Yeonjun was trembling, his hands now on Soobin's waist, and Soobin wouldn't know how to stop even if he tried. Not when Yeonjun sounded this good, not when he tasted sweet, his tongue laving over a sensitive spot and Yeonjun quivered, a shaky sigh escaping his lips, until it broke and became desperate.

It was overwhelming, the way Yeonjun felt against him, their bodies intertwining but not close enough, the sound of his own heartbeat loud to his own ears. Soobin had his eyes closed, couldn't feel anything but Yeonjun, his body, his warmth, the slow caresses on Soobin's waist like an encouragement to keep going. It seemed like Yeonjun didn't even realize he was doing it, as if the drive to touch Soobin was simply ingrained inside of him.

Soobin couldn't remember how they got into this position, him pinning Yeonjun against the bed frame, Yeonjun's head splayed on the sheet. Soobin pulled back, just a little, to look at Yeonjun, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Yeonjun looked completely out of it. He was dazed, looking right at him with half-lidded eyes, the same pretty red dusting on his cheeks.

Yeonjun was pretty. Soobin had always known that, but right now, here, underneath Soobin with a glazed look in his eyes, he thought he looked majestic. As though he didn't deserve to look at him.

"Hyung," Soobin said but he didn't have anything to say. He just wanted to call him, fondness bubbling inside of him that he felt like crying. A tender kiss on his cheek, right on his blush, and he could feel Yeonjun's eyelids fluttering open, slow, as if he was waking up.

"Mhmhm, yes?"

He wanted to say a lot of things. He wanted to say, I like seeing you like this. He wanted to say, You sound good when you're breathless. Most of all, he wanted to say, I think I may like you a little bit.

But he was too much of a coward, always, so he swallowed his feelings up, bottling them in his chest, and continued kissing Yeonjun - his jaw, his brow bone, and lastly the red on his cheeks, the place he wanted most.

He didn't remember much after that, but he woke up on the floor a few hours later, cuddling against a sleeping Yeonjun. He listened to his slow breathing before going back to sleep, his head hammering loudly, a name and a pretty blush etched on his mind.