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Kun stands in the doorway of his lover’s studio, watching the Thai male glide across the floor with all the agility and grace of a dove. It’s late, the clock displaying a bright 2:45 in the dim light of the room. Ten doesn’t notice, nor care all that much. Hours seem lost on him when he’s dancing. It’s truly a sight to behold, and Kun feels privileged to be able to watch the boy float across the floor. From the moment he wakes up to the moment he falls asleep next to said dancer, he’d spend every waking hour seeing Ten prance around if he didn’t have responsibilities.
Ten’s always been lighter than air, quick on his feet, and easily lost to the gentle thrum of music. It’s Kun that keeps him tethered. Kun grounds him, and keeps him from floating away entirely. It’s the crux of their whole relationship: Ten keeps his head in the clouds while Kun prefers to stay on the ground, tracing Ten’s movements with fond eyes and a full heart. Their dynamic is easy, and it’s good. It’s great even. Because it’s so incredibly them.
If you ask Kun what falling for Ten felt like, he’d tell you it was like a fresh breath of air after spending years breathing recycled oxygen. He didn’t fall for the boy in any rush. He fell for him over many meetings and sleepless nights and smiles and touches and phone calls. There were no fireworks, and there was no fanfare. Coming to love Ten was akin to filling his lungs with fresh air. Ten slowly began to add color to an already colorful world. It’s like he gives it dimension.
Kun loves these small moments. Here, watching Ten twirl in the moonlight, completely unaware of anything else in the room, he feels himself falling deeper and deeper in love. Kun so wishes he could take a picture of Ten like this, but he doesn’t for fear of ruining the serenity of the scene. Instead he tries to savor the moment, and commit every last detail to memory. He notes how Ten’s wavy black locks shine when the light catches them, how the boy’s eyes remain unopened, and most importantly: he memorizes the lazy smile that’s settled on Ten’s lips. It’s a smile of contentment and utter peace, a smile Kun adores when it’s painted on the features of his beloved Yongqin.
Eventually Ten realizes he’s being watched, and he turns to the doorway with a knowing look. He beckons his boyfriend into the room, and Kun waddles in lazily and places himself inches from Ten’s face. The younger’s eyes sparkle, not from the light but just because it’s him . Ten grabs Kun by the wrists and maneuvers his arms to circle around his waist. He grabs an airpod from his ear and places it gently in Kun’s, a slow and somber melody immediately filling the older’s ear. The thai boy rests his arms around the other’s shoulders.
“Dance with me.” He whispers breathlessly.
If you asked Kun about his dancing ability, he’d tell you he has two left feet. In actuality, he has perfectly good rhythm (being a music producer and all). He’s able to dance just as well as the next guy, but he still refuses to unless necessary.
As usual, Ten is the exception.
Ten loves to dance with Kun, even if it’s just middle school level slow dancing. Two of his favorite things put together, colliding in a burst of bliss and color. When the two of them dance, the rest of the world melts away. All that matters is the gentle weight of Ten’s arms on Kuns shoulders and the slow circular motion of Kun’s thumb against Ten’s hip.
As they glide around the room, they lean forward and press their foreheads together, closing their eyes and allowing themselves to be consumed by the feeling. Their faces rest in easy smiles and their minds are overrun with thoughts of each other. Kun is the first to open his eyes, and look at his lover’s blissful expression. He thinks Ten is beautiful like this, close to him, captive in his embrace, feeling nothing but the easy sway of their bodies.
For reasons Kun doesn’t really understand, his mind drifts to their future. He knows Ten has thought a lot about them growing old. The couple have had a lot of conversations about it, all with a different level of seriousness. They’ve discussed everything, from the names of their future cats (Anton after Kun’s favorite type of plane and Moose after a character from Ten’s favorite movie Step Up 2) to whether or not they want to get married. They may not know what the future holds but Ten knows he wants to conquer it with Kun by his side.
At the same time, the uncertainty of it scares Kun beyond belief. He thinks that what he and Ten have now is perfect. It’s still a young love, still blossoming, still growing and twisting and worming its way through their veins like fire. It’s pure, it warms him from the inside out and envelops him like a hug. The future is never kind to pure loves like that. Kun would do anything to have Ten the way he does now for the rest of time. If there were a way to take a photograph of their love and live in it, to continue on like this and never be exposed to the uncertainties of reality. To live in a fantasy with his beloved.
“I can feel you staring,” Ten giggles almost inaudibly, looking into Kun’s eyes with a tentative smile. “What’s on your mind?” Kun simply looks back at Ten, at his Yongqin. He reaches his hands up and lightly brushes the bangs out of Ten’s eyes, dragging his hand down to trace the curve of his jaw. Ten leans into the touch in an almost kittenish manner, making Kun’s hand freeze where it’s cupping the boy’s cheek. He grazes his thumb across Ten’s cheekbone, and he swears the boy almost mewls at the gentle touch.
“You’re stunning like this,” Kun finally answers, making Ten nuzzle into his hand affectionately. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world to me Ten,” He continues as if he hasn’t said it a bajillion times that day alone. It doesn’t matter how much he repeats it though. Ten thinks it’s meaningful each and every time. “I want to be with you forever, like this. Just the two of us,” Ten’s eyes grow more attentive, curious as to what his partner is getting at. “God I just, I wish I could photograph you right now, and preserve this moment, this us. ” He laughs. “You’re everything Yongqin. My Yongqin. You are the stars and the moon and the sun and the atmosphere. You’re the air in my lungs, and the blood coursing through my veins.” Ten’s breath hitched. “I will love you forever Ten, no matter what the future brings. And I just want you to know that.” Tears find their way to Ten’s eyes and they’re wiped away by Kun before they can fall down his beautiful cheeks. The younger grabs Kun without warning and pulls him into a searing kiss. When he pulls back, he’s smiling ear to ear.
The song finishes out with a final flourish, but the boys stay connected long after it’s ended. No new song plays as it’s the end of Ten’s playlist. Kun stares at Ten, rubbing his thumb across his cheek in a relaxing motion, and the younger almost nods off at the tenderness of the motion. Kun chuckles airily, realizing that Ten is completely drained. He removes his hands from the boy’s waist and cheek and instead places them on his thighs to pick the boy up. Ten sighs contentedly and buries his face into the soft fabric of the pajama shirt Kun’s wearing. The older carries the Thai male into their bathroom, placing him gently on the counter. He leaves him there as he heads into their bedroom to grab some pajama pants and one of his t-shirts for the boy, knowing Ten claims to “sleep better” in Kun’s clothes. When he returns, Ten's eyes are lidded, too tired to open them fully. Kun removes the boy’s shoes for him and pulls down his pants as well, gently pulling the pajama bottoms onto his body. He puts the t-shirt over his boyfriend’s head, and helps pull Ten’s arms into the sleeves. Once the boy is dressed, Kun goes to pick him up again but Ten stops him with a hand on his chest.
Kun looks up to Ten’s face, finding himself standing between Ten’s legs from his perch on the counter. Ten’seyes have widened a little and a lazy grin is on his face. Kun leans up to kiss it away, intending for it to be a short kiss but Ten’s insistent hand grabbing his shirt keeps him from pulling away. The kiss is slow, lips languidly moving against each other, conveying all the love each boy has for the other. Kun’s hands reston either side of Ten’s hips on the counter while Ten’s find their way into Kun’s messy black locks. With this grasp he’s able to angle Kun’s head to deepen the kiss. Kun licks across Ten’s lips sensually, earnings gasp from the other and allowing his tongue to slip into Ten’s mouth. Kun explores every inch of Ten’s mouth as he has many times before. Kun knows he’ll never get sick of kissing Ten. The sounds the younger makes when Kun touches him in just the right way, the contended sighs he lets out as their lips smack together, the gentle drumming of Ten’s heart against Kun’s chest, it all comes together to create a melodic symphony. Every moment with Ten makes music, and it’s a more beautiful song than Kun could ever create on his keyboard.
After a bit of lazy making out Kun pries his lips from Ten’s to attach them to the boy’s neck. Ten groans lightly and tilts his head back to give Kun access. The older starts by peppering Ten’s olive skin with feather light kisses on any exposed skin he can reach. The kisses slowly grow more sloppy until Kun finally bites on a patch of skin he knows drives Ten mad.
“Fuck,” The younger whispers, too consumed by his ecstasy to activate his brain to mouth filter. “Please Kun, more .” The older hums in acknowledgement, sucking the skin between his teeth. His actions leave a small bruise which he licks across and kisses to help ease the light pain of the wound. His kisses and bites slowly get lower and lower, traversing across the collarbones and down the arm until Kun presses his lips to the ink there.
“God I love your tattoos,” He expresses, voice laced with lust. “So pretty Tennie, so so beautiful.” The boy in front of him whines at the praise.
The Chinese male has always adored his partner’s tattoos. There’s something about each of them that is so uniquely Ten. They show his artistic vision and his care-free personality, it’s like he’s truly wearing his heart on his sleeve. Kun’s always admired Ten’s willingness to be himself.
He presses gentle pecks to every bit of inked skin and Ten sighs in contentment. Kun wants to kiss Ten’s chest but their position makes it hard to achieve.
“Baby can we move to the bed?” Kun asks tentatively. Ten looks down at him with eyes full of want, a little out of breath and panting lightly.
“Can we keep this going when we get there?”
“Don’t think I could keep my hands off you if I tried.” Kun grins, picking Ten up again and having the younger wrap his legs around his waist. Kun staggers to their bedroom, not really paying attention to his path. The house is so familiar that he knows where he’s going without looking. He keeps his eyes on Ten until he lays the boy back on the bed, positioning himself on top of him.
Ten wastes no time in reattaching their lips, kissing Kun hungrily like he’s the first drink of water after years in the desert. Kun reaches his hands under Ten’s shirt and runs his bare hands along the warm skin of Ten’s toned abdomen. Ten gives a full body shiver both at the cold touch and the sensation of his boyfriend’s hands.
It’s not long before they’re back where they’d started: Kun’s mouth trailing lower and lower down Ten’s body. Ten practically begs Kun to remove his shirt and the older obliges. He pulls off the fabric and stares hungrily at the expanse of unmarked skin. His eyes fall on the tattoo around Ten’s left nipple. His lips make quick work of biting and sucking on the inked black skin, eliciting high moans from the younger. Kun chuckles, his voice growing huskier with lust.
“Love watching you come apart like this.” He rasps, making Ten’s back arch in arousal. Kun leaves a more tender kiss on the soft skin of Ten’s stomach. The young Thai male lets out a sigh of contentment, and Kun knows he’s tired. Ten had spent the whole day dancing so it seemed obvious that he’d be too tired to do anything beyond making out. Kun helps him calm back down with more loving kisses along his abdomen. When he’s done he looks up fondly and rests his chin on his lover’s stomach, smiling when he sees Ten looking back down at him with an equally loving look. Ten reaches his hand up to thread his fingers through Kun’s jet black locks. Kun leans up into the touch, letting his eyes flutter shut at the relaxing motions.
The two of them drift to sleep like this, thoughts of the future subsiding. They don’t need to worry, they have all the time in the world.