The Sixth of Five Senses; HoSu; Romance; PG-16; One-shot (for junjae)
Title: The Sixth of Five Senses
Author: Hanabi Reeza [aoireeza]
Rating: PG-16
Genre: Romance
Pairing: HoSu
Word Count: 356 words
Disclaimers: These delicious boys are not mine. Boo.
Summary: YunHo is a warrior who has so willingly taken off his armor to die. (for junjae who gave me the prompt And I'd kiss your honey lips/ Oh I'd touch your sunlit hair/ But these are the weapons that'd destroy me)
** crossposted at hug______ and hosu_yongwonhi
The Sixth of Five Senses
And I'd kiss your honey lips
Oh I'd touch your sunlit hair
But these are the weapons that'd destroy me
He rushes into a battle only to lead himself into defeat - his skin is warm and slick on JunSu’s own, beginner hands crawling on every inch of JunSu that is exposed. His eyes are fixed on JunSu’s, and he doesn’t tear his gaze from him even when JunSu suddenly captures his lips in a kiss. He tries to speak, but JunSu swallows his words whole - only a choked Why? and an equally choked Why not? as a reply escape lips firmly pressed against each other. He hears tones of varying levels and vocal ranges - his voice goes a little too high for his amusement when JunSu sucks on his jaw line, planting kisses down the length of his neck and eventually on his collarbone. And then JunSu goes back to kissing him, and everything tastes so much different from earlier - there is salt and spice and something sweet at the edge of his tongue; a tingling sensation runs down his spine.
He takes a step back when JunSu pulls away (and so does he) and it doesn’t take too long before the battle resumes. This time, he’s in charge - but not for too long. JunSu has him pinned on the wall and his heart beating triple-time, even more when they meet halfway for another kiss. They are all kissing and playful touches turned sinful deeds until they reach the bed, and he is breathing heavily when he finds JunSu hovering above him. He holds his breath, takes in some air and holds his breath for another time before he could fully breathe the air he has just taken in. Then JunSu smiles.
The end of the war looks a lot like misplaced bed sheets and a comforter for one person enveloping two people, with one pillow tucked under the heads of two men and the other at the far end of the bed, a witness to the night’s secrets. (What the pillow could never speak of, of course, are the intertwined fingers underneath the comforter and the heavy breathing of two men on each other’s skin - to which they, too, are fully unaware of. Or not.)
Author: Hanabi Reeza [aoireeza]
Rating: PG-16
Genre: Romance
Pairing: HoSu
Word Count: 356 words
Disclaimers: These delicious boys are not mine. Boo.
Summary: YunHo is a warrior who has so willingly taken off his armor to die. (for junjae who gave me the prompt And I'd kiss your honey lips/ Oh I'd touch your sunlit hair/ But these are the weapons that'd destroy me)
** crossposted at hug______ and hosu_yongwonhi
The Sixth of Five Senses
And I'd kiss your honey lips
Oh I'd touch your sunlit hair
But these are the weapons that'd destroy me
He rushes into a battle only to lead himself into defeat - his skin is warm and slick on JunSu’s own, beginner hands crawling on every inch of JunSu that is exposed. His eyes are fixed on JunSu’s, and he doesn’t tear his gaze from him even when JunSu suddenly captures his lips in a kiss. He tries to speak, but JunSu swallows his words whole - only a choked Why? and an equally choked Why not? as a reply escape lips firmly pressed against each other. He hears tones of varying levels and vocal ranges - his voice goes a little too high for his amusement when JunSu sucks on his jaw line, planting kisses down the length of his neck and eventually on his collarbone. And then JunSu goes back to kissing him, and everything tastes so much different from earlier - there is salt and spice and something sweet at the edge of his tongue; a tingling sensation runs down his spine.
He takes a step back when JunSu pulls away (and so does he) and it doesn’t take too long before the battle resumes. This time, he’s in charge - but not for too long. JunSu has him pinned on the wall and his heart beating triple-time, even more when they meet halfway for another kiss. They are all kissing and playful touches turned sinful deeds until they reach the bed, and he is breathing heavily when he finds JunSu hovering above him. He holds his breath, takes in some air and holds his breath for another time before he could fully breathe the air he has just taken in. Then JunSu smiles.
The end of the war looks a lot like misplaced bed sheets and a comforter for one person enveloping two people, with one pillow tucked under the heads of two men and the other at the far end of the bed, a witness to the night’s secrets. (What the pillow could never speak of, of course, are the intertwined fingers underneath the comforter and the heavy breathing of two men on each other’s skin - to which they, too, are fully unaware of. Or not.)