form coherent thoughts. His hands gripped Sasha's shoulders tightly, his nails digging into Sasha's skin, anchoring himself as the sensations became too much to bear. "F-Fu… fuck," he moaned, his head tilting back, exposing the curve of his neck, his body trembling with every jolt of pleasure.
Sasha leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Beom's ear as he whispered, "I love seeing you like this, Beom. So honest, so vulnerable." He punctuated his words with a firm, deliberate motion, causing Beom to cry out, his breath hitching again.
Beom let out a breathless laugh, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the moment. "You son of a bitch," he managed to say, chuckling in between gasps. But before he could say more, Sasha grabbed both of his legs, pulling them together and lifting them with ease. The sudden shift made Beom's eyes widen in surprise.
"Sasha—what the hell are you—" His words cut off as Sasha began jabbing faster, the force making Beom bounce with each movement. "Aaah! Aaahh! W-Wait! It's—it's too deep! Uaaahh!" Beom's voice cracked, his hands instinctively reaching out to push against Sasha's chest, though his strength was no match for Sasha's determination.
Sasha smirked down at him, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "You asked for it, darling," he teased, planting soft kisses along Beom's legs, his lips trailing from the curve of Beom's calves to his thighs. "Now, take it like the champ you are."
"Champ, my ass—haaah! Haaah! Oh, f-fuck you, Sasha!" Beom moaned, his head tossing back as his body shuddered from the intensity. He tried to glare at Sasha, but his expression betrayed him, melting into a mixture of frustration and undeniable pleasure.
"That's what I'm doing to you," Sasha shot back, his grin widening as he punctuated his words with an even deeper thrust.
"Haah! Haah! You cocky bastard—why do you always have to prove a point like this!" Beom snapped, though the quiver in his voice and the involuntary arch of his back told a different story.
"Because you make it so damn fun," Sasha retorted with a chuckle, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He slowed down just enough to lean in and brush his lips against Beom's trembling ones. "Admit it, Beom—you love it when I take charge."
Beom's breath hitched, his cheeks burning even hotter. "Haaah… okay, fine… but if I pass out, I'm haunting your ass in the afterlife!" he blurted, his hands gripping Sasha's shoulders tightly as he braced himself for the next wave.
"You'll love every second of it," Sasha whispered with a wink before picking up the pace again, sending Beom spiraling into another breathless round of pleasure.
They had been at it for what felt like an eternity, moving from one spot to another in a frenzy of passion. First, the kitchen counter, where Sasha had lifted Beom effortlessly, leaving him breathless against the cool surface. Then the dining table, which now bore the remnants of their wild escapades—scattered cutlery and overturned dishes. The hall followed, their laughter and moans echoing in the open space, until finally, they collapsed into the bedroom.
Beom groaned, his body trembling from sheer exhaustion. He flopped onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "S-stop... stop already... I'm tired," he muttered, his voice hoarse yet laced with an exasperated chuckle. His hand lazily reached out to push Sasha away, but when that failed, he used his foot to nudge him backward.
Sasha couldn't help but laugh, his grin wide and boyish. "You're the one who started it, darling," he teased, leaning over Beom, his lips brushing against his ear. "Don't blame me for finishing the job."
Beom groaned again, this time louder. "You're like a damn Energizer bunny. Don't you ever get tired?" His words slurred slightly as he began to drift off, his head sinking deeper into the pillow. "You... like sex too much. It's unhealthy... I swear…" His voice trailed off as sleep overtook him, his breathing slowing into a peaceful rhythm.
Sasha chuckled softly, shaking his head at Beom's usual sass even in the throes of exhaustion. He watched him for a moment, a tender smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Beom's disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and the slight pout that formed as he slept.
"Beom... Beom..." Sasha whispered, as if testing to see if he'd stir. When he didn't, Sasha leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Beom's forehead. "You're impossible, you know that? But damn, I love you."
He carefully pulled the blanket over Beom, tucking him in with surprising gentleness for someone who had been so intense just moments ago. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sasha watched over him, his fingers lightly brushing Beom's hair back.
With a soft sigh, Sasha laid down beside him, pulling Beom into his arms. "Goodnight, you fiery little hurricane," he murmured, planting one last kiss on Beom's temple before closing his eyes. As the night settled around them, the room grew quiet, save for the steady rhythm of their breathing, a testament to the bond they shared, chaotic yet undeniably strong.