"Hyung, are you happy?"
The question came suddenly, Jooheon's lips pressed against the bronzed skin of Changkyun's slightly pudgy stomach. He was situated between Changkyun's thighs, a hand on either of the boy's hips. He was breathless, lips swollen and red and wet, tongue darting out every few seconds to lick at his lips. He could feel the strain of Changkyun's briefs on his collarbones. His own briefs were tented the same way.
"Am I happy?" Jooheon repeated, looking up at Changkyun with half-lidded eyes. His voice sounded properly wrecked, low and hoarse and everything that drove Changkyun wild. His hair stuck up strangely, a result of Changkyun's fingers tugging at it with every bit of praise he offered Jooheon. His own body suddenly felt cold, the oversized shirt he was wearing suddenly feeling too thin; the way it dipped down to reveal his collarbones and a hint of his shoulder suddenly making him shy.
"Yeah, are you happy?" Changkyun echoed, a small smile on his lips to comfort Jooheon. He reached down, sitting up the slightest bit to take Jooheon's hands between his own, to rub small circles on the backs of his hands.
Jooheon paused again, forcing his head to momentarily clear from the haze it was in. He had incredible friends, and he was dating the love of his life and his best friend. His heart raced every day. He found himself unable to hide a smile when he saw Changkyun or thought of him. Their text messages made him smile when he was nervous or when he missed Changkyun. He definitely considered himself happy
"Yeah, I'm... I'm happy. I have a wonderful boyfriend and best friend. I'm really happy," he answered slowly.
