Purple//KrisHo [UAU III]

IX / Eternal Bliss

WARNINGS: Sexual references

-Day 8; Wednesday, June 7th, 2017-

Eventually Kris Wu put the car into drive, and the two headed back to Kim Junmyeon's apartment in silence, neither of them allowing the other to release his hand.

Eventually Kim Junmyeon reached forward with his free hand and turned on the radio, and Kris didn't complain, nor change it on him. He allowed Junmyeon to fiddle with the dials on the console, switch from radio to CDs Kris kept in his car. Even when Junmyeon switched on songs he knew Kris loved, he still didn't say anything.

It's not like there was anything to say, anyways.

"Listen, Myeonie." Kris said finally, breaking the silence after he parked in the lot of the apartment. He sighed and turned to Junmyeon. "I-"

Kim Junmyeon surprised even himself that night when he leaned over and pressed his lips to Kris'.

Kim Junmyeon surprised himself even more that night when he felt Kris' lips push against his, returning the kiss Junmyeon had given him.

They kissed as they did a week ago in Kris' dorm, all silent but the soft crooning of the radio and the gentle smack of the two boys' lips as they moved in unison with one another feverishly.

The kiss sent a burning, tingling sensation throughout Junmyeon, sent him into such a state that not even the heaviest of drugs could make him feel this high and this alive.

Their hands were still intertwined between them, resting on the console, and Kris laid his free hand gently on Junmyeon's cheek, so gently that it was as if Kris was afraid to touch Junmyeon because if he did, Junmyeon would simply fade away from him and that was something Kris simply couldn't have.

In turn, Junmyeon placed his hand on Kris' hip, much like Kris had done to Junmyeon that night in Kris' dorm. And as the two of them kissed more and more, rougher and rougher, both of them fighting for dominance and trying to figure out if that was really how he was supposed to kiss the other and sending sensations of euphoria throughout them, Junmyeon wrenched his hand back towards himself, pulling Kris' hip to his and forcing Kris to fall atop him.

Like that night a week ago, they kissed until their lips felt numb and setting each other alight and on fire.

But unlike that night a week ago, when Kris' hands slipped Junmyeon's shirt up, he hesitated, breaking his lips away from Myeon's for a moment as if asking for permission.

Junmyeon opened his eyes, looking up at Kris who hovered above him, breathing deeply and quickly, but not quite a pant. Junmyeon could smell the scent of his cologne, much stronger than when Junmyeon laid his head in Kris' lap.

As Junmyeon leaned in to kiss Kris again, he felt the roughness of Kris' stubble, Kris moved the rest of Junmyeon's shirt up, and Junmyeon released Kris' soft lips and the asperous stubble around them and held his arms above his head as he let Kris bring his shirt up and over his head.

Another feeling of lightheadedness and turning his limbs to jelly rocked throughout Junmyeon as he studied Kris carefully, allowing the outline of his jaw and soft shape of his lips to be imprinted into his mind.

Quicker than he had Junmyeon's, Kris removed his shirt as well, but Junmyeon was too busy studying the sharpness of Kris' collarbone and how his neck flowed into his shoulder and into his arm and chest effortlessly (unlike Junmyeon's own, whose shoulder seemed a little off-centre from when he had dislocated it as a child) to notice or care where Kris had discarded their clothing.