( there's a moment of relative stillness when hyunsu's hand reaches to cup hao's cheek — a moment where hao feels a little vulnerable beneath his gaze despite the blinking lights and the bright blacklit neon everywhere. hyunsu leans in and —
it immediately feels different this time, hyunsu's lips soft as they press against hao's. it's a curious, sweet kind of kiss, a whole god damn world away from the darkness of the otherworld, hard, feverish, frantic things, teeth splitting his lip, the hand around his throat leaving finger-shaped bruises that actually managed to linger for a few hours after before finally fading away. you're not going to break me, hao half wants to remind him. the other half, though, finds the dichotomy of it all oh so addictive, wondering what it would be like to have those strong hands rendered shy and curious as they explore hao's skin.
he realizes he's smiling when he cants his head to sneak an extra little kiss, the sort of giddy feeling that only a first kiss can bring bubbling up in his chest. there were no rules and stipulations in their bet about what their prize should or shouldn't entail, and the greedy part of hao wants to lick into his mouth, slip his fingers under that stupidly hot t-shirt he's wearing, but —
his competitive nature wins out, cheeks warm beneath hyunsu's palm as he tips his head back, his turn to survey hyunsu's face. ) Round 2, or do you think you'll have better luck at a different game?
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it immediately feels different this time, hyunsu's lips soft as they press against hao's. it's a curious, sweet kind of kiss, a whole god damn world away from the darkness of the otherworld, hard, feverish, frantic things, teeth splitting his lip, the hand around his throat leaving finger-shaped bruises that actually managed to linger for a few hours after before finally fading away. you're not going to break me, hao half wants to remind him. the other half, though, finds the dichotomy of it all oh so addictive, wondering what it would be like to have those strong hands rendered shy and curious as they explore hao's skin.
he realizes he's smiling when he cants his head to sneak an extra little kiss, the sort of giddy feeling that only a first kiss can bring bubbling up in his chest. there were no rules and stipulations in their bet about what their prize should or shouldn't entail, and the greedy part of hao wants to lick into his mouth, slip his fingers under that stupidly hot t-shirt he's wearing, but —
his competitive nature wins out, cheeks warm beneath hyunsu's palm as he tips his head back, his turn to survey hyunsu's face. ) Round 2, or do you think you'll have better luck at a different game?