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The scene on the television's rather colorful, given the room's dark atmosphere it sometimes felt uncomfortable to focus your vision fully on the story being told in visual form. Regardless, being into the second movie for the night's only the beginning, you couldn't start to complain early on. You'd just get up for a fresh cup of water after this one, it's already halfway done. Hmm... Although the storytelling's well made for the budget of the movie trilogy, there's one little aspect about your surroundings taking most attention, despite the constant noises in front of you. You closed your eyes, having your eyelids let shine through only the colors and no shape. Always so warm...
Saeran's the perfect cuddle partner in cold season, considering this young man with red, chaotic hair could compete against a full-time oven. Regardless what season's to be seen outside of the windows, the redhead kept his temperature at almost concerning consistency. You nuzzled closer into his chest; cheek pressed down right above the part of his body pounding steadily. His heartbeat is rhythmical, not too fast for you to become nervous, yet not too slow in order to worry you. The cream-colored sweater and soft pants making his already delicate shape feel even softer. He'd make the perfect teddy, only if it weren't for the fact he's still concerningly thin.
You melted completely once his hand started rubbing circles over your back, keeping you close in the safest way possible. I can't believe I fell in love with this chaos of a man... A little sigh escaped your lips, by now it's impossible to deny any further. You’ve got a thing for the twin brother of your best friend, tell someone and they’re going to ask you a million questions as to how that's possible. But in all honesty, you're unsure yourself. You figured you ended up catching feelings along the way of intimacy, there's no explanation otherwise. Normally your type's more grounded in the aspect of decency. Yet there he lay, holding you without a care in the world.
"Falling asleep, lovely?"
His rough voice whispering, avoiding to disturb in case you were unconscious. All it ended up doing was sending down a shiver your spine. It didn't matter how much time passed by; he'd always own this raspy touch to his actually melodic voice. So unfair... You tightened the grip around his shirt, shaking your head. Now you're fully awake again, anyways. That's one of the countless effects he had without realizing it. Or maybe he did, very likely even. After all, Saeran adored nothing more than teasing the living shit out of you. The gun noises coming from the tv brought you back into the moment.
"I'm good... Just warm."
Saeran's hand ran up until he could stroke over your head, oddly affectionate for his standards. You welcomed the slight change in attitude, though. It felt amazing.
"I know I'm hot, but you don't have to compliment me so much."
The smirk's audible in his words, forcing deep blush to creep over your cheeks in seconds. Goddamn Saeran-! Not once's he able to leave the silly games behind. If the day ever came, surely the world would end. You slapped his side, but he just started chuckling.
"I was taking a-about the temperature!"
"So, I'm not hot?"
For a moment only the sound of the movie filled the room, something between a growl and groan vibrated in your throat as you lay back down with both eyes focused on the screen. Of course, he'd turn it perfectly for his advantage, wanting to hear you admit. Knowing damn well he got all of you wrapped around his finger, it's not like he's unaware. Quickly you realized it's just as draining as before.
"Shut up..."
Another giggle was the answer before he went back to stroke over your head, turning his face and taking in the rest of the movie. He's so damn embarrassing... The red color heating up your cheeks rested, you couldn't stop yourself from fumbling with the edge of the blanket that covered you both. His chest raised higher, staying up a moment and lowering deeper than usual. These butterflies are sickening, I swear– The silent sigh made you feel cozy all over again, it's often irritating how fast he's able to change the feelings inside your chest. Saeran moved an inch underneath your body, for a moment you feared he was about to push you off. Soon it clicked, he turned his entire head forward.
Even though you're uncertain how much he actually managed to make out from that rather complicated angle, you're not dense enough to ignore what's happening. He's watching me, isn't he...? You pressed your lips into a thin line, flinching slightly due to shock as you didn't expect his other hand to come out from the blanket. Oh... The blush rushed into the tips of your ears, it's careful when he caressed your cheek with his fingertip. A couple of times he repeated the motion before your patience tore.
"Why a-are you looking at me? The movie's right there."
His fingers came around your jaw, getting a good hold of your head that way. Oh! Oh no– Your heart decided to jump out of your chest with high speed when hammering against your ribcage. Saeran exhaled loudly through his nose, if you hadn't known better, you'd say he seemed amused. All thoughts abandoned themselves once he lifted your face just enough to capture your lips with his. Jeez Saeran... Your eyebrows frowned unconsciously by the intense feeling of affection; his kisses never failed to let you become a puddle of pure desperation under his care. And worse of it all, he knew.
The little sound of your lips meeting outweighed the movie shamelessly, with Saeran breaking the kisses only to do them again. At some point you're incapable of remembering where one started and the next ended, all of him corrupted your senses. That sent lingering inside your head ever since laying down together. His body hot against your own, the touches of his hand, big in comparison to your own. Messy... With your eyes closed, you left the control over at his mercy. Chapped lips moving like they knew exactly how to handle yours. And maybe, to some degree, it's the truth.
You sat up further, one hand pushed to his shoulder in order to not lose balance from the dizzy ride he'd chosen to set you on. God, he's burning up really bad... A little gasp's torn from your lips while he licked over them and immediately gaining access after using your surprised reaction. It's unintentional as you clung onto his sweater, all because his kiss turned passionate within seconds. My head is... Unable to end the thought process, you titled your head back more, giving him full control of everything. That's what this guy does to me... It should've been a scary possibility, yet it only got you excited.
You hummed into the kiss as his hand slowly ran through your loose strands of hair, tugging here and there for the soiled purpose of catching you unprepared. Sae– Although your lunges burned from the lack of oxygen, he just pressed his tongue against yours. The reckless touch in his behavior got you hooked up from day one, it's unexplainable albeit embarrassing. The first time you tried to pull away, he didn't let you. On the contrary, Saeran placed his other hand at your back, chest to chest until you basically pushed his head away with both hands. The noise of the television smaller than your breathing.
You whipped your mouth dry, that was a wild kiss. Or kisses...? You lost count of the amount. Saeran brought you closer than before, it wouldn't take much more until you're sitting on his lap. These bright, almost glowing mint eyes gazed down at your face, fingertips back in contact with your colored cheek. God, all of this feels too good– The image's stuck in your brain, you're too much of a coward to actually look up and make eye contact, though.
"You're more intriguing than any movie, princess."
Saeran leaned in, leaving a little kiss on your neck. Your breath hitched regardless, sensitive much against your liking. It's shameful, knowing that he's the reason for your body to give into the desire quicker the longer he's around. But... You brushed away the hair onto the other shoulder, hearing the small thank you mumbled into the darkened room. At the beginning of your relationship as friends you would never have thought you two end up in this kind of spot. Saeran had this captivating aura since day one, not to mention the fact he'd been the person who picked you before anyone else of the RFA had been aware of your existence. Your hand instinctively came around his upper arm.
All you're seeking back then had been helping Saeran out of misery, considering he'd been living in hell literally his whole life. It took him lots of work and reassurance to stop seeing himself as worthless and the world around as the enemy. The bond to Saeyoung especially, they worked out most issues by now, there were still traces of the long distance and undeserved hatred, however. It's not easy, I know... Partly a reason why you wanted to befriend him. Show and help, seeing that there were people ready to support him no matter what his past was like. Who would've thought– Your back ached by his tongue running over your neck a tad too slow.
"Darling, your temperature is rising."
He murmured between little kisses plastered on every inch he was able to reach. You devil... The words got you chewing the inside of your cheek in defeat. Saeran hummed softly, sending a shudder down your body which's intense enough to reach into your toes, even. Fuck– The goosebumps following betrayed everything without the use of one single word. He chuckled afterwards.
"My, my. That was a shudder. Don't tell me... Are you getting worked up, doll?"
It spoke for itself once a pathetic whine left you, what else could you do when he's sucking on one of your extra sensitive spots on your neck. By how often he left marks there, it's obvious he's familiar with all these spots causing you to go ravishing. You accidentally pulled Saeran closer with the tight grip in his shirt, urging him to bite into the crock of your neck apparently. I just wanted a normal movie night! What was I even expecting– Frustration paired with arousal made a combination that's beyond your understanding. You used all willpower to repress the possibility of that being another turn on.
"You drive me mad; do you know that?"
The question caught you off guard, it made you look back at the man who just left new hickeys on your skin. Oh dear... Saeran's stare's ice cold for some unknown reason, half lidded eyes focusing on only you with the movie still running somewhere far in the background. This is... The minty shimmer owing pattern you didn't see before, for a moment you feared he's angry.
"I know I never ask this of you, because I know you have limitations, but..."
The redhead sighed annoyed, bringing his forehead to yours. Huh...? It's true, there are lots of limits, on the other hand, he killed so many of them already. Saeran sets you on the edge of sanity often enough, eventually you get used to it. What do you want...? Now that the request's held back in his throat, you wondered what exactly it was he's asking for. He did love to play with you, however, Saeran rarely asked for anything in return. You ran one hand through the red chaos on his head, smoothing down whatever demons prevented him from being honest with you. What else is there that can shock me, seriously... The little insult made you smile.
Saeran imitated your gesture as he ran one hand through your hair, wilder this time. More with force, if you dared to think. That feeling... His breath hit your lips, too close for you to gather assumptions. There's no room for anything other than his presence. Saeran took some time, which you'd provide whenever it's possible. He deserved to reconsider actions as well, despite him being the one acting on them in the first place. Therefore, you waited, luckily it didn't take much longer before he swallowed the nervousness in form of a lump blocking his throat.
"Mhn.. Can you touch me again? I really want to feel your hands on me."
Holy-! The heat pounding through your veins reached maximum, any more blush and you're certain your head would explode. How could he ask for such things so openly? Isn't that embarrassing for him? Why was it for you? All these questions and no answers which would ever satisfy you. This is so unfair... Since your limbs felt similar to lava due to the adrenaline shooting through your body, you let down your head onto his shoulder. Inner shame scratched on your bones for being the one in the position, rather the grip of someone so predatory. Then again, Saeran never actually hunted you down.
"If... you don't want to, it's fine to me. Okay? Don't do anything you're uncomfortable with."
Your eyes widened by the slight hint of hesitation in his usual focused tone. Oh right... He's probably scared you didn't want to. Well... Do I? It wouldn't be the first time you'd touched him, it's the question of atmosphere. This time there were many deep emotions that you didn't trust to work through for the longest time. Now that you took a glimpse at them, feeling more secure albeit scared of what's actually hiding under these layers of insecurities, it's hard to tell. It's not that I don't want to... Your eyelashes fluttered open, faced with black as you're still on his shoulder. His breath hitting occasionally at the naked part of your neck.
When thinking about his body inside your hands, it's hard not to make a sound. You drive ME insane, Saeran... Before he could've doubted his brave step of asking for himself any further, you let the other hand trail down his stomach. He's even hotter under the sweater, this man would one day burn alive, that's taken for granted. As assured as he’s already excited, it's easy to feel after using more pressure. Your arm came in contact with the bulge in his pants. A grin crept over your lips as he went stiff from the contact, for a moment he stopped breathing as well.
"R-Relax... That's what you always tell me."
The embarrassment of being that bold without thinking of consequences kept you a stuttering mess. At least you're fixed on your goal, as much of wrong phrasing that was. Saeran huffed amused, nodding before giving his muscles the privilege to call down. Why's he so soft? God this is all unfair... His skin like silk under your fingertips, tingling on his body while you pushed some of his sweater out of the way. The feeling of his muscles, the traces you're taking of his bones, everything about him's addicting. Almost intoxicating, it showed over all these months and years. Fuck, I really do love him– You inhaled sharp, tugging playful on his waistband and therefore managing to distract yourself.
"Can I p-pull it down?"
"Hmh... Please do, angel."
Nghh– That goddamn want in his voice taking over, filled with desire you're more familiar with than you could ever admit. Saeran's kind enough to help you pull down the start of his pants, it's not much needed as you're not about to take away all his clothes. The heart under the blanket keeping the exposure comfortable, the fact he's naked enough for you to see everything clung onto the back of your head. Not again, I'm gonna die... You pressed your lips into a thin line after licking your palm wet. We have learned, I guess– The thought by itself stamped shame onto your face. It surprised both of you as your colder skin came in contact with his tip. Dear Lord, he really is hard... Shouldn't have been a shocking reality.
You moved your head away from his shoulder, giving him no time for some sassy comment as you found his lips with yours for the countless kiss. He's the one shivering next, clawing into the fabric of your shirt once you put your hand around him. Just like the first time, burning and pulsing. Jesus... You opened your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore along your inner cheek when moving your hand slowly over his most sensitive skin. It left your legs to tremble when he moaned into your mouth, almost too messy for your head to comprehend. Saeran suddenly pulled away, both hands coming around your upper arms for stability.
"Ah, fuck- wait... w-wait a minute."
The fear of hurting him immediately filled your mind, yet the redhead with cheeks harmonizing well with the rest didn't seem particularly pained. He's so pretty... He truly could've been a model, just like his brother. They're both handsome men, Saeran a bit more due to these fascinating eye color. Although it's coming from bad influence, they're a part of him now. And you adored them. His stare wandered down onto the blanket, where your hand had been busy.
"Here."
Was all he offered before bringing your weight upward, you gasped loud after you felt him take down your pants and panties in one go. So close to exposing you alongside himself. Oh nonono–! You stopped him right away, grabbing both his wrists. Saeran raised an eyebrow by the glowing blood coloring every feature of your face.
"You– Y-You can't d–"
"Sweetheart, relax. I'm not going for that."
Ashamed that he understood like every time, you turned your head away. Man... You couldn't hide anything from that guy, it's sweet torture. Saeran kissed your cheek before continuing to pull down your clothes. There's no way your legs would've kept strength to stand while his lips were close to your ear, seductive whispers which he managed to nail perfectly. Gifted with these kinds of things, it's really hard not to whine.
"I'll just return the favor in real time; doesn't that sound fun?"
You bit down your finger, keeping down any unwanted noise he's trying desperately to milk out of you. True devil-! Saeran sat you back down onto his lap, catching you off guard though, considering you didn't think he'd grab a fistful of your hair. That pain paired with the already deep blooming arousal felt irresistible, something you'd never thought you needed to deal with in your life. On the other hand, you never expected to end up as Saeran's little, hidden guilty pleasure, either. Your breath hitched loudly when the palm of his hand created friction against your clit. Don't... One hand flew up in order to hide your mouth away, everything to stifle these unholy noises.
"You're wet, honey. What a convenience for me."
He clearly teased with that wicked undertone covered by amusement. Unfair... Your body jerked forward, right into his hand; it's really embarrassing. Yet it sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout your veins, that fire flaming in your lower stomach becoming harder to ignore. Knowing he wouldn't give you a break even if demanded, you went all the way down to his shaft with more force inside your movements. For a short second you heard voices speaking, coming from the movie which was about to end. However, your ability to hear's overpowered by the own little sounds you're trying to suppress. No more of this humiliation... Of course, typical for Saeran since he picked up on it either way.
"Ha.. Trying t-to hide away from me again? Tsk, tsk.. nmh.."
His sentence cut off by a low growl coming from the back of his throat, seemed like you went too fast. You couldn't help noticing how he's getting sensitive the more you went up and down, his whole body shivered by the lust it brought. Saeran pulled away the hand over your lips, meeting half focused eyes as you're already lost in the feeling. It let you flinch, his finger pushed inside you without a word. Wh– Moreover, there's no time to complain as he pulled away as fast again. You made a confused facial expression as your voice's out of order. Saeran smiled, rather smirked at that bewildered gaze.
"What, you thought? Haha, oh my b-bad, baby... But that's not h-how we'll play tonight. Ngh! Shit.."
You squeezed as punishment for him playing tricks on you. Typical-! Saeran instead let his hands run over your hips sensually, bringing them inch after inch higher by making sure you felt all his fingers stroking over your sides. It also shoved up your shirt higher and for once, it appeared fine. He'd seen you naked before, despite the inner conflict that caused. Saeran's small groans and pants of pleasure, though. They made this embarrassment absolutely worth it.
"Can I take off your shirt?"
That question circled around your head, it's hard to concentrate by the need to leave out the better judgement. You wanted him to touch you too, whatever that meant afterwards. He's so mean... Saeran's lower body tensed as you found the right pace, hearing him cuss and bite back his voice's the hottest sound you've ever heard. Your hand began to get dirty, the precum ran down and somehow made the movements much easier. There's no explanation why your mouth watered up, you told yourself. I definitely don't wanna taste– You're curious, but not that helpless yet.
Old insecurities nagged on your soul as Saeran pulled away the shirt, given you wore nothing underneath to stay comfortable. Goddamn... He pulled you back against him, leaving a trail of kisses down your collarbone. That's new– You inhaled sharp by the sensation of him being so close to that private part. The fact forced your hand to slow down, giving Saeran the air to breathe words out. Another wave of goosebumps greeted you.
"You're so p-pretty... God, don't stop- hmm..."
"And you're being m-mean..."
Saeran looked back up, the perspective of him on chest level's craved into your memories for the rest of your life. The smile plastered on his face widened, it made you sigh in return. Of course... It's a sight as the smug expression's cracking for the pleasure to shine through on these clouded eyes of his, truly beautiful. And truly dangerous, you reminded yourself occasionally.
"I don't plan to be mean, fuck... Let me make u-up for that."
Both your hands grabbed him by the hair, your head spun for a second because of that unexpected impact. Fuck- fuck oh god... Red hair the only thing visible, just like back at the beach. Saeran leaned down to suck on your breast, a tingling sensation you're not prepared for whatsoever. This is... You hummed helplessly, trying to tug on his hair and get the helplessness across. All that ended up getting out's another moan while he licked over your nipple. It's over once his hand ran back down your inner thigh before doing slow circles on your most sensitive and the wetter part of your body. It's as if he's everywhere, how intense could this become?
"Ah.. Ahn.. Sae– hah! Too m-much!"
You cried to him, tearing on his hair with more strength. He hummed, the vibration against your chest making jelly out of your legs. The free hand coming to hold you by the back made you forget anything beyond his presence. Finally he pulled away, the trace of saliva he left the dirtiest thing of the entire evening. You'd complain about it once it's over. Saeran actually giggled, ignoring how your muscles worked in his favor and leaned into his care. Every small detail to be felt twice as much, it's hard to handle both mind and ears.
"I bet... By how high you took me already, just touching you would get me off."
Coming across as a promise, you shamefully looked forward for something so intimate. The imagination alone's sending your body into a frenzy, grinding against his hand harder which cost Saeran his breath as he didn't expect such reaction. He? Coming undone by simply putting his hands on you? Was that even possible? Your hands ran down until you could cup his cheeks, leaning into his warmth more, an ambitious whisper drowning out the song of the end credits of the movie.
"I'd like to see that happen... Can you show me?"
There's tension rising once again, you licked over your lips since you're uncertain what to prepare for. Saeran's thumb drawing circles over your cheek's a different kind of affection, the touch that not only send your body deeper into despair for relief, but also having him call you yours. These sinful manifestations... I'm going to hell... The redhead stroked his fingertips over your hand, silently guiding it back down to his belly.
"If that turns you on, who am I to deny my girl's plead?"
The passionate note to the words didn't let you become annoyed for being called out on the spot. Saeran's bright eyes gazing up at you, speaking a language foreign to you, it's not often he made a face like that. Somehow you noticed he's waiting for another kiss, therefore you licked over his lower lip while keeping your eyes at his. How bold... After so many intimate interactions with that little devil, you started to feel more confident in your doing. Was it a good thing? Only God knew at this point. It seemed to his liking, given that he parted his lips for you. The next kiss controlled by your pace as you lean his head back with the strength of your tongue.
Your nails scratched over his pelvis, Saeran gasped lightly by the unexpected pain. Is it painful? Although he's shivering, he didn't say anything regarding pain. You took it as a good sign and continued leaving little red marks down on his skin, burning alive due to the blanket still covering both your bodies. A muffled huff escaped your lips, he seemed to copy your doing to some extent and let his nails trace along your inner thighs. Oh fuck-! You're already way too sensitive, it made you tremble more intensely than you wanted. Almost close enough to touch where you needed him the most, on the other hand, you're putting him through the same torture. It's shameful as you felt yourself actually getting closer.
"Give me more of your kisses, hm?"
You could tell by the rough tone that he's also coming closer to reach the breaking point. My kisses...? With a rather clouded mind, busy enjoying the bittersweet desire both demanding so much more of his touch when begging to get led on at the same time, you lifted your hand back up. At first you left little kisses on his lips, trying to focus on one thing in particular, yet the attempt ended in vain. His scratches began to feel wound, numbing the skin even. The sound of your lips meeting nothing but a distant reality. Saeran leaned down to suck on your neck, hearing you moan in response to how damn good it all was. God, I just– The thought lost itself and like he'd been listening, Saeran's hand back between your legs.
"Ahn..! There, p-please stay there... ha..."
"Begging now? You're so cute, sweetie."
He held you by the back as you sat up more, trying to create more friction since you're too close for teasing anymore. You yelped by his fingers running back and forth quicker, that wet noise didn't even reach your ears anymore. It's not funny how that internal flame's about to burst through your veins, having you fully at his mercy for the push over the edge. Oh God... Your nails dug into his shoulders, unable to touch him when starting to lose yourself.
"If you come, you have to say my name, okay?"
Saeran asked, the demanding actions contradicted the question and ended up sounding more like a command than anything else. You bit your lower lip, for a moment the tension overtook your head before nodding.
"Saeran, I-I'm... Ah- Saeran, Saeran..."
Hearing his name must've been a turn on for himself, the redhead cussed through his teeth whenever his name came out, covered in pure lust and longing for him. It sends you over the edge when he pushed a finger inside you. Your body shuddered against his, voice stuck in the back of your throat by how overwhelming the orgasm felt. Jesus Christ... It got your nerves to tingle, that particular response of your body only he's capable to let occur. This unbearable tension he managed to switch into pleasure, nothing could compare to such bliss. His finger thankfully left your oversensitive body go. Your head's pulled out of satisfaction by the sudden pain at the crock of your shoulder. Fuck!!
You hissed loudly, pushing Saeran by reflex which didn't work considering his teeth were deep in your flesh. For a second you feared he tore the skin, the sharp strike created by your nerves as a warning got you occupied, there's no time to question out loud as he pulled away abruptly. What the fuck...!? Your eye pinched close once the shock's replaced by realization. Did that fucker seriously bite me?? Saeran's red, messy hair stuck to his forehead, panting as desperately as you had moments ago. It made you flinch after patting the part where he'd sunk his teeth into. Your eyes snapped wide open when coming to the conclusion that, indeed, he bit deep enough to leave a mark.
"Wha... What the fuck?"
Saeran's eyelashes fluttered open, normally you'd appreciate how cute he could look after coming down from the high. Motherfucker– You examined at first how he wiped his mouth free from the saliva, no wonder given he almost took out a good chunk of your flesh. The redhead looked for your eyes, finding the shock paired with confusion coming right back at him. It's kinda sweet how red color flushed over his cheeks, he must've picked up on what happened.
"Sorry, (N). Did it hurt?"
Is that a serious question– You followed the movement of his hand, coming up to hover above the wound he left behind. Only then your brain processed that the movie had ended a long time ago, there's silence filling out the air instead. Saeran didn't seem surprised as you twitched by the contact, it burned down your shoulder immediately. How are you not bleeding? This devil, I swear... Before you're having the opportunity to complain, Saeran's face changed into something similar to regret. The way his teeth chewed on his lower lip with these beautiful eyes wavering. It's not often he acted like that.
"It just– I didn't think when I came, I just acted on instincts. Sorry for that."
Apart from the fact that it got you colored deep red when saying he did come by not even touching himself, but your body and voice, you shook your head. This is all so damn embarrassing... There's a small detail about that apology you didn't quite understand yet, the way he phrased it. You couldn't help but maintain eye contact, despite the lump blocking your throat.
"Why is it instinct for you to bite me...?"
Saeran's eyes widened an inch, probably inconspicuous for most people. Not me, hehe.. But by how well you knew that man, it's getting easier to catch these small details over time. His gaze dropped down to the bite mark, fingers still circling around in order to not inflict any more pain. It still had you shudder, regardless. The sudden smile coming across his face's unexpected, almost as if he's shy which's uncharacteristically for the shameless flirt sitting underneath you.
"Well... It's instinct to..."
He sat back up, dragging you along until you're both sitting straight again. The air stayed stuck, gifted with the quiet of the house, the tension was thicker than blood. My heart.... Without explanation it began to hammer against your chest for the countless time, sending you into the usual, nervous state. Saeran ran both hands through your hair, the smirk audible even without looking at his sassy expression.
"It's instinct to mark what's yours. Isn't it, beautiful?"
Too close, too silent which caused the weight of the statement to clung onto your soul. God, Saeran. Why... Did this guy have any idea what he's doing to you? How words like these send the butterflies in your stomach out to flap around? Your hand ran down his still hot running neck, the slight shimmer of sweat as good as invisible since there's no light source in the room. No denying possible, the blush reached your ears. Your heart longed for him, in more ways than just physical pleasure. Should I tell him...? Sure, your pride didn't like the idea whatsoever, to reveal yourself to someone who could potentially break your heart. If I knew what he feels... You tasted bitter defeat on your tongue.
"I'm yours even if you don't mark me."
You cursed yourself by how meek that came across, you were close to jump off his lap and drown in regret behind your own walls. My god... Insecurities made you avoid his face by all cost, fearing that's not something he wants to hear from you. Maybe I shouldn't have... But he's still close, sitting with you half naked and your body fully out on display. Which reminded you, you probably should start picking up your clothes and get dressed. As you tried to lean down and pick up your shirt, Saeran pulled you to his body again. No time to complain as he closed the distance with a kiss. Oh...? You couldn't close your eyes, doubt nagged away on your soul.
The kiss's sweet, much softer than any other you shared this evening. Saeran pulled away only an inch, hand kept your head near his own. Giving you no chance to escape. As if I wanted to... You admitted, as uncomfortable as it felt. He's going to be the death of you one day, that's established. The little chuckle he gave killed all worries poisoning your head for a long moment.
"I know, (N). Thank you for saying that. Thank you for being mine."
A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, the wave of relief washing over you as good as the one filled with satisfaction. He's grateful, at least that's what you interpreted. And if that's the case, you couldn't be happier. I hope we get out shit together one day– You pressed your forehead against his, this man was an oven even after cooling down from such activities. How was he real? I'm glad he is... You pecked his cheek, knowing you had to put on fabric soon. The change in temperature would have you end up getting sick otherwise.
"I'm getting cold... A-And I need to use the bathroom."
There it was again, the stuttering. Goddamn. Saeran hummed in agreement, getting your shirt from the ground with a rather lovely smile plastered on his lips. Such looks made him appear younger, more carefree might fit better.
"Let's get a bath, what do you think? Considering the movie night didn't really work out."
He snickered and although he's to blame, like always given he's unable to keep his hands to himself, you joined the laughter. It's not so bad when thinking about it. You then put the shirt back on, hair flying around due to the static. You didn't notice, however, Saeran held back another chuckle as it was really cute.
"We can... do that. B-But don't start anything in the bathtub!"
"Can't promise that, princess."