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recommended song: Guess I'm in love by Clinton Kane
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A cosy winter morning.
The early sun rays peeked through the window panes. Birds' flowing melodies drifted in as the world began to brighten up.
It was enough to wake Tinn, considering he was never a night owl. He opened his eyes, squinting lightly and the first thing his eyes laid upon was him;
And oh god, that was the prettiest sight he had ever witnessed.
Wrapped up in the white blanket they shared, legs tangled together with his own, giving him little electric sparks at the physical touch, hair completely messed up, slightly covering his sleeping eyes, and lips slightly parted with soft snoring sounds escaping from them.
The warm sunlight slightly illuminated his perfectly-featured face, creating a beautiful hue on it. He looked surreal, like an angel fallen straight from heaven to his embrace.
Tinn's brain tried to paste this ethereal image into his memories forever, not wanting to forget any tiny details.
And on the other hand, his heart was overflowing with love, not able to believe that the face he adored far from a corner was now beside him dozing peacefully. The boy he dreamt of every day was now transformed into a beautiful reality. The boy whose hands he yearned to hold at every moment was now wrapped around him lovingly. The boy, for whom he prayed all the gods above to make him his, was finally his. His love, His Gun.
Tinn felt his heartache. Every ounce of love he felt for Gun was too much to hold within.
He found himself smiling fondly at the younger's soft snores. It's impossible for someone to be this cute even while snoring. And oh dear, The thing his eyes glimpsed at after was too much. Those moles on his cheek and nose would be his death someday. The second thing that Tinn liked the most about Gun, after his voice, was those moles marked beautifully on his smooth skin.
Gun's features were like a painting painted by the angels themselves, brushing the canvas with accurate colours, outlined in the proper proportions. His lips having sweet shades of pink, just like they've been coated with rose syrup. Too sweet, too addictive. Meanwhile, his eyes were sketched elegantly covered by long lashes traced gracefully, like pools of the ocean where Tinn was totally prepared to drown in, and never get saved. And his smile, goodness. His smile was his sunshine, sweeping away all his gloomy grey clouds and brightening up his whole world, radiating a kind of warmth that ran straight to his heart, engulfing him in it dearly.
and the moles were like the finishing touches, the dark spots carefully stained on the lovely creamy canvas, making the painting divine. Gun was art. And in Tinn's eyes, that was the loveliest art he had ever witnessed.
He could never tire of admiring his boy, taking every aspect of his beauty.
Gun was his favourite sight to see
And in a wink, the sun's rays became too bright for Gun to keep himself under the clutches of sleep. His brows furrowed, and Tinn saw a hint of annoyance in his face.
Tinn froze. He didn't want to wake Gun up. Yes, he'd rather have him awake, smiling sheepishly at him so that Tinn could kiss that smile. But he wanted to admire his sleeping face too. He could stare at him for hours without complaining.
"hmm... Tinn..." Gun hummed in his sleep, eyes still closed shut. Suddenly, he began shuffling, throwing his arm over Tinn's back and pulling himself impossibly closer. He buried his face under the embrace of his lover's arm, taking shelter from the sun under Tinn's chest. His hair tickled Tinn's chin, and his warmth covered him whole.
Tinn's heart melted into a puddle at the small affectionate gesture of his lover.
He slid his fingers through Gun's soft, thick hair, gently stroking in an attempt to make him feel comfy again, and placed a kiss on the top of his head, so softly, like speaking his immense love for him through the press of his lips.
"Good morning baby" he mumbled into Gun's hair. "Did you have a good sleep?"
"mhmm, Tinn.. my kisses.." Gun whined peeking out his face from his cover (Tinn's chest), eyes still squeezed shut and hidden by his messed up hair strands. His lips formed the most adorable pout, waiting for Tinn to place his own on them.
And how Tinn was dying for this moment.
Tinn chuckled lightly at the boy's cuteness. He gently placed his right hand on Gun's cheek, with his left one still protectively holding him close and finally, finally his lips met Gun's mole on his cheek, followed by the one on his nose and then to his eyelids, forehead, chin, the tip of his nose, ending on the corner of his mouth. Gun's silky skin felt like feathers against his lips, wanting this feeling to stay forever. He ensured to worship every angelic feature of his boy and claimed that they were only his to treasure, only his to taste.
His kisses were playful yet sweet bursting with tenderness, making Gun giggle the entire time.
Tinn pulled away and gave Gun that sweet smile of his. He was patiently waiting for Gun to give his little shy smile, that never fails to make his heart skip a beat.
However the frown didn't leave his face, instead, it worsened. Tinn was about to ask what was wrong when the thing that happened next made him see the doors to heaven.
Gun slid his hands to Tinn's nape and pulled him closer, making Tinn stop breathing. He leaned in and Tinn could feel his breath tickling his skin. And slowly, he joined their lips together, like two lost puzzles finally finding their match. Tinn's eyes widened and he completely froze, not believing this moment to be real. Gun's lips felt like rose petals delicately pressed against his, soft and velvety and so, so sweet.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity until Gun started kissing him, gently caressing his lips. The sensation of his lips against Tinn's was as fragile as the tender press of flowers against its butterfly's wings.
Tinn couldn't digest what was happening. His heart raced at an unhealthy pace and his mind got hazy. The soft feeling of Gun's lips against his was driving him crazy. When the blood finally rushed to his brain and he came back to his senses, he tightened his hold on Gun's waist and started kissing his angel back, with double the affection and softness. In response, Gun clutched him even closer too (if that was possible), as if silently communicating that 'I'm only yours to have'.
They lingered under the blankets while time stood still. The surroundings seemed to melt away, leaving only the warm glow of the morning that created an enchanting ambiance. The melodious songs of birds added a harmonious soundtrack to the moment, while they stayed wrapped in each other's embrace, whispering their immense love through the delicate interlocking of their lips.
Gun pulled away, and finally opened his eyes, peeking through his long lashes. He looked up at Tinn and his glistening lips curved upwards in, oh god, the most beautiful smile in the world, shining brighter than the Sun outdoors.
And Tinn knew he'd never stop falling in love with that precious smile again and again. And he promised himself that he'd always treasure it. He'd continue being the reason behind that smile, always.
"Good morning my darling" he said, grinning widely. Gun's raspy morning voice filled his ears. If his normal voice gave him butterflies, then this version gave him the whole zoo.
Wait-
'my darling'
He felt his face getting hot, and heart doing that little '!'.
The kiss, the voice, and now the nickname!?
Give his heart a break.
He knew his face was completely flushed now. Without any thought, he tried to cover his embarrassment with the pillows. He wanted to scream and squeal and want this moment to last forever. But, Gun was quick to notice that. His adorable smile turned into a mischievous one in seconds.
"Awww is someone blushing? darling? Hmm?" he teased, minding to give special emphasis to the word 'darling'.
He felt Tinn hiding deeper into the pillows, hugging them tightly and Gun secretly wished that it were him instead. He couldn't resist himself anymore from his boyfriend's cuteness. He needed Tinn to cuddle with him, run his fingers through his hair and give him his morning kisses, not to that goddamn pillow! He's going to burn it soon.
He reached for the exposed cheek and placed a sniff kiss there. Meanwhile, his hands reached Tinn's chin from under the blanket, tickling gently, as he always did, knowing that Tinn always melts into his arms at this small gesture.
Tinn could swear that he was as red as a tomato. Gun caught that and let out a chuckle, clearly enjoying himself while his lover was literally trying not to die from his heart beating too fast.
Well, Tinn takes his words back. Gun was a devil; disguised as an angel.
"Gunnnn" Tinn whined, shuffling and turning his back to the little devil beside him.
Gun frowned at that. He wanted to see those rosy cheeks of Tinn, pretty shades of pink brushed over his milky white skin, and kiss them watching it turn rosier in seconds. That was his favourite sight after all.
He pushed the blanket away and in an instant got on top of Tinn, pinning him against the bed. Tinn was taken aback. His eyes widened and a gasp left his mouth. Yet he was too helpless to do anything. Gun held his chin to make him look straight into his eyes. Those eyes that always held affection towards him would never fail to make Gun soften into them.
"Who are you hiding from Mr. School President?" He asked, the smirk never leaving his face.
"You're a devil," Tinn said
"I'm your devil" Gun replied. "And this devil wants to have a taste of his boyfriend"
And with that, he attacked Tinn with showers of kisses, tickles, and bites.
Tinn had no idea how a peaceful, lovely morning with the soft snores of his boyfriend and whistles of birds turned into a battlefield of kisses with loud laughs and giggles echoing off the walls of their shared apartment.
fin.