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Harry perches himself onto the bed, Son sat right beside him as he fiddles with the tv remote. The room is quiet, dimly lit only by the televisions light beaming onto them. Then he gets to the channel he wanted to. "Putting your highlights on so I can see just how good you are?" He pesters the Korean, slinging an arm around his waist. He turns back to Harry, with a flush high on his cheeks and his shoulders shaking softly with his giggling. "Harry." He murmurs affectionately with feigned annoyance. He swats at his partner softly just brushing his chest with his fingertips.
Harry turns his head to look at his partner, meeting his gaze. "What? You did great for your home tonight, Sonny." He remarks as he pushes back the dark strands at the Korean's hairline and places a kiss to his forehead. He catches that familiar vanilla and jasmine scent from Son as he pulls away. He curls further into Harry's touch with his cheeks reddening and a soft smile on his lips. The Englishman's arm wraps further around him, pressing tighter against his clothed waist.
"Stop it." He murmurs into Harry's shirt. Their gazes are pulled back towards the tv with the sudden rise in volume. On screen is Son, of course. He's centered in the frame, mid movement as his hair flops against his forehead. He weaves around one of the deffenders as he approaches the box, barely brushing past the opponent's shoulder. His feet move with the ball as he dribbles it back and forth between them. Son approaches the box with the ball at his left foot. He pulls back slightly, then kicks the ball. It curves at his touch and rockets right into the back of the net. The goalkeeper reaches out for it but barely doesn't snag the ball, coming into the net too quickly. Harry turns back towards Son as the crowd roars in celebration. "Look at that." Harry mused softly, a smile stretching his lips thin.
He leans in close to Son, pressing his shoulder into the Korean's. Harry catches more of that warm and sweet vanilla and jasmine scent and breathes it deeply into his lungs. "Still gonna tell me not to give you the praise?" He murmurs into Son's ear, so warmly that Son can hear the smile in his tone. He can't help but to smile in response as a flush stains his cheeks. He shifts to rest his head on Harry's shoulder. "I'm not telling you not to…" He replies softly as he moves to bury his face into the Englishman's shoulder. Harry chuckles as he pets Son's sliky smooth hair.
Sonny stays there for a long moment, breathing against Harry's shirt. Then he lifts his head to meet Harry's eyes once more. "I just…" Son begins, then pauses. He presses his face into Harry's neck with a flustered whine. Harry moves his hands to grasp the back of his head, pulling Son away from himself slightly. Just enough to see his little dimples and the scrunch of his eyes when he smiles with the blush still present on his cheeks. Son glances down, avoiding eye contact with the Englishman for a moment. "I don't really get praise straight to my face." He explains softly as he glances up at Harry. Son giggles as Harry places a hand on his cheek, smiling.
"Aww… you're so cute." Harry coos as he leans in to kiss Son on the lips. He feels his partner giggle against his lips as he relaxes against the mattress. Harry presses him into the bed slightly as the TV continues playing behind Harry. The light from it backlights Harry's figure in it's blueish green glow. Harry shifts slightly as he peppers the Korean's face with kisses. One on the corner of his mouth, then his left cheek, moving to his forehead and finally a last one on his lips.
"Stop it!" Son laughed with a light smack to Harry's chest. Harry only pulled him closer so that their chests made slight contact with each other and Son's legs were slightly between his own. He doesn't protest, never does when Harry holds him so close and delicately as if he were a precious jewel. He makes a pleased noise with his lips pressing against the Korean's cheek. "Nah, don't think I will. You're such a cutie when you're flustered." He murmurs as he boops Son on the nose. The Korean snickers and curls up in response.
The pair sit in silence for a while, except for the TV droning on in the background. Some commentator neither of them are paying attention to chatter on about something. Harry runs his fingers through Sonny's hair, sliding through it like soft silk. The Korean nuzzles into his chest softly as he smiles with warm satisfaction. Harry looks down at him as he continues stroking his hair, letting his fingers fall through the dark strands. The evening outside is quiet apart from the passing woosh of cars from the open window.
"I'm glad you came to see me." Son murmurs quietly. Harry stops petting his hair for a moment. He makes a curious noise in the back of his throat as he feels the vibration of the words through his shirt. A soft smile spreads slowly across his lips. Harry huffs a chuckle out through his nose fondly. Son tilts his head back towards him to make eye contact. The Korean is smiling as well.
He reaches up to fluff his perfect dark hair, giving it a slightly untamed look. Son scrunches his nose at the ruffling, but Harry knows he's not really annoyed by it. Harry watches him with a soft fondness in his gaze. Son looks back with the same fondness, eyes shimmering with a soft smile that only gently brings out the way his cheeks puff up. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Sunshine."