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a/n: nini, pls come back home :<

now playing: no make up - exo

. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 11:10 PM ) — it has finally come to this moment. shared permissions of revealing hidden truths to one another, carefully undressed clothes clattered all over from the door to the bed—the only source of light reflecting from the soft dews of the full moon. the bed sheets are cold to the touch, contrasting the warm temperature of your skin and his.

jongin straddles you from above, his eyes that always looked mysterious now so easy to read, an evident look of his affections as he admires you head to toe. he brushes your hair with regard, not really minding if it falls the right or wrong way, the pure devotion of his sending chills down your spine and it brings you back to your first impression of him, the once hard to read mask now faltered all because of you.

you notice the lipstick stains on his face and you wipe the smudged lipstick off him with a chuckle. “you sneaky bastard. that's why you told me to wear the lipstick you gave me tonight.”

jongin laughs, now also wiping off the lipstick marks around your lips yet keeping the kiss marks he left all over your face. “i've always wanted to clean your makeup off when we kiss.”

“why?”

“it's one of those joys i have when i undress you myself.” you're left speechless. how can he say something so easily? it rolls out of his tongue like it's the most natural thing to say. his own thoughts and words align perfectly when it speaks to you as if nothing's holding him back.

“you say the most absurd compliments for me so naturally.” you smile, helplessly wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in a gentle kiss. he responds with a heated friction, every graze of his lips bringing back to you the same fervent. jongin tilts his head to siege the space, blocking any small spaces that oxygen comes in, heightening the unmistakable urge between you to go further.

you pull out from the kiss to catch your breath, and you both heave out, your hand resting on his chest that pronouncedly rests and rises.

you cup his cheek and chuckle, admiring and caressing every part of his face, still cleaning off the new smudged lipstick marks around his lips. jongin leans into your touch, burrowing his face in the natural shape of your hand, eyes fluttering close from ease. then he looks into your eyes, kisses the palm of your hand, and captures this moment of you under the moonlight. the only veil that hides your bareness is him on top of you.

“now—do I have permission to clean your makeup off?”

“absolutely.”

jongin blows out the candle with his eyes closed and smiles as soon as he opens them up again, meeting your gaze from across the cake. you can tell the chocolate is going to be sweet on your tongue.

“what did you wish for?”

he doesn’t answer, just tilts his head to the side and smiles wider. you already know the answer (it’s nothing) and weren’t expecting him to say anything at all. you asked just to see that look in his eyes, and at least your wish has already been granted.

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