innocent.

six.

chenle lifted his head up, and turned to face jisung, a grin spreading on his lips. he shook his crumpled blazer off, watching jisung squirm uncomfortably, before moving jisung's hair out of his face.

chenle was in the mood to wind jisung up. he could feel jisung knew, too, by the way his lips were pressed together in a firm line, a knowing look in his eyes.

chenle shifted further towards jisung, resting his head in the crook of jisung's neck, playing with jisung's hair slightly, shivering as jisung's breath hit his neck.

'what do you want, lele?' jisung whispered, and chenle pulled away, jisung's hands still resting on his thighs.

chenle opened and closed his mouth. he didn't know what to say. what could he say? he stayed still, realising the heavy silence in the air. birds sang through the open window. a car drove past, sending a flurry of petals from the trees outside. the curtains fluttered.

'i want you,' chenle finally muttered, staring at jisung's lips.

whatever confidence chenle had had was sapped away as jisung met his eyes, and jisung bit his lip nervously as chenle shifted slightly on his lap. suddenly chenle felt weak, turning to jelly at jisung's butterfly touches on his body.

'lele,' jisung muttered, something between a groan and a whisper. jisung threw himself forward, his hands finding their place on chenle's lower back and neck, desperately pushing their lips together, frantically. chenle was so shocked at the younger, he almost pulled away, but feeling jisung's hand entangled in his hair stopped him, and he sloppily kissed jisung back, pressing their bodies together as close as physically possible.

chenle shuffled forward, feeling jisung's hands pull at chenle's school tie and frantically unbuttoning his shirt, moving his lips to chenle's neck, moaning his name in a desperate whisper. chenle felt his cheeks burn as his vision went blurry. he mumbled jisung's name, arching his back. he was so happy.

chenle felt like his whole world was complete. he pressed himself against jisung, so forcefully he was scared he would break him, but he didn't care, all he wanted was jisung. he'd been waiting years to show it, and now he finally had the chance.

chenle gasped, and jisung pulled away, scared he'd hurt him, but chenle was grinning dizzily. after a quick glance to check it was okay, jisung fell forward, so chenle was underneath him, squirming against the mattress before kissing chenle again, creating patterns of blues and purples on his body. it wasn't long enough before jisung pulled away, gasping a little as he rested their foreheads together. jisung grasped their hands together, pulling chenle into a hug. they didn't need to say anything. they sat together for a while, realising how quiet the world around them was.

'jisung...' chenle couldn't work out if he was groaning or speaking normally, and jisung looked at the older, a look chenle had never seen glinting in his eyes.

'i love you,' jisung whimpered, pressing his body against chenle's once more, tangling their legs and his fingers in his hair.

'i love you too,' chenle bared his neck, and jisung placed his lips to it as chenle squeaked, but they didn't move.

'do you think my mum heard?' jisung whispered, realising how loud they must've been.

'almost definitely,' chenle grinned.

'you weren't very quiet,' jisung muttered, pulling absentmindedly at chenle's hair.

'i couldn't help it,'

jisung didn't answer, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over him. he closed his eyes, shifting into a more comfortable position with chenle in his arms. chenle began softly breathing, mumbling tiredly under his breath. jisung pulled away, looking at chenle's pale chest, marked with purples, blues and golds, and kissed his collarbone once more before closing his eyes.

i love you.