The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

245 🩺 First Time Every Time

Laying with his head in Jongho's lap, Yeosang held a biology textbook open for the younger as he copied out notes. Apart from explaining things as he was asked, Yeosang mainly gazed up at the boy, admiring his cute concentrated expression. He loved the way his brow pulled together, and the way his lips were slightly apart...

'You right there, staring holes in my head?'

Yeosang giggled, rejoicing as Jongho finally put aside his book and took the textbook from him, tossing it onto the bedside table.

'You look like you want attention.'

Yeosang's giggles turned to laughter as Jongho suddenly bent down and began showering him with kisses, tickling him until he caved.

'Truce! Truce! Truce I can't breathe!'

Falling into a pile of bodies, Yeosang felt his chest expand and his heart fill with joy. With Jongho on top of him, Yeosang gazed up directly into his eyes, melting under their sparkling warmth.

Lifting up, he pressed a peck against his lips, humming in content as their skin touched.

'You are adorable. Are you trying to make my heart explode?'

Yeosang giggled, blushing.

'How am I supposed to kiss you the way I want to, when you're being this sweet and soft?'

Yeosang's eyes widened, glancing down between then, and then back at his face. 'I can be sassy, if you prefer. I'm curious now. Just how do you want to kiss me?'

A smirk grew on the younger's lips at his sudden change in behaviour. 'Perhaps, with a little less cinnamon, and a little more paprika?'

'Oooh, you want spice.' Yeosang's lips pulled into a small devilish smile, before he suddenly trapped his leg and flipped them over.

Straddling him, he stared down into Jongho's momentarily startled expression with a satisfied glint to his eyes. 'Is this better?'

Jongho let his head fall back into the mattress as he groaned, a smirk on his face. 'You have split personality disorder, I swear. I almost want my cute cuddly Yeosang back. Where did he go so suddenly?'

A soft giggle escaped Yeosang's lips. 'Almost...' He leant down and nibbled on his ear, licking up the shell and exhaling against his skin. 'You can have cuddly Yeosang, or you can have spicy Yeosang.'

Reaching a hand down between then, he slipped his fingertips beneath the waistband of his jeans, and grated his lips along his cheek. 'Which do you want?'

Jongho moaned. 'Spicy Yeosang. Definitely spicy Yeosang. Cuddles can come after.' And with that, he grabbed a hold of his body and flipped them back over, running his hands up under his shirt and making Yeosang moan.

'Your voice is so pretty,' Jongho whispered, dipping down to join their lips. Massaging together, he lifted for a moment before running his lips over his jaw and down his throat. 'I want to kiss your voice...'

'Up here then baby,' Yeosang whispered, and the moment their lips and tongues met, he moaned.

Jongho melted against him, and it was everything Yeosang loved.

He would never get bored of the way it felt to be with Jongho.

And rolling around in the sheets, every time, felt like their first.

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