This is Ezra's apartment in which he eats, sleeps, and works. Though the apartment seems like it's literally made for relaxing, Ezra rarely has the time. He's always doing something, usually work related. The apartment consists of a living area, kitchen, bedroom, and office.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 23:59, February 3, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra was pacing the main living area in just his boxer briefs as he waited for Jungjeon to show up. Two empty bottles of wine rested on the coffee table, along with Ezra's phone. He'd been staring at the pictures all night. That dream left him uncomfortably aroused and he needed Jungjeon to get there. He knew in the back of his mind this was most likely a mistake, but he was too drunk and horny to care.
Jungjeon was already lying to himself about the whole venture before he had even apparated to Ezra's apartment building. He was just going to help Ezra get rid of his boner again. Nothing more, nothing less. He'd just be closer this time... In person... And he could tie Ezra's hands together instead of imagining it, and he could suck him off instead of saying it over the phone... No, it's different. It's different. He's just... Being a good person or something. Yeah. He knocked on the door, dressed in a loose fitting t-shirt and black jeans, with a bag over his shoulder.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 00:38, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra shot over to the door as soon as he heard the knock. He was a little... impatient. It can't be helped. The man values his time. Opening up to Jungjeon looking fine as hell, Ezra pulled him inside by his tee shirt. "About time you got here." He complained, shutting the door behind them.
He stumbled but by the time he was inside Ezra's apartment, he was already upright and walking as normal. There was something about seeing Ezra so needy and impatient that turned him on more than he could imagine. And it made him feel like he was in so much more control. He... He kind of liked it. "Seokkie," he warned, testing out the new nickname he had been teasing Ezra with in their texts. He liked the way it felt in his mouth and the way it sounded overall. "My rules, remember?" He reminded, unfastening Ezra's fingers from his shirt.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 01:53, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra's breath was taken from him at the nickname. Coming from Jungjeon's lips it seemed so sinful. "Fine." He gritted, trying to channel the smallest sliver of patience. He needed Jungjeon now. If that meant he had to play nice for a few moments, he could do it. Probably.
"Show me your bedroom," he ordered, his voice as commanding and confident as it had been over the phone the day before. "And get me a chair. Can you do that, doc?" He was already moving around as he spoke, taking his bag off and putting it on a table. Inside were some things that might help... like rope, handcuffs, and a bright red blindfold.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 02:50, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra shivered at the tone Jungjeon used, the heat traveling down to his crotch. "As you wish." He hummed, leading him to the bedroom. Ezra quickly grabbed a chair from the kitchen and brought it into the room. He didn't know what it was for but he couldn't possibly care less. He just wanted Jungjeon.
He hid the toys behind his back as he followed Ezra to his bedroom, his eyes wandering up the walls as they walked. The apartment was nice and Jungjeon slightly hoped he might be back here on—well, different terms—to admire the space more. When they entered the bedroom, Jungjeon instructed Ezra to put the chair in front of his bed and then... "Sit," he ordered, standing behind the back of the chair.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 03:05, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra was growing more anxious by the minute. That made him much more receptive to Jungjeon's orders. He sat just like he was told, shifting uncomfortable on the chair. He needed to relieve this pressure building up. He couldn't take it anymore.
Jungjeon, on the other hand, aimed to torture Ezra as much as possible while he could, taking an excruciatingly long time to finally start tying Ezra up to the chair. The process of tying was quick but Jungjeon made sure to brush up against Ezra as much as possible as he did just to be a tease.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 03:23, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra let out a whine of frustration. Jungjeon was teasing him. Not fair. "Jeonnie... Hurry..." He whimpered, absolutely loathing this feeling of being out of control. With each "accidental" brush up against him, Ezra's erection grew more apparent in his boxer briefs.
"Patience, Seokkie," he whispered in Ezra's ear, finishing the final knot. He handcuffed Ezra's wrists, getting more aroused simply at the handy work. Seeing Ezra tied up just like his fantasies awoke something within him that made him grab the blindfold and quickly fasten it over Ezra's eyes. He stepped around the chair and settled in Ezra's lap, brushing his lips against the other's before kissing him, lifting his head.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 03:47, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra kissed back feverishly, trying to move his hands to grab onto Jungjeon but the restraints stopped him. He groaned into the other's lips, not used to being tied down, but loving and hating every second of it. It was such a complex emotion that Ezra couldn't quite get a grip on. All he knew was that his dick was painfully hard and he needed Jungjeon to be the one to relieve it.
Ezra's groaning and squirming only encouraged Jungjeon to tease him further despite his own erection. He started a slow grind against Ezra's lap, leaving the younger's lips to kiss his neck and leave hickeys dark enough to become an issue the following morning. Eventually, he returned back to Ezra's lips. After some time, he kissed Ezra's jaw and got off his lap. "Spread your legs," he ordered, drumming his fingers on Ezra's knees.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 04:17, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra moaned, feeling Jungjeon's erection grind against his own. More whimpers fell from Ezra's lips as Jungjeon moved down to his neck, marking him as his own. He didn't mind being Jungjeon's honestly. Though, he didn't really know what they were. Panting and in need, Ezra shamelessly spread his legs for Jungjeon.
Jungjeon smiled smugly at that, loving simply how much control he had over Ezra. This was going to be so much fun. He got down on his knees and got to work, planning to follow through on his promise to treat Ezra well.
Jungjeon likely would have never woken up till late afternoon if it wasn't for the sunshine peeking through the blinds of Ezra's bedroom window. He was curled around Ezra, spooning the other after their late night escapades. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around, not recognizing his surroundings.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 04:55, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra snuggled back into Jungjeon, not remembering who it was or why he was there but rather wanting his warmth. He was sleeping with a smile on his face, content with how great he was feeling right then. He didn't remember all that went down last night, but he knew it was great whatever it was. Slowly waking up, Ezra's eyes fluttered open.
He was calm for a second, everything was fine. There was the sunlight, there was a bed and there was Ezra... Shit, there was Ezra. His eyes widened and his body bristled, realizing he was cuddling with no other than Ezra. That's a new low, Jungjeon, he thought to himself. Hooking up with your therapist. He ignored the thoughts, a blush coating his cheeks at the thought of the things they did the night before. "Um," he cleared his throat. "Morning," he said, yet his voice still came out groggy.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 05:39, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra turned over only to come face to face with Jungjeon. Jungjeon. His client. His therapy patient. Ezra is the absolute worst. "J-Jeonnie?" He gasped out, memories from last night hitting him like a ton of bricks, even getting him a bit aroused. He sat up in the bed, making sure his lower half was covered by the sheets. How were they supposed to move past this? Easy answer: they don't.
Jungjeon shifted and sat up as well, avoiding looking at the other male. What was he thinking? Coming over in the middle of the night and fucking his therapist? It didn't matter if the other was wine drunk and had a wet dream about him and couldn't stop staring at those stupid pictures Yijung sent, he shouldn't have cross that boundary. Shit. "Ezra," he said quietly, spotting the chair Ezra had been bound to the night before. The chair he had bound Ezra too. "I'm..."
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 05:52, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
"Don't." Ezra demanded, staring at the chair too, heat returning to his body. "I shouldn't have coaxed you into something like that. I loved what we did, but I crossed a line I shouldn't have. It was very unprofessional." He took the blame, knowing he shouldn't have pursued his client. Shit, he was so fired. Jungjeon was worth getting fired over though.
He stopped his apology immediately and let Ezra speak, turning his head to look at the other after a deep breath. He didn't coax him into anything, Jungjeon was the one who agreed, who continued to lead him on. He couldn't just let Ezra take all the blame like that, it wasn't completely his fault. "You didn't coax me into anything," he murmured. "I came of my own choice. Besides, you were drunk."
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 06:14, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra sighed. "Drunk words are simply sober thoughts." He argued, glancing over at Jungjeon. "I'm going to have to find you a new therapist, aren't I?" He asked, head falling back against the head board.
His eyes followed Ezra, biting his lip as he thought about it. "I mean... yes," he started out, scooting closer to Ezra, and before he knew it, his hand was intertwined with the other's. "But what they don't know won't hurt them," he murmured. "Plus, who said a little outside help is outrageous?"
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 06:45, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra looked back over at Jungjeon, his eyes softening at the other's words. "You still want to do sessions with me?" He asked in disbelief. The word "sessions" has a bit of a double meaning, both therapeutic and sexual.
"Yes," he said, tracing circles on the back of Ezra's hand with this thumb. "Besides, now you can help me more," he convinced. "Because you'll see me outside of our appointments... Thats's if... if you wanted to... um..."
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 07:00, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra thought about it. He hadn't dated anyone since his brother died. Did he really want a relationship? One look at Jungjeon gave him the answer. "Yes. Yes, Jeonnie, I do." He smiled slightly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Jungjeon's lips. Their first sober kiss.
He lifted his free hand to caress Ezra's cheek, leaning into their soft kiss. He pulled away from Ezra, smiling like a damn fool. Is this what Yijung feels every time he's with Seo? Because he wouldn't mind having this feeling for the rest of his life. "We should get up," he suggested. "Get breakfast and stuff."
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 07:20, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra smiled, genuinely feeling something damn near to happy. He'd spent so many years pushing people away, he forgot how nice it was to have someone close. "I make a mean French toast." He boasted, climbing out of the bed. He slipped his boxers on and some flannel pajama pants, chosing to stay shirtless to cook.
He got up and followed Ezra's example, slipping back into his clothes. His eyes traced over Ezra's torso, admiring the other's shirtless figure with no shame. He follows Ezra into the kitchen, intending to help as much as possible. "I could make eggs if you want," he offered, leaning against the counter. This was so domestic it was kind of surreal that just hours ago, he had Ezra in his mouth.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 19:55, February 4, 2019 (UTC)
Hearing that last little bit, Ezra let out a chuckle. It was pretty ironic. "Yeah, you make the eggs while I get the French toast started." He agreed, pulling the eggs out of the fridge and setting them on the counter. He grabbed some cinnamon too for the toast. Ezra cracked a few eggs into a bowl and added the cinnamon before dipping some bread into the mixture. He quickly turned the stove on and brought out a pan to cook the toast on.
Meanwhile, Jungjeon started whisking the eggs and after he found them of a satisfactory texture he went looking around for a frying pan and vegetable oil. He probably could've just asked Ezra but he decided he might as well get used to the layout of Ezra's apartment while he was at it—he had a feeling he'd be at it often. "Name a song," Jungjeon said suddenly, coming to Ezra's side to put the oiled pan on the stove.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 21:12, February 5, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra did two pieces of the toast at a time, placing them carefully beside one another on the pan. "A song?" He hummed, thinking about it for a moment. "Hey Jude by the Beatles." Ezra decided upon. It was a song his mother used to sing to him when he couldn't fall asleep.
Softly, Jungjeon began to sing Hey Jude or what he could remember of it. He didn't listen to the Beatles too often but Hey Jude was one of their most popular songs so he popped up in his playlist occasionally. While he sings, he begins to fry the eggs, smiling a little to himself.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 08:45, February 8, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra smiled - actually smiled - as he listened to Jungjeon. He could get used to this. Cooking side by side, Jeonnie singing, not a care in the world... What did Ezra do to deserve this kind of paradise? Perhaps the ice was beginning to melt around this man's young heart.
The atmosphere was so peaceful and a definite breath of fresh air. Jungjeon hadn't felt like this in a long time. He finished singing and took the finished egg off the pan and put it on a plate before beginning to fry the other one. "Want me to sing anything else?" he asked, looking over at Ezra.
-"Gathering pieces of the moonlight one by one, I'll make a light for you." Message Me - 18:40, February 8, 2019 (UTC)
Ezra flipped the bread, letting the other sides cook. "Hmm... Yes, but I want you to chose." He reasoned, taking those two pieces off and replacing them with another set of toast.
"You want me to choose...?" he repeated. He redirected his eyes down to the pan and shifted. What should he sing? No particular songs were coming to his head at the moment. He decided to sing a Korean ballad he had fallen in love with a few years ago. Miracles in December had been a favorite for awhile now. Why not? He started singing, his beautiful voice cutting through the air and brining a somber but warm aura to the apartment.