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He doesn't turn on the lights as he slips into the bedroom on light feet. He can see just enough to make his way to the bed, looking down at the sleeping man. He feels his breath shiver slightly. He hesitates for a moment before very carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, trying not to make the mattress dip noticeably.
Han Chen shifts a little on the bed but doesn't open his eyes. His breaths stay calm, and regular. He watches him quietly. Until suddenly—
"You're not a very good stalker," Han Chen mumbles, not opening his eyes.
He takes a startled breath before sighing softly. He hadn't meant to wake Han Chen up, but sneaking up on Han Chen even when he's asleep is exceedingly difficult.
"No. I'm very good. You're just annoyingly observant," he whispers back.
Han Chen cracks his eyes open, a small smile turning the corners of his lips up. Han Chen reaches out, his fingers wrapping around his wrist unerringly even in the dark. Han Chen hums softly in agreement.
"I did catch you pretty easily," Han Chen says, his quiet, sleepy voice sounding satisfied.
"Maybe I wanted to be caught," he says, moving his hand. Their hands slide together, palm to palm. Han Chen's fingers wrap around his hand, and with startling force, Han Chen tugs him down.
Han Chen makes a soft, breathless noise as he falls against him. He pushes himself up a little, but really not all that far. He doesn't want to leave now that he's here. Han Chen's fingers brush against his cheek.
"No makeup," Han Chen whispers softly.
"Not here," he whispers back, something soft and fragile fluttering in his heart.
"Good," Han Chen whispers, his arm winding around his shoulders as he pulls him down into a kiss.