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“These are great!” Sunoo murmurs as he scrolls through his iPad, browsing to different designs of tattoos. His back is currently leaning against Sunghoon’s front. The latter’s arms are swirled around his waist while one of his legs is above him. His chin is buried over Sunoo’s peach-scented hair. In layman’s terms, Sunghoon is cuddling Sunoo.
Sunoo is searching for tattoo ideas for a reason he also doesn’t know. He finds it odd every time he sees a person filled with this type of art. It also doesn’t fit his innocent aura if he plans to have one. But he realized, maybe he could try some small designs, probably to his wrist, to his legs, or to his neck. Well, that’s if his parents will allow him.
“Sunshine seems the best!” He states again. “Or how about a flower? A butterfly? Or my zodiac sign!” He adds excitedly.
Sunghoon just hums in response, tired and sleepy after reviewing tons of handouts for their upcoming finals next week. We’re both escaping hell! He thinks.
Sunoo clicks his iPad and sets it on the lamp desk next to their bed. He slowly faces Sunghoon so he could somehow hug him comfortably.
“I’ll sleep then too. You’re not even listening.” Sunoo pouts as he closes his eyes — burying his face to Sunghoon’s chest — still hugging him. He feels ignored by Sunghoon. The latter finds him cute for being sulky like that. He never misses teasing Sunoo everyday even if it costs loud bickering to his ears. It is like music to his ears though and he loves it.
Sunghoon grins, eyes are still closed, revealing his dimple — his way of teasing his boyfriend for the nth time.
Sunghoon then opens his eyes and looks down to his lover. He plots a peck on Sunoo’s cheese ball cheeks. The latter bents, showing that he’s shy. Sunghoon plants another peck to the other cheek which makes him open his eyes.
“What?” Sunoo asks, annoyed but still calm. He knows to himself that he’s as red as tomato now as his word opposes what he feels and how his body, especially his cheeks, reacts.
“What?” Sunghoon repeats as he mocks him. The younger rolls his eyes before shutting them, pretending that he wants to sleep too. Sunghoon pinches his cheeks then plots another kiss on his forehead.
“So you wanted tattoos, huh?” Sunghoon proclaims as he fixes some strings of Sunoo’s hair on his eyes. He plants another kiss to his nose, then to his cheeks, then to the side of his lips. I’ll skip sucking your lips. Sunghoon thinks to himself, making Sunoo longs for his lover’s lips to collide with his.
Sunghoon proceeds to Sunoo’s jaw — gentle pecks — making Sunoo mumble some ahs silently, but loud enough to be heard only by him. He loves hearing his lover mumbles.
“What are you doing?” Sunoo interrogates, forcing himself to pretend annoyed, but still can’t control the butterflies roaming around his stomach.
“I’m giving you one.” Sunghoon whispers then continues playing his neck, lips still kissing every inch of Sunoo’s skin along its journey. Sunoo never fights and lets his man make it up for him.
Sunghoon decides to be less gentle so he releases his tongue and slides it to the center of Sunoo’s neck, feeling the hardness of his adam’s apple. Sunoo squeaks, louder than what he did a while ago, and Sunghoon finds it adorable. He continuously plants his tongue to Sunoo’s, the same time he buries his teeth intending to mark him up. The latter still doesn’t fight but decides to hold and play Sunghoon’s hair instead. It seems that sulky Sunoo is no longer to be found now.
“What design would you like?” Sunghoon gasps, teasing the younger. Embarrassed, Sunoo turns redder after discovering that his lover is really listening and just purposely ignoring him a while ago.
“Where do you want me to draw the sunshine, my sunshine?” He again teases Sunoo, emphasizing the word sunshine. The younger becomes more shy, still remaining silent. Or not. All Sunoo does is catch his breath and release them in the form of ahs, showing satisfaction to Sunghoon’s actions.
Sunghoon continues, tongue still working on whatever design it would like on Sunoo’s neck as if it’s an art canvas. Sunoo arches his back and tightens the grip on Sughoon’s hair, gently stroking and caressing them. Every time his neck feels tightened by how the older sucked it, he also tightens the grip to his hair, making Sunghoon mumble some ahs too. They groan in chorus — like they are jamming to their favorite Spotify playlist during road trips.
Sunoo can feel that his neck is full of hickeys now after Sunghoon marks him with aggressive sucking and biting. He gives up. Sunghoon wins! 1-0 in favor of Sunghoon.
“There goes the sunshine…” Sunghoon ends the tattooing with a tease. “… above the flower… beside the butterfly.” He says, describing how marvelous the art he made on Sunoo’s neck. He ends it by planting a soft kiss, still not missing Sunoo’s sweet lips, before going back to the cuddling position.
Sunoo is left speechless. He knows to himself that he is the reddest tomato now. Sunghoon stares at him for a moment. His mind is boasting how good his masterpiece is. Sunoo becomes the most shy now. He suddenly bows his head to Sunghoon’s broad chest, embarrassed, but still hugging him like a koala clinging to its tree.
“What? Rate my art!” Sunghoon teases him again. He finds Sunoo cute for being like this, him winning over his lover. He tightens his hug to Sunoo so they can now sleep. He smells and slightly kisses his hair and whispers, “I should prepare more design ideas for next time,” his never-ending teases. Sunoo feels the older’s warm breath as he states that threat so he hits Sunghoon’s upper abdomen, making him squeal a small ouch. But Sunghoon just smirked.
We don’t know what designs could Sunghoon come up with next time. What about Cancer to fit Sunoo’s zodiac? He will probably use his lover’s skin again as his canvas. Maybe he will skip his neck and explore other parts. Arms? If lower, so wrist? If lower LOWER, so legs? Uh-oh!