a soft, gentle light caresses the curtains. rumpled bed sheets, heavy eyelids. he tian's arms are wrapped around guan shan's waist, and they've been there before morning light; he buries his face into the curve of the boy's shoulder, feels the growing pulse against his lips, as he exhales and then kisses the spot, tenderly. guan shan hums, fingers reaching after he tian, but the motion falters quickly as warmth coils around him. he tian's bare chest feels so good against his back and guan shan loves it, the perfect way it fits, every night. he wants to sleep for a bit longer, almost dozes off. but he tian's lips are still there, on him, and now they're brushing against his jawline. his hot breath is pouring down the side of his neck. feels a bit ticklish, taunting in a way. makes it hard to fall back asleep.
so guan shan cups he tian's cheek and turns around slowly to face him, noses touching. would whisper something, but the words aren't there yet. his lips are parting for something else, something soundless and sweet. he wordlessly asks for it and he tian knows right away.
they kiss. a soft brush at first, a weak pull. it lingers for minutes and it feels magnetic, as a kiss is almost always followed by another, and the mutual desire for more when guan shan moans against he tian's mouth. a low, muffled moan. it's his damn fault. you got turned on by a kiss? — can almost hear his teasing words behind the trace of his grin. and somehow, now his hand is sliding down between guan shan's thighs, as the boy slowly, instinctively, opens himself more for the touch. part of him knows how this is going to end, for both. shouldn't, maybe, but it's still early and nothing really matters when you wake up, when the outside world is still a distant realm and it almost feels like.. the focal point of the universe is on them.
and part of him really wants it: he tian's cheeks between his bruised thighs, large hands on each side to keep him there. he tian's wet, flushed lips, after eating him out. the look they share, both panting and lost in each other. the rawness, the sweat, the shower they take together after dozing off for a bit longer in each other's arms. [...]
"we'll be late again." guan shan whispers, running his thumb gently over he tian's cheek. the boy closes his eyes at the touch and leans in a little more "..yeah."
there are mornings reserved for soft things and some.. for messy, stained sheets.
