The Demon Next Door

28

"You know you look really beautiful right now?"

Kyungsoo raised his gaze from his old red dictionary, momentarily forgetting the fact that he was searching for the definition of the word erethreal. He turned his head in the direction of his bed, locking eyes with Jongin's chocolate orbs that he'd felt on him even before the younger man had spoken.

The older's cheeks bloomed pink. Kyungsoo looked back down to the page of the dictionary, teeth slowly sinking into his bottom lip as he tried to prevent the smile about to appear on his own face.

He heard the rustling of sheets as Jongin got off of his bed and made his way to his desk. Hands were suddenly on his shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. Kyungsoo looked back at the younger man standing over him.

"What made you say that?"

"My inability to lie to you." Jongin's knuckles glided down Kyungsoo's cheek. "You just get prettier and prettier every day."

"I'd appreciate that if I was a girl."

"The blush on your cheeks is contradicting your statement."

Kyungsoo snapped the dictionary shut. He leaned back, head resting on Jongin's stomach. Fingers gently grazed through his hair, massaging his scalp soothingly. Kyungsoo closed his eyes.

Perfect. Every day, every minute, every second was perfect when he was with Jongin. It didn't matter what the scenario was; Jongin always had some way to make it better.

"Finish your homework already." Jongin brushed Kyungsoo's bangs back to give his forehead a kiss. "I want to go out with you."

Kyungsoo's mouth curved into a grin. "Where are you going to take me at such an hour?"

"I was thinking a restaurant. Unless you'd prefer something else."

"I'd prefer the bed."

"As would I."

"Jongin." Kyungsoo rolled his eyes then yawned. "I'm tired. I'd rather have you holding me close under the sheets than stuffing some expensive lobster into my mouth."

"Snarl. Fine." Jongin's lips floated over Kyungsoo's cheek. "We'll stay in tonight."

Kyungsoo leaned back towards his worksheet. "Let me finish then."

"I am! Just try to ignore me and focus."

Kyungsoo tried. He really tried. It was difficult to concentrate, though, when Jongin's hands were suddenly rubbing his chest in circles, pressing down particularly hard where Kyungsoo's nipples were.

The lead of Kyungsoo's pencil dug into the paper harshly, leaving dents in the sheet where his letters were. He punctured through when Jongin trailed his palms slowly down his stomach.

The older squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small groan. What a distraction. He let go of his pencil to grab Jongin's wrists. He looked up at the young man standing behind him.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

Kyungsoo punched Jongin's stomach playfully. "Go back to the bed. I'm almost done."

Jongin shook his head. "I'll just stay here. I won't touch you again. Yet. Promise."

Kyungsoo gave him a skeptical look and turned once more to his assignment. He cringed hearing Jongin breathing heavily behind him, knowing that Jongin was purposely increasing the rate of his breaths by no means necessary.

"Are you done yet?" Jongin asked.

Kyungsoo sighed. "Almost."

"How about now?"