NariThrowsHands
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“Why are you here,” whispers Minho, mouthing the words into his neck. Jisung cards delicate fingers through his hair.
His lips tingle with the ache to connect to the burning skin beneath his mouth. So he doesn’t fight it, lets his lips kiss up the column of Jisung’s neck, the underside of his jaw, over his pulse point, around his collarbones.
Jisung snorts, threads fingers through the hair on Minho’s nape, gives it a little tug, lightly scratching his scalp. Minho hums, eyelids heavy, sinking further into Jisung’s warm body.
“Couldn’t sleep knowing you’re alone,” he says, a smile in his voice. “And very much freezing half to death, apparently,” he adds with a chuckle.
(OR in which minho is cold and jisung is there to help keep him warm.)
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13 Nov 2024