As they lay there in the soft glow of the bedroom light, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. Felix melted into the kiss, feeling Minho's warmth envelop him. Their lips moved together seamlessly, exploring and teasing, sending sparks of electricity through Felix's body. Kissing had never felt so crucial and sexy until he had kissed Minho. He had daydreamed about it for so long, how it'd feel to be in a relationship like he saw people around him and on the internet, how it'd feel to kiss someone and just lay around, slowly progressing to something more. He knew most of the things he had seen in the movies and internet was turned up a notch in the comfort to make it seem so easy, that the real life relationships were more intense and slightly demanding, but the way his love life was going on, he felt kinda smug of being one of the rare people who get to experience the drama/movie romance.
Minho's hands found their way to his waist, pulling himself closer, as their kisses deepened. Felix let out a soft, contented sigh, his fingers curling into Minho's hair as he kissed him back fervently. They were both caught up in the moment, lost in the heat of their connection, and everything else faded away. He felt the soft strands under his palm, between his fingers as he tugged Minho closer, the other hand skirting down the elder's broad shoulders, caressing the warm skin and feeling up the flexing back muscles.
"God, you're so beautiful," Felix murmured between kisses, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulled back slightly to look at Minho, his eyes wide with adoration. "Seriously, I can't get over how perfect you are, hyung."
Minho chuckled, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. "You're just saying that," he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice as he relaxed into the position more, his torso nearly aligned with Felix's, the delicious weight on him like a warm weighted blanket.
"Am I?" he grinned, biting his lower lip as he took in Minho's toned physique. "I mean, look at you. Those muscles? The way you kiss? You're like some kind of dream." And he was. He was teenager Felix's fever dream.
Minho smirked, clearly enjoying the compliments, the thin crooked quirk of his lips just adding to his naughty look. "I could say the same about you, you know," he replied, his fingers trailing up Felix's sides, eliciting a shiver from him. "But tonight, I want to take care of you."
His heart raced at the promise in Minho's words. "You always do," he said softly, his voice filled with affection because that was about as true as any fact stated in the stones. "Just be gentle, okay? I want to savor this."
"Always," Minho reassured him, his expression turning serious as he leaned in again, kissing Felix tenderly. With each kiss, Minho's touch became more deliberate, his hands roaming over Felix's body, exploring every curve and contour. He helped him sit up for a moment to remove his shirt before falling straight back into the fluffy pillows to be kissed some more. The soft touches, the careful handling was so different to what Felix had been expecting initially, it was quite jarring. Not that he didn't know Minho wouldn't be sweet and caring, but considering their previous tension filled interactions, he had half anticipated Minho to throw him on the bed and have his way with him. Which, in theory, wasn't something he'd have been against, actually.
But he also wasn't against the gentle love-making, the soft touches and teasing kisses and comfortable vibe.
He'd have his sexy fantasies sometime in the future, maybe tauntingly provoke Minho in actually throwing him down, but for now, he was just glad to lose himself in the feeling of being so cherished.
"Are you sure?" Minho asked, his voice low and filled with concern. He searched Felix's eyes for any sign of hesitation, wanting to ensure that he was completely ready.
Felix nodded, his heart pounding with eagerness. "I'm sure. I trust you."
With that, Minho leaned down, capturing his lips again, pouring all his love and affection into the kiss. Felix responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Minho's back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his fingertips. Which prompted the elder to sigh pleasantly and pull back a little, "You really are stunning," he breathed, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in Felix's bare chest, and shoulder, littered with freckles in random places just like his kissable cheeks.
