Thinner

89

Reflectionary.
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The overall genuine warmth Hyunjin provided his rather cold and heat deprived body, creating such a comfortable atmosphere for the younger to calm his own anxiety down after all that overthinking, felt so comforted to the point he could fall asleep.

But tonight wasn't necessarily about sleep. His confidence may not have been built up yet, but the amount of comfort he felt around the older made him feel so secure in whatever this was going to end up being. Even if he knew deep down that his insecurities could ruin the moment the two of them had together, he genuinely couldn't bring himself to worry about it too much. He was constantly getting distracted by a ridiculous attractive man, which had a hard time keeping his hand to himself.

The movie that is currently playing on the large screen wasn't enough to occupy his thoughts. The only distractions he felt from his own mindset were the hands that roamed upon his body, as if it was searching for a boundary to explore. And by now, the larger hands holding around his smaller waist, almost completely engulfing around the tiniest curve on his body, seemed to be the only thing that occupied his merciless thinking.

And it was hard not to mention the warm breaths constantly fanning over the younger's neck, causing goosebumps to appear upon his skin. It felt useless for there to be a movie playing. Specifically a romance genre. When he had the experience for himself behind him. The one person feeling him up as if he was a precious jewelry to be inspected carefully. As if he was a person so pricey and fragile that just the tiniest amount of force could break his shell, costing an expensive repair needing to take place.

He felt over sensitized. All the sensation brought upon his still clothed body, yet his skin still being able to pick up every ounce of touch that landed on his body, from the soft and gentle touches, to the way the pair of hands held around his waist carefully, to the breath fanning over his neck.

And when a pair of soft, plump lips planted a sweet peck on the back of his nape, the blush that he was once capable of holding back from expressing itself appeared upon his skin just seconds later upon that first peck.

His own breath felt unsteady. His body felt restless, as if the situation was too calm for him.

Maybe it was the urge for something to happen. Maybe it was the need to feel the touches closer on his paler flesh. Maybe it was for the need to be kissed on his lips instead of the back of his neck. Or maybe the craving he had shut down due to the previous anxiety eating him slowly up from the inside.

It was a game of anticipation and waiting to receive just an offer of more approval to go further beyond just clothed contact.

And in the back of his head, he could picture the scene unfolding. He could sense the image of Hyunjin kissing down his naked body, taking his sweet time to cherish the work of art that he would create upon his thinner skin.

But that was only an imagination yet to become true. And if he had to be so honest with himself, he had a feeling it would take a while to get there unless he sped up the situation himself.

He kind of didn't want to do that.

He actually enjoyed the slow attention he received from the older. Even if the way that Hyunjin would embrace him, touch him, kiss him, he liked how it lasted the way it did.

As an experimental trial. Hyunjin slowly slipped his hands beneath the boy's hoodie. Gracing his fingers gently over the younger's skin.

The tickling sensation distracted Jeongin completely to the point he rested his head heavily against the latter's chest, taking a deep breath as he felt himself drowning into the sensation of being felt up by the older.