[When Hao teases his lower lip and leans away, Hyunsu does chase it. Greedily, in fact. But the blast of Street Fighter music startles him, too, and he finds himself back to reality, vaguely disoriented and only half aware of how his hand ended up under Hao's shirt.
He doesn't try to pull away, though. Hao's warmth is inviting, and his hand is still cupping the back of Hyunsu's neck, teasing the hairs at his nape. Hyunsu likes it. He swallows hard and considers being reasonable. Going back to the game. But that suddenly seems a lot less appealing than Hao's lips, which Hyunsu finds his gaze lingering on now. He's not sure he could concentrate at this point, and Hao would probably be insufferable about Hyunsu finding him distracting.
He might be insufferable about the making out, too, but at least his mouth would be occupied, right? This makes the most sense.]
Yeah. [He brushes his nose against Hao's as he reaches for his hand.] Let's go.
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Date: 2024-12-28 08:40 pm (UTC)He doesn't try to pull away, though. Hao's warmth is inviting, and his hand is still cupping the back of Hyunsu's neck, teasing the hairs at his nape. Hyunsu likes it. He swallows hard and considers being reasonable. Going back to the game. But that suddenly seems a lot less appealing than Hao's lips, which Hyunsu finds his gaze lingering on now. He's not sure he could concentrate at this point, and Hao would probably be insufferable about Hyunsu finding him distracting.
He might be insufferable about the making out, too, but at least his mouth would be occupied, right? This makes the most sense.]
Yeah. [He brushes his nose against Hao's as he reaches for his hand.] Let's go.