-'n' Night Stands-🔞

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By the time Haruto reached home, Doyoung was softly snoring at the back seat of the car. He looked quite messed up thanks to that rough one round, however, his aura was still somehow graceful. The butter smooth skin on him showing under Haruto's shirt, with his hands under his fluffy cheek- he looked innocent. A sad kinda innocent if you consider the dried out tear stains on his face.

Haruto got off the car, unlocked the rear door and slowly called Doyoung, adding a soft touch to his beautiful, velvet smooth voice. Doyoung stirred in no time. He said something unfathomable, making the younger crackle at his cuteness.

"Wake up, Doyoung. We're home." Said Haruto, poking his arm a little harder.

"Huh? Where's hyung?" Doyoung asked fast, his eyes quite red. It took him seconds to realize he wasn't 'home' kinda home, but at Haruto's place.

"Hi." Haruto smiled. Doyoung noticed him and sat up. "Why're we here?" He asked.

"Do you want me to take you to your place? Like this?" Haruto pointed at his bare chest, dirty shirt and obviously drunk state. Doyoung frowned. "Right."

Haruto held him by the arm, slightly tugging at it. Doyoung listened this time. He got off the car, stumbling once. He wasn't completely sober yet, and he had been fucked recently; so it wasn't surprising that he had trouble walking.

Haruto noticed that too. So, he quickly took the elder's arm over his shoulder, balancing half of his weight to help him walk.

"Thanks." Doyoung said.

They walked all the way to Haruto's room. The house was empty, which is not new for Haruto. He unlocked the door and helped Doyoung climb the stairs to his room. They both smelt like sex and sweat. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but Haruto did care for cleanliness. So, once he sat Doyoung on bed, he took out a fresh set of nightwear and a towel. Offering them to Doyoung, he said, "Take a shower first."

Doyoung looked at the fresh clothes in monotony. The blunt feelings from the evening came rushing to him, and he felt sad all over again. He looked at Haruto and said, "Do you mind if I don't?"

Haruto was a bit taken aback, "Why?"

"I don't feel like it." Doyoung replied.

"In that case, I can help you." Haruto said, "We can shower together."

Doyoung shook his head, "I really don't want to take a shower now."

"But you're-"

"If you feel disgusted, you can show me another room, I'll stay there."

Haruto pressed his lips shut. Doyoung was really bothered. He crouched down before Doyoung, who had his eyes on the ground. Haruto held him by the shoulders, "I never feel disgusted with you, okay?" He gave an assuring smile, "I insist because it's not good for you."

Doyoung sighed. He took the stuff from Haruto and stood up. Without uttering a single word, he went to take a shower. Haruto was concerned for him. Doyoung wasn't being himself. Who made him so sad!?

By the time Doyoung finished, Haruto had freshened up himself, also prepared the bed. He looked at Doyoung at the sound of his footsteps. The bottle green pajamas were a size too big for Doyoung. So the extra cloth covered his palms and feet as he walked. He kept his hair dry, so they only stuck at his forehead at places. With the white towel around his neck, he looked extra adorable. Haruto felt a pang in his chest. He really really liked the view.

"Feeling better?" He asked. Doyoung gave a small nod of affirmation. Haruto took the towel from him and showed him the bed. Doyoung got in. The bed was huge. He still scooted to one side, leaving enough space for the younger. Haruto followed him seconds later. Doyoung was lying straight, staring at the ceiling. Haruto went closer to him, and spooned his entire frame, surprising him to no bounds.