Work Text:
“You wanna touch me,” He Tian’s low voice filled air, “I’ll let you touch…”
“FUCK!? NO!!” Mo ripped his hand away.
What followed was the world spinning on its axis and a loud thud. Mo had ripped himself off the bed too it seemed.
“Is everything okay?” Mrs Mo called through the door.
“Yes!” Mo exclaimed, pushing himself up on his hands, looking wide eyedly at the door.
“Okay….just be careful and get some sleep.”
Mo looked to He Tian and watched the other sit up looking very comfortable on his bed, smiling before responding for the both of them. “We will, goodnight Mrs Mo!”
“Goodnight boys.”
The sound footsteps gradually faded. The two teens looked wordlessly at each other. One looking up, a slight glare under his soft blush and the other looking down, mischief in his eyes but the smile was nothing but soft.
Mo pushed himself up off the floor, ignoring the hand that reached him too late. Thinking again, he decides to hit it but is too slow as the hand grips him once again and pulls him onto the bed. And onto the other.
An inhale through gritted teeth followed and Mo quickly tried to push his weight onto him arms. “ Why the fuck did you do that?! You’re in pain!”
Two arms circled his waist, pulling the other down again.
He Tian sheepishly smiled, holding tight. “ I forgot for a moment, my fault. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”
Mo still grimaced. “Let go.”
“No,” He Tian pouted. “ Let’s cuddle.”
“He Tian,”
“Mo Guan Shan.”
Mo exhaled and closed his eyes. He Tian chuckled, the vibration of it went straight through Mo’s chest. His neck was starting to hurt from trying to make distance.
One hand moved up his back and like magic, begun rubbing at his nape. Fingers weaving through the small hairs on the back of his neck.
Mo opened his eyes, feeling himself slowly tilt his head forward. Their eyes half a hand width away.
“ He Tian,” Mo said once more.
“Mn?”
The other blinked leisurely as he gazed up at him. His other hand begun tracing circles on the skin under his t-shirt.
“He Tian…”
The hand on his nape trailed to his ear, and glided a soft path of touch as the fingers finally reached under his eyes. One finger gently flicked at his eyelashes, before reaching his eyelid and softly pushing them down.
“Sleep,”
Mo’s head falls to He Tian’s shoulder, and the hand leaves his face, seeking his crown in loving manner. For first time in Mo’s life his head gets petted.
“I’m not a dog,” Mo grumbles. “And we can’t sleep like this.”
He Tian laughs and petting stops, a kiss is pressed to his temple and suddenly they’re being moved to sit up.
“Okay, okay whatever Mo Ge says…”
Mo pulls away, out from the warm pocket of He Tian’s shoulder. He’s then made aware that he sits straddled on He Tian’s lap. Mo, of course, begins to struggle.
“ Let me off!”
“Why?” He Tian locks his hands together, caging Mo in his lap.
“Because— He Tian!”
Suddenly they’re flipped and Mo is once more on the bed, but this time He Tian is above him. Grinning.
“Mo, if you continue to move I can’t promise you we will sleep anytime soon.” He Tian warned, his face moving dangerously close as he locks both of Mo’s hands to the sheets.
Mo tries to kick him away but He Tian’s body laid snugly between his open legs as if Mo was the one caging him in.
It lasts all thirty seconds.
He huffed in defeat, “… I’m tired.”
“Then let’s cuddle,” He Tian tries to compromise. “ It’s all I’m asking…maybe a kiss or two.”
Mo flushes. The line he had drawn from them is suddenly faded and it was because of him. He had kissed him first this time.
“ One.”
“One?”
“…one kiss,” Mo mumbled out, turning his head away from the other.
He felt the grip on his wrists loosen as the others face moved downwards. Warm breath reached his neck. A light kiss was then placed there.
Mo’s chest begun to rise and fall at a faster pace. His body felt like fire. He was sure to be red all over.
A kiss was then placed on his jaw. Then his ear and Mo’s eyes had followed shut.
Another pressed his cheek. Then to his closed eye, one he had softly shut earlier with his finger.
“ Mo,” his whispered voice tickled his brow. “look at me, open your eyes and look at me.”
He Tian’s hand gently gripped his chin and turned his face as his eyes blinked open at the other. There was less than inch between them.
If Mo spoke, the words would kiss He Tian’s mouth.
He Tian closed the distance, kissing Mo once again. Their lips touching, softly in press.
Mo closed his eyes again and bathed in the feeling of it. He Tian moved the kiss in gentle waves, capturing Mo’s bottom lip between his.
No teeth, no tongue. Just lips.
He Tian moved his hands back around Mo, finding the small of his back with both as he enclosed the other into his arms once more.
Mo sighed, moving his face along He Tian’s movement, enjoying the feeling of their lips rubbing together. Quiet sounds of parting kisses could be heard. It made him flush and he too sought out a hold on the other.
One hand gripped He Tian’s black t-shirt and the other found way into his hair. It was soft and Mo felt him catch breath on his lips.
The room was warm and the two held each other, finding rhythm in their caressing kisses. There was nothing but softness within it. It felt good to hold one and other.
He Tian wished that tomorrow would never come.