like ashes, like embers (Eunhyuk/Tablo)
Eunhyuk/Tablo (Super Junior/Epik High)
inspiration: flavours - jack conte.
(295 words) second in a series of song-inspired BloHyuk drabbles.
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It’s a heady, almost alcoholic feeling, kissing Hyukjae; it feels so wrong and it makes the back of his neck crawl with goose bumps when Hyukjae traces the pads of his fingers in slow, concentric circles over Tablo’s prickling skin. It makes him shudder, intimidated by the intensity of the heat that licks through every crevice of his body and the concurrent icy chills that run down his spine when Hyukjae traces the swell of his bottom lip with the tip of his hot tongue; Tablo’s mouth falls open in a groan that sounds from a hidden part of him that he never realized existed before Hyukjae had licked his way in, crawled into him like the fire that seems to burn inside of him and prickle hotly against his skin from within, making his skin feel far too sensitive to the touch. It makes the brush of Hyukjae’s hand and the brand of his lips and the slide of his burning skin over his own ever the more intimate, as though he is burning him through with his own heat in a vicious, self-feeding cycle, and his lips are soft and demanding and a paradox that makes Tablo’s head spin in his drugged daze. It feels so wrong, but in the best way possible; it makes him fist his hands in the slipping fabric of Hyukjae’s unbuttoned shirt and push it from his shoulders, anchoring himself further in one part fear, two parts excitement as he buries his face in the heat of a naked shoulder, a bared neck - as he feels a corresponding smile, so unexpectedly wicked and lovely, drag hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along his own shoulder, his neck, his jaw, and he feels like he is drowning in the sweetest sin.
inspiration: flavours - jack conte.
(295 words) second in a series of song-inspired BloHyuk drabbles.
.
It’s a heady, almost alcoholic feeling, kissing Hyukjae; it feels so wrong and it makes the back of his neck crawl with goose bumps when Hyukjae traces the pads of his fingers in slow, concentric circles over Tablo’s prickling skin. It makes him shudder, intimidated by the intensity of the heat that licks through every crevice of his body and the concurrent icy chills that run down his spine when Hyukjae traces the swell of his bottom lip with the tip of his hot tongue; Tablo’s mouth falls open in a groan that sounds from a hidden part of him that he never realized existed before Hyukjae had licked his way in, crawled into him like the fire that seems to burn inside of him and prickle hotly against his skin from within, making his skin feel far too sensitive to the touch. It makes the brush of Hyukjae’s hand and the brand of his lips and the slide of his burning skin over his own ever the more intimate, as though he is burning him through with his own heat in a vicious, self-feeding cycle, and his lips are soft and demanding and a paradox that makes Tablo’s head spin in his drugged daze. It feels so wrong, but in the best way possible; it makes him fist his hands in the slipping fabric of Hyukjae’s unbuttoned shirt and push it from his shoulders, anchoring himself further in one part fear, two parts excitement as he buries his face in the heat of a naked shoulder, a bared neck - as he feels a corresponding smile, so unexpectedly wicked and lovely, drag hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along his own shoulder, his neck, his jaw, and he feels like he is drowning in the sweetest sin.