𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

                         HIPS STUTTER, LIPS PARTED AS finger’s twist in yoonjae’s hair. it feels so good, the wet heat around his cock that he wants to thrust up into, he restrains himself enough the keep his hips planted down against the bed. it makes him moan, yoonjae’s words feels like what adding gasoline to an already flit fire looks like.   ❛   fuck-----  so good, c’mere.   ❜   leaning up onto one of his elbows, he guides him up from between his legs and captures his lips in a kiss, the glide of tongues against each other and the nipping and biting of teeth against reddened lips. it’s so intoxicating, the way yoonjae makes him feel, he wants so much more of it, wants to please his lover, watch him writhe with pleasure, to have his name roll from his tongue like a prayer. suddenly shifting them both, he’s pinned him onto his back, dark eyes looking over his body, a hand following the curves and dips of his body with awe, a true beauty in eojin’s eyes.   leaning down, he starts to kiss at his jaw and neck, the nipping at his skin and sucking following, leaving marks on skin to be visible later on. hands roam over his body until they land on his thighs, massaging  them as he smiles a bit.   ❛   so beautiful..  i could admire you all day,   ❜    his voice just above a whisper, he marvels over his lover, wondering how he’s so lucky to have someone like him.

                        A SMALL SMILE GRACES HIS lips, he appreciates that he’d be willing to put time aside and keep him company, especially when everyone is busy doing their own things. nodding his head, he makes motion for five to follow along, it’s quite the walk to get to the roof but it’s always worth it for it’s view over olympia, he always thinks best when he’s up there.   ❛   thanks hyung-----  this really means a lot. i know i’m not always super communicative but it’s nice, talking like this.   ❜   zero could definitely say that in a moment like this, he’s happy, to have someone to talk to, willing to go somewhere with him to feel more at ease from the judgemental and prying eyes of others. knowing all to well that sometimes those people didn’t keep their mouth shut, always speaking badly about him------  the golden boy. he tries to shake it off, hands balled up into fists, nails digging into the flesh of his palm.   ❛   hyung.. why do people hate me...   ?   ❜   the quietness of his voice is shocking compared to moments before, eyes looking saddened. he didn’t want to be this way, didn’t want people to look at him like some experiment, someone different.

                         IT’S HARD TO BREATH, A sheen of sweat on his skin from the terrible dream, having just woken up, hearing and feeling the soothing of yoonjae. fingers in his hair, petting and threading through dark locks of hair all whilst quietly speaking to him. letting out a shaky breath, eyes fall close for a moment only to reopen and push himself into a sitting position. there’s a slight tremble to his frame, his dream so vivid it feels real, the squeeze to his throat in his dream, the cuts into his flesh, everything felt so real. it’s unexplainable to where it all came from, how it overtook his entire being during his sleep, undoubtedly eojin had begun to struggle in real life. looking at yoonjae, his heart slowly begins to calm as he moves to hold his lover, arms wrapped around him as he tucked his head away for a moment or longer, simply trying to bring himself back to reality-----  yoonjae being his stability in a moment like this.   ❛   it was so real... i thought i was dying-----  someone was hurting me, trying to kill me.   ❜   eyes squeeze shut as he takes in deep breaths, he isn’t sure where this nightmare suddenly came from but it shocked him to his core, the lingerings of the pain he felt in his sleep.   ❛   i’m sorry.. i don’t know where all of this came from..   ❜   confesses the man, feeling calmer knowing that none of it was real, the terror he faced in his dreams were nothing but a figment of his imagination.

                         TAKING THE STEPS TO SIT down  on  eight’s  bed  he  smiles  faintly  towards  the  male.  the  nickname  the  other  has picked out for him leaves the younger a little bit   happier, not really having a nickname up until now. he’d been quiet almost the entire day, so he’d be able to have some time to himself since this is one of the days where none of them were   scurrying   around to get stuff done or prepare for   missions or assessments.   ❛   oh, my day was GOOD, i’ve been working on some stuff, trying to better myself in some places so that when we’re out, i’m more.. reliable.   ❜   the small smile that had been on his lips dies, he isn’t sure how to properly word it without it coming out harsh, but he feels like he’s lacking in places despite all the years he’s been training for this, for this position.   ❛   never mind me-----  how was your day   ?   don’t tell me you’ve been reading all day, hyung.   ❜   there’s a tone of humor in his voice, eyes crinkle at the edges a bit as he smiles, fully smiles this time.

                         SENSING THAT ALEX ISN’T MAD at him, tadeas relaxes a bit further as they walk. once they do get back to their home and the other is helping him sit down and put his ankle up he less worried. while he is allowed to wander off, he should’ve let him know before doing so, another thing he’s slowly getting use to.   ❛   i don’t mind at all-----  i’m not picky with food, i’m greatful for whatever i’m eating.   ❜   attention snapping up, he looks over the back of the couch and at alex, he has almost the look of a kicked puppy on his face, but he’s nodding his head, knowing better.   ❛   of course, i’m sorry, i’ll try and remember for the next time. i just got.. curious and forgot.   ❜   allowing himself to rest back into the couch, his stomach growls at the smell of the food in the house, it’s a little embarrassing but he smiles regardless.   ❛   one day you’ll have to let me cook you a proper korean mean, i’m quite good at cooking apparently and a pretty fast learner. so you wouldn’t have to cook all the time for us.   ❜   talking quietly, the angel sometimes feels guilty with just how much he depends on allex, it isn’t fair, he didn’t have to move, but the did. 

                         THERE’S AN ADORATION IN HIS eyes as he looks at spencer, it’s an improvement from the beginning, when he had no sense of the beat of a melody he couldn’t hear. things are a lot different now, spencer actually danced with him when he was at the dance studio, they practiced or just fooled around, always sweaty and tired by the end of the sessions. he’s chuckling, lips form into that infamous heart like they always do when he’s smiling uncontrollably. shaking his head from side to side, he’s signing back to the other.   /   is - that - so   ?   i’d - like - to - see - you - try.   /   having been squatting down on the floor for a while now, eyes follow when spencer comes over and does the same, eyes going cross eyed purposefully as he tries to watch his finger poke his nose. letting out a little laugh, he’s leaning over and kissing his cheek quickly before settling back onto his feet without tipping and falling onto his ass.   /   is - that - good - enough - for - you - or - do - you - need - more - kisses   ?   /   he’s teasing, evident by his facial expression as he signs, luckily a lot better thanks to spencer, the other having to teach him. 

                         it’s no surprise with how the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk that the other has heard what his brother spoke of. he’s looking at both of them before eyes finally settle on spencer, leaning back where he sits.   ❛   of course, i’m sure we’d be great company for many more times to come. not that i personally would be able to tire of our lovely spencer-ssi.   ❜   iseul had taken interest in the man the very day he’d met him, finding him to be rather interesting-----  perhaps his heart had been captured the same time as his brother, both falling deeply for spencer. iseul being nowhere near as shy as his twin, making it very obvious since day one.   ❛   what do you say   ?   i’m sure we’ll have lot of fun.   ❜   the wink that follows his words being playful, there being many meanings to the demons words.

                         ❛   NOW WHAT MAKES YOU THINK i’d be checking to see if you sparkle   ?   don’t be silly   !   ❜   it doesn’t take her long to groan at his quip, not believing the other for pulling something like this. it was safe to say that haneul doesn’t sparkle physically, maybe personality wise, but more definitely not physically. she’s rolling her eyes and huffing, she is far from even being potentially mad with the other but she does pout, her lips jutting out.   ❛   i can’t believe you said that, ugh, how am i friends with you   ?   ❜   it doesn’t take long for that smile of hers to come back, giggling behind her hand.

me changing my url twice in the span of a month? more likely than you think. use to be lcstdrems.

                         HE SUDDENLY GETS QUIET, LOOKING down at his lap when he was asked why he was brought to that party. he suddenly feels sick to his stomach. it’s true he never usually goes to those parties alone, his boyfriend by his side but something happened-----  it still hurts.   ❛   oh, i was suppose to go with haeju but he got mad at me.. really mad. i wanted to drink so i went anyways. i didn’t call him, wanted you to pick me up.. don’t wanna go home, please don’t take me home.   ❜   he pleads, finally looking up from his lap and over to hyunki, he’s drunk so things easily slip from his lips, confessing to things he’d usually never say. never bringing up how his boyfriend says things to him that shouldn’t be said, that he’s being verbally abused.   ❛   m’sorry.. maybe i should’ve called haeju, i didn’t mean to bother you, hyunki-ssi. i’m a mess.   ❜   he’s laughing a bit, hands running through his hair and tugging on the strands, not knowing what to do anymore.

                         LETTING OUT A BREATH, HARU sinks further into the bed, pleading eyes looking at kai, whining at his teasing. a part of him knows that his tongue could be enough for him—–  so desperate for touch, a release that maybe almost about anything could get him off right now. nodding his head, hands reach out to touch him, attempting to pull him closer. his voice effects him in ways that he’s never quite experienced, he wonders how his touch would affect him.   ❛   please—–  touch me, do something.. want you so bad.   ❜   oh is it rare for the incubus to be reduced to begging, hips canting off the bed below him in search of friction, already bare and exposed to kai. it’s pathetic how hard he is already, dick curled up against his abdomen, tip red and shiny with precum.   ❛   kai, please..   ❜   he whimpers, his own voice doesn’t even sound right to his ears, driven far enough with teasing of words and touches.

                         HE’S ALWAYS ENJOYED PUSHING PEOPLE'S buttons, seeing how long or far would it take for someone to finally snap, perhaps it had to do with his job-----  what he’s had to be like that it sometimes carries over into their relationship. it’s unhealthy but he’s unsure he even knows how healthy relationships work anymore. clicking his tongue, he releases his grip on haru’s shirt, eyes scanning over him for a moment or two.   ❛   i see that, you’re easy to piss off, love.   ❜   lips quirk into a half-assed smile, perhaps he’ll get better at this whole relationship thing one day, learn to press haru’s buttons less, but it’s a work in progress.   ❛   but we both know you enjoy me being around-----  like me even if i piss you off sometimes.   ❜   even if he doesn’t say it to the other, he’s protective over haru, if someone were to ever hurt him, hoseok would not shy away from hurting or even potentially killing that person. he doesn’t tolerate it, not with the ones he cares about-----  the people he loves.