1 and 0nly (SVT one shots)

Just Us (JeongCheol )🔞

Jeonghan was really grateful Seungcheol didn't have neighbors.

The elevator ride was long enough for the both of them to get riled up apparently, and when the door opened, they stumbled into the hall clumsily, lips locked in a fierce kiss.

Jeonghan didn't know what was happening with him — these days, a particular look from Seungcheol was all to get him all heated up. To his defense, Seungcheol was no better. All it took was Jeonghan's gaze straying to those pale, soft lips, for Seungcheol to press him against the elevator wall and kiss him stupid.

When Seungcheol let go of his wrists, Jeonghan threw his arms around Seungcheol's neck and pulled him back, towards the doors to Seungcheol's apartment.

In Jeonghan's back pocket there was a key card Seungcheol gave him a while before they got together. It probably wasn't the safest place to carry such a thing, but Seungcheol never said anything about it.

Now, Jeonghan was a little glad he kept it there, because Seungcheol's hand shifted lower from his hips, sliding into the back pocket of his jeans, his slender fingers catching the card.

It made Jeonghan smile into the kiss, and Seungcheol smiled too, before fishing out the card and unlocking the door blindly.

Seungcheol kicked it closed behind them and a quiet beep informed them that the door has locked. Jeonghan had no mind to even think about it, as Seungcheol walked them to the wall again and started to tug off Jeonghan's thick jacket.

When their noses brushed, their tips were still cold from the chilly weather, Jeonghan's blush even brighter due to the cold.

They wriggled out of their heavy shoes forcefully, socks soaking in the puddles of melted snow they left by the door.

Kkuma's claws tapped on the floor as he ran into the hallway, immediately jumping up at Jeonghan's side, her tail wagging madly. Jeonghan was able to give him a quick pet, before Seungcheol wrapped a hand around his snout and pushed her away.

Get lost, he groaned into Jeonghan's lips, making him chuckle.

Don't be like that, Jeonghan said, turning his face to the side to look at Seungcheol's maltese, but Seungcheol caught his jaw and brought his face back to kiss him.

Later, he said with authority and Jeonghan felt a shiver running down his spine. Oh, how he liked when Seungcheol was like this.

Jeonghan pushed Seungcheol's coat off his arms, having half a mind to throw it a bit further, so it won't get wet with melted snow they brought in. It was an expensive coat, after all.

Jeonghan's beanie was gone next, and then his scarf, that was already barely hanging off his shoulders.

Their lips disconnected with a smack, and Seungcheol leaned down to grab Jeonghan by the thighs and lift him up. The wall was a good leverage, so Seungcheol could support Jeonghan's weight on his hips. Jeonghan helped him, of course, clinging to Seungcheol with his arms and legs, before Seungcheol took a step back.

He didn't wobble, he never did, which was a wonder to Jeonghan. . As a grown, solid man, he surely was heavy, and yet Seungcheol held him as if he was light as a feather.

Like this, Jeonghan's hardness was pressed to Seungcheol's stomach, and he moaned at the friction, pressing their lips together again, because it was absolutely unbearable not to kiss Seungcheol.

Seungcheol carried him to the master bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Kkuma pressed her nose to the crack under the door, sniffling, but Seungcheol had no intentions of letting him in.

They fell into the sheets.

The bed smelled like Seungcheol's shampoo — the personalized, fancy one he ordered online, the one that smelled like jasmines and made his hair all soft and fluffy — and simply like him, like his sharp cologne and his natural, musky scent Jeonghan loved so much.