#d.lay

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Dainty feet move across the floorboards of the living room, barely making a sound as they pat against smooth wood. The owner of said feet twines his arms around his lover's waist, pressing his lips to a bare shoulder blade before pressing his cheek to that same spot and exhaling softly against alabaster skin, eyelids sliding shut.

Kyungsoo doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to interrupt, so he just stands there, embracing his lover from behind as he creates art. This is not the first time Kyungsoo has woken up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and lights on in the atelier, far from it, but he's used to it by now and accepts it as one of his lover's quirks.

Finally Yixing pauses to look over the image he's been drawing. His fingers are smeared with residue of the charcoal he's wielding, his tool of choice. With a satisfied nod he puts down the stick. "What are you doing up at this hour?" he then asks.

"The bed was cold without you." Kyungsoo shifts to hook his chin over Yixing's shoulder. Attentive eyes dart over the paper in front of them that is no longer blank as it was the day before, but dark with meticulously placed smudges of black and grayish tones. "It's beautiful," he sighs, always in awe of Yixing's work.

"I know," sounds the immediate response and as Kyungsoo snorts, Yixing grimaces. "That was... I didn't mean it like..." He inhales deeply, exhales slowly. "It's you."

Eyebrows shooting upwards, Kyungsoo looks the picture over again and now he does recognize his own features in the person depicted on the white backdrop. "Hm," he says with poorly veiled amusement. "I don't recall ever having wings. Or a halo, for that matter. Are you sure this is me?"

In lieu of a verbal response, Yixing turns around in his lover's hold. There is a softness, a tenderness in his eyes that never fails to make heat creep up Kyungsoo's face to cause him to flush, not out of embarrassment, but rather brought on by the way his heart flutters whenever Yixing looks at him like that. It alwaysflutters.

Before Kyungsoo can lower his head bashfully like he usually does, Yixing leans in to catch his lips with his own. And Kyungsoo is quick to reciprocate. They move closer, move together, breathe in each other's scent as they kiss slowly, passionately. In the end Yixing breaks it off by taking Kyungsoo's lower lip into his mouth as he pulls back. His eyes are sparkling when they part and the chuckle he emits when Kyungsoo grabs him by the wrist to lead him back to their bedroom only makes the newly formed heat of arousal in Kyungsoo's lower abdomen coil tighter.

By the time they drop down on the bed together, they're attached at the mouth again. Yixing pushes plump thighs apart to settle between them, fingers leaving dark prints in their wake when he lets a touch flitter along Kyungsoo's soft, white skin. "天使," Yixing breathes against the shell of Kyungsoo's ear. And Kyungsoo, despite not knowing the meaning of the word even though his lover calls him it almost every day, shudders and clings tighter to the lithe form that hovers above him as Yixing's lips and teeth and coal-stained hands set out to litter his body with marks.

Some of them will come off later when Kyungsoo washes himself in the shower before leaving for work.

D.Lay in the houseeeeeeeee ^O^

Urgh that's a weird OTP's name