Work Text:
Sangwon wakes early, before the sun has properly risen, when the room is still dim and full of shadows, and is briefly confused to find that he’s alone on his side of the bed. It’s common knowledge that anyone rooming with Leo will generally end up with an armful of Leo by the time the sun rises, and Sangwon half-expected to find himself being thoroughly cuddled by the time he awoke. He tries not to dwell on the vague twinge of disappointment he feels upon waking alone.
Curious and still a bit bleary, Sangwon rolls onto his other side, facing the middle of the bed and his still-sleeping bedmate. Leo’s face is buried between the pillow and a familiar panda plushie, only his eyes and tousled dark hair visible. His arms are wrapped tightly around the plush, and Sangwon sighs quietly.
So that’s why he didn’t get cuddled during the night.
Sangwon watches Leo sleep for a minute or so, his chest warm and fluttery, and then he makes a decision that a more-awake Sangwon would probably find silly:
He deserves morning snuggles more than some panda plushie.
Slowly, careful not to disturb Leo too much, Sangwon scootches closer to the middle of the bed. He plucks at the bear plushie a bit, and Leo makes an adorable muffled sound of protest, arms tightening around the bear, burying his face further into its fluff. Sangwon makes a face and tugs the bear carefully out of Leo’s arms, tossing it further down the bed, then quickly gathers the already pouting (but still mostly asleep) Leo into his arms.
Leo’s brow clears, and he latches onto Sangwon immediately, burrowing close enough to make Sangwon flush a bit. Leo noses at Sangwon’s neck briefly, a contented hum rumbling low in his throat, and Sangwon tries not to focus on the way his tummy flutters at the sound, dangerously fond. He traces a hand over Leo’s shoulder, down his arm, over the bare skin of his forearm and back up again, marveling at the way the gentle touch—just fingertips ghosting over thin fabric and skin—makes Leo shiver pleasantly. Feeling bold, knowing that they’re still mostly hidden from the camera by the deep pre-dawn shadows, Sangwon skims his fingertips higher up on Leo’s shoulder, past the collar of his dark shirt, over the soft skin of his neck, which makes Leo hum again and arch his neck gracefully, allowing Sangwon’s fingers more access, which… well.
Sangwon rather enjoys that.
Heart thumping, Sangwon brings a hand up to Leo’s jaw, lets his thumb caress Leo’s cheekbone, his cheek, and then, after a moment’s hesitation, as softly as he can, Leo’s bottom lip, soft and plush and warm. Leo’s eyes are still closed, and Sangwon hears his breath hitch softly. Afraid he might’ve finally overstepped, Sangwon starts to pull his hand away, but Leo catches his wrist, his eyes finally sliding open, heavy-lidded and dark. He meets Sangwon’s gaze and holds it, then turns his head and gently presses his lips to Sangwon’s palm.
Sangwon’s breath leaves him in a rush.
He opens his mouth, possibly about to say something, although he has no idea what, but then Leo starts trailing soft kisses across his skin, the heel of his palm, the pad of his thumb, to the dip of his wrist, tender lips against delicate bones.
Sangwon finds himself hypnotized, watching with wide eyes and tremulous breath as Leo kisses the inside of his forearm, just the barest touch of lips on skin, making Sangwon shiver the same way Leo did mere moments ago.
Leo’s hand leaves Sangwon’s wrist to thread gently into Sangwon’s hair, fingernails dragging over sensitive skin, and Sangwon closes his eyes automatically at the sensation, letting out a slow breath.
“Leo…” he breathes, and then Leo’s hand curls just behind Sangwon’s ear, ghosts over his jaw, and delicate fingers brush the edge of Sangwon’s lips, tentative, testing.
“May I?” Leo’s voice is lower than usual, still a bit rough with sleep. Sangwon feels that voice deep in his core, and he can’t help but nod, eyes flickering open again just in time to watch Leo’s own eyes close, to watch as Leo leans in, head tilting gracefully, his hand still on Sangwon’s cheek.
Leo’s lips are soft against his, and Sangwon’s heart trills at the tender press of the kiss, so careful as to feel almost timid, even though it’s by no means their first time. Sangwon lets his hand trail down Leo’s side, slips his fingers beneath the fabric of Leo’s shirt, skates his fingertips over the warm, smooth skin of Leo’s waist, tugging him closer, until they’re pressed chest to chest.
Leo’s lips part on an inhale as Sangwon hugs him closer, and Sangwon uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss, open-mouthed and warm, unable to hold back a quiet, desperate sound as his tongue meets Leo’s.
Leo cups the nape of Sangwon’s neck, holding him close, and Sangwon loses himself for a few long, wonderful minutes in sensation: the heat of Leo’s body pressed against his, all lithe muscle and hidden strength; the soft fall of Leo’s hair as Sangwon runs his fingers through messy dark locks; the faint, needy noises Leo makes as Sangwon kisses him harder, as he slides his knee between Leo’s legs.
“Wonie...,” Leo breathes, pulling back slightly, his eyes closed and flushed lips parted, and lord, but Sangwon wishes he could save that image forever. “Wait. Let’s not mess up the sheets.”
And it’s only at that point that Sangwon remembers ah, yes. Camera. Sheets that don’t belong to them, and a survival show to film in a few scant hours.
“Right.” Sangwon pulls his leg back and leans in to kiss the corner of Leo’s mouth. “Sorry. Got carried away.”
Leo smiles at him, eyes open again and glinting in the dim pre-dawn light, flushed cheeks and ruffled hair, and Sangwon kisses him again, his hands cupping Leo’s cheeks, holding him close. Leo closes his hands gently around Sangwon’s wrists, skimming his fingertips lightly up and down the inside of Sangwon’s forearms, shivery, soft. They kiss for a while more, until Sangwon is panting slightly, until Leo is breathless beneath him, until their lips are red and tingling and well used and Sangwon’s skin feels like a livewire, warm and trembling and alive.
The room is still dim when they finally settle back against the pillows once more, Leo snuggled into Sangwon’s chest, Sangwon’s arms around him, one hand gently rubbing his back, but calmer, now. Comfortable.
They lie in cozy silence for a few minutes, just breathing, and then Leo gently pokes Sangwon’s chest.
“What time does filming starts today?”
Sangwon squints at the wall. “Early,” he says, “but not crazy early. Maybe eight?”
“We should get some more sleep, then.”
“Mm.” Sangwon presses a kiss to the top of Leo’s head. “Sounds like a plan.”
They fall back into silence, and in a few minutes, Sangwon feels Leo fall asleep again, his head growing heavy against Sangwon’s shoulder, his breath evening out. Sangwon holds him close, content and sleepy, staring at the shadows on the ceiling. There’s a warmth flitting in his stomach, like a firefly in a jar, and just as he’s wondering how he can save that feeling forever, he drifts off into sleep, and remembers nothing else until sunlight, and music, and Kim Junseo hollering loud enough to wake the dead.