( hao almost protests when hyunsu's hands slide up to grip his waist (almost) because that means that he isn't grabbing his ass, which probably also means that he's not getting hyunsu's fingers inside him yet, and actually his life is so hard, almost as hard as his dick —
he lets out a huffy sigh as his fingertips trace up his ribs, as hyunsu — the monster — taunts him, the pads of his thumbs slowly brushing over his already-peaked nipples making his stomach contract, squirming a little beneath his touch, toes curling in the confines of his knee-high socks and digging into the mattress. hao's no god damn damsel, but he can certainly play the part of one, believable if only because he is affected, no matter how cool he tries to play it when he grips hyunsu's chin and gazes down at him with narrowed eyes.
the facade seems to crumble in milliseconds the moment the monster answers hao's smartass remark with a bold matter-of-factness, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. it's embarrassing, the way he can't seem to mask his surprise, cheeks flushed from something other than horniness for once. he knows that hyunsu likes him, wants him, would probably do anything hao asked, but from the monster? he expects a fight, a little more push and pull like that first night in the club, taunting and goading, but. no, the monster wants him, too because he is hyunsu. he's been hyunsu for all of these months, cuddling in hao's bed, getting elbowed at the arcade, hao's teeth grazing the back of his neck in a private room in the back halls of otherworld.
it's not often that hao's left speechless and at a loss for words, the king of yapping defeated, but there's something about the monster that makes him want to shut himself the fuck up. he opens his mouth like he might say some shit, but instead, his hands slide to cup hyunsu's face and he leans down to kiss him, a deep, slow, greedy thing, burying his newfound shyness against his mouth and murmuring between presses of lips: ) Then what are you waiting for?
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he lets out a huffy sigh as his fingertips trace up his ribs, as hyunsu — the monster — taunts him, the pads of his thumbs slowly brushing over his already-peaked nipples making his stomach contract, squirming a little beneath his touch, toes curling in the confines of his knee-high socks and digging into the mattress. hao's no god damn damsel, but he can certainly play the part of one, believable if only because he is affected, no matter how cool he tries to play it when he grips hyunsu's chin and gazes down at him with narrowed eyes.
the facade seems to crumble in milliseconds the moment the monster answers hao's smartass remark with a bold matter-of-factness, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. it's embarrassing, the way he can't seem to mask his surprise, cheeks flushed from something other than horniness for once. he knows that hyunsu likes him, wants him, would probably do anything hao asked, but from the monster? he expects a fight, a little more push and pull like that first night in the club, taunting and goading, but. no, the monster wants him, too because he is hyunsu. he's been hyunsu for all of these months, cuddling in hao's bed, getting elbowed at the arcade, hao's teeth grazing the back of his neck in a private room in the back halls of otherworld.
it's not often that hao's left speechless and at a loss for words, the king of yapping defeated, but there's something about the monster that makes him want to shut himself the fuck up. he opens his mouth like he might say some shit, but instead, his hands slide to cup hyunsu's face and he leans down to kiss him, a deep, slow, greedy thing, burying his newfound shyness against his mouth and murmuring between presses of lips: ) Then what are you waiting for?