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Bible used to be convinced he’d seen beauty before. Maybe he has, Bible believed everyone had something beautiful about them despite all flaws, but Biu… Biu was all it took for Bible to feel all breath escaping him, lips freezing unable to shape words, and his lungs suddenly being rendered useless.
Now is no different as he stares at the sight in front of him, Biu’s pretty pink lips dry with sleep, small noises leaving them with each exhale. Bible wants to kiss him senseless, until his lips are raw and red with teeth indents, shiny with Bible’s spit. But more than anything, he wants to savour the beauty that is Biu - his Biu.
Bible would never forget the first time he saw Build, the first time these foreign emotions took control and left him a speechless stuttering mess in front of the other man. Biu just giggled that once and Bible thought - well his brain was just static, he embarrassingly looked around for any source of distraction, something or someone to help take his attention from the loud thumping in his ears. Why the hell was it so hot all of a sudden? He managed - very poorly in fact but that’s besides the point, though Biu loves to tease him about it to this day. Bible would let him just for the privilege of seeing that godforsaken dimple appear on his soft cheek. And really Bible was a weak man already, he didn’t need extra heartache to carry in the shape of Biu’s dimples. It was a gift that Bible gets to kiss them every day now.
Warmth spread through Bible upon the first touch to Biu’s chin and it moved through him like a wildfire as his fingers strayed upwards, towards the plush lip Bible badly wanted to trace with his own tongue. Biu has the prettiest lips, especially when they’re curved around one of those face-splitting smiles of his, somehow lighting up the whole room, the homeliness they provide sink deep into Bible’s flesh - seemingly seeping into the bones under. His cupid’s bow is especially pronounced and Bible has a growing obsession with sucking Biu’s top lip in between his own whenever they kiss. Build would probably tease him about that too if he didn’t helplessly shudder every time Bible did it.
Bible slowly moved upwards over the slope of Build’s nose, fingers a mere whisper on his perfectly smooth skin. Build’s ridiculously long skin care routine certainly pays off.
Build’s eyebrows furrowed and Bible couldn’t resist the urge to smooth out the small crease forming on his forehead, his heart thumping faster once Biu’s eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times to fight off the sleep keeping them droopy around the edges. Bible thinks he falls a little bit more in love in that moment, but that’s the way he feels every time he looks at Biu after all. And Bible made it a mission to look at the other man as much as possible a long time ago.
Bible felt a smile spreading on his face as Build groaned, wriggling closer to Bible and burrowing his head in his pillow.
“Good morning.” Bible chuckled.
“Hmm,” Biu hummed, opening one eye to look up at Bible, his eyebrows drawn together, “Why are you watching me sleep…creepy.”
Bible just laughed as the familiar fondness rushed through him, “Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful boyfriend?”
Bible made a show of leaning in closer and nipping at the tender skin of Biu’s neck. Build whined in response, stretching out on the bed and the sheets slipped down further, displaying his pretty skin adorned with bite marks. Bible just looked down at the loving eyes under him that were slowly forming crescent shapes as Biu’s smile grew bigger. And fuck his dimple was on full display like this and Bible’s stomach swooped, a knot forming in his throat the longer he stared at his lover.
“Of course you are, baby. I just don’t know what’s so fun about me sleeping.” Build laughed.
Bible resisted the urge to spill out all of the thoughts running loose in his mind, all of the things he could say to make Biu realise how heart wrenchingly beautiful he is. Bible doesn’t think anyone would understand the sheer admiration he feels for the man currently looking up at him with galaxies shining in his brown eyes. Not even Biu himself and Biu understands him best, so he opts for leaning down and planting the softest of kisses on the tip of Biu’s nose. Moving down to his lips, and Bible lets the tip of his tongue trace Build’s cupid bow. His heart surged up to his throat as Biu leaned further into him, lips finally meeting in a ridiculously telling kiss. Bible is a doomed man. That much is obvious.
He slipped a hand downwards, fingers instinctually flexing around Biu’s hip and tightening slightly. Bible is positive that if the world burned down at this exact moment he would die the happiest man on Earth. Build’s hands were so so gentle on his cheeks, thumbs brushing at his cheekbones and leaving a tingle in their wake. Bible could do this forever. He would at least try but on the next lazy brush of tongue Build was pulling away and Bible followed on instinct, his fingers flying towards Biu’s waist and squeezing. Build just giggled under him and brushed his fingers through Bible’s hair, fingers stopping at his nape and tapping gently.
Bible suddenly remembered Biu’s earlier question, the urge to answer by stringing together words to form poems once again settled somewhere deep down, but he settled for one word instead, “Everything.”
Biu’s eyebrows furrowed and Bible had to suppress a laugh at the confused noise that left him. Bible can’t blame him, he almost forgot the question himself.
“I love watching you do anything, Biu. You have no clue how beautiful you are.”
Build giggled again, his smile growing shy under Bible’s intense gaze as the prettiest shade of pink blossomed under his skin. Bible felt all the love he held for the wonder that is Biu travel upwards, suddenly going up up and up, threatening to choke him. Bible wondered if it one day will. If maybe this growing adoration he has for the older man will one day get too big for his body, if it will have him bursting at the seams and staining everything with Biu. If it does, well - Bible would call himself a lucky man, lucky to have lived such a life, to have had the privilege of worshipping Build’s ethereal being until it consumed him entirely.
Build’s hands moved upwards, grip tightening in his hair and Bible let the older pull him down until their noses brushed. Build just tilted his head and traced his nose towards Bible’s cheek, and Bible’s breath caught somewhere in his throat as Build’s warm breath hit him on his next words.
“You’re incredibly cheesy, you know that my love?”
Bible does know, and he also knows how much Biu loves it. How his shy eyes stray downwards every time Bible throws a casual compliment at him, how his smile is visible even under the masks at airports where Bible takes joy in teasing Biu - there’s something thrilling about it, being on display so clearly in front of hundreds of cameras but knowing that only the two of them are privy to this burning intimacy.
“You love it Jakapan.”
The responding laughter had a ridiculous grin spreading on Bible’s own face and he finally let himself slip over Biu’s naked body, both of them sighing at the skin on skin contact. Silence wrapped around them like a cape, sheltering them in this perfect moment. Nothing else seemed to matter when he was like this with Biu.
“I sure do Khun Wichapas.”
Biu’s voice dropped lower and Bible’s skin tingled at the rumble of Biu’s chest under him. The fist in his hair tightened, pulling him in for another kiss that went on and on until both of them were breathless, clear need buzzing under their skin. Bible’s hands slipped lower - he was never one to deny Biu anything after all. And if he spent all morning showing Build just how much he loved him, fucking him well into the afternoon, well - their schedule was at least fully clear for a while.