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Win feels a kiss on his cheek, nose, and other cheeks. He feels fingers slowly combing through his hair and another kiss on his forehead. It scared him initially; he’s never been woken up like this. It takes a moment to return to him that he spent the night at Sounds house.
Ever since he kissed Sound yesterday, he’s been attached to him, specifically his lips. He tried to run away after the locker incident but was caught too easily. Win is planning to ask to race later today to get his pride back. Sound pressed him up against the wall in the middle of the hallway and kissed him until he lost complete sense of the world. Well, until Jorn came in yelling. He would question why his hands were entangled with Phat’s if he hadn’t been so bashful and lustful then.
Like the gentleman he is, Win dropped off his boyfriend and gave him a small “goodbye” peck, except the other had a different idea. Sound refused to sleep without him. Full-on whined and kissed him until he agreed. They didn’t even sleep until three, lazily making out, cuddling, and whispering to each other until they passed out for the night.
“You’re becoming clingy,” Win whispers, voice groggy and deep, still not ready to open his eyes “might be a deal breaker for me.”
Sound smiles and lightly smacks his arms “do you know how many people would beg to be in your position right now?”
Win scoffs, “okay, Mr. famous.”
The other just traces his thumb over his eyebrows and slowly runs it down his nose and lips, lightly tugging the bottom from the top. “I dreamt of kissing you for so long,” he whispers slowly and softly.
Win’s heart jackhammers in his chest, and he purses his lips. Sound smiles, leaning to fulfill his desires. His own eyes also flutter shut as he slots their lips together. Win releases a “hum” in contentment, his hands running up Sound’s ass to sneak under his shirt, resting gently on his back. The bassist pushes him down further on his chest and kisses him deeper, licking at his lips. He tastes the sleep and sweet strawberry-balmed lips and realizes he has become one of those losers who will write poems and rap about his lover’s morning breath and lip gloss. He’ll write about the gentle hands that cup his face, the leg entangled with his, and the disapproving whine he hears when he pulls his mouth away to breathe.
Win finally opens his eyes and looks at Sound, who hovers inches from his face. He takes in the bed hair, the slightly swollen eyes, and the glossy pink lips. “You’re so sexy,” the bassist whispers in his morning groggy voice. He watches Sound flush and pull away to lay flat on the bed, facing the opposite side of the room. Sound is going to be the death of him because why is he so cute?
“Oh,” Win lets out a loud delighted laugh at that. He moves to throw his body on Sound’s back, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy’s flushed face. Win gets comfortable pushing his chest on Sound’s back, tangling their legs again. He’s kissing his neck “you shy?” he gently pulls his ear lobe between his teeth “huh?”
“No! You’re just too clingy. It’s a turn-off,” Sound mumbles as composed as he can be. He has wanted Win for so long; it’s a little overwhelming to finally have him. He has the most enormous crush; it’s actually embarrassing. The worst part is how good they are together; he feels complete, and Win has utterly ruined him or anybody else.
“Look at me then?”
“I can’t turn. You’re too fat.”
Win chuckles, lifting up and laying down a mere inch away; Sound takes a deep breath and turns to face him. They lay like that for a moment sharing a pillow; they’re so close their noses almost touch.
“Put on a shirt,” Sound scolds, his eyes getting constantly distracted. The sheets and comforter have been kicked down to their waist by their back-and-forth tossing.
“No, actually” he sits up and grabs the hem of Sound’s shirt, lifting it up his stomach, and Sound groans, but he lifts his back, letting Win take it off. When they lay back down, Win pulls the white sheets over them, then pulls him in closer, letting an arm be a pillow and another around his waist. Sound moves his leg between Win’s, their thighs brushing, the only thing between them is their tiny sleep shorts, and Win loves it like this.
Sound soaks in the warm skin against his, and the feeling of being in Win’s arm is euphoric. He pushes his face into his neck. He’s never felt so comfortable in life, and he’s starting to get sleepy again.
“When did you know you liked me?” Win whispers, grazing his nose into the other’s hair.
“After I saw you giving out your number, I realized I wanted to be her.”
Win nods, “That feels like forever ago,” he chuckles, kissing his boyfriend’s hair and caressing his waist. The younger nods into his neck, taking in the scent of his fruity shampoo and spicy pine tree cologne that still remains from yesterday. “It wasn’t that bad at first cause you were still an ass, but after the music video, you were kinda sweet, and it was just a lot of pining,” he whispers, raising his own hands to trail up Win’s faint abs and up to his chest. He feels the heart beating against his palm. It’s like a reminder Win is actually here, and this isn’t some elaborate dream.
“Sorry,” Win mumbles; Sound pulls from his neck to look at him and just shakes his head. Sound knows he can’t blame him for taking the time to figure out his feelings. In fact, he appreciates the honest answer he had given him at the beach when he confessed. Sound’s fingers now play with the hair on the nape of his neck, which he likes to keep short. Win hates the sad little look in the other’s eyes. He seems convinced that Win doesn’t love him back as much as he loves him.
Win stares into his lover’s eyes, wishing he was as emotionally intelligent as him. Sometimes he fears the only range of emotions he can adequately express is anger, hatred, and thrill. He wishes he was as good at loving as he is at fighting. He also wants to eloquently express his love for the man, his desires for his body, his gratitude for his patience, and the fear of having given him the power to completely destroy his heart.
Rome wasn’t built in a day. He won’t convince his boyfriend he feels an equal amount or maybe more today. Win promises himself he’ll be better at opening up; he wants to be someone his boyfriend feels secure and safe with. He doesn’t want him to feel like this relationship is risky.
“You’re my favorite person in the whole world, Sound,” he whispers, nose buried into his hair, leaving a slow kiss on his forehead.
“Me too,” the other is returning with the same sincerity.
They slowly lean in to connect their lips, and Sound gasps at how deep it is. It makes his heart skip. The way Win sucks his tongue, the way his lips move so languidly, the way he tastes, and the way his large hands go to his neck to hold him in place. It all makes him want to throw his body away from Win again. It’s messy and hot, his fingers clenching into Win’s hair tighter, making him groan into his mouth. It’s the first time they’ve kissed like this. He tastes Win’s desires for him on his tongue; that thought alone leaves him hot and bothered. He raises his free hand to cover Win’s hand on his neck. The older boy believes he hurt him and starts to pull away, but Sound holds it there, pressing the side to make him squeeze.
“Fuck” Win moans, and Sound has a slight smile when their mouth reconnect. The whole thing is too much. He has little airflow to his brain from the constriction in his throat. The way the bassist hovers over him, kissing him deep and sloppy, makes breathing hard. He doesn’t recognize the whorish whines escaping his throat, the fuzzy feeling in his brain, and the way his stomach twists in lust. He wants to die like this. Win pulls back to breathe and lets him suck in the air he didn’t know he desperately needed.
Win looks down from where he rests, lifted on his elbow, his eyes are blown in lust, but he has on a shocked teasing smile as if he is inadvertently asking, ‘what the fuck?’
“Don’t kink shame me,” he smacks the man’s arm; Win just laughs, checking around his throat to see if he is okay. He tried to be gentle but got carried away for a moment. He lays back on the pillow in relief seeing no bruises. They lay there blissed out and happy.
“Were you really my fan before I moved here?”
Win nods, moving to intertwine their fingers, and brings it up to kiss his hands. “These fingers, man. Your skill is unmatched.”
“Thank you,” he giggles. “Oh, my God! You unfollowed me when I asked for your account.”
Win rolls his eyes “yeah, I didn’t want you to know. Our love life aside, it’s an honor to have you write a song for me” his voice, his technique, it’s all really incredible to Win.
“Oh wow, did you fantasize about me noticing you in a crowd at my shows?” Sound makes himself comfortable on his side, their hands and legs playing absentmindedly with each other.
Win groans lying on his back, avoiding Sound’s teasing gaze. He totally did, but instead of admitting it, he just says, “we should end whatever this is; I don’t think it's working out anymore.”
For the nth time this morning, he is being smacked on his chest. “Whatever this is? I should have listened to my friends about you,” he wails melodramatically “you only wanted me for my body.”
Win’s hand snakes to his ass, squeezing. “Can you blame me? I’m a man, after all.”
“Eww,” Sound is laughing, pushing the supposed sleaze away by his chest. Win settles back down on the bed with a happy chuckle.
“So..”
“So?” Sound turns to face him, then lifts up on his elbow. He grabs the white gold chain around Win’s neck. He smiles at the memory of them placing their jewelry as bets to their gaming competition. Sound always lost; it wasn’t a fair fight. The bassist hasn’t taken it off since then; he continues to play with it, making a mental note to buy him another one. Win’s hands go under the sheets that have fallen to their waist again. He grabs the thighs carelessly thrown over him just to squeeze them.
“So, did you fantasize about me when it was your turn to be my fan?”
Sound thinks, “Sometimes I can’t help it, but I read once that we suffer more from imagination than reality. If I let myself imagine you as my man, living in the reality where you’re not mine would become unbearable.”
“Sound,” he whispers, touched by the sentiment. Win is once again distracted by his puppy eyes and pretty lips. He tucks back the hair that falls in Sound’s eyes as he looms over him, talking.
“Besides, reality with you is better than anything I could have imagined.”
“You’re such a sweet talker.”
“What did I ever see in you?”
Win is laughing, and he also lifts his head and rests on his elbow, getting closer to his face. “I meant sexually. Did you touch yourself thinking about me?
Sound splutters, “why? Why are you like this?”
Win brushes their nose again and pulls back with a smile. “I’m serious. Is there nothing you thought of me doing to you? You know, besides that freaky shit you asked for earlier.”
Sound grabs Win by his arm, digging his nails in. Win cringes in pain, shaking him off.
Sound lays down, this time looking up at his boyfriend, the little he allowed himself to fantasize has mainly been innocent. “Well,” he trails off, avoiding eye contact.
“Well, what?” Win lets him look away, but he brings his hand to brush over his neck, collarbone, chest, nipples, and soft stomach, and he returns to his neck. “Tell me”
“You and Yo tied me and Por up, but I wasn’t as mad about it as he was.”
Win nods “yeah, I’m gonna kill him if he ever tries that stupid prank again.”
Sound laughs at his stupid jealousy, but it’s a cute sight.
“I’m serious. I’m the only one that can tie you up from now on” something in his tummy flips right under the other’s palm on his lower belly. He wasn’t planning on anyone else doing it, so he nodded; this arrangement was more than acceptable.
“Hey, what time is it?”
Win shakes away his thoughts and lifts up off of him to grab his phone. “Almost one” he sits up, brushing his hair back while he scrolls through his notifications. Sound also sits up, tapping the other’s shoulder to get his attention.
“Can I take you on a date?”
“Hum?” Win has a shy shocked smile; no one has ever blatantly asked him on one before. He loves how they are starting to be curt about their wants.
“Now? Let's get ready. I know this amazing American-style brunch place with the best coffee and the sweetest, fluffiest waffles. Please come have lunch with me; I still wanna court you?”
Win nods eagerly, jumping off the bed to go to the bathroom.
He’s so stupidly happy.