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Sieun’s pretty serious about his stationery and especially protective of his pens. Suho knows this.
He’s studying at his desk as Suho pokes around his room. And suddenly the pen he’s using is snatched right out of his hands.
His brain registers the barely contained giggles from behind him.
“Seriously?” he sighs.
Then his body springs into action, lunging at Suho’s general direction. He collides with air as Suho easily dodges. The taller uses the chair as a shield when Sieun attacks again. Suho gets away again, and Sieun takes a moment to summon a burst of energy. He outruns him this time, tackling Suho to the floor and spilling onto his lap. Sieun snatches the pen back from his offender’s grip.
He stays there a while, catching his breath. Wholly unaware of the psychological damage he’s inflicting on Suho as he sits on Suho’s lap.
It takes a lot of self control to not just get up and kiss him. Instead, Suho calls his name.
“Sieun?”
Sieun had closed his eyes at some point. He opens them now and looks down to see Suho breathing hard beneath him. He tries to scramble off his lap, but Suho’s hands find his waist, keeping him there.
Wide, panicked eyes meet Suho’s calm ones, dark with something Sieun doesn’t yet want to admit.
Somehow, their faces have inched closer to each other, with Suho sitting up now. When they’re close enough that Sieun feels the other’s breath on his cheek, Suho asks, “Is this okay?”
Sieun doesn’t tell him his answer, only closes the distance.
The kiss is hesitant at first. Slow, testing the waters. Then Sieun whimpers, and Suho loses it . He surges closer—as if that was possible—and his hands go haywire, touching every bit of Sieun he can. Sieun’s back, Sieun’s chest, Sieun’s deadly, sinful thighs.
Sieun, Sieun, Sieun.
Sieun breaks the kiss, panting, looking up. Suho takes that as an invite to kiss his neck instead.
“Suho-yah.” The boy in question immediately stills. “What are we doing?”
A beat before the answer. “What I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” And another beat. “Don’t you want it, too?”
“God, yes,” Sieun whispers then crashes their lips together again.
Sieun may be serious about his studies and stationery, but he’s never been good at wanting things for himself. Those late nights and early mornings were always done in a daze, his eyes unseeing and his body moving on its own accord. Just going through the motions.
So, for the first time in his new life with Suho, he chooses for himself.
He kisses him harder.