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Jake came home about an hour ago, heard some yelling coming out of Heeseungs room and sighed, but passed his door and instead went into the kitchen to make them dinner.
While Heeseungs job was what brought them together in the first place, Jake still found himself a tiny bit annoyed by it. Being in a relationship with one of the most popular gaming streamers in Korea, while working a regular 9-5-job himself means lonely meals and no rewinding with cuddles on the couch after a stressful day, even if they share an apartment by now.
Maybe, however, it’s Jakes lucky day, when he just hears faint laughter and no more loud angry yelling as soon as he left the kitchen. It seems like Heeseung stopped playing and just talks to his viewers now, which usually means he’s done soon. Jake doesn’t know what possessed him, when he carefully opens the door to Heeseungs gaming room – maybe it’s because he just wants to take a quick look at Heeseung, but maybe he also hopes that Heeseung wraps up his stream even sooner when he sees Jake. It’s probably the latter, because he doesn’t just look, he actively tiptoes up to Heeseungs gaming chair, his index finger pressed to his lips as a sign for the viewers to not give his presence away in the chat if they spot him and eventually puts his hands over Heeseungs eyes.
The reaction is different from what Jake expected. Sure, Heeseung yelps in surprise, but there’s also a shiver running through his body, leaving faint goosebumps on his neck and arms. Jake squints his eyes for a second, before he stores this information away in the back of his mind and kisses Heeseung on his cheek, which earns him another shiver. Interesting.
He then removes his hands and Heeseung pulls his headset off, so that it hangs loosely around his neck.
Jake walks around the chair to stand beside it and Heeseung instinctively wraps his arm around Jakes waist, hand resting on his hipbone. Their eyes meet and Heeseung looks at him like everything else doesn’t matter, like Jake is everything. Even after five years Heeseungs doe eyes never left the warm, starstruck, loving gaze towards Jake.
“Hi babe,” Heeseung says, obviously confused and surprised, but his voice still carries the fondness he always has reserved for Jake. “What’re you doing here?”
“Just wanted to see you,” Jake simply replies and his hand automatically finds his way to Heeseungs cheek, his thumb softly traces his cheekbone and Heeseung leans into the touch.
Jake is sure the chat explodes with reactions to their shameless display of affection and it makes him unwillingly smirk a little.
Their relationship isn’t a secret. At least not anymore.
Heeseung was already famous when they met for the first time, at least in the gaming und streaming circle, which Jake wasn’t really a part of. He therefore was more than nervous, when he got assigned doing an interview with him – Jakes first bigger job since he graduated college. And sure, Jake did his research, knew what Heeseung looked like (more handsome than Jake expected), but nothing prepared him for how charming he was and how flustered he would get in his presence. It probably was unprofessional as hell, when he accepted Heeseungs phone number at the end of the interview and his boss made him revise his article, because it sounded like a love letter (his words, not Jakes).
Jake didn’t text at first, too shy and scared, but then there came flowers to his office and well, Jake had to say thank you, right?
Dates, gentle touches and first kisses happened and Jake found himself irrevocably in love with Heeseung.
It was about six months into their relationship after a night out with their by now already merged friend group, both a little tipsy and not as careful as they used to be. It was just a kiss outside the bar when they waited for the taxi, but of course someone saw. The picture was all over twitter and other social media platforms and they could try to deny everything, but somehow they also were tired from hiding all the time. And so they soft-launched their love with a picture of holding hands on Heeseungs Instagram, tagging Jake and later on he also joined his stream. Nothing dramatic, just a quick declaration of how they met and how long they’ve been together. The reactions were mostly positive. Of course, there also were the homophobic comments and the delusional fans, who felt ‘betrayed’, but overall Heeseung didn’t loose many followers or any of his brand deals.
Jake mostly tried to stay private. He kept his job at the magazine, still didn’t post much and just sometimes appeared on Heeseungs streams.
That’s why they freak out even more when he does. Like right now.
Heeseung chuckles and just reluctantly pulls his eyes away from Jake and back to the screen.
“Isn’t he the cutest?” Heeseung asks, pouting into the camera and Jake finds his question almost ironically because with how he looks right now, it’s definitely him who’s absolutely adorable. “Would you mind if we wrap it up for tonight? If he misses me that much…”
Heeseung looks up at Jake with a mischievous grin, but the longing look in his eyes and the thumb caressing Jakes waist betray him. He misses him too, wants nothing more than to hold him close.
Jake isn’t sure if Heeseung really waits for approval in the chat, but he quickly says his usual goodbye, lets Jake wave into the camera and then shuts everything down and goes offline.
“Hi baby,” he says again, this time his voice is a tad deeper and he fully turns around in his chair to face Jake, wrapping both arms around his waist. “I missed you too.”
“I know,” Jake replies with a knowing, but soft smile on his lips and his hand wanders into Heeseungs hair to scratch the scalp.
Heeseung hums contently and his head falls forward, right onto Jakes stomach and he buries his nose into the fabric of Jakes sweater.
“I made dinner,” Jake then says, while his hand travels from his hair down to his neck to massage the knots out of it.
Heeseungs hums again, but it turns into a soft moan, when Jakes presses deeper into the muscle.
“Hurts?” Jake asks, but Heeseung shakes his head, nuzzles with that his nose deeper into Jakes hoodie.
“No, feels’ good…”
Jake chuckles softly. “Let’s eat something, before it gets cold.”
Heeseung makes a noise, which can be viewed as agreement, but he makes no attempt to move.
“Come on, Hyung,” Jake tries and his hand gently tugs on Heeseungs hair as a signal to stand up.
Heeseung sighs, but finally lifts himself up. “Fine.”
“Good boy,” Jake jokingly says and ruffles through Heeseungs hair. Jake is pretty aware that he has a slight obsession with his hair, but it’s so soft and fluffy even though he just dyed it in a cool-toned blond.
There’s a reddish hue on Heeseungs cheeks when he looks at Jake, but he quickly overplays it by making his way into the kitchen.
“Looks delicious, babe!” Jake hears Heeseung screaming and just chuckles.
His boyfriend is way too cute.
***
Jake asks himself how he’s never noticed it the last five years; he’s sure there were situations like these. Situations like the one where he surprised Heeseung in his stream or the one now, where he saw him on the couch with his tablet, immersed in a youtube video and Jake just couldn’t help himself and again covered Heeseungs eyes with his hands.
Both times got a similar reaction out of Heeseung. A noticeable shiver running through his body, a small gasp leaving his mouth and goosebumps covering his skin. Somehow it doesn’t seem just out of surprise, Jake knows him too well for that.
Since now there are not thousands of people watching them, Jake decides to test something. He doesn’t immediately put his hands away, even after Heeseung stutters out his greeting. Instead, he leans in closer and places featherlight kisses down his throat.
“Hi my love,” he whispers right into Heeseungs ear and he can feel how his breath hitches.
“W-what are you doing?” Heeseung wants to know, already sounding a bit breathless and it makes Jake grin.
“Saying hello to my boyfriend,” Jake casually replies, while he traces the tip of Heeseungs ear with his thumb. It’s hot under his touch, reddened from the embarrassment.
“Jake… come on,” Heeseung almost whines, but also doesn’t make any attempt to free himself or push Jakes hands away.
Jake finds it amusing and he’d really like to push him a little further, but he’d also like to cuddle into his arms, if he finally has the chance to do so and their schedules don’t overlap. So he presses one last kiss right under Heeseungs ear and then removes his hands. It earns him a whine, muffled through Heeseung biting on his bottom lip and Jake just smiles to himself before he plops down right next to his boyfriend and cuddles into his side. Heeseung still smells faintly like his bodywash – sandalwood and vanilla – and his warmth makes Jake drowsy. Paired with some scratches on his scalp, Jake feels his eyes getting heavy and he falls asleep on Heeseungs chest.
The last thing he thinks of, is how much he loves his boyfriend.
***
During their relationship they established a lot of things. Some pretty simple things that make living together easy and create a peaceful home for them, but also the trivial fact, that planning Valentines Day belongs to Heeseung, therefore Jake gets to spoil him on White Day (both ignored that that day is usually for ‘girls’).
So when March 14th rolled around, Jake took Heeseung out to a fancy dinner and a romantic walk alongside the Han River and eventually some self-made chocolate in a heart-shaped box greeted him on the kitchen counter.
Call it cliché, but Jake saw the spark in Heeseungs eyes, when he unwrapped the lace ribbon of the box and looked inside to see some weird shaped pralines.
“Jakey,” Heeseung breathes and a small pout forms on his lips. “That’s amazing. Thank you.”
“To be fair, Jay helped and I was very close to getting kicked out of his kitchen,” Jake jokes, while he wraps his arms around Heeseung from behind and loosely rests his hand on his waist.
Heeseung chuckles and leans a bit more into Jakes embrace. “I can imagine that.”
And just before Jake wants to encourage Heeseung to try one, he notices how intensely Heeseung stares at the band of the now untied ribbon, even traces it with his fingertips. In theory it’s not a special gesture, Heeseung simply could find it pretty, which makes Jakes move so much more unreasonably. Jake, however, also doesn’t think much, when he takes the band and covers Heeseungs eyes with it. The lacey material isn’t very thick, so Heeseung can easily see through it, but there’s still that shudder that Jake is now even feeling because of how close Heeseung is pressed against him.
“W-what are you doing?” Heeseung asks and tries to laugh it off, but it comes out a bit shaky.
“I don’t know,” Jake answers honestly, because he just acted impulsively, not reasonably. “But- do you like it?”
Jake didn’t tie the band again, just held it loosely with one hand together, so that it doesn’t slip off Heeseungs face. It’s tangled with his hair and so Jake involuntary pulls on Heeseungs hair and it earns him a hiss turned into a muffled moan.
“Jake…”
It maybe should’ve come out as a warning, but Heeseungs breathy and slightly shaky voice isn’t very convincing to Jake, who just smirks at that.
“Do you want me to stop?” he still asks.
Heeseung doesn’t answer, but he also doesn’t free himself out of Jakes grip, so Jake begins to kiss along Heeseungs throat.
“You see, I noticed something,” he then says or more whispers right into his ear, “and correct me, if I’m wrong, but you like it when I take away your sense to see and you just can hear and feel me, don’t you?”
“I- I don’t…”
Jake tugs on Heeseungs hair, so hard it forces his head to drop onto Jakes shoulder.
“Don’t lie to me, baby,” he scolds him, after the whorish moan from Heeseung quiets down in the room.
“Y-yes,” Heeseung shyly admits, “I like it, I- I thought about it, I want it… please.”
Jake hums satisfied. “Wasn’t so hard, right?”
Before Heeseung can answer, Jake spins him around and pushes him back against the counter. The lace band is carelessly thrown to the side and instead Jake cups Heeseungs jaw to pull him closer and unite their lips. Heeseungs melts into the kiss instantly, like he just waited for it and holds onto Jakes shoulders, digs his fingertips into the fabric of his shirt.
The kiss isn’t sweet nor gentle – it mostly feels like unrestrained passion now that Heeseungs secret isn’t so secret anymore. If Jake is honest, he’s a little impatient, maybe even more than Heeseung. He wants to explore, wants to see Heeseungs reactions and drive him absolutely crazy. He also just wants his boyfriend. Wants to touch him, wants to kiss him everywhere, wants to mark him up and foremost wants to get him out of this shirt, that really nicely hugged his figure. But now it needs to get off and so Jake opens the buttons and his mouth follows the path of exposed skin with featherlight kisses until he’s stopped by the waistband of Heeseungs trousers.
Jake is now on his knees, looking up at Heeseung through his eyelashes into glassy, unfocused eyes. While Jake himself probably doesn’t really look very composed himself, Heeseung is a sight with his flushed face, slightly parted mouth, lips pink and spit-wetted and his hands grabbing so tightly onto the counter, his knuckles turned white.
“So pretty,” Jake mutters, while letting his hands glide over Heeseungs stomach and his mouth hovers the prominent bulge in his pants. “And so hard for me.”
“Jake- babe… please…” It’s nothing more than a breathy-whispered plea and Jake loves how desperate Heeseung already is.
He decides to take it a step further and noses along the outline of his cock, kisses the tip through the layers of clothes. He can feel it twitch and Heeseung lets out a loud moan, his knees buckle and Jake grabs him by his waist.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Jake suggests then or better said orders and stands up.
He presses a quick, dirty kiss onto Heeseungs lips, before he takes his hand and drags him into their room.
In between kisses they lose their clothes and eventually stumble into bed, Heeseung on his back with Jake straddling his lap. They kiss again and again with fingers tangled in each others hair and tongues intertwined.
“Do you want to try it?” Jake asks, when they part for a moment to get some air.
“What do you mean?” Heeseung wants to know, but already chasing Jakes lips for another kiss.
Jake lets him get one, but then gently pushes him back into the mattress. “Getting blindfolded,” he clarifies.
This seems to sober Heeseung up a bit, because his eyes get wide. “Now? We don’t have-“
“We do,” Jake interrupts him with a wicked grin and reaches over to their nightstand.
He pulls out a satin, black sleeping mask – a gift from one of Heeseungs PR-packages, Jake can’t remember the brand. It’s not as pretty as the lace band, but it does a much better job at blocking out the light and everything else.
Heeseungs seems taken aback for a moment, then he gulps and looks intensely at Jake. “Would you like to try it?”
When Jake just questioningly raises his eyebrow, Heeseung bites shyly on his bottom lip, before he explains himself.
“W-well I mean… blindfold me- is this something you would like to try too?”
Jake puts the mask aside to gently take Heeseungs face into his hands. “Of course, baby. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” Then he leans down, until his mouth almost touches Heeseungs ear. “Just thinking about it – you, trusting me completely, giving yourself to me – drives me absolutely insane.”
Jake guides Heeseungs hand to let him feel the wetness that seeps through the fabric of his panty. “This is what you do to me.”
Heeseung moans at this and he shamelessly bucks his hips up, searches for any friction he can get, but Jake easily pins him down.
“Be patient, Hyung,” he says with a smirk on his lips and Heeseung just whines.
“Jake… Jaeyun… please,” Heeseung begs, probably without knowing for what exactly, but Jake is sure, he used his Korean name on purpose. Jake is so weak when he calls him Jaeyun it’s almost pathetic.
“What? Already begging when we didn’t even start?” Jake teases and starts kissing along Heeseungs jaw. “You can do better for me, right?” he whispers right into his ear and Heeseung shudders under him.
“I- I don’t-“ Heeseung tries, but Jake shushes him.
“Just relax for me,” is everything Jake says, before he reaches for the mask again and holds it up for Heeseung to see.
Jake doesn’t need words, because Heeseung already nods slightly and closes his eyes, waiting for Jake to put it on him. And Jake does – slowly, carefully and watching every reaction. The shaky breaths, the goosebumps that erupt on his skin when Jake caresses his face after and how his muscles tense in anticipation.
Jake takes a moment to just look at him, because even though Heeseung would be able to move, he doesn’t and now with giving up his ability to see, it feels like he also gave up every control. It’s making Jake feel powerful, he won’t lie about that, and it also makes him want to push Heeseung to the edge; see how much teasing he can endure.
It starts slow with a tender kiss, in which Heeseung melts into with a soft sigh and Jake brings Heeseungs arms over his head, rests them on the pillow and his fingertips ghost over the biceps that flexes under Jakes touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jake then says, the smile even evident in his voice. Because he is; Heeseung is so, so beautiful. His blonde hair lays like a halo on the pillow, his rosy pillowy lips are slightly parted and his toned torso moves under the uneven, shaky breaths.
Heeseung doesn’t respond to it, there’s just a choked up moan leaving his lips, when Jake begins to leave featherlight kisses down his throat. Jake can feel the rapid heartbeat with every kiss, almost tastes how the blood rushes through Heeseungs veins and suddenly he has the urge to bite. Right into the thin flesh to leave his mark – a dark shape of red.
Heeseung screams but it ends in a breathy moan and Jake grins satisfied against his throat, before leaving an apologizing kiss on top of the mark.
“How does it feel?” Jake asks, mouth ghosting along the shell of Heeseungs ear, while his hands explore Heeseungs chest.
Heeseungs breath gets stuck, when Jakes nail scratches lightly over his perked nipple and he takes a few seconds to process Jakes question.
“I-intense,” he finally answers, fingers digging into the pillow like he needs something to ground himself. “I feel so much more.”
“More, huh?” Jake grins slightly, before kissing along Heeseungs collarbone. His brown hair falls in soft curls into his face, but Jake doesn’t bother with tucking them away – his hands are too busy running along Heeseungs sides, fingertips pressing lightly into his ribs.
He kisses his way down Heeseungs chest, stops to lick and gently bite the rosy nipples, which make Heeseung moan so prettily. It’s involuntarily when he lowers himself and rubs his clothed pussy against Heeseungs cock, but this time they both moan and Jakes clit throbs under the small and short touch.
It's distracting, especially when Heeseung bucks his hips up and repeats the motion causing Jake to bite on his own bottom lip to swallow the moan.
“Baby, be patient,” he scolds him and pins Heeseung down by his hipbone. “Stay still for me, will you?”
“Words, Hyung.” Jake doesn’t hide the mocking undertone, knows how Heeseung has a thing for a little humiliation and therefore isn’t surprised by Heeseungs soft whine.
“Y-yes…”
Jake hums satisfied and his thumb slides under the waistband of Heeseungs boxershorts. “Good boy.”
Another whine followed by a hiss as soon as Jake decides to trace the outline of Heeseungs hard cock trapped inside his underwear with his fingertips.
Jake wonders if Heeseungs eyes are scrunched closed or if he’s already on the brink of crying, both would he like to see, if he’s honest. But the way he buries his teeth into his bottom lip and digs his fingers into the pillow until his knuckles turn white is also enough for now.
“So pretty, fuck…,” Jake murmurs under his breath, while pulling down Heeseungs boxershorts. “Even your stupidly big cock.”
There’s not much finesse or a warning, when Jake takes Heeseungs cock in his hand and slowly strokes it until pre-cum drips from the tip and spills over Jakes fingers. Heeseung tries again to buck his hips up, searches for more, but Jake still has a steady grip on his hip.
“Jake- baby… please-“
Hearing Heeseung beg brings a satisfied smirk to Jakes lips, but he keeps his slow pace.
“What do you want, Hyung? Hm?”
“More,” Heeseung breathes in between moans. “Jus’ gimme more, stop teasing.”
Jake chuckles at that; it sounds mean. “Sure, Hyung.”
And Jake does stop in some way. He removes his hands completely and earns a pitiful whine for that, but Jake ignores it and makes himself comfortable in between Heeseungs now spread legs. It’s almost cute how his cock twitches just from Jakes fingertips softly ghosting along the inside of his thighs.
“You allow me a taste, right?” Jake asks, sounding innocent, but means anything but that.
“Y-yes, gosh yes- please, Jaeyun,” Heeseung begs again and Jake almost joins his moan.
Heeseung probably thought Jake would be going for his dick, but instead he places gentle kisses on his hip, down his thigh, where he switches to soft bites, which soon aren’t enough. Jake uses the flesh of Heeseungs thigh like a chew toy and sinks his teeth over and over again into it until red, almost purplish marks are all over his skin.
“Mine,” Jake whispers against Heeseungs heated skin. “All mine.”
“Yours…,” Heeseung weakly agrees, voice more a breathy moan than anything else. “Please, baby…”
Heeseungs left hand slides down the pillow and finds its way in Jakes hair, fingers carefully carding through the soft locks. Jake lets him, even leans into the touch and directs his focus now onto the still leaking tip of Heeseungs cock. It’s just his tongue darting out to lick a stripe along the protruding vein, but Heeseung lets out a strained moan. When Jake opens his mouth wider and welcomes his cock, a deep groan escapes Heeseungs lips and he bucks his hips up. This time Jake lets him, allows him even to fuck his throat, because Heeseung seemingly can’t stop his movements.
And Jake might be in the more dominant role tonight but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy choking on Heeseungs cock. He likes it, always enjoys having something in his mouth and his own arousal pools deep in the pit of his stomach, makes his pussy throb and he’s so wet, his panties are useless at this point. He feels it when his hand sneaks between his own legs to take off the edge; his fingers glide easily through his folds and Jake moans around the cock in his mouth when he grazes his clit. The vibration also goes straight to Heeseungs cock and Heeseungs moan resounds loudly in the room.
“Shit Jakey- I’m gonna-“
That’s Jakes sign to pull himself off from his cock, spit and pre-cum are dripping from his lips, but he still chuckles at Heeseungs whine.
“No, Jake, please, please, please…”
“Be good for me, Hyung, and you get what you want,” Jake simply says, stripping himself out of the last piece of clothing. “Stay still and be patient, yeah?”
Jake doesn’t wait for an answer, he just straddles Heeseungs lap and begins to slowly touch himself. A few strokes around his clit, teasing fingertips on his entrance, before finally a first finger enters his pussy. Jake bites on the inside of his cheek to hide the moans, but his heavy breathing betrays him.
“W-what are you doing?” Heeseung asks after swallowing hard.
Jake stops for a moment, before he takes Heeseungs hand and places it right next to his own hand, finger buried in his cunt. “Wanna help me?”
“Oh fuck, yes…”
Jake is about to laugh, but it ends in a shameless moan, when Heeseungs thumb circles his clit and Jake honestly wonders, how he’s able to do to that when he can’t see anything. He also doesn’t complain and just adds another finger to stretch himself.
And while he scolded Heeseung for being impatient before, Jake isn’t any better. Barely only using two fingers isn’t nearly enough, but he finally wants the real thing inside of him, no matter how good this feels.
That’s why he shoves Heeseungs hand away, pins it back to the pillow and kisses him – deep and sensual. The kiss swallows the hiss, that threatens to spill from his lips, when he tries to sink down on Heeseungs cock. It burns, but it burns in the best way possible, makes Jake feel full.
It’s even better when Jake breaks the kiss and arches his back a little. With that Heeseungs cock reaches every spot inside him just perfectly, makes him see stars with every roll of his hips.
“You can’t- ah cum until I’m done with you. Do you understand that, Hyung? You let me use you, right?”
“Y-yes,” Heeseung answers through gritted teeth, before taking a sharp breath.
Jake hums and begins to move his hips again. First slow, teasing, looking for what feels best. He enjoys how every muscle in Heeseungs body begins to tense, but it’s quick overshadowed by his own desire. His movements get faster, more precise and his index- and middle finger find its way to his clit. He feels his legs getting tired but also his orgasm nearing, approaching like a tidal wave that eventually consumes him and he cums with a loud moan, his head thrown back.
He rides his high out, feels his rapid heartbeat slow down again, but also the pulsing of Heeseungs cock inside of him. Heeseungs hands are now on Jakes hips, fingertips pressing in the flesh like he needed something that anchored him.
“Baby, can I see you now?”, he asks, voice strained and breathless.
Jake takes a look at the man under him – swollen, red-bitten lips, flushed cheeks, messed up hair and still the black satin mask over his eyes.
“Pretty,” Jake whispers, before he takes off the mask and Heeseung blinks a few times.
Now Jake has an answer to his question from before. Heeseung is teary-eyed, tears threating to spill every second from all the edging and teasing and Jake probably feels more satisfied from this than from his orgasm.
He crashes their mouths together to a desperate, messy kiss and Heeseung just gives in, lets Jake play with his tongue like he pleases.
“Wanna cum now, baby?” Jake asks, when they part and Heeseung whines again.
“Yes, yes please Jaeyun… can I?”
Jake presses one light kisses onto Heeseungs lips, before he nods. “Cum for me, Hyung.”
They both moan when Heeseung begins to move, even if it’s slow at first. Jake is sensitive from his earlier orgasm, but still-
“C’mon you can do better than that, don’t you?”
Somehow that works like flipping a switch, because Heeseung fucks into him now – desperate, uncoordinated, just chasing his release. Jakes body is pressed tight against Heeseung, whose fingertips are digging into the meat of Jakes ass and thighs. It’s hot and sweaty, almost suffocating, but Heeseung doesn’t let go. He clings onto Jake like he’s afraid he vanishes.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Heeseung mumbles in between low moans and his teeth are leaving their marks on Jakes throat.
Something tugs at Jakes heart at that, something very beautiful and he unites their lips again. He misses the sustained moan, when Heeseung finally reaches his high, with that, but he catches the soft, satisfied sigh, when they part. And the tear streaks on Heeseungs cheeks.
He’s so fucking pretty.
“I love you too,” Jake then says and kisses him again.
Unrushed, tender and sweet.
“Thank you for trying this with me,” Heeseung shyly admits after a while.
Jake stops running his fingers through Heeseungs hair to look at him. “Anytime, baby. Whatever you want.”
Heeseungs cheeks and ears get colored in a reddish hue after that and he cuddles into Jakes chest. Cute. Jake definitely has to look out for more… signals.