hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

049 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Even with the permission, Soobin has to remind himself of who Yeonjun is. He’s not like Woosung, a human, who knows what to expect. Two years away from Yeonjun, and Soobin has forgotten how to behave around him. What’s normal to his human ex-boyfriend is something entirely unexplored for Yeonjun.

He hovers above Yeonjun, their lips almost touching, until he notices the open door, beyond which any human or warlock could pass by and see them.

“What’s wrong?” Yeonjun asks.

“I left the door open.”

The door swings shut and a cloud of bright orange dust falls from the handle to the floor.

After going home, Yeonjun’s dust has replenished, his wings are where they should be, and his powers are at their full potential. It’s like Soobin is dating a real pixie.

Not dating. He is going to ask Yeonjun about a label, just not now. Not when he could make out with him instead.

Yeonjun touches Soobin’s chest. “Your heart is really fast.”

“It’s fast in the good way,” Soobin says.

“You’re nervous.”

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Yeonjun would have protested if he was uncomfortable. It’s Soobin who isn’t sure how weird he’s being—if he’s taking advantage of Yeonjun’s innocence and inexperience as a pixie, even if said pixie is hundreds of years older than Soobin.

“Why would I be uncomfortable? What are you going to do?”

“I want to try a different kind of kiss, if that’s okay.”

“Like when you kissed me here?” Yeonjun points to his forehead where Soobin kissed him after Yeonjun named Simi.

“No, still here,” Soobin says, pressing his thumb to Yeonjun’s bottom lip. “Just, tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

“I’ll tell you.”

“Cool.”

It’s cool, right? To make out with a pixie who doesn’t know what making out is? It’s not like they’re having sex.

Soobin sits on Yeonjun’s lap, then leans down and lightly presses their lips together. Even if he is still fresh out of a relationship Yeonjun doesn’t have to know that’s weird.

“Try to, sort of, copy what I do. If you want,” Soobin whispers, kissing him again.

Soobin doesn’t know what to do with his hands, how much he’s willing to touch Yeonjun. For now, he rests his hands on Yeonjun’s chest, pressing him into the bed as he kisses him. Slowly, Yeonjun picks up on Soobin’s movements and slides his lips against Soobin’s the same way, though clumsier, in a way that he finds extremely hot.

He doesn’t know how he suddenly became so attracted to Yeonjun this way. Maybe because it has been so long since he saw him, and the last two years haven’t been exactly vanilla for him. He ignores the memories, the way he coped with his loneliness when Yeonjun left. He doesn’t want to think about sex with someone else while he’s trying to make out with Yeonjun.

As softly as he can, Soobin scrapes Yeonjun’s bottom lip with his teeth and tugs. Yeonjun gasps. He liked it. Soobin bites his lip again, harder, before kissing over the bite and resting his arms by Yeonjun’s head.

When Yeonjun’s hips twitch Soobin considers stopping. Yeonjun is eager to continue, holding the back of Soobin’s head and keeping him locked in place. Soobin swipes his tongue across Yeonjun’s lips. He liked that too. His wings stutter against the sheets.