Jungwoo keeps a daily planner, he likes things organized, and he enjoys a good weekend scrub as much as the next clean freak.

Which makes it all the more perplexing, the way he relishes just how filthy Jaehyun makes him feel.

It's the first week of summer. Jaehyun's parent's beach house is rarely ever occupied, so the older male decided to take his boyfriend there for a short getaway. And now here Jungwoo lies, sand all over his clothes (well, the few pieces that are still on), hair drenched, and Jaehyun under his skin. It's chaotic, but the best of its kind.

Jaehyun is a free spirit, and everything Jungwoo's not. He's spontaneous, he doesn't think things over for too long, he lives in the moment. Heck, even his hair is a disheveled mess. But then again opposites attract, and it's precisely why they go together so well. The older male fills up all the missing pieces of his puzzle.

Jaehyun's lips are wet and salty against his, whispering, "We should really head back. It's getting chilly, I don't want my baby to catch a cold."

But the sunset looks intoxicating against your skin, Jungwoo thinks to himself. Every line of perfectly sculpted muscle dripping in sweats then retouched golden. Dammit, if Jungwoo didn't hit the jackpot with this man.

"Keep me warm, then."

He wraps his long legs around said man's hips, body sinks even further into the sand. The dirtiest moan Jaehyun has ever heard escapes the younger's mouth; it rings in his ears like music, and he takes that as his cue to drag the sex just a tiny bit longer. Jungwoo's a tease, so it's natural that Jaehyun's had his stamina well trained.

"I don't have my planner with me on this trip," Jungwoo says. It's definitely not textbook pillow talk. But Jaehyun understands him perfectly.

"Oh?" The older male smirks, pulling out excruciatingly slow before thrusting back all the way in. God, Jungwoo thinks he could pass out right this moment from how good it feels.

On most days, the younger male prefers it rough, brutal. But every now and then when his more vulnerable side takes over, he desperately needs to trace every inch of Jaehyun inside him, bit by bit, marking him his.

"Yeah," Jungwoo manages to murmur, "Not when I'm alone with you. You could literally take me to hell and I'd say that sounds like a great plan. I'll follow you anywhere."

Jaehyun presses open-mouthed kisses to his delicate collarbone, pace fastening all of a sudden. He's in too deep, for all sense and purposes. "I was thinking something along the lines of heaven this weekend."

The sound of skin slapping against skin is barely even audible when they're this close to the waves. Jungwoo comes, scream muted silent. Jaehyun proceeds to lick the tacky white liquid off his stomach, purposely rolling his tongue and sucking his breath to make out a lewd slurp.

"That sounds like a great plan, baby."