Sleeping Beauty

                                    

                                          
Resting his cheek in his palm, Singto quietly stared at the younger man.
                          
A small smile found its way to his lips as he snapped a photo of himself with the sleeping turtle. He had fallen asleep on the wooden floor of their practice room during their break.
                          
Krist really is beautiful, he mused to himself. Watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, Singto carefully brushed aside the ebony hair that fell over his eyes. With a mind of their own, his fingertips trailed across his brow, his eyes admiring the way his feathery lashes contrasted with the iridescence of his porcelain skin.
                          
He traced down the curve of his cheekbone, lifting his finger ever so slightly to touch the tip of his nose.
                          
His breath hitched when his eyes landed on the other man's parted lips, looking irresistibly soft and pink.
                          
Licking his lips as he recalled the kisses they shared, Singto couldn't stop his thumb from pressing against Krist's bottom lip.
                          
Flitting his eyes upwards to check if his action stirred the fairer man, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in relief when he found that his nong was still fast asleep.
                          
Heh, what a sound sleeper.
                          
Feeling emboldened to continue his ministrations, he steadily ran the pad of his thumb across the rosy, pouting lips, unintentionally parting them further.
                          
Eyes narrowing, Singto had to resist the increasing urge to claim the other male's lips right then and there. These lips that taste like pink milk, that tease him mercilessly, need to be taught a lesson.
                          
He leaned in closer until the tip of his nose just barely brushed against Krist's, when he heard his manager call for him.
                          
Ah... saved by the bell I suppose. Whether it was Krist or him who was saved, he wasn't sure.
                          
Singto sighed at this missed opportunity, but maybe it was better that he was being summoned. As if he was the one waking from a dream, he realized he really needed to put a lid on these confusing feelings he was harboring for Krist. He should really work harder to be a better phi to him, and keep his extra affections to himself.
                          
As an apology to the sleeping beauty, Singto gently stroked his hair to fix it away from his face and laid his jacket across his chest to cover his shoulders. 
                          
"Rest well Kit. I'll be back soon," he whispered.
                          
Singto pushed himself up from where he laid and with one last lingering look at Krist, went on his way to go find his manager.
                          
What he didn't know, was that the younger male had been awake for all of the elder's touches. 
                          
Flustered, Krist pulled the jacket up to cover his surely vermilion face and ears. 
                          
P'Sing...were you trying to kiss me?


                          
A/N:
                          
Ahh! Almost there! I still have some many ideas to write but I wanted to build up their tension first... 🙄 Even though I think they should just kiss and get married. But okay, we can do this slowly. 
                          
Three day weekend so hopefully you can see another update soon, thank you all again!