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Jun was the first to wake up, sunlight burning on his face as he grunted. He tried to move his left arm but there was something, or rather, someone weighing on it.
Slowly opening his eyes as he tried to adjust to the lighting, there was no reason for the sun to be this bright.
He turned around and his heart skipped a beat, taking in the image of a sleeping Dylan wrapped around his body. His arm was now gently wrapped around the back of his neck, explaining why he couldn’t shift position.
This was unusual, usually when they finished doing their things everyone would go back to their room. Except for this one time, maybe because they were too tired from yesterday’s press conference or because they got too carried away in the aftercare.
Anyway, now here he was, as beautiful as ever, looking like an angel directly ascended from heaven.
He seemed so peaceful, soft breaths tickling his skin as he tried to keep himself as quiet as possible. His chest was pounding, a tight knot forming at the pit of his stomach making it difficult to inhale properly.
Their story started with simple attraction, deciding to use each other to get some tension out during the period of the group’s break. One second they were watching a movie on the sofa and the other they found themselves in bed with their clothes all over the bedroom’s floor.
The pure desire burning up their skin.
From that single episode it kind of became a habit, every time something stressful came up or when they had specific needs, they would search for the other to help and ease the tension. It was a mutual deal both of them agreed to willingly, except for the fact that Jun’s feelings started to escalate more than expected.
Now here he was, sick because of how much he craved the older, longing for him without even realizing it. Wanting nothing more than to tighten the embrace around his body and pull him closer.
He appeared flirty, cocky, and full of himself, but when it came down to his feelings for Dylan every certainty left his body. Jun became unable to form proper thoughts and he knew nothing but the fact he wanted more than fleeting nights caused by the heat of the moment.
It took him time to admit everything that was going on, but eventually, he had to surrender, unable to hold it any longer.
Telling the other about all this was not taken into consideration, there was no way he was going to confess. He didn’t wanna lose him, he couldn’t stand the thought let alone see that happen.
Jun was okay with keeping their relationship like that if it meant spending more moments with him.
He could swallow his heart a bit longer.
“Do you wanna stare some more?”
Dylan’s voice filled his ears, raspy as he tried to recover from an all-night of sleep. Eyes slowly opening to fixate on the other’s face, looking up at him with puppy eyes as he took in what was happening.
He could feel the warmth of Jun’s body against his, skin grazing gently over his own as the covers covered both of their naked bodies. It felt domestic as if it was second nature to hold each other like that without wanting to let go.
Raising his head up a little just so he could steal a small peck from his lips, then another one, and another one, and so on till he brought a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Gently tugging at his bottom lip so he could deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into his mouth.
Jun felt dizzy, he disarmed him completely.
Moving his arm down as it wrapped around his waist, keeping him right where he wanted. His fingers sank into his pale flesh like he was afraid he could escape from his grasp, leaving him with nothing but the ache he felt tightening around his heart.
“Jun..”
A small gasp left his lips as he gently pulled away, enough to recover some air but not too much so he could still enjoy the closeness of their figures. His free hand descended to his chest, then went lower as he started caressing every single detail of his abdominals. Tracing a mental map with his fingertips only.
“For how long are you going to bottle up your emotions?”
His voice arrived clear through his mind, needing a couple of more seconds to actually take in the meaning of his words. Dylan’s movements had his full attention, making it hard to focus on anything else.
Did he know?
He seemed to understand because a soft chuckle escaped his lips, hiding in the hollow of his neck as he started planting open-mouthed kisses over his sensitive skin.
“Why do you think I slept here? And why do you think I do everything in my power just to spend more time with you?”
He whispered right under his ear, before getting back to work, starting to tease a specific flap of skin, biting and sucking until it was purplish enough to his liking. Then passing his tongue over it and gently blowing, watching as his body squirmed at the sudden attack.
“I like you, Ju. Thought you knew what.”
Was he dreaming?
If that were the case he would never want to wake up again, dying with this picture in mind didn’t look that bad.
His body responded directly to him, every single touch made him extremely reactive to the point he was sure Dylan had him under his spell.
“What?”
Maybe he heard the wrong thing, but the laugh that left the older’s lips was pretty self-explanatory. Leaving his neck for a moment so he could look at him right in the eyes.
And oh God if those eyes weren’t one of his weakest points, so big and sweet he was sure he would never have enough of them.
“Like, love, need, crave, you. The full package. Am I being clear enough now?”
He was being dead serious, tired of hiding, having enough of snicking around and acting like he hadn’t any kind of effect on him.
Every part of him started to belong to Jun the very moment they ended up in bed together that very night. Nothing went back to normal after that, it was all a crescendo of build-up feelings.
He started to longe to every single part of him, everything about the other seemed able to capture him with no possibility of escape. It was never just physical for him and never will be.
Plus, he was kind of sure he felt the same way but probably was too afraid to speak about it.
Feeling his grip tightening against his waist, biting his own lower lip as he never broke eye contact.
“Don’t play with me.”
He warned him, he wouldn't have survived if it had turned out to be a joke. Watching Dylan moving a little, now straddling his lap as his hands went up to gently cup his cheeks.
“Does it look like I am joking?”
It was all he needed.
Jun attacked his lips, kissing him like he was drowning and he was the only chance of salvation. He nipped and bit down on his plump lips, pressing his tongue inside like he wanted to feel Dylan choke on it. Stealing his breaths before they even had the chance to enter his lungs.
At first, the boy was surprised but then started to reciprocate it almost immediately. Hands smoothing through the younger’s hair and tugging at the dark locks, smirking as he gained a whine from him.
His back soon met the cold surface of the bed, now beneath him as his thighs were being spread apart by his legs.
“There’s no way you are getting out of here anytime soon.”
Oh, he knew that and was enjoying every single bit of it.