[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 β 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 β 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 β 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 β 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 β 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: 2024-12-16 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 β 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.