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YUTA 🔞

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Author's POV:

he TV's consistent chatter filled the silence of the dorm left mostly vacant apart from Yuta, who had opted on staying behind when the other members had asked him to come along on their café trip that rare afternoon off, and [Y/N], his boyfriend of nine months who would sneak in whenever he could.

They lay on the couch, [Y/N]'s back atop Yuta's chest, encased by the idol's lean arms and rhythmically tickled by his hot breath against his ear. It was rare that they could spend time alone together, even more so whilst NCT 127 were promoting their latest release, Cherry Bomb, and so the feeling of comfort they shared had been missed. In their time apart, however, it was not merely the desire to laugh and be together that festered within them both, but also a longing for something that could renew their profound connection, send fire along their veins and make magma drip from their lips.

[Y/N] let out a low groan, disinterested in the show playing on television, and squirmed within his boyfriend's hold, peering up at him. When Yuta didn't return his gaze, [Y/N] let his eyebrows furrow and stretched upwards, just enough to teasingly nip at the side of the older's neck.

He knew Yuta liked it, the way the other struggled to not evidently tense was a clear sign enough, and it brought on recollections of their more heated kisses, when they were all tongue and desperation, teeth scraping against damp flesh and soft pants becoming the melody that accamponied the sound of their lips meshing together.

Breaking [Y/N] out of the fog of memories, Yuta let out an airy chuckle, finally turning and lowering his head, smiling fondly prior to pressing a faint peck to the smaller's nose.

"What does my munchkin want, hm?"

Upon hearing the nickname, [Y/N]'s expression instantly soured, marring with a scowl that had the Japanese man quirking a brow.

"For you to stop calling me that," [Y/N] bit back, pushing himself off of the man's chest and into a seated position between his long legs, "Way to kill the mood, dumbass."

Yuta blinked at [Y/N] through the strands of brown hair that twirled before his eyes, briefly taken aback by how upset his partner had become at a nickname he had called him by for a while.

He huffed out a laugh, looking to the TV and then back to the man still sitting with an angry glare cemented to his face. Yuta pursed his lips, tentatively lifting a hand to set it upon [Y/N]'s left arm.

"Hey, baby, I'm sorry," He eventually murmured in apology, rubbing along [Y/N]'s warm skin in an attempt of soothing his abrupt irritation, "Why are you so upset?"

At the question, [Y/N] looked to him, expression somewhat deadpan if not for the fact that his [e/c] eyes still glimmered with lust.

"We're alone," [Y/N] abstractly replied, sight now unabashedly drifting continuously from Yuta's lips to his intrigued gaze.

"We are."

[Y/N] shifted, pushing one of Yuta's legs down to the floor so that he could transition onto his knees, situated between the idol's thighs. The brunet remained silent as he watched his partner stare down at him in the yellow-toned lighting of the five o'clock sunlight that dribbled along everything it touched like honey, his pulse oddly quickening as he felt the intensity of the other's look.

"[Y/N]?"

The ginger call of his name had the smaller's skin tingling, and the way those eyes that typically shimmered with mischief now gazed up at him with timid longing had heat pooling in his lower stomach.