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He knew it wasn’t something he should have invested in. His heart was still broken, and he was looking for the next thing that would get him off for a night.

Luckily, that thing happened to be Steve Fox.

Last night was mainly a blur, he remembered the falling limbs, the embraces, the touches, fingerprints like fire across his body, stolen kisses..everything…if for one night, just to run away and escape what was ailing him.

Morning came.

He expected to leave Steve overnight.

To leave his embrace and run back home, lying alone in his bed as he had always done.

But this morning, he found himself stuck in Steve’s arms, a thin sheet of off-white the only thing covering his skin. He was…happy.

Satisfied.

His mind said to leave, not to drag Steve along with his pain, but he found he couldn’t leave. Steve’s embrace was too sweet, too trusting, too innocent.

Too tight, and yet, just fine.

He looked up, his consciousness teetering between sleep and awake, his body plastered on top of Steve’s, face cradled at the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

So comforting…

Slowly rising up, he came closer to Steve, bringing his lips to his.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” he whispered, stealing a quick kiss

Last night was something that Steve hadn’t at all planned. Yes, it was a boy’s night out and yes, maybe he had on purposely flirted with Hwoarang because why the hell not? The redhead was sexy, charming, and most of all Steve has totally been crushing on him recently.

It was weird, Hwoarang was the first bloke to ever evoke such feelings from him. At first, Steve had thought maybe he was becoming the jealous friend type and tried to understand why the hell he was getting annoyed. It took him quite an amount of time to realize that he had slowly been developing feelings for his redheaded friend.

Weird, but true.

Steve never in his life would have ever thought he’d start liking a guy... His best mate at that!

But that was in the past and this was now. He had fooled around with Hwoarang quite a few times now after the initial acceptance that yeah, he was totally crushing on a guy and he now wouldn’t mind getting near a dick if he could get off to someone as good-looking as Hwoarang... If only that were the case.

Maybe... Just maybe, he wanted a little bit more.

Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve should stop being greedy. Besides, he was having such a good dream. He’s in his bed, wrapped with warm blankets as he feels strong arms envelop him and Steve himself is wrapping his arms around someone. Feeling much like Hwoarang, his hands felt like the redhead’s, his physique pressed up against Steve own body felt good.

A groan escape’s Steve’s lips as he felt hair tickle against the crook of his neck. He felt ticklish and didn’t really want to be woken up from such a comforting sleep.

Yet, he felt lips touch his own, sweet  and fleeting that made the blond want to reciprocate and chase those lips that touched his.

Groggily, he opened his eyes at the greet. The blond was way too comforted and sleepy to actually want to wake up... Though, the sight before did prove to be better than any sleep.

Steve smiled, pulling Hwoarang closer as he kissed the other again, eyes falling shut from still being drowsy.