Melt Me
wonkihyuk
"It's freezing," Hoseok huffs, kicking his boots off as soon as he closes the front door behind him. The tiled floor is cold too, and he can feel the chill shoot through his socks and into his bones. The snow that had clung to his clothes is already starting to melt, creating a puddle by the doorstep.
A hint of warmth drapes over his back, an arm around his waist and soft lips on his neck. A husky voice: "Drinking ice coffee in winter doesn't help." Slim fingers come around to pluck the plastic cup out of Hoseok's hand.
Hoseok grins and turns in the embrace, loosening the taller man's hold. Minhyuk is dressed in a cream sweater and a pair of soft old jeans that are worn at the knees and fraying at the ends. He's got slippers on, with little dogs running across the sides, and he looks unfairly warm.
His smile is warm too, eyes twinkling as he brings his hand up to brush half-melted snowflakes from Hoseok's hair.
"It tastes better than hot coffee," Hoseok explains, as seriously as he can with a red nose and pink ears, voice a little nasal. He might be coming down with something. Again.
"You didn't wear gloves either," Minhyuk chuckles, and takes Hoseok's hands in his. He brings them up to his mouth, his hot breath already working to thaw Hoseok's fingers. "You can't complain about being sick all the time if you don't even try to take care of yourself."
"I know you'll take care of me, though," Hoseok says, tilting his head with a smile he's certain everyone thinks is cute, only to falter when Minhyuk kisses one of his fingers, taking the tip into his mouth.
"Come on," Minhyuk says, letting go of Hoseok's hands to nudge his shoulder. "I'll warm you up." His eyes are dark — Hoseok can't tell where his pupils ends and irises begin — but he can see them glint, can see the gears turning in Minhyuk's head, and oh.
He trusts him.
Hoseok lets Minhyuk lead him into his own bedroom, lets Minhyuk take his jacket off, pull his hoodie over his head before pushing him down on his mattress, lets him straddle his hips with a smile.
(Minhyuk's always been good at taking care of people, be it holding Hoseok's hand and sitting by his side when he's nervous, or jerking him off at three in the morning when he can't fall asleep. And it's no secret that Hoseok likes to be taken care of. Plus, he likes to watch Minhyuk take control, sometimes.)
"Your nipples are hard," Minhyuk laughs, reaching down to thumb one of them.
"I'm cold," Hoseok whines — a bit petulantly — but arches into Minhyuk's touch because he's sensitive too.
"I know, babe." Minhyuk makes his a little huskier — like he does when he tries to flirt with cute girls and boys at coffee shops — and Hoseok has to fight to not roll his eyes. "I told you I'm gonna take care of you."
He kisses the tip of Hoseok's nose, then pecks lips and pushes his t-shirt up to his armpits, reaches down to tweak Hoseok's nipple, humming, pleased, when Hoseok shivers.
(They met through Jooheon, and somewhere between video games and a very nice lap dance in front of all their friends, they had become a thing. Not officially, not committed. They're friends, and they fuck, but Minhyuk likes playing around with other people too, and Hoseok told him he isn't looking for a serious relationship anyway.)
"Anyone else home?" Hoseok sighs when Minhyuk kisses his sternum, his fingers ghosting over Hoseok's collarbones.
(It was Hoseok's idea to move into a small house near the university, with Minhyuk and three other guys — cheaper rent than living on campus and all. Hoseok had been lucky enough to get his own room, since Kihyun declared he had to be quarantined.)
