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Minhyuk wakes up to soft shuffling sounds and the faint smell of flowers. Jasmine, maybe. His eyes are still heavy, and he doesn't want to open them and he's warm. But he knows this isn't his room (too many stuffed animals at the foot of the bed, not enough pillows) and he'll have to leave at some point.
It takes a good few minutes to find the strength to actually move, and when he does, he's greeted by the sight of a near naked Hoseok, wearing nothing but soft cotton baby blue boxer shorts. This year, he's been going to the gym more often — bulking up more, his chest and arms thicker, shoulders wider. His nipples are the prettiest color Minhyuk's ever seen, and he wonders if he'll ever not have the urge to bite them.
"Hey." Minhyuk's voice is scratchy, heavy with sleep. His hair is probably a mess. He rubs a hand over his face and slowly sits up, Hoseok's blankets falling around his waist. Cool air hits his bare chest, but Minhyuk doesn't mind, too much. It helps wake him up.
After a moment, he asks, "What time is it?"
"Almost noon," Hoseok says in a low voice, and he settles onto the bed, crossing his legs with a sweet smile. From here, the smell of jasmine is stronger.
Minhyuk grins, sharp, looking at the bruises scattered across Hoseok's chest and thighs from last night. They're blotchy purples and reds, like splashes of watercolor, like Minhyuk stained Hoseok's skin with his brushes.
Minhyuk reaches out to trace a magenta mark on Hoseok's chest. "You could've woken me up earlier." Hoseok leans into his touch. Minhyuk brushes his thumb over Hoseok's nipple.
"You looked really tired," Hoseok sighs and shifts closer. He isn't meeting Minhyuk's eyes. "So I thought I would let you sleep more."
Minhyuk chuckles, slides his hand up to hold Hoseok's chin between his fingers. "How considerate of you." Hoseok seems softer today, seems to crave Minhyuk's touch. From this close, Minhyuk can see brown eyeliner, and a tinge of pink on Hoseok's lips, and Minhyuk thinks he knows what Hoseok might need. "My sweet baby boy."
Hoseok blushes and ducks his head again with a small smile, and Minhyuk's chest warms. He's seen a lot of sides of Hoseok, and this is one of his favorites. It makes him feel like Hoseok trusts him, trusts Minhyuk to see him and handle him when he's like this. It brings out something in Minhyuk he isn't sure he can put a name to yet.
(It's still new to Minhyuk, and Hoseok too. They're still testing the waters. Sometimes Minhyuk coaxes him into it, but usually Hoseok falls into this himself, and Minhyuk adjusts for him, helps him. Finding the right words, the right mood, the right way to touch Hoseok when he's like this — it isn't always easy. But Minhyuk is so thankful that Hoseok lets him in, that he was chosen out of all the people Hoseok's been with.)
"Pretty baby," Minhyuk nearly coos, and throws the blankets off his lap, smirking a bit when Hoseok eyes his cock and licks his lips. "Can you give me a kiss?"
"Yes," Hoseok says, a rushed whisper. He almost scrambles forward and ghosts his lips over Minhyuk's, waiting for him to make the first move.
And, fuck. Minhyuk loves how Hoseok just lets go, lets him take control, lets him hold power and responsibility for a little while.
When they kiss, Hoseok tastes like strawberries.
("Do you think it's weird?" Hoseok had asked. He was naked except for a simple black choker. It was one of the rare instances where they talked after sex, and Minhyuk almost didn't want to carry out a conversation, because Hoseok had just fucked him so well, and all he wanted to do was sleep. But this was important to Hoseok, so it was important to Minhyuk too. "Most people, when they look at me, they wouldn't expect it, right?"
