𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. (kpop smut oneshots)

✞ YUWIN; paradise.

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There was absolutely nothing in the entire world, no individual or lone force that could truly please Yuta in the ways that his boyfriend could. Sicheng was a walking masterpiece, a canvas splattered with warm tones that took the shape of gentle smiles and bewitching hickory orbs lined with gold, along with soft hands that fit just right in his own. The elder was hooked onto his boyfriends every word, every movement, the younger being the exact same, two absolutely infatuated teenagers who were simply high on the energy that the other gave off.

Sicheng had always been on the more bashful side, flustered so incredibly easily by the littlest of things. He was simply shy in nature, that was how he had always been, and his boyfriend wasn't one to complain about such a fact, especially since he found Sichengs flushed cheeks and sheepish smiles to be endearing in their own sort of uniquely charming way. It was easy to elicit such flustered reactions from the younger, who found himself a reddened mess from little things, from being showered by innocent compliments to seeing his boyfriend shirtless after a shower. Although he himself was quite embarrassed by his tendencies to become a blushing mess before the elder, Yuta never seemed to mind very much. He understood the anxiety that Sicheng felt whenever things got too intimate between them, and he understood how he was so easily flustered by less than modest sights.

Although they'd been together for over a year, exactly sixteen months and counting, Yuta never pressured the blonde into anything he felt he was unprepared for, ultimately meaning that they had never crossed the line of exploring one another sexually, as such a line was one that Sicheng always seemed to become too flustered towards- even when they got close enough to skim it. Yuta was comfortable with where they stood, as long as Sicheng was as well, perfectly fine with their relationship being made up of soft kisses and cuddles and nothing beyond that, and he was prepared to cross that bridge when Sicheng decided they'd gotten to it.

That was how Sicheng found himself sprawled out on their shared bed at half past ten in the evening, a porn website typed out into his search engine of his computer. Yuta was at work still, having taken the later shift that evening, leaving Sicheng to an empty apartment and a head plagued with his own restless thoughts.

The thought had been nagging at him for weeks on end, an undeniable curiosity as to what could be of his relationship with Yuta consistently dawning on him. Of course, he had had his fair share of nights spent alone in the shower, a victim to his own imagination with his hand ready to relieve him of what followed, however he had always felt far too embarrassed when it came to the actual act of being intimate with Yuta, thus leaving him to satisfy himself with a fantasy of his own playing behind his closed lids. It wasn't that he didn't want to get intimate or sexual with his boyfriend- because that simply wasn't the case at all. At the end of the day, however, when push came to shove, his own nerves seemed to get the best of him, and he was left having to halt his boyfriends actions time and time again.

However, he had had plenty of time alone with his thoughts whenever Yuta was at work, and it was the honest truth to admit that he had been questioning their lack of sexual contact with one another for a long time now. Although he was educated on sex, and held knowledge of the basics of the performance, he was certainly not the most familiar with the act itself, or how to bring it up into a situation.

He and Yuta told each other practically everything, so for him to keep such feelings to himself for as long as he had had definitely made him feel a certain sense of guilt for staying silent on the matter. Yuta had told him time and time again that he was ready whenever he was, yet in a way that sort of intended reassurance only proved to make him feel worse about his lack of outward enthusiasm towards the topic. Sicheng thought Yuta was the most gorgeous man alive, and the last thing he wanted was for him to think that he didn't find him to be the sexiest man alive as well, because god knew that that absolutely was not the reality.