He Looks Up Grinning Like A Devil | Sunghoon X Jungwon

And I Cried Like A Baby Coming Home From The Bar

[Sunghoon]

Sunghoon makes an undignified sound at the back of his throat when Jungwon pushes at his shoulder roughly, the skin he's abusing in his mouth popping free at the movement. He raises his head to the latter in question but the younger is already jumping down from his perch on the railing.

Sunghoon steps back forlornly. He trails after the dark-haired as they cross back to the inside of the room, but Jungwon shoots him a warning look when he attempts to follow him to the adjoining washroom.

In the end, he decides to inspect the room thoroughly before extracting the huge bed in the middle of the room and using it to barricade the main door. He also uses the provided settee to block the door to the balcony. It will not protect them entirely in the event of an ambush, but it will buy them time.

He arranges their things around the bed, affirming that they are within their reach, and removes his boots. He wants to sleep with less articles of clothing, but he doesn't want to waste time dressing back up in a hurry if needed.

He lies down in the middle of the bed and tries not to think about his abandoned paperwork and his hastily written note to Jay and Ni-ki. In his fear of being left behind by Jungwon last night, he had forgone proper explanation for his disappearance. Well, no matter. It has happened and he will deal with it when they come back.

His mind eventually traces back to their shared kiss just minutes ago. He recalls the way the younger sounds, his breathless pants, the groans muffled on the back of his throat. How he bares his neck to provide Sunghoon more access, the feel of his fingers twisting painfully in his hair—

The older exhales, willing himself not to get worked up. It's exhilarating to crawl underneath Jungwon's skins as much as it's exhausting. He cannot remember a time wherein he was forced to repressed his desire to be physically involved with another person. That he's exercising such restraints is a feat to himself.

There was a moment, when they were in Sunghoon's bed chamber just before they left the Palace yesterday evening, that he was sure he had the younger. He knows that his lover returns his attraction, can see it everytime he lets himself loose when they kiss and looks at Sunghoon like he wants to devour him whole. Or be devoured. He was so close then, could have just pushed the thin fabric of his own clothing over the younger's stomach and worship him between his legs—

The door to the washroom opens and Sunghoon immediately seeks out the other with his eyes. Molten satisfaction runs through him as he observes the necklace of bruises on Jungwon, slowly darkening against the ivory of his skin. The latter keeps his shirt buttoned to his middle, not bothering to fix it, and exposing the strong planes of his chest and the love bites he's sporting.

Sunghoon must look like he's gloating because Jungwon frowns at him. "Get that look off of your face."

"What look?" He shoots back just to be annoying. It's so fascinating to him that his lover seems so bent on seducing him and yet there's nothing suggestive in his eyes.

It is fascinating as it is irritating.

The dark-haired rolls his eyes before sitting on the corner of the bed and starts removing his own boots.

"Wash up or sleep on the floor."

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He washes up as efficiently as he can without stripping or wetting his clothes. By the time he crawls back to bed, Jungwon has already laid down and chosen his side, arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. Sunghoon lies down next to him and risks his safety by rolling on top of the younger.

"Sunghoon," Jungwon warns, not bothering to open his eyes. Sunghoon smirks to himself at the mild reaction.

"Yes, doll?"