Our Love | Jeongcheol

sixteen

The second morning came around as sunlight seeped through the blinds of the room the couple now shared. Jeonghan scrunched his face, trying to fight off the light before his eyes fluttered open.

The sight that greeted him was of his boyfriend sprawled out next to him, snoring softly. A smile tugged at Jeonghan's lips almost instantly, his heart warming at how unguarded Seungcheol looked like this. His cheeks were puffed ever so slightly, his lips forming a small pout.

It was endearing, to say the least.

Well, if Jeonghan ignored the other details, like the way Seungcheol's shirt had ridden up, exposing just enough of his toned stomach to make Jeonghan's thoughts wander. Or how his biceps seemed even larger now that they were pressed against the pillow, the shadows shaping every curve.

Jeonghan bit his lip, a dangerous warmth pooling in his chest and spreading lower. This has been happening a lot recently. He woke up with an overwhelming urge to pull Seungcheol closer, to touch, to let his thoughts spiral into unholy places and do what his body wanted him to do to Seungcheol.

It was maddening.

Jeonghan reached out, intending to shake him awake, but his fingers froze halfway. Instead, he chuckled under his breath, murmuring to himself, "Yoon Jeonghan, get a grip." despite being sexually frustrated.

Seungcheol stirred slightly, letting out a soft grunt as he shifted, his arm lazily flopping over Jeonghan's waist. And just like that, all thoughts of restraint flew out the window.

He reached a hand out again, his fingers gently sliding across the soft skin of Seungcheol's toned stomach, a luxury only he could enjoy. He smiled as his hand continued roaming inside his boyfriend's shirt, his body warm against Jeonghan's colder hand.

The younger moved his face closer to Seungcheol's neck, lips so teasingly close as he did. He pressed a few butterfly kisses on the same spot before licking once, humming in satisfaction when Seungcheol's arm changed from being on his waist to the back of his head.

"Hannie," Seungcheol's hoarse morning voice said, warning the younger but Jeonghan didn't stop. He moved to the back of his boyfriend's ears and licked once before biting his ear.

Seungcheol let out a low groan, his body shifting. "Jeonghan," he warned again, though it lacked any real conviction.

Jeonghan smirked, leaning down to press another kiss just below Seungcheol's jawline. "Morning, Cheollie," he murmured, his voice dripping with sweetness as if he weren't being entirely sinful.

Seungcheol sighed, finally cracking one eye open to glare half-heartedly at Jeonghan. "It's too early for this,"

"And yet," Jeonghan teased, his lips brushing against Seungcheol's collarbone, "you're not exactly pushing me away."

Seungcheol muttered something, shifting again so that he was lying on his back. His hand found its way to Jeonghan's, still resting under his shirt, and he clasped it firmly. "If you keep that up, I'm telling your dad," he grumbled, though the corner of his lips twitched as if fighting back a smile.

Jeonghan tilted his head, pretending to consider it. "Hmm, I think I'll live," he said before dipping down to press a lingering kiss to Seungcheol's cheek.

Seungcheol huffed a laugh, finally giving in and wrapping his other arm around Jeonghan to pull him closer. "You're so annoying"

"I know, I'm the best," Jeonghan shot back, resting his head against Seungcheol's chest.

Seungcheol shook his head, his fingers idly tracing patterns along Jeonghan's back.

The two of them stayed like that for a while, the morning light spilling into the room and casting a warm glow over the couple. Jeonghan closed his eyes, now content to listen to the steady rhythm of Seungcheol's heartbeat beneath him.