Boisterous zeal.
wonjay | kissing | freeform | drabble
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"If eyes are indeed the windows to the soul, then it can be said that the lips are the messenger of the heart." —Karyn Maier
Jay opens the door and Jungwon's standing there, with eyes returning the surprised gaze as his. The atmosphere around them is silent but the tension is just as loud. Their mouths are closed and they let lingering eyes talk.
He pulls him closely by the collar of his jacket, movements as gentle as the small breeze passing through his open window. Three steps forward, one step back. They meet halfway on the entrance of his door, eyes looking at each other.
With clenched fists, Jay musters up the courage and makes the first move. Frail hands delicately touch the face in front of him. His fingers curl on Jungwon's chin, trying to imprint the outline of his skin.
Closer,
He tiptoes his head slightly forward, pressing a featherlight kiss to the left side of Jungwon's mouth. He then moves to rub their noses together. He stops to stare with half lidded eyes, before exhaling a sigh of content.
After that, he grazes his nose all the way to Jungwon's cheek. Like a starting map, he traces down his neck and presses a small peck over there. He breathes a new home's scent before he pulls away. Jungwon feasts at him with love in his eyes. Jay's cheek is meadowed with roses, lips glistening with diamonds and eyes holding an entire galaxy.
Beauty is a light in the heart indeed.
Jay taps his fingers on his bottom lip and grins. Jungwon's breath hitches, brings his forefinger to touch the waters. Jay feels electrified and every hair in his body stands at the subtle action. Jungwon's mind eats at the sight, noting aloof the presence of his glistening chapped cherry before he devours it.
Jungwon doesn't need him to call out for what they both want. He lets his motive known when he dives to satiate the sweetness in front of him.
A soul meets another soul.
They move past where they met in the middle. The door closes and they footstep backward all the way to the bedroom. Slip and slurp. Languid and messy. Back and forth, they communicate and converse.
They kiss and kiss and kiss, breath like intoxicating wine. They suck the oxygen off of each other's lungs. Why not? There's honey and milk under their tongue, it would be such a sweet sorrow if they were to depart.
The earth stops it's spin and they rejuvenate the spirits within. The headboard applause wrinkled walls and the ankles of the bed dance to a sloppy beat. The two boys exchange magic in the sheets; two bodies become one and their hearts find a home within each other.
The universe can only laugh at their naive bliss.
Living underneath the apartment, Jake is still busy painting his portrait. The ceiling above him shakes in rage, his table top bounces from the force and his brushes fall pity on the floor. The easel stand thumps and he frantically tries to get a grip on his things.
Alas, he groans in frustration. The walls are as thin as his papers, leaving him left of mourn. He will have to continue his art for another time.
The universe gives him a mocking laugh.
Author's note: Well, this was an outburst of word paint. I'm still practicing and working hard on my writing skills. I would gladly appreciate if you can give me some great writing advices on the message or "ask" button. Thank you for reading!
