Like a Dog (Cushions) - Drabble
Title: Like a Dog (Cushions)
Pairing: Onho
Genre: Drabble - Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Words: 771
Summary: Minho and Jinki enjoy each other in the comfort of their bed after a long day.
A/N: So. Last night I was feeling really fluffy so I wrote this little drabble about Onho being all domestic and stuff- (which is where the title came from- because dogs-domestic- XD It made sense in my head, but don't worry about it. I'm rambling.) They're just cuddling in bed and it made me happy. ^_^ Sorry if it sucks, I wrote it at 2 in the morning.
"Are you coming to bed?"
Minho nodded, though he knew the elder couldn't see him. He checked himself over once more in his small bathroom mirror, turning his head this way and that in order to inspect every inch of his face. He had to admit, he could see his skin was a bit lack luster, and his eyes were showing a bit more than the usual under-eye puffiness, but he deemed it satisfactory for the night.
Casually he stepped out, almost forgetting to flick the harsh fluorescent bathroom light off before making his way to the bed where his lover awaited him, a book nestled in his lap. The man spared him a glance as he saw Minho approaching, his glasses sliding down ever so slightly and making half his vision blurry- but not deterring from the man's simplistic beauty.
Jinki found it times like these where he found Minho the most handsome. He was literally as simple as one could be, at his most comfortable in a thin, light grey cotton shirt that hung loosely but still clung to his best assets- pulled taunt over his shoulders and skimming his glorious abdominal muscles. Plain boxers followed suit, and Jinki had to wonder how he could feel so free to just sleep in his underwear and not sport some sort of bottom like his own plaid pajama pants. Nonetheless, he still looked so plainly perfect, barefoot with his hair a tousled mess, adding to the masculinity of the whole appeal.
The younger man climbed into bed, his long legs finding their way underneath the covers one after the other while Jinki put away the book he was reading, not bothering to turn off the bedside lamp. He found he rather liked the way that the room looked with only the lamp lights on; bathed in a warm yellow that contrasted nicely with the sharp shadows brought on by the natural darkness of the night. He turned over, adjusting himself snugly into the soft, warm blankets and comforters.
Minho found it absolutely adorable the way Jinki was half buried in the soft cushions, eyes lidded and breathing steadying. He reached over and grabbed the elder's hand, intertwining their fingers. He loved the way their hands fit together- his long, slender digits wrapping securely around Jinki's much shorter, thicker ones. He turned over as well, relishing in the smoothness in their silken sheets, and found himself face to face with his beloved.
Granted, Jinki was so far buried in his pillow Minho had to peek over the white cushion in order to actually see his face. He decided he much rather see Jinki buried in his chest rather than a pillow.
"Jagiya," He muttered lazily, his already deep voice booming with added depth and a certain thickness from his exhaustion. He used the leverage from their clasped hands to pull the smaller man towards him- through the warm comforter and into Minho's even warmer chest, which was another thing that Jinki loved about Minho right before bed.
He smelled so simply divine.
Jinki could honestly admit that this was his most favorite place to be; in their too-comfortable-and-soft-to-be-legal bed, all wrapped up in his dongsaeng's strong arms and pressed flush against his sturdy chest- senses being overloaded by his naturally musky scent. It was so wonderful, so complete- and it was pure fantasy that Jinki could live this every night.
He curled his unoccupied hand in Minho's soft short-sleeved shirt, pulling even closer so that their legs could imitate their hands and tangle together. Minho had to chuckle a bit when he heard Jinki's feet moving across the bedding sheets, knowing how much he loved the feeling of downy soft fabric against his toes and such. He called it soothing, and Minho couldn't really argue with that.
"Good night," he began; his words rumbling in his chest and making Jinki melt even more, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck. Jinki mumbled a response that the younger could barely make out; his voice touched out from how sleepy he was, and even so it was so wonderfully light and slightly nasally and so perfectly Jinki. Minho's grip tightened.
"I love you." he continued while pressing a tender kiss to the crown of Jinki's head, falling victim to all the calming and relaxing feelings, to all his day had ended up to.
"I love you too." Jinki muttered more coherently- on the very edge of sleep.
As always, they fell asleep in each other's arms; wrapped up in the security of their bed- where it was just them two every night.
Pairing: Onho
Genre: Drabble - Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Words: 771
Summary: Minho and Jinki enjoy each other in the comfort of their bed after a long day.
A/N: So. Last night I was feeling really fluffy so I wrote this little drabble about Onho being all domestic and stuff- (which is where the title came from- because dogs-domestic- XD It made sense in my head, but don't worry about it. I'm rambling.) They're just cuddling in bed and it made me happy. ^_^ Sorry if it sucks, I wrote it at 2 in the morning.
"Are you coming to bed?"
Minho nodded, though he knew the elder couldn't see him. He checked himself over once more in his small bathroom mirror, turning his head this way and that in order to inspect every inch of his face. He had to admit, he could see his skin was a bit lack luster, and his eyes were showing a bit more than the usual under-eye puffiness, but he deemed it satisfactory for the night.
Casually he stepped out, almost forgetting to flick the harsh fluorescent bathroom light off before making his way to the bed where his lover awaited him, a book nestled in his lap. The man spared him a glance as he saw Minho approaching, his glasses sliding down ever so slightly and making half his vision blurry- but not deterring from the man's simplistic beauty.
Jinki found it times like these where he found Minho the most handsome. He was literally as simple as one could be, at his most comfortable in a thin, light grey cotton shirt that hung loosely but still clung to his best assets- pulled taunt over his shoulders and skimming his glorious abdominal muscles. Plain boxers followed suit, and Jinki had to wonder how he could feel so free to just sleep in his underwear and not sport some sort of bottom like his own plaid pajama pants. Nonetheless, he still looked so plainly perfect, barefoot with his hair a tousled mess, adding to the masculinity of the whole appeal.
The younger man climbed into bed, his long legs finding their way underneath the covers one after the other while Jinki put away the book he was reading, not bothering to turn off the bedside lamp. He found he rather liked the way that the room looked with only the lamp lights on; bathed in a warm yellow that contrasted nicely with the sharp shadows brought on by the natural darkness of the night. He turned over, adjusting himself snugly into the soft, warm blankets and comforters.
Minho found it absolutely adorable the way Jinki was half buried in the soft cushions, eyes lidded and breathing steadying. He reached over and grabbed the elder's hand, intertwining their fingers. He loved the way their hands fit together- his long, slender digits wrapping securely around Jinki's much shorter, thicker ones. He turned over as well, relishing in the smoothness in their silken sheets, and found himself face to face with his beloved.
Granted, Jinki was so far buried in his pillow Minho had to peek over the white cushion in order to actually see his face. He decided he much rather see Jinki buried in his chest rather than a pillow.
"Jagiya," He muttered lazily, his already deep voice booming with added depth and a certain thickness from his exhaustion. He used the leverage from their clasped hands to pull the smaller man towards him- through the warm comforter and into Minho's even warmer chest, which was another thing that Jinki loved about Minho right before bed.
He smelled so simply divine.
Jinki could honestly admit that this was his most favorite place to be; in their too-comfortable-and-soft-to-be-legal bed, all wrapped up in his dongsaeng's strong arms and pressed flush against his sturdy chest- senses being overloaded by his naturally musky scent. It was so wonderful, so complete- and it was pure fantasy that Jinki could live this every night.
He curled his unoccupied hand in Minho's soft short-sleeved shirt, pulling even closer so that their legs could imitate their hands and tangle together. Minho had to chuckle a bit when he heard Jinki's feet moving across the bedding sheets, knowing how much he loved the feeling of downy soft fabric against his toes and such. He called it soothing, and Minho couldn't really argue with that.
"Good night," he began; his words rumbling in his chest and making Jinki melt even more, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck. Jinki mumbled a response that the younger could barely make out; his voice touched out from how sleepy he was, and even so it was so wonderfully light and slightly nasally and so perfectly Jinki. Minho's grip tightened.
"I love you." he continued while pressing a tender kiss to the crown of Jinki's head, falling victim to all the calming and relaxing feelings, to all his day had ended up to.
"I love you too." Jinki muttered more coherently- on the very edge of sleep.
As always, they fell asleep in each other's arms; wrapped up in the security of their bed- where it was just them two every night.