[Hyunsu has sort of braced himself for Hao to be deeply annoying about his first win...but that doesn't happen. While Hao appears to be absolutely glowing with pride, no real gloating actually happens.
He just grins up at Hyunsu exuding a joyful sort of energy that, again, Hyunsu hasn't really experienced in a long time. He even offers a sort of concession that Hyunsu is forced to disagree with.]
I did, though. [He definitely sucked, especially in the first part of the match.] It's been awhile.
[It seems silly not to acknowledge it now that it's obvious that he's out of practice. And anyway, Hyunsu is finding himself a little distracted as he lets his gaze linger of Hao's mouth, hazy memories of their encounter during the resurrection party playing in his mind.]
( hao's been ready to collect his prize since before he even asked hyunsu on this date — kissing in an arcade is romantic, like he said. making out in an arcade is possibly even more romantic, fingers scrabbling against the controls until he can wrap his fingers around a joystick, like that might steady him. fucking in an arcade is possibly the most romantic thing hao can think of, bent over a pinball machine, cheek smushed against the glass, flashes of the colored lights within blurring in his field of vision —
yeah, he's definitely thought about this before.
his smile is coy and demure and everything hao thinks might be enticing to hyunsu, head giving a little tilt. ) I've been ready.
( understatement of the century, but god forbid hao seems too eager. )
[Hao doesn't really have to try that hard to be enticing at this point, he's already managed to charm Hyunsu with his exuberance and Hyunsu is suddenly very aware that this will be the first normal kiss they share. The monster is dormant. There's no mind altering drinks involved. They're just two boys in an arcade.
The human part of Hyunsu is a little more shy and awkward about these things, more aware of his general lack of experience, but he tries not to let it show. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he doesn't want Hao to be disappointed.
He cups Hao's cheek in one hand, his gaze roaming his face for a moment before leaning in to press their lips together.]
( 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?
[Hyunsu has no objection to Hao sneaking in an extra kiss and, in fact, probably would have been willing to keep going himself, but Hao is the one that breaks the kiss. Hyunsu finds that he feels vaguely disappointed when it ends, and his eyes linger a little on Hao's lips before Hao distracts him by speaking.
Hyunsu huffs softly at the challenge. Exasperation mixed with something like fondness.]
It wasn't about luck. I'm just rusty. Round 2.
[He at least has warmed up at Street Fighter. He'd be back to square one with a different game.]
( hao definitely catches the way that hyunsu looks at him when he pulls back, just the teeeeeniest little smidge of kicked puppy — needy kicked puppy, actually, and it sends a wave of tingly warmth through him. it's one thing to want someone and get them to cave, but — getting them to genuinely want you back, leaving them wanting more? indescribable.
he huffs out a laugh. ) Yeah, okay. ( and he reaches a hand up to cup hyunsu's jaw before placing a silly little kiss against his cheek because ugh, he's fucking cute. ) Sure. We can do round two.
( and it feels physically painful to turn away from him so he can face the screen again, clearing his throat, rolling his neck, wiggling his fingers to get back into the zone before he presses the 2P button again. )
[He huffs a soft laugh himself at Hao's reaction. He can't say he completely understands where Hao's affection is coming from, but it seems genuine and as a result he can't help but be charmed by it.
He turns back to the screen and chooses Ryu again, then waits for Hao to make his choice so they can start. This time when they play more of Hyunsu's muscle memory returns and he's able to keep up better. It's possible that his monster reflexes help a little, too, once he has a feel for the character and the controls and Hao's play style, though he's not using them consciously. He knows Hao likes to attack and is just trying to focus on blocking and countering effectively.
It's a close match, though, and goes down to the wire but eventually Hyunsu manages to knock out Hao's Chun-Li while his Ryu has like 5 HP left.]
( hao definitely has to, like, try this time around. not that he didn't during their first round, but it required a hell of a lot less effort to ease into the game, remember the controls. now, he's laser-focused, tongue peeking past his lips, fingers agile as they rapidly mash his jump and attack buttons to try getting in as many combos as he can.
there's a delayed reaction when hao realizes that his hp bar's at zero, finally turning his head to look incredulously at hyunsu, huffing out a laugh. )
I threw, ( hao lies, and before hyunsu even has the chance to respond, he's reaching up to slide his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, rising up onto his tippy toes so that hao can kiss him this time. with his seemingly boundless enthusiasm, would it really be that surprising if hao lost on purpose? )
[He starts to argue but before he can even get a word out Hao is kissing him and it's...well, it's suitably distracting. Which isn't to say Hyunsu isn't kind of irritated, because he is, but the thing is at this point his irritation with Hao is almost always mingled with attraction and arousal. He's realizing he likes Hao's attention and the fact that Hao seems to want him so bad. Even if he doesn't fully understand it or trust it, it's exciting and it makes it easy for him to meet Hao's hungry, enthusiastic energy with his own frustrated kind of yearning.
He doesn't try to take control of the kiss from Hao, he's more than willing to let him lead, but he does push him back against the arcade machine as he kisses him. He also lets his hands start to wonder a little, almost with out realizing it, trying to push Hao's hoodie up a little so he can touch him.]
( hao could get used to this — having hyunsu's pressing him back against the arcade cabinet, lips sliding again each other's, his hand slipping beneath the hem of his hoodie, his fingertips molten hot against hao's skin. he can't help it — the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as they kiss, practically basking in the warmth that pulses through him, so stupid obsessed with every move hyunsu makes, somehow still amazed by the fact that despite all odds, despite the fact that he shouldn't, hyunsu wants him.
he's happy to let this kiss linger, deepen, fingers dragging up through hyunsu's hair at the nape of his neck, tongue tracing teasingly over his lower lip, wanting to make him chase it. so, he leans his weight back against the screen, free hand reaching behind him for something to hold onto to steady himself.
instead — hao's fingers wrap around the joystick, which feels silly, so his palm ends up against the buttons, inadvertently pressing a bunch of them at once while they kiss which maybe scares the shit out of him when an accidental game of street fighter starts, music blaring, and he jolts a little, giggling against hyunsu's lips in spite of himself. )
Oops, ( he laughs between silly little pecks of his lips. ) You wanna go make out on the couches over there? I'll hand feed you flamin' hot Cheetos in between.
[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: 2024-12-11 07:15 am (UTC)He just grins up at Hyunsu exuding a joyful sort of energy that, again, Hyunsu hasn't really experienced in a long time. He even offers a sort of concession that Hyunsu is forced to disagree with.]
I did, though. [He definitely sucked, especially in the first part of the match.] It's been awhile.
[It seems silly not to acknowledge it now that it's obvious that he's out of practice. And anyway, Hyunsu is finding himself a little distracted as he lets his gaze linger of Hao's mouth, hazy memories of their encounter during the resurrection party playing in his mind.]
Are you ready to collect?
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Date: 2024-12-14 01:27 pm (UTC)yeah, he's definitely thought about this before.
his smile is coy and demure and everything hao thinks might be enticing to hyunsu, head giving a little tilt. ) I've been ready.
( understatement of the century, but god forbid hao seems too eager. )
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Date: 2024-12-14 03:10 pm (UTC)The human part of Hyunsu is a little more shy and awkward about these things, more aware of his general lack of experience, but he tries not to let it show. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he doesn't want Hao to be disappointed.
He cups Hao's cheek in one hand, his gaze roaming his face for a moment before leaning in to press their lips together.]
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Date: 2024-12-15 01:16 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-16 02:46 am (UTC)Hyunsu huffs softly at the challenge. Exasperation mixed with something like fondness.]
It wasn't about luck. I'm just rusty. Round 2.
[He at least has warmed up at Street Fighter. He'd be back to square one with a different game.]
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Date: 2024-12-16 02:08 pm (UTC)he huffs out a laugh. ) Yeah, okay. ( and he reaches a hand up to cup hyunsu's jaw before placing a silly little kiss against his cheek because ugh, he's fucking cute. ) Sure. We can do round two.
( and it feels physically painful to turn away from him so he can face the screen again, clearing his throat, rolling his neck, wiggling his fingers to get back into the zone before he presses the 2P button again. )
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Date: 2024-12-16 03:55 pm (UTC)He turns back to the screen and chooses Ryu again, then waits for Hao to make his choice so they can start. This time when they play more of Hyunsu's muscle memory returns and he's able to keep up better. It's possible that his monster reflexes help a little, too, once he has a feel for the character and the controls and Hao's play style, though he's not using them consciously. He knows Hao likes to attack and is just trying to focus on blocking and countering effectively.
It's a close match, though, and goes down to the wire but eventually Hyunsu manages to knock out Hao's Chun-Li while his Ryu has like 5 HP left.]
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Date: 2024-12-18 03:35 am (UTC)there's a delayed reaction when hao realizes that his hp bar's at zero, finally turning his head to look incredulously at hyunsu, huffing out a laugh. )
I threw, ( hao lies, and before hyunsu even has the chance to respond, he's reaching up to slide his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, rising up onto his tippy toes so that hao can kiss him this time. with his seemingly boundless enthusiasm, would it really be that surprising if hao lost on purpose? )
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Date: 2024-12-18 08:58 pm (UTC)[He starts to argue but before he can even get a word out Hao is kissing him and it's...well, it's suitably distracting. Which isn't to say Hyunsu isn't kind of irritated, because he is, but the thing is at this point his irritation with Hao is almost always mingled with attraction and arousal. He's realizing he likes Hao's attention and the fact that Hao seems to want him so bad. Even if he doesn't fully understand it or trust it, it's exciting and it makes it easy for him to meet Hao's hungry, enthusiastic energy with his own frustrated kind of yearning.
He doesn't try to take control of the kiss from Hao, he's more than willing to let him lead, but he does push him back against the arcade machine as he kisses him. He also lets his hands start to wonder a little, almost with out realizing it, trying to push Hao's hoodie up a little so he can touch him.]
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Date: 2024-12-28 04:22 am (UTC)he's happy to let this kiss linger, deepen, fingers dragging up through hyunsu's hair at the nape of his neck, tongue tracing teasingly over his lower lip, wanting to make him chase it. so, he leans his weight back against the screen, free hand reaching behind him for something to hold onto to steady himself.
instead — hao's fingers wrap around the joystick, which feels silly, so his palm ends up against the buttons, inadvertently pressing a bunch of them at once while they kiss which maybe scares the shit out of him when an accidental game of street fighter starts, music blaring, and he jolts a little, giggling against hyunsu's lips in spite of himself. )
Oops, ( he laughs between silly little pecks of his lips. ) You wanna go make out on the couches over there? I'll hand feed you flamin' hot Cheetos in between.
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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.