Midnight Blossoms
Title: Midnight Blossoms
Rating: R (language and suggestive scenes/ideas)
Word count: 2,738
Author's note: Khunwoo-centric. Not as long or complicated like Wordplay or S&C, which is kinda weird for me. So hopefully it's not unsatisfying at the end? ;~; Didn't revise this well (when do I ever?) so let me know if there's any errors, etc. Anyways, enjoyyy<33
9.14.13
Midnight Blossoms
The sound of their footsteps across the tesselated pavement, melded in the air with the wafting sea breeze. Sunlight had tucked itself beyond the horizon hours ago, and the day sky adorned its night mask with glittering diamonds. Wooyoung wasn’t sure how he had been coaxed out of the cool comforts of his hotel room, but he found himself trailing Nichkhun’s breathtaking silhouette. He followed Nichkhun into the warm cricket chirps of the night and dangling strings of lights tinkled lackadaisically. Nichkhun paused in the middle of the walkway and glanced in Wooyoung’s direction with a serene smile tugging at his lips. It was barely visible but Wooyoung caught that smile like a fluttering butterfly and he couldn’t hide the blush forming on his cheeks.
His heart wasn’t being fair to him at all.
“Come on, Youngie,” Nichkhun said, his arm outstretched to invite Wooyoung to come closer. Wooyoung swallowed his palpitating heart back down his throat and inched in closer.
“Where are we going?” Wooyoung asked quietly. Shyness was screaming all over his skin and he desperately wanted to dash back to the hotel room and shove his shyness under a suffocating cocoon of blankets. But Nichkhun only shrugged good-naturedly, the smile on his lips brightening to a dazzling grin fit for happy baby angel.
“A midnight stroll with no destination,” Nichkhun said. He seemed rather fond of the idea of having an aimless walk in the middle of the night by the seashore... or perhaps, maybe Nichkhun was only fond of the idea because of the company he had. Wooyoung decided it definitely wasn’t the latter, because who in the world would ever enjoy Wooyoung as their company? His mind’s sanity had sprung out like a broken leak and now it was dripping all over his neck and spine in the form of sweat waterfalls.
He liked to blame it on the humidity.
Wooyoung’s eyes wandered past the knee-high wall to his left and down over the water-licked rocks that hugged the sealine’s waves. The tide was softer and calmer in the night’s cradle, and far into the horizon was where the sky kissed the ocean and melted that dividing line into love. Did Wooyoung just describe everything romantically?
The backs of their hands brushed once, twice, then thrice and at the fourth time, Wooyoung teetered away in a flushing red blush with a comical stumble that made Nichkhun laugh. A laugh so dulcet in the ears of Wooyoung that it made his chest tighten with glittery warmth. Wooyoung pouted embarrassingly, hiding his red cheeks with his burning hands. Every touch that he made on his own body seemed to sting with bashfulness and absolute embarrassment.
“Don’t laugh at me...” Wooyoung mumbled. He couldn’t gaze into Nichkhun’s enchanting eyes without burning up in crimson blotches painting his cheeks, and he hoped with all his heart that the night could conceal it with its curtains. But Nichkhun’s perceptive eyes caught the shy Wooyoung in his heart, unable to hide the grin decorating across his complexion. He was particularly bothered at the idea of having Wooyoung any further from him than a few inches, so he latched his fingers onto Wooyoung’s wrist and dragged him close again. Too close this time. Wooyoung lurched forward with another unprecedented stumble and landed in Nichkhun’s arms with a startled gasp.
Their eyes held each other, blinking slowly and longingly. Their cheeks complimented each other in matching pink blushes like two hugging roses, the radiating warmth of their bodies mingling together. The lub-dubs of their hearts quickened with every breath, and everything was still except for their heaving chests that touched at every rise, and separated at every fall. Rise and fall. Rise and fall.
Wooyoung swore he saw the flickering streetlamps in the background wink at him, singing at him, tonight’s the night, propose~!
Propose?! Shouldn’t confession come first? Wait, confessing? What do I confess?
“Um...” Nichkhun murmured in a low whisper. It instantly snapped Wooyoung out of the whirlwind of thoughts he was drowning himself in, and he was immediately knocked out of air when he met Nichkhun’s gaze again. Especially when Wooyoung’s eyes wandered over Nichkhun’s parted pink lips...
“Sorry!” Wooyoung spluttered quickly, and he pushed himself away from Nichkhun’s magnetic eyes and intoxicating embrace. He had almost drifted right into Nichkhun’s plush lips and that, Wooyoung had to convince himself, was an utterly absurd thing to do. Especially with a close friend. A very close friend who was like a beloved brother to him. A brother that made his heart drum against his chest. And uneven heartbeats that spoke of affection...?
Affection? What the hell?
The flickering streetlights completely blinked unevenly as if it had exasperatedly wailed at Wooyoung’s failure and then died out abruptly, with a sassy remark. You’re such a coward, Jang Wooyoung.
Wait, affection? The thing that lovers share with each other? Lovers? Lovers?! I don’t have a sexual relationship with Nichkhun! Do I want to have a sexual relationship with him? What am I asking?! No, oh my god, no. This is a horribly queer thing to think about. But do I want to be with him?
Nope.
“Wooyoungie,” Nichkhun murmured. He had leaned in with such a close proximity, Wooyoung almost yelped out from an incoming heart-attack.
“W-What?” Wooyoung stuttered.
“I asked if you wanted to buy something to eat--” Nichkhun pointed in a general direction behind him, “-- over there.”
“I uh...” Wooyoung’s words turned into liquid jelly and he wanted to curse at himself for losing all capability of speech. But even then, he couldn’t because his mind was oozing out with conflicting thoughts of locking doors and riding hips, and touches that made the other gasp-- what did Nichkhun sound like when he was gasping?
“Wooyoungie, are you alright? You’re... blushing...” Nichkhun said in a timid smile. That lit up Wooyoung’s cheeks on fire. Really hot fire. His heart sped up at lightning speed and he almost fell over on his back if Nichkhun hadn’t slipped his arm around Wooyoung’s waist.
“Y-Yes... I mean no-- wait, actually--”
“You’re okay?”
“No! I mean yes! But I--” Nichkhun’s warmth wasn't doing anything good to Wooyoung’s mind at all.
“But what, Wooyoung?” Nichkhun pressed with a gentle smile. His eyes were glittering god-gorgeous beneath the moonlight’s blush and he wrapped his arm closer and tighter around Wooyoung’s waist.
“U-Um...”
“Mmm?”
“Water, I want Nichkhun!” Wooyoung blurted. At that split second, his eyes widened at what he had said, especially when Nichkhun’s cheeks noticeably deepened in a rosy flush. Nichkhun’s eyes blinked slowly, shimmering something intense in the depths. But before Wooyoung could say another stupid thing, Nichkhun breathed a soft giggle and braided his fingers within Wooyoung’s hand.
Wooyoung was dragged again, away from the shoreline and across the street, because Nichkhun always did that to him.
* * *
“Nichkhun,” Wooyoung mumbled through the chips in his mouth. He slipped his fingers through his mouth, slicking it wet, and then licked the crumbs off clean. He didn’t know chips could taste so delectable at midnight, especially by the ocean, the waves caressing the rocks by the edge. Wooyoung hogged the whole bag to himself, but Nichkhun didn’t seem to mind as he was preoccupied with the bottles in his hands. The younger glanced at Nichkhun only because he always did, and not for any other reason. Or so he liked to believe. And he thought he saw the faintest pink-kissed cheeks on Nichkhun.
“Mmm,” Nichkhun hummed against the bouncing straw in the cup. He finally caught the tip of the straw, but not before making out with it, glistening tongue slathering the edges and luscious lips grazing the straw all over.
Wooyoung jaw-dropped. He licked his lips and bit them hard, to muffle an involuntary mixture of a sigh and moan. He knew the sight had everything erotic about it, and he couldn’t stop himself from inherently blushing so much. The frittering sensation jumped all across his skin and he wanted to die from it, leap over the wall, stumble across the rocks and plunge into the warm foamy waters.
Why was he going crazy?
Nichkhun sucked on the straw, with a pleasurable scrunch in the face, his eyes drooping to a close and eyelids glistening in the moonlight. His plump strawberry lips hugged the straw so deliciously, it made Wooyoung mouth-water so badly, so needily, desperately wondering how those lips tasted like.
They probably tasted like creamy honey and hearts. Sugary dancing stars, and fireworks, strawberries and apples and... sex.
“Wooyoung?” came an earnest sound from the said lips Wooyoung was dreaming about. The bag of chips nearly slipped out of his hands, and in a shaking frenzy and more goddamn blushes, he caught it, as another mocking breeze tousled through his hair.
“Ye-ah?” Wooyoung’s voice cracked conveniently and Nichkhun started to giggle again. It made Wooyoung want to scamper away out of embarrassment once more.
“Don’t you want to share?”
Wooyoung stopped himself from glancing at Nichkhun, because he didn’t know what he’d do-- zip away in a beeline, or moan something like a sex-crazed beast, or pounce on Nichkhun and ride him long and hard.
Was he going crazy?
Nope.
Wooyoung offered the bag in Nichkhun’s direction, but all Nichkhun could do was pout with his teasing puckering lips that screamed, kiss me! Kiss me hard! Nichkhun batted his butterfly-winged eyelashes at Wooyoung, and then looked over at his own hands, preoccupied with the two bottles of drinks that they had bought at the street vendor.
“Feed me, Wooyoung, won’t you?” Nichkhun pleaded irresistably. Whoever could resist moonlit puppy eyes and pouting plush lips deserves an accolade. Obviously Wooyoung was not one of them.
The waves hit the rocks in a soothing melody as the both of them stopped strolling. Romantic background music? Wooyoung had to internally slap himself across the cheeks. Stop over-analyzing everything, Wooyoung, there’s nothing gaymantic about-- I MEAN ROMANTIC, about this. Wooyoung exhaled a cute breath of air (Nichkhun thought so), in attempt to clear his mind from any lingering thoughts. As Wooyoung reached into the bag, he started to wonder whether all of this was a conspiracy because when it was the six of them, Nichkhun had some uncanny ability to manage four to six drinks and still hold a bag of chips.
No, Wooyoung’s brain was mushed in puddles of lust and hip bones, and obviously, just obviously, Nichkhun wasn’t capable of feeding himself, even with the two plastic cups that he was holding. Obviously.
Wooyoung’s lips parted into an “o” shape as he pulled out a chip wedged between his forefinger and thumb. The chip inched in close to Nichkhun’s moist wet lips, eagerly anticipating and his eyes completely fixated on it. But Wooyoung smirked, and edged it away, making Nichkhun follow the chip with his lips.
“Come on, I want it,” Nichkhun whined. Wooyoung shooked his head and brought the chip to his own lips. But to his surprise, Nichkhun followed it diligently, and now they were centimeters away, breaths away, a kiss away, with the chip as the only visible barrier. “I want it, Wooyoungie,” Nichkhun breathed. His eyes bright and entrancing, Wooyoung’s mind spiraled out of control and all the wires and springs ripped open and broke loose. His heart screamed in shrill delight and squirmed in pure shyness.
“O-Okay,” he whispered, unsure why his voice box ditched him to fend off the crazy duo of mind and heart alone. Wooyoung plopped the chip through Nichkhun’s lips. His fingers brush past the lips and it made Wooyoung grow undeniably warm and fuzzy inside, with jolting sparks coursing through his veins. So the pink lips of heaven belonging to the angel were soft like cotton candy and heaven and pillows, and not to mention, slightly wet. Kissably wet.
Wooyoung was at his breaking point, lip-bites bruising his own lips hard. Bells and moans rang out through his mind and he was deathly afraid that some of that incomprehensible gibberish would slip out of his mouth like dripping jewels. Maybe Nichkhun could swallow his unrestrained moans with a kiss...?! Wooyoung hated how his mind escalated into the most suggestive situations.
And before Wooyoung knew it, his fingers were fully inserted into Nichkhun’s mouth, the very same ones that he had licked earlier. Nichkhun’s velvety tongue ran warm wet lines over Wooyoung’s fingers, hot breaths gliding up in a fluttery sensation and Wooyoung thought he had plunged them in a portal of heaven. Rollicking heat tides washed through his insides and right back to the tips of his fingers in Nichkhun’s mouth, accompanied with buzzing electricity. In an instant, Wooyoung’s cheeks went down every shade of red and he gasped, retracting his fingers out of Nichkhun’s sucking lips.
Nichkhun frowned at the loss of those slender fingers. “Wooyoungie, it tasted so good...”
Wooyoung’s breath hitched because of the double-entendre in Nichkhun’s words. Nichkhun’s lips as a fuckhole and Wooyoung’s own fingers representing his pe--
Drips of saliva trickled down his hand from his overly coated fingers and his eyes widened. “Khunnie!” Wooyoung mumbled breathlessly. He didn’t know what to do, his brain couldn’t even function properly anymore. His body was burning up in rolling waves of heat, 100% crotch-centric.
Nichkhun blushed. “Oh u-um... there’s napkins in my backpocket.”
“Your backpocket?!” Wooyoung exclaimed. Clearly, this was a conspiracy. But Nichkhun nodded fervently, and turned a bit, giving Wooyoung access to the folded napkins tucked in the pocket. Which happened to be on Nichkhun’s pants. Located on the left butt-cheek. Wooyoung had to gulp down the flurry of sensations zipping up and down his mind and body. Racing heartbeats that thundered in the back of his mind.
He glanced at his glistening fingers coated in Nichkhun’s saliva, and then back at Nichkhun’s butt pocket-- back pocket-- he obviously meant, with a silent cough. Nichkhun gazed at Wooyoung innocently, wondering why it was so hard to get the napkins from his own pocket. Like as if the decision was that hard or something.
At an impulse, which left Nichkhun’s mouth hanging, Wooyoung stuffed his own fingers in his mouth and licked it quickly before pulling it out and wiping it on his pants. How that made any difference was a wonder to both Nichkhun and Wooyoung, other than the fact that well, indirect kisses obviously go unnoticed, even in the middle of the night, under moonlight and stars that happened to be harmonizing a love ballad with the waves and the breeze.
“Wooyoung?” Nichkhun asked tentatively. Wooyoung’s eyes blinked rapidly in mid-thought (or the lack of it, since he had managed to dump most of his sanity out the window and into the ocean). He abruptly turned, and started walking away. “Wooyoung-ah!” Nichkhun called out. Setting the drinks on the wall, Nichkhun hurried to Wooyoung. He gently touched Wooyoung’s elbow and Wooyoung halted.
“Hyung?” Wooyoung murmured. The pupils in his eyes shifted left and right quickly, peering through Nichkhun in confusion and something more. Nichkhun couldn’t pinpoint it yet, but he somehow felt that very same sensation stirring a fire inside of him.
“Wooyoungie, I’m sorry I...” Nichkhun trailed off. Wooyoung closed his eyes shut for moment, unwilling to hear hurtful words, if that was what Nichkhun was about to say.
“Nichkhun,” Wooyoung’s eyes blinked open suddenly and he drew himself close, “Do you have to be sorry? Do we have to be friends?”
“If we’re not friends, then what are we...”
“Khunnie, do you want to taste something else?” Wooyoung invited in a low undertone. Slowly blinking fox-eyes, singing lust to him. Nichkhun suddenly understood what fire was stirring in his heart.
Nichkhun dragged Wooyoung, because he always did. But this time, their lips colliding in a hungry passionate kiss. Lip on lip, tongues melding together, quickening breaths amalgamated. A stumbling broken waltz, stirring sex-fire in their beating hearts, swimming in lust pools. Nichkhun giggled into Wooyoung’s lips when the younger sang out sexual desires through their long kisses. Their lips tasted even better than they had imagined, harping whimpers and moans because they couldn’t get enough of each other. And so they dragged each other back into the same room, kicking the door close, muffling moans, and tasted each other like lovers do.
Especially at midnight, when blossoms were hidden away with gasps and goodnight kisses.
♥
Rating: R (language and suggestive scenes/ideas)
Word count: 2,738
Author's note: Khunwoo-centric. Not as long or complicated like Wordplay or S&C, which is kinda weird for me. So hopefully it's not unsatisfying at the end? ;~; Didn't revise this well (when do I ever?) so let me know if there's any errors, etc. Anyways, enjoyyy<33
9.14.13
Midnight Blossoms
The sound of their footsteps across the tesselated pavement, melded in the air with the wafting sea breeze. Sunlight had tucked itself beyond the horizon hours ago, and the day sky adorned its night mask with glittering diamonds. Wooyoung wasn’t sure how he had been coaxed out of the cool comforts of his hotel room, but he found himself trailing Nichkhun’s breathtaking silhouette. He followed Nichkhun into the warm cricket chirps of the night and dangling strings of lights tinkled lackadaisically. Nichkhun paused in the middle of the walkway and glanced in Wooyoung’s direction with a serene smile tugging at his lips. It was barely visible but Wooyoung caught that smile like a fluttering butterfly and he couldn’t hide the blush forming on his cheeks.
His heart wasn’t being fair to him at all.
“Come on, Youngie,” Nichkhun said, his arm outstretched to invite Wooyoung to come closer. Wooyoung swallowed his palpitating heart back down his throat and inched in closer.
“Where are we going?” Wooyoung asked quietly. Shyness was screaming all over his skin and he desperately wanted to dash back to the hotel room and shove his shyness under a suffocating cocoon of blankets. But Nichkhun only shrugged good-naturedly, the smile on his lips brightening to a dazzling grin fit for happy baby angel.
“A midnight stroll with no destination,” Nichkhun said. He seemed rather fond of the idea of having an aimless walk in the middle of the night by the seashore... or perhaps, maybe Nichkhun was only fond of the idea because of the company he had. Wooyoung decided it definitely wasn’t the latter, because who in the world would ever enjoy Wooyoung as their company? His mind’s sanity had sprung out like a broken leak and now it was dripping all over his neck and spine in the form of sweat waterfalls.
He liked to blame it on the humidity.
Wooyoung’s eyes wandered past the knee-high wall to his left and down over the water-licked rocks that hugged the sealine’s waves. The tide was softer and calmer in the night’s cradle, and far into the horizon was where the sky kissed the ocean and melted that dividing line into love. Did Wooyoung just describe everything romantically?
The backs of their hands brushed once, twice, then thrice and at the fourth time, Wooyoung teetered away in a flushing red blush with a comical stumble that made Nichkhun laugh. A laugh so dulcet in the ears of Wooyoung that it made his chest tighten with glittery warmth. Wooyoung pouted embarrassingly, hiding his red cheeks with his burning hands. Every touch that he made on his own body seemed to sting with bashfulness and absolute embarrassment.
“Don’t laugh at me...” Wooyoung mumbled. He couldn’t gaze into Nichkhun’s enchanting eyes without burning up in crimson blotches painting his cheeks, and he hoped with all his heart that the night could conceal it with its curtains. But Nichkhun’s perceptive eyes caught the shy Wooyoung in his heart, unable to hide the grin decorating across his complexion. He was particularly bothered at the idea of having Wooyoung any further from him than a few inches, so he latched his fingers onto Wooyoung’s wrist and dragged him close again. Too close this time. Wooyoung lurched forward with another unprecedented stumble and landed in Nichkhun’s arms with a startled gasp.
Their eyes held each other, blinking slowly and longingly. Their cheeks complimented each other in matching pink blushes like two hugging roses, the radiating warmth of their bodies mingling together. The lub-dubs of their hearts quickened with every breath, and everything was still except for their heaving chests that touched at every rise, and separated at every fall. Rise and fall. Rise and fall.
Wooyoung swore he saw the flickering streetlamps in the background wink at him, singing at him, tonight’s the night, propose~!
Propose?! Shouldn’t confession come first? Wait, confessing? What do I confess?
“Um...” Nichkhun murmured in a low whisper. It instantly snapped Wooyoung out of the whirlwind of thoughts he was drowning himself in, and he was immediately knocked out of air when he met Nichkhun’s gaze again. Especially when Wooyoung’s eyes wandered over Nichkhun’s parted pink lips...
“Sorry!” Wooyoung spluttered quickly, and he pushed himself away from Nichkhun’s magnetic eyes and intoxicating embrace. He had almost drifted right into Nichkhun’s plush lips and that, Wooyoung had to convince himself, was an utterly absurd thing to do. Especially with a close friend. A very close friend who was like a beloved brother to him. A brother that made his heart drum against his chest. And uneven heartbeats that spoke of affection...?
Affection? What the hell?
The flickering streetlights completely blinked unevenly as if it had exasperatedly wailed at Wooyoung’s failure and then died out abruptly, with a sassy remark. You’re such a coward, Jang Wooyoung.
Wait, affection? The thing that lovers share with each other? Lovers? Lovers?! I don’t have a sexual relationship with Nichkhun! Do I want to have a sexual relationship with him? What am I asking?! No, oh my god, no. This is a horribly queer thing to think about. But do I want to be with him?
Nope.
“Wooyoungie,” Nichkhun murmured. He had leaned in with such a close proximity, Wooyoung almost yelped out from an incoming heart-attack.
“W-What?” Wooyoung stuttered.
“I asked if you wanted to buy something to eat--” Nichkhun pointed in a general direction behind him, “-- over there.”
“I uh...” Wooyoung’s words turned into liquid jelly and he wanted to curse at himself for losing all capability of speech. But even then, he couldn’t because his mind was oozing out with conflicting thoughts of locking doors and riding hips, and touches that made the other gasp-- what did Nichkhun sound like when he was gasping?
“Wooyoungie, are you alright? You’re... blushing...” Nichkhun said in a timid smile. That lit up Wooyoung’s cheeks on fire. Really hot fire. His heart sped up at lightning speed and he almost fell over on his back if Nichkhun hadn’t slipped his arm around Wooyoung’s waist.
“Y-Yes... I mean no-- wait, actually--”
“You’re okay?”
“No! I mean yes! But I--” Nichkhun’s warmth wasn't doing anything good to Wooyoung’s mind at all.
“But what, Wooyoung?” Nichkhun pressed with a gentle smile. His eyes were glittering god-gorgeous beneath the moonlight’s blush and he wrapped his arm closer and tighter around Wooyoung’s waist.
“U-Um...”
“Mmm?”
“Water, I want Nichkhun!” Wooyoung blurted. At that split second, his eyes widened at what he had said, especially when Nichkhun’s cheeks noticeably deepened in a rosy flush. Nichkhun’s eyes blinked slowly, shimmering something intense in the depths. But before Wooyoung could say another stupid thing, Nichkhun breathed a soft giggle and braided his fingers within Wooyoung’s hand.
Wooyoung was dragged again, away from the shoreline and across the street, because Nichkhun always did that to him.
* * *
“Nichkhun,” Wooyoung mumbled through the chips in his mouth. He slipped his fingers through his mouth, slicking it wet, and then licked the crumbs off clean. He didn’t know chips could taste so delectable at midnight, especially by the ocean, the waves caressing the rocks by the edge. Wooyoung hogged the whole bag to himself, but Nichkhun didn’t seem to mind as he was preoccupied with the bottles in his hands. The younger glanced at Nichkhun only because he always did, and not for any other reason. Or so he liked to believe. And he thought he saw the faintest pink-kissed cheeks on Nichkhun.
“Mmm,” Nichkhun hummed against the bouncing straw in the cup. He finally caught the tip of the straw, but not before making out with it, glistening tongue slathering the edges and luscious lips grazing the straw all over.
Wooyoung jaw-dropped. He licked his lips and bit them hard, to muffle an involuntary mixture of a sigh and moan. He knew the sight had everything erotic about it, and he couldn’t stop himself from inherently blushing so much. The frittering sensation jumped all across his skin and he wanted to die from it, leap over the wall, stumble across the rocks and plunge into the warm foamy waters.
Why was he going crazy?
Nichkhun sucked on the straw, with a pleasurable scrunch in the face, his eyes drooping to a close and eyelids glistening in the moonlight. His plump strawberry lips hugged the straw so deliciously, it made Wooyoung mouth-water so badly, so needily, desperately wondering how those lips tasted like.
They probably tasted like creamy honey and hearts. Sugary dancing stars, and fireworks, strawberries and apples and... sex.
“Wooyoung?” came an earnest sound from the said lips Wooyoung was dreaming about. The bag of chips nearly slipped out of his hands, and in a shaking frenzy and more goddamn blushes, he caught it, as another mocking breeze tousled through his hair.
“Ye-ah?” Wooyoung’s voice cracked conveniently and Nichkhun started to giggle again. It made Wooyoung want to scamper away out of embarrassment once more.
“Don’t you want to share?”
Wooyoung stopped himself from glancing at Nichkhun, because he didn’t know what he’d do-- zip away in a beeline, or moan something like a sex-crazed beast, or pounce on Nichkhun and ride him long and hard.
Was he going crazy?
Nope.
Wooyoung offered the bag in Nichkhun’s direction, but all Nichkhun could do was pout with his teasing puckering lips that screamed, kiss me! Kiss me hard! Nichkhun batted his butterfly-winged eyelashes at Wooyoung, and then looked over at his own hands, preoccupied with the two bottles of drinks that they had bought at the street vendor.
“Feed me, Wooyoung, won’t you?” Nichkhun pleaded irresistably. Whoever could resist moonlit puppy eyes and pouting plush lips deserves an accolade. Obviously Wooyoung was not one of them.
The waves hit the rocks in a soothing melody as the both of them stopped strolling. Romantic background music? Wooyoung had to internally slap himself across the cheeks. Stop over-analyzing everything, Wooyoung, there’s nothing gaymantic about-- I MEAN ROMANTIC, about this. Wooyoung exhaled a cute breath of air (Nichkhun thought so), in attempt to clear his mind from any lingering thoughts. As Wooyoung reached into the bag, he started to wonder whether all of this was a conspiracy because when it was the six of them, Nichkhun had some uncanny ability to manage four to six drinks and still hold a bag of chips.
No, Wooyoung’s brain was mushed in puddles of lust and hip bones, and obviously, just obviously, Nichkhun wasn’t capable of feeding himself, even with the two plastic cups that he was holding. Obviously.
Wooyoung’s lips parted into an “o” shape as he pulled out a chip wedged between his forefinger and thumb. The chip inched in close to Nichkhun’s moist wet lips, eagerly anticipating and his eyes completely fixated on it. But Wooyoung smirked, and edged it away, making Nichkhun follow the chip with his lips.
“Come on, I want it,” Nichkhun whined. Wooyoung shooked his head and brought the chip to his own lips. But to his surprise, Nichkhun followed it diligently, and now they were centimeters away, breaths away, a kiss away, with the chip as the only visible barrier. “I want it, Wooyoungie,” Nichkhun breathed. His eyes bright and entrancing, Wooyoung’s mind spiraled out of control and all the wires and springs ripped open and broke loose. His heart screamed in shrill delight and squirmed in pure shyness.
“O-Okay,” he whispered, unsure why his voice box ditched him to fend off the crazy duo of mind and heart alone. Wooyoung plopped the chip through Nichkhun’s lips. His fingers brush past the lips and it made Wooyoung grow undeniably warm and fuzzy inside, with jolting sparks coursing through his veins. So the pink lips of heaven belonging to the angel were soft like cotton candy and heaven and pillows, and not to mention, slightly wet. Kissably wet.
Wooyoung was at his breaking point, lip-bites bruising his own lips hard. Bells and moans rang out through his mind and he was deathly afraid that some of that incomprehensible gibberish would slip out of his mouth like dripping jewels. Maybe Nichkhun could swallow his unrestrained moans with a kiss...?! Wooyoung hated how his mind escalated into the most suggestive situations.
And before Wooyoung knew it, his fingers were fully inserted into Nichkhun’s mouth, the very same ones that he had licked earlier. Nichkhun’s velvety tongue ran warm wet lines over Wooyoung’s fingers, hot breaths gliding up in a fluttery sensation and Wooyoung thought he had plunged them in a portal of heaven. Rollicking heat tides washed through his insides and right back to the tips of his fingers in Nichkhun’s mouth, accompanied with buzzing electricity. In an instant, Wooyoung’s cheeks went down every shade of red and he gasped, retracting his fingers out of Nichkhun’s sucking lips.
Nichkhun frowned at the loss of those slender fingers. “Wooyoungie, it tasted so good...”
Wooyoung’s breath hitched because of the double-entendre in Nichkhun’s words. Nichkhun’s lips as a fuckhole and Wooyoung’s own fingers representing his pe--
Drips of saliva trickled down his hand from his overly coated fingers and his eyes widened. “Khunnie!” Wooyoung mumbled breathlessly. He didn’t know what to do, his brain couldn’t even function properly anymore. His body was burning up in rolling waves of heat, 100% crotch-centric.
Nichkhun blushed. “Oh u-um... there’s napkins in my backpocket.”
“Your backpocket?!” Wooyoung exclaimed. Clearly, this was a conspiracy. But Nichkhun nodded fervently, and turned a bit, giving Wooyoung access to the folded napkins tucked in the pocket. Which happened to be on Nichkhun’s pants. Located on the left butt-cheek. Wooyoung had to gulp down the flurry of sensations zipping up and down his mind and body. Racing heartbeats that thundered in the back of his mind.
He glanced at his glistening fingers coated in Nichkhun’s saliva, and then back at Nichkhun’s butt pocket-- back pocket-- he obviously meant, with a silent cough. Nichkhun gazed at Wooyoung innocently, wondering why it was so hard to get the napkins from his own pocket. Like as if the decision was that hard or something.
At an impulse, which left Nichkhun’s mouth hanging, Wooyoung stuffed his own fingers in his mouth and licked it quickly before pulling it out and wiping it on his pants. How that made any difference was a wonder to both Nichkhun and Wooyoung, other than the fact that well, indirect kisses obviously go unnoticed, even in the middle of the night, under moonlight and stars that happened to be harmonizing a love ballad with the waves and the breeze.
“Wooyoung?” Nichkhun asked tentatively. Wooyoung’s eyes blinked rapidly in mid-thought (or the lack of it, since he had managed to dump most of his sanity out the window and into the ocean). He abruptly turned, and started walking away. “Wooyoung-ah!” Nichkhun called out. Setting the drinks on the wall, Nichkhun hurried to Wooyoung. He gently touched Wooyoung’s elbow and Wooyoung halted.
“Hyung?” Wooyoung murmured. The pupils in his eyes shifted left and right quickly, peering through Nichkhun in confusion and something more. Nichkhun couldn’t pinpoint it yet, but he somehow felt that very same sensation stirring a fire inside of him.
“Wooyoungie, I’m sorry I...” Nichkhun trailed off. Wooyoung closed his eyes shut for moment, unwilling to hear hurtful words, if that was what Nichkhun was about to say.
“Nichkhun,” Wooyoung’s eyes blinked open suddenly and he drew himself close, “Do you have to be sorry? Do we have to be friends?”
“If we’re not friends, then what are we...”
“Khunnie, do you want to taste something else?” Wooyoung invited in a low undertone. Slowly blinking fox-eyes, singing lust to him. Nichkhun suddenly understood what fire was stirring in his heart.
Nichkhun dragged Wooyoung, because he always did. But this time, their lips colliding in a hungry passionate kiss. Lip on lip, tongues melding together, quickening breaths amalgamated. A stumbling broken waltz, stirring sex-fire in their beating hearts, swimming in lust pools. Nichkhun giggled into Wooyoung’s lips when the younger sang out sexual desires through their long kisses. Their lips tasted even better than they had imagined, harping whimpers and moans because they couldn’t get enough of each other. And so they dragged each other back into the same room, kicking the door close, muffling moans, and tasted each other like lovers do.
Especially at midnight, when blossoms were hidden away with gasps and goodnight kisses.
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