( Bang Chan + Hwang Hyunjin )
❝I cannot risk losing her.❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Pride is something that Bang Chan was forced to put aside in order to satisfy his basic needs. And he'd grown used to it for the year and a half that he'd been living o...
New year, new home. New apartment padded in a soft cream beyond the insulation, and furnished, for the most part. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms, a larger kitchen, and Felix's favorite, a small office that he was ever so excited to utilize for painting and drawing .
Everything seemed to have fallen into place. And the giggles and humorously snappy remarks shooting past his lips and that of his lover, where they worked in his new bedroom, only served as confirmation.
Only served as a form of reassurance that everything that had to be, was.
But apart from all of that-- apart from the fluffiness and fruitful efforts exerted into making Felix's living space as fit for his artistic settlement as possible, and looking away from their innocent, laughable conversations, Seungmin was distracted, for some reason.
After a melodious period of chatter did his tongue find rest behind his teeth, breaths heavy, palms sweaty, eyes guiltily stealing every opportunity to glance down at the soft curve of his boyfriend's behind.
But he didn't like that, not at all. Yes, the sight was arousing and the appreciation of Felix's shape was almost demanded, but still.
Still he--
"Seungmin!" Felix called for the third time, followed by a careful slap to his right cheek, alerting Seungmin's hand to rub it. "What's wrong with you," he chuckled, "You just zoned out for a few minutes."
"Nothing..." Seungmin shook his head and looking away diffidently. But from the red shade taking over his cheeks, and his inability to meet Felix's eyes all of a sudden, Felix could tell. So he looked down at the outline of his legs for more confirmation, observing how temptingly visible things probably were, in his leggings.
"Nothing," Seungmin said again, still blushing. "But can we- can we take a break? I kinda just want to chill for a bit... Maybe... I dunno... do... stuff..."
"I- give me a second," Felix breathed in, deep, and squeezed his thighs together slightly. It always amazed them both, how sexual tension would creep within their atmosphere, as if it wasn't used to their attraction yet, and never would be. "I should use the bathroom first," he let out, hurrying toward the bathroom door and closing it loudly behind.
But forgetting to turn the lock.
With trembling hands, Felix reached for a rag that he had, thankfully, left by the sink, before drenching the dry cloth under running water. And then he drew his leggings down, with his underwear, to his ankles, lifted one leg to the toilet seat, and pushed his head as far as possible over his shoulder, cleaning. Embarrassed, that he didn't think to do the thorough preparation earlier.
