Sempiternal ♢ Jicheol

사십 일 • of shirts and seductions

Drabble game: 2, 23 & 34

I hope you liked this one! :) Just wanted to let y'all know that I might not post drabbles on monday since I'll be having a short break. 

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"I'm home."

As Jihoon entered the living room, he saw his boyfriend Seungcheol removing his shoes. He checked the time and saw that it was 2AM already. He walked towards Seungcheol and gave him a peck on his lips, making the older boy smile dreamily.

"Go ahead and wash up, I'll wait for you." Jihoon motioned for him to go. He walked towards the couch and sat down, turning the television on and flipping through late night shows trying to find something interesting.

After a few minutes (or what seemed like hours for Jihoon), he felt the couch dip down beside him. He looked to his left and saw Seungcheol who was smiling at him adoringly.

Seungcheol loved his view, oh he definitely did. His Jihoon, sitting crossed legs, his milky white thighs showing. He had a shirt which was too big for him, making his collarbone show itself. His sleepy expression made him look cuter, especially that pout on his kissable lips.

Damn, Seungcheol's one hell of a lucky guy indeed.

He then noticed a particular detail on the shirt Jihoon was wearing. He saw that tiny letter "S" on the hem of it, indicating that it was his. "Wait.. is that my shirt?"

Seungcheol now eyed Jihoon. His lover turned more attractive than ever, with him wearing his shirt. He just couldn't keep his hands to himself.

He smirked before pushing Jihoon, making him lay down on the sofa. He hovered above him, his smirk not fading from his face. His action startled Jihoon who was slowly drifting to sleep. He gave the older boy a confused look.

"Do you know how hard I'm trying not to kiss you right now?"

"Oh fuck that" Seungcheol thought before diving down on Jihoon's neck, leaving marks that would soon turn into a purplish color. Even though it hurts, Jihoon really didn't mind them, because in his eyes it was art.

Despite the sexual tension hanging in the air, Jihoon couldn't fight the sleepiness overcoming him. He pushed Seungcheol away and was about to head towards their bedroom when Seungcheol pulled him back on the couch, making him sit on his lap.

"You really think I'm letting you do this?" He smirked once again. He grabbed Jihoon's waist and pushed him down, grinding their hips down. "Nope, baby. Not today."