Open My Eyes | Hyunchan

thirteen

Chan looked at the younger, who hadn't answered his question yet. "Weasel, do you want to be my boyfriend?" He was starting to let his mind run, what if Hyunjin was only using him.?

Hyunjin nodded, happily. "Yes, yes! We're dating now, no take backs."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Good."

"You're my weasel now," he cooed.

"Good," the younger smiled at him, making his heart melt. "Now shove those pancakes down your throat, I wanna head back home afterwards."

He couldn't help but find that to be suggestive so he gobbled his food. Enjoying the burn of the coca as it trailed down his throat with a swallow that Hyunjin seemed to be able to hear.

"What's your favorite thing?"

He shrugged, "I like a lot of things, but I suppose writing."

"You look like a good author."

"Or lyricist."

"Would you rather do that?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't make me money and my work is never credited. I can't sue the companies because of all the ruckus that will follow."

Hyunjin nodded, eating the last half of his omelette in one bite: opening his mouth wide and using his fork to shove it down his throat. Chan felt the smallest bit turned on by that, his mind going places it shouldn't.

"That makes sense." They made eye contact, the tension between them was growing and he couldn't place a reason for it. "When we're done can I come over? I want to see your written things."

"Of course," he smiled, taking the younger's hand into his own and fiddling with their fingers. "Baby."

Hyunjin was giddy, he had dated people in the past of course but never once had he felt such a big feeling. He couldn't place it, he was excited, happy, emotional, giddy, couldn't get Chan out of his mind;

Also horny.

He couldn't describe it, but he felt so turned on by the older. Maybe it was because they just had sex last night or they were newly dating, but he was so fucking turned on. 

Everything about Chan: the way the older would hold his hand as they walked back to their apartment, the sexual and funny jokes that would flow out of his mouth, the side glances that were filled with a new desire. It didn't help that he walked slightly behind Chan and saw how every muscle tensed and moved when he talked.

Maybe he was just horny, because he continued to notice Chan's back muscles until they started to climb the steps, where he went first. The older's veiny ass hands ghosted his body, almost eye fucking him as he walked up. 

Chan's voice, the smooth yet salty tone, the sweet yet devious intentions. All of that turned him on. He was being dragged to Chan's bedroom and was just about drooling over the back side of Chan. God the muscles.

"Baby," Chan said. "Weasel, you're staring at my back."

He gulped, watching as Chan paused to turn around, making their gazes meet. The older's eyes were slitted in a new way, one he'd never seen yet. "I like your muscles."

Chan smirked, "muscles?" 

"Yes," he nodded, watching as Chan's face formed a look of lust. "I like your muscles."

"Weasel," the older pulled him through the rooms, tossing his body down on the blood sheets. "I think you're very submissive."

He nodded, he liked submitting. Chan hovering over him, a dominant yet fucked look on his face. "Even if you top you'd submit, wouldn't you?" He nodded again, his hair getting ruffled against the bed. "What if I fucked you as you fucked me?"