Seokwoo's House

@† Seokwoo /actually does watch you sleep, like a total creep
/after a while, i slip out of the bed and head to a different room and open the window, looking outside into the dark and enjoying the cool, fresh air on my face
/then I snoop around your wardrobe, perusing through the clothes you own
/next up is the bathroom, where i floss my teeth, remove my makeup, use your mouthwash and experiment with various hairstyles
/once im bored with that, i return to your clothes and strip out of my own, the heavy leather isn't great for sleeping
/I smirk at the thought of wearing your shirt, and go for a T shirt instead, I skip the pants because there's no point deluding myself that those would fit
/then, I slide back under the covers and look at you
/carefully I begin to file my fingers through your hair
/i don't know how much time has passed when I lay my head down on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, and the rhythmic thumps finally lull me to sleep

@† Seokwoo /doesn't try to hide my smile this time
/smooches your cheek
good night /whispers
imma stare at you sleep, hope you don't get nightmares

@† Meto alright *i press another kiss to your forward, reaching down to pull the blankets over us*
i hope you get some good rest, meto
good night

@† Seokwoo no, sleep
if you don't i won't

@† Meto *laughs softly* then let me try to stay awake
i don't want to be a burden to you, you know

@† Seokwoo /hesitates cause i have very little faith in my self-discipline
i don't know... maybe...

@† Meto *looks skeptical* you're really gonna sleep?

@† Seokwoo Yeah... go sleep so I can sleep :(

@† Meto i can try to stay awake if you are *presses my lips together so that i don't yawn*
though - - isn't it getting late for you?

@† Seokwoo /chuckles
Go sleep then /slaps your waist lightly

*i offer no comment when you hide from me, a wave of contentment washing over me as i fight back yet another yawn*
don't tell anyone, but sleeping is my hobby *chuckles*
so you're really doing me a favor right now - - i love to sleep, and i always sleep better when i'm not alone

@† Seokwoo /smiles but immediately purses my lips into a frown
hmph. we'll see. /tries to hug you closer which is impossible and hides my face so you don't see my smile

*i listen to what you have to say, not really surprised by your honesty, nodding my head as i hear you out*
well, you may think of yourself as a burden, but i don't
you'd only be a burden if you were a hardship to me, and you're not
so my nuts are safe for the time being, i think

@† Seokwoo I'll punch you in the nuts if you don't and I'm not joking. /says forcefully, using aggression to deal with being nervous, a special skill of mine/

@† Seokwoo /bites the inside of my cheek when you kiss my forehead, my fingers curling gently against your waist
I... / on my lip as I hesitate
Someone said it's okay to be a little bit of a burden so...
for you, I guess. You have to put up with it. /says with a stubborn nonchalance although a faint blush is dusting my cheeks

@† Meto *i allow you to manipulate me as you please, rolling over on my back when you push me, draping an arm over you when you rest on top of me for a while*
*when you move to my side, i place one arm under my head, chuckling softly once your arm slips across my waist, one of your legs tangling with mine*
nothing wrong with cuddles
*turning my head, i press a kiss against your forehead before i settle on my arm again, gazing at the ceiling*
so what's got you in such a cuddly mood? did something happen?

@† Seokwoo definitely. /says firmly, not minding my growing cuddle needs- which surprises me, I thought admitting to it would make me feel self-conscious but hey, guess not/
/pushes you so you roll onto your back and rolls on top of you, resting there for a few minutes before rolling to the other side of you
/an arm around your waist, I snuggle up and drape a leg over you

@† Meto i don't think i've had a sleepover since i was a kid
*chuckling softly, i drape an arm over you, rubbing your back slowly, making sure to avoid your piercings so i don't inadvertently hurt you*
are you turning into a cuddle bunny in your old age, meto? i know i am

@† Seokwoo /snuggles up to you with a small, my arm tight around your waist
/shifts so my head is tucked under your chin, so I dont breathe against your face... which I find irritating personally
/snuggles up, lacing my leg with yours, the warmth of your body very comforting even though im fully clothed lest my boots

@† Meto *leads you back to my bedroom, already working on ping my jeans*
*once we enter the bedroom, i let go of your hand, yanking off the tight denim, kicking them away once the settle around my ankles*
*diving onto the bed, i pull you close, smiling when you hug me*
so sleepy
keep me warm
*pulling up the blankets, i shut my eyes, fighting another yawn as i make myself comfortable against my pillow*

@† Seokwoo /was going to charge in for a hug, but when you hold out your hand i take it with bated breath instead and nod' following you to bed, hopping on one foot as I take off my shoes while following you still
/curls up with you on the bed and hugs you tightly

@† Meto *hides a yawn behind my hand as i meander to the door, opening it without checking to see how is visiting me*
meto
*beaming at you, i hold out my hand*
come on, let's get into bed

@† Seokwoo /rings the doorbell, fidgeting excitedly

@† Seokwoo [] awww :<

[seokwoo always remembers the likes and dislikes of someone who appreciates him]

@† Seokwoo Seokwoo pulled his hand away and Meto chased, but stopped himself when he realised what he was doing. He bit down a grin and over his wet lips, his eyes mirroring the other's chuckle. Meto was, admittedly, a little nervous. He got up on his knees, raising his hips and grew a little more nervous. It wasn't the , it was the position and, well, the whole situation. Vanilla . The term itself made him cringe, even more so that he himself had asked for it. Beneath the cringe and humiliation was a small, but adamant part, that was looking forward to it and needed it. He usually ignored it, no, always, but over the past months he'd grown a little more comfortable with that side of himself. Thank for Seokwoo, because he couldn't think of anyone else at the club whom he'd trust with this. Oh, Yusaku as well, but since Meto's apparently one-sided fight with him, they hadn't touched each other ually. The nagging fear that his partner would make fun of him or about his 'softer' sides never left Meto, but he believed that Seokwoo would the least about it. Or, well, he hoped. It didn't matter either way. This was happening and if Seokwoo made any jokes about it, Meto would smack him over the back of the head and move on. --Meto, meto, what the are you worrying about right now?!-- All these thoughts and worries had flashed through his mind in a split second, the time it took for Seokwoo's large hands to spread apart his cheeks. Meto watched him, head turned to the side as best he could with a quiet, sultry gaze, not even a hint of what he'd been thinking about reflected in his dark orbs.

His eyes widened, then his breath hitched and a tiny gasp escaped when Seokwoo's lips and warm, wet tongue touched his entrance. The ring of muscles tightened and Meto curled his left hand into a fist, nails digging into the palm of his hand. He turned his head away, not looking back any longer and breathed out slowly, forcing himself to relax and accommodate the intrusion. ---- Meto bit down on the inside of his cheek, brows furrowed as the digits pressed in and out of him, fighting with his own nature to get himself to relax despite the dark shadow looming over him. He focused on the feeling of his fingers, the way his lips and nose ghosted against his back, his . His own swelled with excitement as Seokwoo's fingers grazed over his inner walls. Meto was panting faintly, a whimper strewn in when the other pushed in particularly deep. Each touch to his prostate made a swarm of butterflies spread in his belly, teeth failing to fully suppress his moan as his body clenched at the sensation. This was... good. He liked this. Meto turned his head to peak at Seokwoo over his shoulder, in a daze as he on his lip piercing. Normally, Meto would have taken this opportunity to tease the other, but, not today. He nodded. He wanted to say more, but swallowed his words. Meto shifted, bringing his knees forward and closer together so his was raised a little higher and pressed his back into a hollow arch. Nails still digging into his palm, he gazed at Seokwoo quietly. His body quivered oh so slightly, more noticeably his shoulders.

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@† Seokwoo [] he knows him so well sdkjfhgskdjg im kinda surprised []

@† Meto Seokwoo wasn't used to seeing Meto blush, but he had to admit that he liked it. It's not that he'd never experienced it before, but he knew what a rare occurrence it was. He also knew better than to draw attention to Meto's flushed skin. He was aware of how uncomfortable it would make Meto, so he kept his mouth shut and enjoyed the display with wordless appreciation. When Meto's lips parted, Seokwoo carefully pressed his fingers into the smaller man's willing mouth, his eyes never leaving Meto's face as he watched the deliberate care being lavished on each of his long digits. Seokwoo couldn't help but smile when Meto continued to minister to his fingers, nipping and while his tongue swept over them. Seokwoo's eyes widened a bit when Meto began to work on the rest of his digits, clearly in a world of his own. Seokwoo indulged Meto for as long as he could, but his was beginning to ache and as much as he enjoyed giving Meto free rein, his own greediness won out. Pulling his fingers out of Meto's mouth, each one liberally coated in saliva, he chuckled softly, giving Meto's a nudge, encouraging him to rise up on his knees. Pulling Meto's cheeks apart, Seokwoo was amazed at how sentimental he was feeling in such an intimate position. Leaning forward once he settled behind the smaller man, Seokwoo pressed a kiss against Meto's entrance, his tongue brushing against Meto's hole before he pulled back a little, pressing two of his long fingers inside, his teeth catching his lip to smother the groan that threaten to burst out of him.

Seokwoo pushed his fingers in and out of Meto's tight heat with a steady concentration, bending over the smaller man, nuzzling his lower back, his nose brushing against Meto's skin as his mouth began to explore, pressing kiss after kiss against the perfect curve of Meto's , periodically on his flesh, leaving small bruises in this most private place, smiling at the thought of one of Meto's other lovers stumbling across his special marks. Curling and bending his fingers, Seokwoo teased Meto's walls, pushing his long, tapered digits in as deeply as he could, the pads of his fingers brushing against Meto's prostate, the spasm that resulted rewarding Seokwoo with a sudden squeeze. "I'm trying to take my time, but - - can I? I don't want to wait any longer."

@† Seokwoo Meto grumbled, too proud to admit that he wanted to be soft, although, well, the truth was obvious. His blush deepened. 'It is', he thought to himself and suddenly felt strange inside. He let go of Seokwoo only with great reluctance but ended up cooperating and moving onto his stomach. Meto lay one hand over the other and rested his cheek on his piled hands, so he could look over his shoulder at Seokwoo. A dark shadow cast over him as the significantly bigger male hovered over him and Meto's breath hitched. The finger trailing over his skin made him visibly shudder. His red lips stretched into a proud grin. "I'm glad you like them", he purred. As Seokwoo kissed down his skin, Meto watched as long as he could, his breathing growing more shallow. Occasionally he would twitch when Seokwoo touched a particularly sensitive - or just ticklish - spot. The bite made him let out a sharp gasp, followed by an airy laugh. "I feel like fancy food..", he joked.

When Seokwoo hovered over him once more, bending down so he was speaking directly against his ear, Meto couldn't help blushing once more. His breath hitched. He had never felt entirely comfortable with how much taller Seokwoo was, but now that small piece inside him that was unnerved merged with the arousal from Seokwoo's very nice voice muttered so close to his ear. The combination was... quite nice. "- - -Only because you said please.", Meto smirked, his eyes betraying his arousal. He twisted his body a little more and parted his lips, happily taking in Seokwoo's fingers. Meto didn't pretend not to enjoy it, savouring the moment as he first over and between the fingers, coating them with gathered saliva. "Mhm~" He moved on to on the digits, slowly dragging his lips over the long fingers, first individually, then grouped. He swirled his tongue around them, tilting his head left and right to get a good angle, little nibbles scattered between and . Meto was getting carried away. "Haa..." He couldn't remember how many months it had been since he'd indulged his oral fixation. Of course, it didn't help that he refused to give s. He just didn't like to deep-throat, at all, he also didn't like that the partner would eventually end up grabbing him by his hair and holding him in place. He didn't like being /used/ he just liked to... , bite and stuff. Anyways. Meto was enjoying himself. He'd propped himself up on his elbows and was getting to the fingers Seokwoo hadn't intended for him to wet.