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the couple swayed back and forth, gentle breeze and pink-ish sky kissing their skin. the song of a cricket woke yeonjun up, lazy eyes drifting to the man in his arms. he shifted, gently tracing the indentations on his skin from the hammock ropes. pressing feather-light kisses onto his forehead. his face mimicked the clouds, and his heart was filled with roses.
he felt a small sensation on his chest, blush spreading throughout his body. it was quick, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, but the heat was residual. he knew the fading sun had nothing to do with this.
he took a breath, his lover’s name on the tip of his tongue.
“you’re warm,” taehyun mumbled into his chest, quick-witted even when half-asleep. “‘n sweaty…”
he snorted. a butterfly fluttered away. soft lips met his sternum once more.
“tickles, darling,” he whispered, hand reaching up to comb through his dark hair, his own sunkissed hair getting in his eyes. a heartbeat, and then, “did i wake you?”
“mm-mn.” he adjusted, and taehyun stared up at him, drowsy but content smile on his face. “s’ok. you smell nice.”
“thought i smelled sweaty,” he teased, kissing the tip of his nose.
“you do. it’s nice.”
at that, yeonjun simply smiled and traced the lines on his bicep, fuchsia-faced. he felt a gentle tap on his chest, and met his lover’s eyes. there was a rosy glow surrounding his vision, clouding his senses and filling his head with nothing but him . he tapped taehyun’s sternum back, giggling when he tapped him again. taehyun’s arms wrapped around his midsection, and pulled him just that much closer for a kiss. and another. and another, and then their lips were red and the sky was lavender and all yeonjun saw was pink pink pink .
“why-“ his voice cracked, he cleared his throat- “why’d you stop, darlin’?” he rasped out.
“needed to breathe, hyung,” he responded, letting out a breathless laugh. “your lips are warm…” he trailed off, thumb brushing over his lower lip. yeonjun closed his eyes and let taehyun do what he wanted, let his curious hands travel along well-worn paths, leaving little sparks of fire all along his upper-body. his hands eventually rested on his hips, fiddling with the waistband of his basketball shorts.
yeonjun felt like his skin was molten lava, pulsing heat flooding his senses. he trailed a hand down to his exposed pec, laughing softly when taehyun flexed it and grinned up at him. he gave taehyun another kiss on his cheek, and then on his lips, and it was like an addiction. he simply couldn’t ever get enough, loving how naturally they fit together. breathing out adoration in between kissing his lips and sucking his tongue. breathing in passion and affection, swallowing every little noise he made. every inch of him was beautiful, nothing could compare to the deep-rooted affection he felt when he pulled away giggly and breathless, or when he saw the light in his eyes rivaling the fireflies around him.
“you’re so fuckin’ precious to me darlin’,” he mumbled against taehyun’s lips, before pulling away and detangling his hand from his hair. when did that get there?
taehyun let out a shy little laugh, eyes crinkled and teeth showing. he trailed his fingertips across his bare shoulder blades, drawing little circles and hearts as crickets chirped on. he turned them over so he was laying on top and buried his face into his shoulder, pressing gentle kisses there. “your skin is soft. love it.” he paused. “love you . won’t leave your side. ever.”
and right then, with the fireflies blinking slow and soft around them, the cerise sun simmering down, yeonjun knew he was the luckiest man in the world.