scraps no.3: how did it come to this
Pairing: gd/top
Rating: pg-13
195 words~
“Do you think we’re gonna miss this?” Seunghyun exhales with his cigarette. His eyes are half lidded and fingers still trembling. How cute.
“Why do you ask?” Jiyong mumbles, words slurred and slowed, for various reasons. In truth, he already has an answer. But he’s waiting, hesitating, because Seunghyun looks a little too hopeful. And Jiyong doesn’t want to crush him, not yet at least.
“…’cause,” and now Seunghyun raises his hand, a lone finger caressing Jiyong’s inner arm tattoos, making ghost trails towards his wrist, “…I really like this. I really like…you.” Vitadolce. Moderato. Sweet indeed.
“…I know.”
He leans forward, pushes Jiyong between his arms, into the couch. He takes his lips with his own, goes deeper, so agonizingly slow, Jiyong’s almost left breathless. Chest heaving, heart racing, face all too flushed. Seunghyun’s face hovers close, his lips tickling Jiyong’s nose. And for a while, there’s no words. Just breathing, just trying to catch up.
“Aren’t you gonna miss this?” Seunghyun murmurs, voice nuzzling, eyes pleading.
And Jiyong smiles, not because he agrees but because he just can’t form the words. He pulls him in for another kiss. That shushes him up.
a/n: just another dumb drabble.
Rating: pg-13
195 words~
“Do you think we’re gonna miss this?” Seunghyun exhales with his cigarette. His eyes are half lidded and fingers still trembling. How cute.
“Why do you ask?” Jiyong mumbles, words slurred and slowed, for various reasons. In truth, he already has an answer. But he’s waiting, hesitating, because Seunghyun looks a little too hopeful. And Jiyong doesn’t want to crush him, not yet at least.
“…’cause,” and now Seunghyun raises his hand, a lone finger caressing Jiyong’s inner arm tattoos, making ghost trails towards his wrist, “…I really like this. I really like…you.” Vitadolce. Moderato. Sweet indeed.
“…I know.”
He leans forward, pushes Jiyong between his arms, into the couch. He takes his lips with his own, goes deeper, so agonizingly slow, Jiyong’s almost left breathless. Chest heaving, heart racing, face all too flushed. Seunghyun’s face hovers close, his lips tickling Jiyong’s nose. And for a while, there’s no words. Just breathing, just trying to catch up.
“Aren’t you gonna miss this?” Seunghyun murmurs, voice nuzzling, eyes pleading.
And Jiyong smiles, not because he agrees but because he just can’t form the words. He pulls him in for another kiss. That shushes him up.
a/n: just another dumb drabble.