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"hey," changmin murmurs, and his fingers clasp around yunho's hipbones to draw the man closer, subtle gestures and tender touches. the tips of his hands slide beneath the shirt yunho's wearing, and they brush against a patch of soft skin, tanned from the sun's UV rays.
"hey," yunho says in return, his own arms finding their way secured around changmin's slimmer waist, strong, sturdy, without hesitation. he's bold and brazen, and dares to slip a kiss against the younger's gentle forehead, complexion clear and without blemish from daily treatments.
a smile brushes past changmin's mouth as he lowers his head (lower than necessary actually, because yunho's always so irked by the small centimeter difference) against the man's shoulder. his face tucks along the thick column of delicious, near edible flesh, the musky sweat and faded cologne of yunho drifting by his nostrils whenever he inhales. it's comforting, and brings him to reveries of a young college boy a few years shy of twenty-five, awkward and lanky without purpose, knocking over the toolbox of a well-defined, social butterfly who just so happens to excel at machinery. oh, and don't forget the grease. lots and lots of it.
yunho chuckles, rich baritone pitch, and presses his face against changmin's silken hair, perhaps a tad too long for the average male but in yunho's eyes, he looks beautiful. it reminds him of their days curled on the cushions of the couch, his arm around a waist and oversized sweaters and two mugs of warm, hot chocolate. he recalls kisses, drunken giggles and inebriation from the pure thought of winter snowflakes, a movie long forgotten amidst heated touches to substitute their lack of a radiator. the bill's probably still beneath the table, way overdue.
"you smell bad," changmin says, and playfully catches a part of yunho's neck between his teeth, tugging at the flesh. his lips enclose around the honey skin for him to suck happily on, as if it were a lollipop of sorts, and he feels yunho's hands on his thighs.
"you smell of lavender," yunho retorts, and without warning, lifts changmin from the ground. he tucks changmin's thighs against his sides, and ensures that the long, thin arms are safely around his neck before grasping his small, bare ass to support the newly-gained weight, even more so when changmin struggles. a shy flush rises to changmin's cheeks, mumbling and stumbling and clumsily clutching as he orders yunho to let him go.
yunho laughs, reaches the bedroom, and throws him on the bed. changmin giggles when he bounces from the cushiony mattress, his hair fanning out beneath his head and his fingers now half covered by the sleeve of his sweater. it looks like the apparel is swallowing his lanky frame, for he's so thin, nothing else from waist down.
"naughty boy," yunho growls playfully, and hovers over changmin as the latter turns on his back, licorice smiles and lemon eyes curved so imperfectly that it makes yunho want to melt like ice cream.
"hardly," changmin hums, and as his fingers push through yunho's hair, he leans in to kiss lips of red velvet, tasting puffs of cream and strawberries and dew and love.
"very," yunho murmurs, voice smooth, a steadily flowing stream over the geography of changmin's gorgeous figure. he wants to worship those legs, build novels of such a full, cherry mouth, skin caramel and near edible, but always ravishing.
"shut up," changmin scoffs then, but yunho translates it to "i-love-you" and everything is great.