[ - double drabble ] when red is green (and nothing makes any sense)
when red is green (and nothing makes any sense) - dee - dbdbyeah
yunho / junsu - implied smut - pg16 - 182 words
a/n: supposed to be for aoireeza's priest!verse but... it kinda came TOO early. lmbo.
listfic challenge prompt #4: red, green, blue - aoireeza
It's not a secret.
It's done behind closed doors but they both know what's being done, it's not wrong; why it's being done, i want this - you; and how it's supposed to be done, here.
It's not a secret.
They say it through labored breaths - open mouths and synchronized pants, letting them live through the moment without dying (falling, failing). One takes in what the other gives out and they know no one's holding back, all in, all out.
It's not a secret.
They remind each other with bite marks; sweet and painful. Nails are dug into skin (hips, arms) and this is real. this is mine comes in all shades of red, blue and purple in the morning.
It's not a secret.
They're not as quiet as they think. They never stop when they're supposed to, wait. They almost always start something they can never end without wanting more, more, please.
Someone hears. Someone opens the door and sees, this. Someone says stop, someone goes away and someone's left behind.
Someone cries.
No, it's not a secret. (At least, not anymore.)
yunho / junsu - implied smut - pg16 - 182 words
a/n: supposed to be for aoireeza's priest!verse but... it kinda came TOO early. lmbo.
listfic challenge prompt #4: red, green, blue - aoireeza
It's not a secret.
It's done behind closed doors but they both know what's being done, it's not wrong; why it's being done, i want this - you; and how it's supposed to be done, here.
It's not a secret.
They say it through labored breaths - open mouths and synchronized pants, letting them live through the moment without dying (falling, failing). One takes in what the other gives out and they know no one's holding back, all in, all out.
It's not a secret.
They remind each other with bite marks; sweet and painful. Nails are dug into skin (hips, arms) and this is real. this is mine comes in all shades of red, blue and purple in the morning.
It's not a secret.
They're not as quiet as they think. They never stop when they're supposed to, wait. They almost always start something they can never end without wanting more, more, please.
Someone hears. Someone opens the door and sees, this. Someone says stop, someone goes away and someone's left behind.
Someone cries.
No, it's not a secret. (At least, not anymore.)