Forbidden Desire | sunsun

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Sunghoon wakes before Sunoo to feel the warmth of the sun on his cheek. When he turns his face, it's into the soft satin of the bedsheets, hazy with the smell of lavender and sex from the night before. He opens his eyes and sees the faint particles of dust slowly swirling through the air, soaring and falling with the blow of the warm breeze through the open window. Feeling a chill, he pulls the blanket higher, wrapping his body in the downy quilt.

Sunoo is still sleeping softly, his eyelashes a dark smear against his pale cheeks as he breathes deeply. His dark hair sweeps over his face, messy and untamed but still boyish in a way that's charming and soft. Sunghoon wants to reach out and brush the stray wispy pieces of hair away, but he hesitates, pulling his hand back.

Sunghoon can hear the maids beginning to stir downstairs, so he carefully steps out of bed, walking only where he knows the floorboards don't creak and begins to reach for his clothes on the floor where they carry the cold of outside and the smell of wind on the fabric. His lips tingle like they've just been kissed, the memories making the taste of Sunoo's body still linger on his tongue.

He must have made a noise, or maybe Sunoo sensed the heat from his body was no longer beside him, because he can hear Sunoo rolling over to look at him. When Sunghoon turns to face him, his head is propped up on his wrist and he's smiling gently at him.

"Is it morning?" Sunoo asks, rolling onto his back so that his hair splays out around him. Sunghoon can make out the slip of bare chest and collarbones where the blankets slide down his body. "Come back to bed."

Sunghoon swallows. The air nips at his body, where he's naked except for the wrinkled button-down he slept in, and he can feel the stickiness of spit and his own release still on his thighs from the night before. If he looks down, he wonders if he'll see bruises.

"You should get ready," Sunghoon says. He lets the clothes he was holding fall to the floor, and he walks over to Sunoo's bed, where Sunoo reaches up to tug at his collar.

"It's too early," Sunoo pouts. "Don't tell me you have work to do?"

"I don't," Sunghoon says honestly. "My only job is to look after you, and you're the one who has work to do."

"Then why were you leaving?" Sunoo asks curiously. He tugs on Sunghoon's shirt, pulling him on top of him so that their chests are flush and their legs tangle together. It's too intimate, but Sunghoon doesn't pull away. Sunoo runs his hands up Sunghoon's thighs, sliding them under his shirt.

"I was going to get you your breakfast," he lies. He was going to leave before his thoughts caught up to him, the uncomfortable prickle of anxiety spiking on the back of his neck. He pulls back because suddenly Sunoo's face is too close and it makes him dizzy. Sunoo just grins at him cutely, scrunching up his nose.

"You don't need to make it awkward, it was just a kiss," Sunoo says with a laugh. He flicks his hair away from his face and raises an eyebrow, eyeing Sunghoon up and down. "Are you shy?"

"No," Sunghoon huffs, laying down on his back so that he's staring at the ceiling. Sunoo mimics him.

"Do I need to kiss you again?" Sunoo teases, leaning in closer, and Sunghoon laughs, pushing him away.

"Do you like me or something?" Sunghoon goads, smacking his chest.

"Mm, don't be silly," Sunoo says with a yawn, and Sunghoon isn't hurt by it. If anything, he's relieved to hear the words, because they mean that Sunghoon hasn't ruined something he wouldn't be able to face the consequences of. He knows he shouldn't have kissed Sunoo, even under the pretense of it being practice. As wrong as it was, it's not allowed between them, as much as it felt good, and he can't risk Sunoo asking him for it again.