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Leeteuk quietly sneaks into Sungmin’s bed. The midnight blackness is an unusual change to the younger boy’s normally bright, happy room. Leeteuk likes it more in the twilight. He gently brushes the hair away from Sungmin’s forehead and leans forward, placing a light kiss delicately above his eyebrow and Sungmin makes a soft, pleased sound before stirring.
Sungmin tries to inquire as to whom in their right mind would be waking him up right now, but Leeteuk places a docile finger over his serene lips and he stops. Sungmin swallows as Leeteuk pulls him forward to sit up and connects their mouths. Leeteuk takes Sungmin’s hands into his and laces their fingers, his thumb rubbing circles over the backs of the other’s palms.
Leeteuk pulls away reluctantly and flips his hanging bangs out of his face. He pulls himself closer to Sungmin and whispers meekly in his ear, “Explore me.”
Sungmin almost chokes on his tongue when Leeteuk takes his hands and places them on his knees, slowly moving them up, then down, then up again, trying to paint a picture for Sungmin with his flesh.
He lets go and Sungmin keeps working; swirling, stroking, every touch of a fingertip making Leeteuk shiver in excitement. He definitely likes it more in the dark.
Sungmin’s hands slowly slide higher, moving onto Leeteuk’s toned thighs and they linger for just a little while, caressing the muscles, before his palms land on the older boy’s hips. He lies Leeteuk down and moves his hands over the pelvic bone, admiring the indentation in his flesh.
Sungmin chuckles as he traces a digit up Leeteuk’s trail and circles his belly button. His hands flow to Leeteuk’s chest, a finger dancing over his erect nipple before his hands gently sink onto Leeteuk’s collarbone.
Sungmin positions himself on top of Leeteuk and attempts to align their gazes. “Why are we doing this?”
Leeteuk replies in a whisper, “Not everything in your life has to be bright and shining and cheerful. Things can be dark, serious, intense and still be beautiful.”
“I know you’re beautiful, hyung.” Sungmin says, massaging Leeteuk’s shoulders with his hands, “And I don’t need to touch your lips to know that you’re smiling at me right now.”
“You can’t know unless you try.” Leeteuk says, pulling Sungmin forward. He reconnects their lips, their tongues, their love and Sungmin doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to let him slip away again.