Seungcheol and Jeonghan laughed loudly as they walked out of the sea together and stood by the table set-up.

"You literally threw me off as if you wanted me to die." Seungcheol whined, all drenched in water.

Jeonghan wasn't any better as his clothes were sticking to his frame, "If that was my intention then you wouldn't have been walking with me."

"You ain't fooling anyone." Seungcheol's shirt clung onto his muscules, "You were laughing the entire time I was drowning there."

Jeonghan reached up to kiss the older's cheeks, "Stop whining, you big ass baby."

"Bab- what?" Seungcheol acted to be shocked, "Is that how you're going to treat your boyfriend?"

Jeonghan chuckled at the address, feeling extremely content that they were together now.

I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya
But every touch is ooh, la-la-la
It's true, la-la-la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

"It feels surreal." Jeonghan made the older wrap his arms around his waist while he placed his hands on his chest.

Seungcheol pulled him closer, "You know what's more surreal?"

"What is it?" Jeonghan asked.

"Me being able to hold you like this without having to hide my feelings." Seungcheol leaned in, "I never thought I'll be having these moments in my life."

"Me neither." Jeonghan turned around while remaining within the older's embrace, his back pressing against Seungcheol's chest, "The sky looks beautiful."

"It really is." Seungcheol rested his chin on the younger's shoulder, "But right now, I think I prefer the view in front of me."

Jeonghan shut his eyes, feeling the older's hot breath against his neck and drenched clothes, "I'm glad."

Seungcheol nuzzled his face into Jeonghan's neck, his lips brushing against the skin softly. He took a deep breath, inhaling Jeonghan's scent, a mixture of ocean salt and a hint of some floral notes.

He sighed in contentment, his arms tightening their grip around Jeonghan's waist.

"Me too, darling," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and contentment. "I'm really, really glad."

Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, letting the older leap into the ecstacy of the moment, "From the day I laid my eyes on you, I just kept falling, more and more."

Seungcheol's lips grazed over the younger's skin, "And I never once tried to catch you. I let you fall, didn't I?"

Jeonghan grinned, "You did."

Seungcheol chuckled, his lips tracing a path along Jeonghan's neck, up to the sensitive spot behind his ear.

He couldn't resist the temptation to press a firmer kiss there, his tongue gently flicking over the lobe.

He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against Jeonghan's ear as he whispered, "Guilty as charged."

"Make up for it, then." Jeonghan muttered back.

"I'll make up for it." Seungcheol breathed out, "In every single way possible."

Seungcheol slowly pushed away some stuff kept on the table. He turned Jeonghan around and lifted him slightly to settle him on the wooden furniture.

"You better do." Jeonghan pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around the older's waist.

"I promise." Seungcheol leaned into the younger's neck. He shifted his shirt just slightly through his lips while pressing kisses on his exposed shoulders and collarbones.

Ooh, when your lips undress me
Hooked on your tongue
Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly
Don't stop

Jeonghan clutched the older's shoulders, "You're so intoxicating."

Seungcheol smiled against Jeonghan's skin. He continued his path of kisses, sucking lightly as he moved to Jeonghan's collarbone, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake.

He lifted his head, meeting Jeonghan's eyes, his own gaze darkened with wanton desire.

"You think I'm intoxicating?" he murmured, his voice rough. "You're the one who's addictive. I can't get enough of you."

Jeonghan chuckled, tracing the older's jawline with his lips, "Bet?"

Seungcheol retorted the grin, "You wanna bet?"

"No, I wanna know how long you can actually resist me." Jeonghan hopped down, "I wanna know how long can you keep your hands off me even when I'm impossibly close to you."

Seungcheol chuckled, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. He straightened up, his arms crossing over his chest as he regarded Jeonghan with a challenging glint in his eye.

"You really think you can make me lose control like that, huh?" he asked, his gaze roaming over Jeonghan's figure. "You really think you're that distracting, darling?"

"That's for me to find out, isn't it?" Jeonghan winked.

"Alright, bring it on." Seungcheol stated.

Jeonghan pushed the older on the chair behind him, "You won't reach out to touch me until you accept your defeat."

Seungcheol's smile widened as Jeonghan pushed him into the chair, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face.

He settled into the chair, his hands gripping the armrests, his gaze never leaving Jeonghan's.

"Fine," he agreed, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. "I won't touch you until I accept my defeat. But you seriously think I'll lose this easily?"

Jeonghan stood between the older's knees as he held his nape. He leaned in to whisper into his ears, "You won't?"

Seungcheol's jaw clenched slightly as Jeonghan's breath tickled his ear, the younger's proximity making it difficult to maintain his composure.

He tried to remain still, his fingers digging into the armrests of the chair, as he replied, his voice low and tense.

"No," he said firmly, "I won't lose that easily, love. Just because you stand this close to me doesn't mean I'll give in that quickly."

"Well, the game has just started." Jeonghan traced the older's biceps, reaching his palms, "And you're already gripping the chair for your dear life."

"I'm just being cautious." Seungcheol replied, "You know what will happen if I touch you right now, don't you?"

Jeonghan unbuttoned the top two buttons of the the older's shirt and fixated his gaze on his chest, "That's the point. You don't have to be cautious."

"Perhaps not." Seungcheol looked at the younger, "But you're making it damn difficult for me."

"Then give in." Jeonghan pressed a teasing kiss on the older's chest, "Accept your defeat."

Seungcheol's body tensed up, "You're playing dirty, you know that?"

Jeonghan's fingers traced the contours of the older's taut muscles, "Have I ever played fair in the first place?"

"No." Seungcheol muttered, "You've never played fair with me and that's one thing I absolutely love about you."

Jeonghan chuckled, his lips ghosting over the older's, "How long are you going to pretend to be tough?"

"As long as it takes to resist you," Seungcheol said firmly, though his voice betrayed the strain he was under. "I'm not going down that easily, darling."

Jeonghan's hand reached down to the older's thighs while he pressed another kiss on his neck, "So I've to try harder hmm?"

Seungcheol clenched his teeth as Jeonghan's hand traveled down his thigh, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body.

He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on anything other than the younger's touch.

"You can try all you want," he managed to reply, his voice strained, "But I'm determined to win this game."

"Leave this first, then talk." Jeonghan made the older lose his grip on the armrest of the chair.

"Satisfied?" Seungcheol raised a brow as he left the armrest.

"How can I be?" Jeonghan's breath tickled the older's earlobe, "You haven't even done anything yet."

"You've made damn sure I can't do anything yet," Seungcheol gritted out, his voice betraying his weakening resolve.

"My legs are aching, I think I need to sit." Jeonghan pretended to whine.

Seungcheol tilted his head as he chuckled, "Well, where do you want to sit, darling?"

"Where's the best place for me to sit?" Jeonghan mumbled while tracing a path along the older's chest.

Seungcheol licked his lower lip as he patted his thighs, "Why don't you sit here?"

Jeonghan bit on his earlobe gently, "Then you lose?"

Seungcheol let out a chuckle, "You're enjoying this way too much."

Jeonghan unbuttoned his shirt further while inching closer to him. He stroked the older's hair while pressing another kiss on his shoulder.

"This?" Jeonghan looked at him, "Yeah, I'm enjoying this a lot."

Seungcheol inhaled a sharp breath, "You're a damn tease!"

Jeonghan grinned as he lifted his left leg and rested his knee on the older's thighs, "And you're trying so hard to be tough."

"Let me show you what happens when I lose." Seungcheol pulled the younger onto his lap and pressed their lips together.

He took Jeonghan's hands in his, holding them firmly in place as their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Seungcheol's tongue flicked out, seeking entrance, as he deepened the kiss, his desire for the younger palpable in every move he made.

Seungcheol's grip on Jeonghan's wrists tightened as he continued the kiss, his tongue exploring the younger's mouth with an increasingly urgent hunger.

His other hand found its way to Jeonghan's hip, pulling him closer, as their bodies pressed together, the intensity of the kiss escalating with every passing moment.

Jeonghan let out a soft moan as the kiss continued, his body arching against Seungcheol's as the older's tongue explored his mouth.

The sound of Jeonghan's whimper, barely audible but filled with need, only fueled Seungcheol's passion, and he deepened the kiss, his grip on Jeonghan's wrists tightening ever so slightly.

As they finally parted, Jeonghan looked deliciously disheveled, his hair tousled and lips swollen from the intense kiss.

He panted softly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. A flush of desire colored his cheeks, and a dazed expression was evident in his eyes.

Jeonghan writhed on the older's lap and his grip on his wrists, "You-"

"Me?" Seungcheol raised a brow with a grin, "What about me, darling?"

Jeonghan tried to steady his breaths after which he averted his gaze, "You're unfair."

Seungcheol leaned closer to the younger's ear, "How so?"

"You had lost." Jeonghan looked at him, "But still you-"

"Ah, but darling" Seungcheol replied, his voice smooth and teasing, "I may have lost the game, but that doesn't change the fact that you are sitting on my lap right now, utterly ravished by a single kiss."

Jeonghan frowned as he leaned in to bit on the older's neck, leaving an obvious mark and playful sting, "Stop teasing me."

"Why should I?" Seungcheol's hands slipped down to the younger's hips, "When you're so adorable while being frustrated."

"Lame." Jeonghan rolled his eyes, "Step up your game Mr. Choi."

"Step up, why?" Seungcheol's thumb reached on to caress the younger's lower lip, "When I can mess you up with just a kiss?"

Jeonghan leaned closer to the older's lips, "I was just taken aback, okay?"

Seungcheol's grip on the younger's hips tightened, squeezing it gently, "Who are you trying to fool? Yourself?"

Jeonghan pressed his palm over the older's mouth, "You need to stop talking."

Seungcheol gently nipped at Jeonghan's palm with his teeth before he spoke, his voice muffled but still clear enough to understand, "Why should I stop talking, darling? Am I making you flustered again?"

Jeonghan instinctively removed his palm from the older, "You're really annoying at times."

Seungcheol let out a soft laugh in response to Jeonghan's words, his hand slipping from the younger's hip to his thigh instead, tracing small, teasing circles on the inside of it.

"I know," he admitted with a shameless grin. "But you can't deny that you're equally as annoying at times too. And it's damn adorable, the way you get all worked up just from a few well-placed words."

Jeonghan shifted slightly due to the older's new touch, "You think you did something, huh?"

Seungcheol leaned a bit closer, his hand now resting high on Jeonghan's thigh, "I think I did more than just something. I think I have you on the edge right now, just from a simple touch here and there."

Jeonghan shut his eyes, feeling the feather light but firm touches at times, on his entire body.

With Jeonghan's eyes now closed, Seungcheol took the opportunity to explore the younger's body further, his hands roaming freely.

He trailed his fingertips lightly over Jeonghan's thighs, then up his sides, tracing the lines of his chest and collarbones, every touch purposeful, meant to ignite the simmering desire between them.

Jeonghan opened his eyes again, staring at the older with a new spark.

"You want another kiss to mess you up right?" Seungcheol chuckled, pulling the younger closer to attach their lips together again.

<Hoshi's apartment>

Hoshi stopped by Woozi's room as the door was open while the younger was stuffed within the blankets on the bed.

He walked into the room and crouched down in front of the younger's serene sleeping face.

The sight tugged at his heart, making him want nothing more than to lean down and press a gentle kiss on the younger's forehead.

But he refrained, instead staying crouched there, watching the slow rise and fall of Woozi's chest, admiring the younger's beauty.

It was when Woozi's eyes fluttered open as he took a moment, "Soonyoung?"

Hoshi's eyes widened, "Ah uh- sorry. I- I think my- my ring fell here so I-"

"Stop lying." Woozi smiled just slightly with his half lidded eyes.

"Okay okay." Hoshi surrendered, "I was here to check on you, okay?"

"What did you check, then?" Woozi asked.

Hoshi chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. He knew he was caught, and there was no hiding it.

"Just checking that you're okay," he admitted, his voice softer than before. "Wanted to see if you were sleeping well."

"You just wanted to check?" Woozi muttered, "Nothing more?"

"Alright, maybe I did want to do more than just check," Hoshi confessed, his voice a murmur. "I wanted to be closer to you. To touch you. But I didn't want to disturb your sleep."

"But you already did it." Woozi stated.

"Right, I'm sorry." Hoshi stood up, "I think I should leave now. Good night, Woozi, sleep well!"

He began to leave but Woozi called from behind, "Soonyoung."

Hoshi paused mid-stride as Woozi called out to him, the younger's soft voice stopping him in his tracks.

He turned around, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in his eyes as he met Woozi's gaze. There was something in the younger's expression that he didn't quite understand, and it made his heart thump heavily in his chest.

"Yeah?" he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Stay." Woozi shifted slightly on the bed, clearly making room for one another person.

Locked in the hotel
There's just some things that never change
You say we're just friends
But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la
'Cause you know it's been a long time coming
Don't you let me fall, oh

Hoshi froze for a moment, caught off guard by Woozi's simple yet profound word. 'Stay.'

He looked at the younger, noticing the space he'd made on the bed, and his heart squeezed in his chest. Hesitation warred with the ache to be closer to Woozi.

After a beat of silence, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You want me to stay? Here, with you?"

Woozi nodded, "Come here. Stay close to me."

Hoshi could feel the last of his restraint crumbling under the weight of Woozi's invitation. He closed the distance between them, his movements slow and measured.

He climbed into the bed beside Woozi, his body tensed as he tried to keep some distance between them. But Woozi seemed to have other plans.

The younger shifted closer, his head coming to rest against Hoshi's shoulder, their bodies now touching from head to hip.

Woozi further nuzzled his face into the older's chest, "Why are you hesitating so much as if we haven't kiss in your cabin already?" He teased.

"It's different." Hoshi wrapped his arms around the younger's waist, "That was- in the heat of the moment. This is way more different."

Woozi rested his chin on the older's chest to look up, "Nothing is a heat of moment, Soonyoung. It's always the subtle desires that surface up with a little push."

Hoshi looked down at Woozi, his gaze roaming over the younger's face. The moonlight spilling through the curtains cast a soft glow on the younger's features, making him look almost ethereal.

"You always have a way of seeing through me," he whispered, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from Woozi's face.

Woozi chuckled, "You can't stay close to me if you keep hesitating all the time."

Hoshi pulled the younger closer, "Better?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, his lips now close enough to brush against Woozi's forehead.

Woozi hummed in contentment, "Yeah, better."

Hoshi felt the tension in his body ease as Woozi approved. The younger's body was now fully pressed against his own, their limbs intertwined, and it felt right.

He buried his face in the soft strands of Woozi's hair, taking a deep breath to inhale the younger's familiar scent.

"You smell good," he mumbled against Woozi's head, his hands slowly tracing lazy patterns on the younger's back.

Woozi grinned at the remark, "What more do you like about me, Soonyoung?"

"Out of all the perfections you have-" Hoshi pulled back slightly to look at him, "I like your smile, a lot."

"I'll smile more." Woozi chuckled, "For you."

Hoshi lifted a hand to lightly pinch Woozi's cheek. "Is that a promise?" he teased, a small grin tugging at his own lips.

"Yes." Woozi nodded, "With a condition that you'll be smiling along with me."

"Without any doubt." Hoshi chuckled.

A/n : Why do I feel like we're losing the vibe.

Anyways take care everyone!
-Jeonghanneyonghaseyo