domestic!au
Title: Butter Fingers
Pairing: Tao/Sehun
Prompt: Fluffy Taohun. On a couch.
Sehun watches his socked toes wiggle in the dim lighting of their apartment, occasionally knocking into Tao’s bare feet. His socks are black, with little Nike prints on the sides-they’re supposed to be Tao’s but Sehun likes how comfortable they are and have long since claimed them as his own. Tao is trying to watch the movie, but it’s a lost cause when Sehun is hopelessly bored and restless; they’ve watch Kung Fu Panda three movie nights in a row.
The popcorn is in a bowl on Sehun’s lap, something he doesn’t even bother eating but Tao likes to stick his entire hand in it and eat it in mouthfuls. Sehun doesn’t like the feeling of butter on his own fingers, but he likes it when Tao kisses him tasting like Friday movie dates in their apartment. Having had enough of being the popcorn holder, Sehun sets it on the coffee table to make it more inconvenient for Tao. Tao doesn’t even seem fazed, putting the bowl of popcorn on his side of the armrest on the couch where it perches precariously.
“Sehun, that’s me,” Tao whispers in excited hushes. Sehun merely rolls his eyes and slouches deeper into the couch until his elbows are digging into the sofa cushions. Just because Tao somewhat resembled a panda and did martial arts, it did not mean that he was the Kung Fu Panda. Sehun doesn’t like fighting for his boyfriend’s attention, especially if it means he has to wrestle the attention from something inanimate.
Sehun spares a glance in Tao’s direction, who is too immersed in watching Po make noodles for the Furious Five. He dances his fingers along Tao’s forearms, just light enough so that maybe Tao will pay attention to him but not hard enough that Tao might mistake his prodding as being something important.
Tao chooses instead to sift his clean fingers through Sehun’s hair without even glancing. Grumbling, Sehun will take what he can get and shifts his entire body so he can flop his head on Tao’s lap while shoving his hands between his thighs for warmth. The movie is a lot more interesting from a sideways position, but it also gives him a headache so he closes his eyes and evens out his breathing.
It’s still dark by the time Sehun cracks his eyes open. At first his eyesight is blurry so he has to rub his eyes a bit and he notices that his shoulders and neck are particularly sore. The credits are still running on the screen, but the music has been muted because Sehun is a light sleeper and loud noises make him cranky. The bowl of popcorn has been expectedly spilled on the floor, buttery kernels decorating their carpet.
Turning around, he can see Tao has fallen asleep with his head thrown back and mouth wide open. He snickers, listening to Tao snore softly, like his breath is hitching repeatedly. He contemplates recording everything and posting it on Instagram but then he thinks, sitting up to press a soft kiss on the soft underside of Tao’s jaws, this is something that he wouldn’t mind keeping to himself.
Until Tao mumbles, “Sehun-ah you’re so heavy my legs fell asleep.” Then Sehun smacks Tao’s legs as hard as he can because that’s what Tao gets for choosing the same movie three times in a row.
a/n:
-this is more like a drabble than a oneshot im sorry /sobs
-really belated to emily, cheers
Pairing: Tao/Sehun
Prompt: Fluffy Taohun. On a couch.
Sehun watches his socked toes wiggle in the dim lighting of their apartment, occasionally knocking into Tao’s bare feet. His socks are black, with little Nike prints on the sides-they’re supposed to be Tao’s but Sehun likes how comfortable they are and have long since claimed them as his own. Tao is trying to watch the movie, but it’s a lost cause when Sehun is hopelessly bored and restless; they’ve watch Kung Fu Panda three movie nights in a row.
The popcorn is in a bowl on Sehun’s lap, something he doesn’t even bother eating but Tao likes to stick his entire hand in it and eat it in mouthfuls. Sehun doesn’t like the feeling of butter on his own fingers, but he likes it when Tao kisses him tasting like Friday movie dates in their apartment. Having had enough of being the popcorn holder, Sehun sets it on the coffee table to make it more inconvenient for Tao. Tao doesn’t even seem fazed, putting the bowl of popcorn on his side of the armrest on the couch where it perches precariously.
“Sehun, that’s me,” Tao whispers in excited hushes. Sehun merely rolls his eyes and slouches deeper into the couch until his elbows are digging into the sofa cushions. Just because Tao somewhat resembled a panda and did martial arts, it did not mean that he was the Kung Fu Panda. Sehun doesn’t like fighting for his boyfriend’s attention, especially if it means he has to wrestle the attention from something inanimate.
Sehun spares a glance in Tao’s direction, who is too immersed in watching Po make noodles for the Furious Five. He dances his fingers along Tao’s forearms, just light enough so that maybe Tao will pay attention to him but not hard enough that Tao might mistake his prodding as being something important.
Tao chooses instead to sift his clean fingers through Sehun’s hair without even glancing. Grumbling, Sehun will take what he can get and shifts his entire body so he can flop his head on Tao’s lap while shoving his hands between his thighs for warmth. The movie is a lot more interesting from a sideways position, but it also gives him a headache so he closes his eyes and evens out his breathing.
It’s still dark by the time Sehun cracks his eyes open. At first his eyesight is blurry so he has to rub his eyes a bit and he notices that his shoulders and neck are particularly sore. The credits are still running on the screen, but the music has been muted because Sehun is a light sleeper and loud noises make him cranky. The bowl of popcorn has been expectedly spilled on the floor, buttery kernels decorating their carpet.
Turning around, he can see Tao has fallen asleep with his head thrown back and mouth wide open. He snickers, listening to Tao snore softly, like his breath is hitching repeatedly. He contemplates recording everything and posting it on Instagram but then he thinks, sitting up to press a soft kiss on the soft underside of Tao’s jaws, this is something that he wouldn’t mind keeping to himself.
Until Tao mumbles, “Sehun-ah you’re so heavy my legs fell asleep.” Then Sehun smacks Tao’s legs as hard as he can because that’s what Tao gets for choosing the same movie three times in a row.
a/n:
-this is more like a drabble than a oneshot im sorry /sobs
-really belated to emily, cheers