#thursdayism

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— “those are a lot of questions,” jongdae said, brows raising at the various inquiries from the other. taking a moment to ponder his answer, though they were valid questions, he never really understood why asking them was important…but nonetheless, he’ll answer.

“some of my favorite things about bijoux….” he started, “his personality because he brightens up my life, reminds me that there’s somewhere outside the sterile lab. another would be that arrogant air about him, i warn him about it but he pulls of arrogance well. he’s caring, and loving and attentive, i like that about him…he’s good looking, well built and kinda hard to take your eyes off of,” jongdae hummed, drumming his fingers lightly against the desk, “he’s got beautiful eyes, really nice. or maybe i’m biased because that was all i used to see before he took off that mask,” he shrugged.

“what he could improve on…toning down his arrogance? i mean, he’s gotten into trouble because of it and i’ve warned him about it,” jongdae shook his head, “though meek and humble just doesn’t seem to suit him so i’m not quite sure…” the male continued, “but definitely his arrogance and cockiness, but i’m pretty sure they’re the same thing…i have to google that to make sure though,”

a pause to ponder the next question, “mm…everywhere? there isn’t a specific place i want to go with him, i want to go everywhere with him. adventures are fun when you have someone to share it with, right?” jongdae inquired, “but if i had to choose, probably somewhere in europe…i’d like to visit the homes of some of the scientists i’ve admired for so long.” he nodded, “ah, but also japan….i hear the scenery there is really pretty in the spring.”

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baron got: 14 - suck along the hips

( suho ) — their positions were usually switched, with junmyeon under the other but today, junmyeon managed the upper hand ( or maybe baron just let him have it ). his fingers danced lightly over baron’s exposed torso, following the dips and rises of baron’s toned body and where his fingers touched, a kiss was placed. nipping softly at the collarbone and leaving small markings, he was careful to not place them where baron couldn’t cover them.

it was often baron who’s taking care of junmyeon but the elder decided that perhaps it was time to pay the other back for being so kind and attentive to him. silently worshiping the other’s body as if he was worshiping baron’s presence, his soft gestures guided him south; baron’s pants hung lowly, allowing the crest of his hips to show above the waist band.

fingers tracing over the dip at baron’s navel, junmyeon kissed along baron’s hip, nipping at the skin and sucking marks as he tugged at the other’s pants. junmyeon intended to leave a masterpiece painted in various shades of red on baron’s skin tonight, in return of the wonderful paintings that baron often left on his skin in varying colors.

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bijoux got: 7 – scratches

( chen ) — most of the time, jongdae was VERY careful about leaving marks on bijoux but there were times he was so lost in the heat of the moment that he’d forget. now, he knew bijoux liked it when jongdae peppered his skin with constellations of red but the last thing jongdae wanted was to get bijoux in trouble at work ( having witnessed the man come home with a red cheek once or twice ).

but tonight…

tonight, jongdae’s voice echoed off the walls as he clung to bijoux for his life. his words hardly coherent as he begged the other to spare him, moans with a mangled version of bijoux’s name falling from his swollen lips as his hand sought purchase in something…he had his arms around bijoux but now he was clawing at the other’s back. blunt nails dragging down bijoux’s back as his back arched off the mattress, head thrown back in bliss.

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( chen ) --- wearing nothing but a shirt and boxers wasn’t an uncommon sight in his apartment ( given, he was usually the one wearing a shirt and bijoux wearing the pants ). jongdae had managed to untangle himself from bijoux and threw on the first thing his hand touched on the ground -- bijoux’s shirt.

pulling the clothing article over his head, he was engulfed in a scent that was distinctly his boyfriend’s and for some reason, a sense of security washed over him. the shirt was a little too big for his small frame, it obscured jongdae’s physique and it almost seemed like a short dress on his person. the hem of his boxer briefs peeked out from the bottom of the shirt whenever he stretched his arms; just long enough to cover the top of his thighs and showing off a whole lot of legs.

not that he cared, it was comfortable and it made him feel safe...

padding softly towards the kitchen to make breakfast, the cool air hit his bare legs ( making him shiver lightly ). contemplating pants, jongdae looked at the discarded pajama pants on the floor before opting against it...something about just wearing his boyfriend’s shirt made him a little mischievous, how long would bijoux last before jongdae was dragged back to bed for round whatever...

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( chen ) — he had been snappy & impatient recently and bijoux was often on the receiving end of his unwarranted anger. jongdae had been working on a case that was taking way too long to complete, with the investigators on his ass for answers and everyone looking to him for guidance, he was lacking proper sleep ( he still slept, bijoux made sure of that ) and lacking proper rest.

his tiredness fueled his impatience and unwillingness to breathe. jongdae had been pouring over the mass amounts of paper ( now strewn everywhere on the table surface ), one hand holding papers and the other furiously scribbling down notes; hand only ever pausing to rub at his eye.

his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and his glasses situated on the tip of his nose, jogdae’s eyes darted between the papers in his left hand and the pen in his right. brows furrowed in concentration, he never felt someone come up behind him. it wasn’t until he felt a shadow loom over his seated figure and hands reaching out to grab his work from his hands that he realized bijoux was hovering over him.

patience worn thin, jongdae was ready to turn around and snap at his boyfriend when he was pulled out from his seat, picked up and dumped ( carefully ) on the couch in front of the tv. he was too stunned to be snappy, a blanket was tossed over him; draping over him like a veil and another body joined him on the couch.

bijoux wrapped himself around jongdae ( effectively preventing the scientist from leaving ) and pulled the smaller towards himself. “bijoux…” he started but was immediately hushed  by a chaste kiss. the sound from the tv drew jongdae’s attention to the screen, curious as to what bijoux had started playing…

ah…that episode of a drama jongdae started a few weeks ago…he was so busy recently, he missed the airing of the newer episodes – bijoux had kindly recorded it for him.

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