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Namjoon was being watched.
He could tell without even opening his eyes. The sensation was strong enough to rouse him from sleep, the weight of it like phantom fingers on his skin, soft but distinct. Carefully, slowly, he cracked one eyelid, just a millimetre.
He slammed it shut again as fast as he could, but it was too late.
“You’re awake!”
The mattress lurched, and a heavy weight landed across Namjoon’s thighs. He groaned. “I’m not,” he protested, his voice gravelly from sleep.
“Yes you are.” There were twin thumps on either side of his head, presumably hands landing on the pillow, and then warm breath on his face. “I saw you open your eyes.”
“No you didn’t,” Namjoon denied.
“I did.” Warm lips landed on his cheek, quick-fire kisses following to his lips, his eyelids, the tip of his nose.
“It was one eye. And I was definitely not awake.”
“Well, either way, you’re awake now, yeobo, so you might as well open them both.”
Taehyung was not above physically prising his eyelids open with his fingers, Namjoon knew, so with a reluctant sigh, he lifted them himself. He was greeted by the sight of his boyfriend’s face, only an inch above his where Taehyung hovered above him, his expression alight with apparent excitement, dark curls poking out from beneath the fluffy white band of a red velvet santa hat.
Namjoon couldn’t have stopped the fond smile even if he wanted to. “Morning, baby.”
“Hello, hyung.” Taehyung’s answering grin was wide and delighted. “I was waiting for you to wake up.”
“I know you were,” Namjoon said drily. He craned his neck up to reach the other man’s mouth, kissing him firmly with closed lips before letting his head fall back onto the pillow with a thunk. “You were waiting so hard you woke me up.”
Taehyung straightened up, sitting astride Namjoon’s hips, and crossed his arms over his naked chest. “I was being extremely quiet,” he said haughtily, his lips pushing out in a pout. “I didn’t make a single noise.”
“You were very quiet,” Namjoon agreed, his hands falling naturally into their habitual place at his boyfriend’s waist, thumbs tracing soothing circles on either side of Taehyung’s belly button. “Quiet as a mouse. The thing is, baby, you were watching me. I can always tell when you watch me. You know that.”
Taehyung bit his lip, and dropped his chin to look at Namjoon through his lashes. “Weeelll,” he said coyly. “I do know that. Which is kind of the point. I’m just a bit excited, hyung. You know what today is, right?”
As if Namjoon could possibly forget. As if Taehyung would let him forget. “I have no idea,” he said instead, more than willing to indulge his boyfriend even if the brat had just woken him up. “What day is it?”
“It’s Christmas, hyung! Christmas Day!” He wriggled with excitement and the movement did interesting things to Namjoon, given the position his boyfriend was sitting in. “And we have so much to do this morning!”
“Yeah?” Namjoon skimmed his fingers up the sides of Taehyung’s ribs, distracted by the amount of golden skin on display. Namjoon always thought that his boyfriend was ridiculously beautiful, but there was something about this morning’s combination of santa hat and boxer shorts - and nothing else - that was almost impossibly appealing. “What do we have to do this morning, jagiya?”
“Lots,” Taehyung said. “We have to have breakfast, for one thing. I ordered croissants, remember? I got those almond ones you love.”
“Mmm, thanks baby, they’re my favourite.” Namjoon stretched a little to run his hands down the firm lines of Taehyung’s back. “What else?”
“We need to work out what we’re going to wear to lunch today,” Taehyung said, shuffling forward a couple of inches at Namjoon’s urging so that he could get his hands cupped around the younger man’s ass. “I want us to look super cute. We should match. I bought us new Christmas sweaters.”
“We can totally match,” Namjoon agreed. He bent his knees up sharply, tipping Taehyung forward so that he had to catch himself with his hands on either side of Namjoon’s head. “We’ll be the cutest ever. Is that all?”
“Of course not, yeobo,” Taehyung said indignantly. The gold chain he was wearing dangled in Namjoon’s face, and he caught it between his teeth and tugged, pulling Taehyung down another inch or two. “You surely haven’t forgotten about presents.”
Namjoon let the necklace fall from between his lips. “I would never forget about Christmas presents, baby,” he murmured, voice pitched as low as it would go and mouth pressed against Taehyung’s throat. “In fact we should do presents first, hmm? I have one for you right here.” He rolled his hips, pressing his now-hard cock up between Taehyung’s ass cheeks.
“Do you?” Taehyung leaned back a little to peer down at him with one eyebrow raised. He rocked a little, and Namjoon groaned. “What on earth could it be?”
“Why don’t you unwrap it and find out?” Namjoon suggested huskily.
Taehyung sighed regretfully, and leaned down to drop a chaste peck on Namjoon’s mouth. “Much as I would love to, jagiya, I’m not sure that we have time this morning.”
“What?” Confused, Namjoon glanced across at the window. The curtains were still drawn, but there was almost no light seeping in around the edges. “We don’t need to be at Jin-hyung’s until midday. What time is it?”
Taehyung leaned sideways to peer at the clock on the bedside table. “It is… 6.47.”
“6.47?” With a heave, Namjoon lifted Taehyung and flipped them both over, pinning his boyfriend underneath him. “You woke me up before 7am when neither of us have to get up and go to work today, when we have nowhere to be until lunchtime? Baby, what the fuck?”
The ridiculous hat had slipped down over one of Taehyung’s eyes, and he blinked innocently up at Namjoon. “It’s Christmas, hyung,” he said, as if that explained - and excused - everything.
“You’re lucky you’re so fucking adorable,” Namjoon growled, dipping his head to kiss the pout off his mouth.
“I am.” Taehyung nodded complacently. “And it’s lucky you love me so much.”
“Very lucky,” Namjoon agreed. He took Taehyung’s face between his hands, and brushed their noses together lightly. “I love you so much I’m not even mad you woke me up. Merry Christmas, baby.”
Taehyung’s eyes creased as the corners of his lips curled up, and he turned his head to press a kiss into Namjoon’s palm. “Merry Christmas, yeobo.” He wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s back, and opened his legs a little wider so that Namjoon’s hips settled more securely against him. “Now, about my present…”