( when hyunsu winds around him, pulls him close, hao is, once again, very grateful that some imaginary son of god was born a bajillion years ago. he can't help but smile into the kiss, head canting, a kittenish lick to his lower lip to deepen it even more, wanting to taste him.
it seems silly that he was ever nervous at all (if he was nervous — hypothetically), because once he's with hyunsu, needily backing him against a wall and pawing at the bare skin of his chest, his broad shoulder — hao remembers how easy this is with hyunsu. maybe it shouldn't be, considering how they met, considering what they both are, but if hao just metaphorically closes his eyes, they can just be two regular ass dudes who met at, like, esports club on campus or some shit. they'd make out on the couch in some basement at a party and taste like cheap beer and hao could say something filthy and get hyunsu all blushy and flustered until it's too much and they have to go back to hao's dorm room.
— a sex club in the basement of a bougie ass english estate is probably just fine, too.
the flat of his palm grazes over hyunsu's ribs, and he decides immediately that even though this shirt is hot as fuck, he needs less of it, because he definitely needs to ogle the fuck out of hyunsu some more. so, he undoes the buttons with ease (snaps!! what a concept!) to let it hang open, breaking for air if only to tilt his head down to gaze at his abs, fingers tracing appreciatively over each divot. grinning, he looks back up, bumps his nose against hyunsu's before murmuring: ) C'mon, let's go claim one of the rooms in the back — I need you naked and nobody else deserves to see you 'cause you're mine.
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it seems silly that he was ever nervous at all (if he was nervous — hypothetically), because once he's with hyunsu, needily backing him against a wall and pawing at the bare skin of his chest, his broad shoulder — hao remembers how easy this is with hyunsu. maybe it shouldn't be, considering how they met, considering what they both are, but if hao just metaphorically closes his eyes, they can just be two regular ass dudes who met at, like, esports club on campus or some shit. they'd make out on the couch in some basement at a party and taste like cheap beer and hao could say something filthy and get hyunsu all blushy and flustered until it's too much and they have to go back to hao's dorm room.
— a sex club in the basement of a bougie ass english estate is probably just fine, too.
the flat of his palm grazes over hyunsu's ribs, and he decides immediately that even though this shirt is hot as fuck, he needs less of it, because he definitely needs to ogle the fuck out of hyunsu some more. so, he undoes the buttons with ease (snaps!! what a concept!) to let it hang open, breaking for air if only to tilt his head down to gaze at his abs, fingers tracing appreciatively over each divot. grinning, he looks back up, bumps his nose against hyunsu's before murmuring: ) C'mon, let's go claim one of the rooms in the back — I need you naked and nobody else deserves to see you 'cause you're mine.