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When Anton slumps down onto their shared bed, back from work, Sungchan knows it’d likely be best to cancel their plans for the rest of the day.
Sungchan, who is laying up against their bed on his phone, leans forward to run his unoccupied hand through his boyfriend’s hair.
“I missed you,” he says, smiling as Anton nuzzles into Sungchan’s careful strokes.
“I’m so tired. I missed you, too.”
He finally sits up, crawling upwards on the bed to get face to face with Sungchan. He smiles at the glasses on Sungchan’s face, finger pushing them up.
“Are these mine?” His voice is gentle and sounds like a smile, his eyes disappearing into his cheek.
“I look good, don’t I,” wiggling his eyebrows, Sungchan gets shoved in the shoulder by Anton, whose laughter emits a giggle from his chest.
Anton leans forward, hands placed on either side of Sungchan’s hips. Their foreheads meet, and they're smiling too hard to get a clear look at each other.
“You do look good, Hyung, you always do. But why do you have them on right now?”
“I missed you and wanted to wear a piece of you.”
Anton sighs at that, leaning backwards to take his glasses off of Sungchan’s face, placing them on the bedside table. “You don’t need to miss me anymore, I’m right here.”
Their bodies naturally fall onto the bed frame, Anton retelling how his time at work went. He’s an intern at a music group, working to the bone hopping from studio to studio to meeting to his desk.
Throughout Anton’s mumbling, words traipsing out and around his mouth, their proximity shortens, hands meeting in the middle.
“I don’t know, though, I was just really overwhelmed when she told me that. But then I thought of you and it calmed me down,” Anton says with a gulp.
Sungchan’s body mirrors him, eyes flickering down to Anton’s throat, up to his eyes. Anton’s eyes are not on him though, but his lips. He feels a hitch in his breath and a skip in his heart, watching Anton’s own chest rise and fall with a sudden urgency.
There was a sort of magnetic shock that pulled them into each other naturally. Like this, they could be talking, sitting next to each other, walking hand in hand when suddenly, yin and yang, their bodies feel the need to fill up the crevices in the space between them.
Their primal attraction to each other is also a factor of consideration, having dated for a little over a year now, and they both still get butterflies when the other walks into the room.
So naturally, like a duckling must follow its mother to survive, their lips meet in the middle. A peck that lasts longer than usual, one that lets the shivers go from one body to a whole other, connected through a thin veil of tissue, urged to consume itself whole with another being.
Anton’s the first to open his mouth, starting to open-mouth-kiss Sungchan’s top lip, Sungchan making out with his bottom lip. His nose digs into the side of Sungchan’s cheek, and he moans.
He’s pierced through like a high note on a string, his heart is, at least, when Sungchan starts sucking on his tongue. Eyes clenched, his own hands following before they wrap entirely around his boyfriend’s shoulder.
He’s ready to be his fool, to go back every time if the feeling of a tongue could have the same power with a slide that it does to its linguistic use.
Anton feels Sungchan’s tongue resting against the inside of his cheek, his exhale hot against his face. The hair brushing against his forehead and the tongue swirling in his own mouth is enough to make him whine.
“Hyung,” he whines when Sungchan pulls away to give his lips another wet peck. “Baby,” Sungchan whimpers with their mixed drool reaching down their chins.
Sungchan’s hand sloppily reaches the top of Anton’s head, a swiping motion taking off his beanie so he can run his hands through his boyfriend’s dark locks. His hair’s been getting longer lately and it makes Sungchan want to bury himself in his puppy’s fur.
More hyung’s leave Anton’s mouth; his tone’s fuzzy and soft and merely incomprehensible if it wasn’t for Sungchan’s acclimation of his neediness. For every Hyung he cries out, Sungchan can’t help but respond with a calling of his own.
“Baby,” he whines as he clings closer to Anton, curling his back to wrap himself against his stomach.
The call and response becomes frequent, each time their words escape their mouth, whimpers follow in complete desperation to consume the other whole. Their slick noises overwhelm Anton to the point of panting into Sungchan’s open mouth, their tongues flattening against each other, eyes squeezed shut to feel and taste their mixed bitter and salty wetness.
Sungchan wraps his arms around one of Anton’s, using it as leverage to nuzzle against his cheek and hair. “You’re so cute, Anton-ah.”
“I love you,” is the whispered response he gets along with a hand in his hair to tilt him back against his lips.
He guides him up slowly, keeping his eyes open to watch his boyfriend closely. His views obscure, but his eyes follow Sungchan’s eyebrows furrowing with their lips pressed against each other. Anton leans back to start pressing pecks on his lips. They’re slow and loud, making their chests rise heavily in unison.
Sungchan opens his mouth, waiting for Anton to follow suit. With hearts hammering out of their chest, their mouths are open to breathe into each other. The smell of their saliva mixing together makes Anton squirm, bringing Sungchan closer while maintaining their mouth’s proximity.
He can hear Sungchan inside of him. Thumping out and in, out and in. He’s breathing out with the purpose of having a place to breathe Sungchan in.
Anton knows his hands are trembling against where they’re now landed on Sungchan’s chest. It always happens like this. They kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Overwhelming their senses with the proximity of each other with no expectations.
Sometimes, Anton’s head drums with fear that he’ll love Sungchan so much it’ll slip away from him. But then Sungchan wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him in closer like it’s the only reason for his existence. He’s beyond words lovesick, but he knows Sungchan’s as infected as he is.
He smiles into their kiss, naturally breaking away from Sungchan who’s starting to rut into his hip from an awkward angle. He hears a whine from his boyfriend, it makes him laugh harder. “Are you going crazy?”
Anton shakes his head giggling while he tries to kiss his boyfriend again, failing to not open his mouth and put teeth on lip. Contagious; Sungchan’s infected — like he’s always been.
“Sorry, I just can’t stop smiling.” It makes his boyfriend mirror him. “I don’t — I don’t know — I just am really happy.”
He goes back to the other’s lips, feeling Sungchan’s teeth rock against his own, blockiness forming between them.
“I’m happy too,” Sungchan whispers.
He pulls Anton closer until his thoughts start and end with Anton. AntonAntonAnton.
You’re all I’ve ever wanted.