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Yeosang has a habit of pursing his lips as if his teeth are made of gold and must be kept hidden. Sometimes, he pursed it so tight, that the lips jutted out into a pout. A cute little pout. That begged to be kissed.
So, Yunho kissed it one day.
Yeosang's eyes widened, feeling a rush of heat spreading from the tip of his nose to his cheeks and all over his face. He jumped, flinging the tv remote he was holding, rather, trying to pick a piece of glue from before. Yunho barely pulled back, back still bent from the attempt to kiss Yeosang from the side of the couch, where the younger was sitting, he smiled so endearingly, eyelids pinched close by how high his cheeks were raised from the smile, at the reaction of the younger.
"Always wanted to do that," the taller man said, three days after they moved in together after dating for almost seven months.
Pouting was a habit Yeosang picked up while growing up. At 25 years old, it was too hard to leave. His lips pursed when he was eating, it kept his mouth closed when chewing, which his parents taught as good eating manners.
"Hey, I was eating!" Yeosang said in shock when Yunho pecked his lips after feeding him a piece of their wedding cake that was still good even after two weeks being pushed into the back of their refrigerator, cream dotted the older's thin but perfect lips after. Chewing with your mouth closed doesn't make you a less messy eater. Yeosang chuckled and wiped the cream off Yunho's lips.
His lips naturally pursed when he was focused on a task, even when he was flexing his growing muscles, it helps with concentration on which muscle he wants to show.
"Oh, my Iron Man," Yunho cooed, arms around the younger as he was lifted in a princess carry as Yeosang once again wanted to challenge himself to a squatting challenge while carrying his taller husband. He pulled himself to Yeosang's face to press a kiss on those pouty lips, which made Yeosang's breath uneven and shake for a millisecond before he steadied himself again. Having his husband distract him from squats is a challenge in itself but he managed to break yet another one of his previous records. He handed a bottle of B vitamins and iron tablets later and Yunho burst into laughter because the reason for it was Yeosang felt that Yunho was a bit wobbly when he put his husband down.
"Any man would go weak in the knees when their husband swept them off their feet like that."
His lips pursed when he was upset or disappointed. Despite the tempting visuals and incredible smell of well-seasoned meat sizzling on the grill in front of them, Yeosang continued to stare at his husband's face, expressing his disagreement that Yunho should be the one grilling the meat on their newly purchased grill. Yunho spared a glance at the younger and tried to hold a chuckle, he pretended to focus on the meat grilling instead.
"I won us this meat set," he said. Yunho, born under a lucky star, managed to win a challenge by a tiktoker, supposedly famous for challenging random people walking on his target street. It was a memory game so Yunho managed to win it without breaking a sweat. "Can't you let me savour this win?"
Yeosang clicked his tongue, something he had learned to comfortably do as a form of protest after spending many years of ups and downs with his sweetheart. "You said the meat I grilled last time was tasty even without sauce."
That was because you forgot to serve it with sauce, Yunho didn't say. Yeosang was right to infer that Yunho was trying to save the meat from being wasted. Yeosang was, after all the smart one with great deducting skills. However, he was the clumsier of the pair, and the meat will be served with a mix of good ones alongside the undercooked and overcooked ones if Yunho relented.
"Yunho-ya... I've been improving, you know I had improved," he whined. "It's not fair."
Yunho finally broke into a smile and approached his pouty little husband.
"I know what you're trying to do," Yeosang said, unmoving. Yunho slides both his hands around Yeosang's waist, interlocking his fingers behind Yeosang's back. He pressed his lips in the shorter man's hair. Yeosang arched his back a bit to look at the taller man, he let his hand slide along Yunho's arm. He opened his eyes a bit more and pushed the bottom of his lips even more that it would jut further away from his face. He could see his husband waver for a moment before he dove for a kiss. "It's not working."
Yeosang continued to pout and gave his husband a begging look to which Yunho answered by pecking at his pout again. "You sure about that?" Yunho asked, leaning into Yeosang's arched body, opening his palm to support the both of them from toppling over. His kisses spread from Yeosang's lips to his nose, to his jaw, to a little patch of skin over there that he knew would tickle the smaller man. His fingers too, moved from Yeosang's back to his side. Yeosang begins to squirm and giggle.
"That's not fair."
Yunho let Yeosang grill the first few pieces of meat from the set that was already on the grill. With a lot of coachingー or precisely, back-and-forth bantering, they managed to enjoy the set with minimal waste.
Yeosang knew not to bother Yunho too much when he was concentrating on the TV screen, controller in hand. Yunho had no trouble pausing the game when he needed to pay attention to Yeosang or anyone, but most of the time Yunho barely noticed if anyone is talking to him when he was in the zone. But the jut of his lips caught Yeosang's eye as he shifted his view from the very confusing puzzle shown on the TV screen to his husband. Yunho's lips have always been a bit prominent due to his slight overbite but as the puzzle continued to confuse the older, his lips jutted a bit more, into a pout. A cute little pout. That begged to be kissed.
So, Yeosang kissed it.
Yeosang saw Yunho's widened eyes staring at him, pink blooming from his nose to his cheeks, all over his face and also his ears. It clicked, as he saw Yunho's fingertips touch another on the bridge of his nose, a habit of his husband when he's flustered.
Oh.