13。welcome home
welcome home
Kwanghee/Siwan
PG ; 230 w.
They are a beautiful, tangled mess on Kwanghee's bed, laying on sheets stained by their shameless lovemaking.
Utterly besotted, Kwanghee gazes at Siwan and thumbs the soft skin of the latter's cheek, their limbs wrapped around each other like vines and their heaving bodies glistening with a sheen of their own-and each other's-perspiration.
Careful and sudden, Kwanghee asks straight from his hopeful, voracious heart, "What am I to you?"
Siwan's eyes are moist, the skin around them damp from too much pain, pleasure and refused longing, he's not quite sure because they all come together but it doesn't really matter because Kwanghee's gazing at him with too much care and meaning in his eyes, his long fingers wiping the sweat off of Siwan's pores, all the while doing so without the slightest hint or trace of disgust in his features.
"My other half," Siwan breathes, feeling the most vulnerable he has ever felt in his entire life but when Kwanghee naturally encircles his wrist and brings their lips together for a chaste kiss, all of his anxiety disappears, only leaving Siwan with emotions that really matter, feelings that he can cherish with time.
Before they fall into a slumber, Kwanghee paints wings on Siwan's back with featherlight kisses, thank you for letting me, and Siwan pushes his back against Kwanghee's naked chest just because he can, his palm lingering above Kwanghee's hand, comforting and safe.
Kwanghee/Siwan
PG ; 230 w.
They are a beautiful, tangled mess on Kwanghee's bed, laying on sheets stained by their shameless lovemaking.
Utterly besotted, Kwanghee gazes at Siwan and thumbs the soft skin of the latter's cheek, their limbs wrapped around each other like vines and their heaving bodies glistening with a sheen of their own-and each other's-perspiration.
Careful and sudden, Kwanghee asks straight from his hopeful, voracious heart, "What am I to you?"
Siwan's eyes are moist, the skin around them damp from too much pain, pleasure and refused longing, he's not quite sure because they all come together but it doesn't really matter because Kwanghee's gazing at him with too much care and meaning in his eyes, his long fingers wiping the sweat off of Siwan's pores, all the while doing so without the slightest hint or trace of disgust in his features.
"My other half," Siwan breathes, feeling the most vulnerable he has ever felt in his entire life but when Kwanghee naturally encircles his wrist and brings their lips together for a chaste kiss, all of his anxiety disappears, only leaving Siwan with emotions that really matter, feelings that he can cherish with time.
Before they fall into a slumber, Kwanghee paints wings on Siwan's back with featherlight kisses, thank you for letting me, and Siwan pushes his back against Kwanghee's naked chest just because he can, his palm lingering above Kwanghee's hand, comforting and safe.