[ Though Zhao had several inches on him, he curled up next to Joon-gi and buried his face against his chest. Joon-gi reached up and stroked his hair with one hand, holding him close. He felt so small and fragile within the circle of his arms.
Joon-gi stayed awake long after he heard Zhao's breathing even out. He stared into the dimness of the room, holding Zhao close, afraid to close his eyes. Because once the darkness claimed him, this moment would be lost forever.
But he couldn't fight off sleep forever. Eventually, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.
Joon-gi awoke several hours later to near-total darkness. Thin shafts of light poured through the gaps in the blinds, and Joon-gi realized that it must be evening because the street lights were on.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, blinking. He'd slept so deeply for once that he actually remembered his dream—
Warmth spread across his face as he recalled how Zhao had been stretched beneath him, helpless and stripped of his pride as he begged for Joon-gi's cock. He took a deep breath and pushed that thought aside, trying not to linger over the pleasurable feelings it evoked.
He rolled over, stretching his arm out to reach for Zhao, only to find his side of the bed empty. Joon-gi bolted upright, his stomach twisting into knots as several thoughts collided in his head all at once. First, he'd slept through the alarm. Second, the mind-blowing sex he'd experienced earlier wasn't just some vivid dream. Third, Zhao was missing.
He pulled on a t-shirt and underwear, not even bothering to put on his face or fix his hair before leaving the bedroom. He made his way to the living room, pausing when he heard Zhao speaking in the gentlest of tones: "Come here, stinky, take the goddamn bottle."
Joon-gi cautiously approached and saw Zhao seated comfortably on the couch, feeding the kitten once more. Maybe she was getting used to it, or maybe Zhao simply had a more steady hand, but it looked like she had hardly spilled anything on herself.
Carefully, Joon-gi perched on the opposite side of the couch, drawing one leg beneath him, and simply watched in silence.
Eventually, he said: ] You let me sleep through the alarm.
[ Not accusatory. Just a simple statement of facts. And, perhaps, an awkward way to break the ice. ]
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Date: 2024-09-25 08:53 pm (UTC)Joon-gi stayed awake long after he heard Zhao's breathing even out. He stared into the dimness of the room, holding Zhao close, afraid to close his eyes. Because once the darkness claimed him, this moment would be lost forever.
But he couldn't fight off sleep forever. Eventually, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.
Joon-gi awoke several hours later to near-total darkness. Thin shafts of light poured through the gaps in the blinds, and Joon-gi realized that it must be evening because the street lights were on.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, blinking. He'd slept so deeply for once that he actually remembered his dream—
Warmth spread across his face as he recalled how Zhao had been stretched beneath him, helpless and stripped of his pride as he begged for Joon-gi's cock. He took a deep breath and pushed that thought aside, trying not to linger over the pleasurable feelings it evoked.
He rolled over, stretching his arm out to reach for Zhao, only to find his side of the bed empty. Joon-gi bolted upright, his stomach twisting into knots as several thoughts collided in his head all at once. First, he'd slept through the alarm. Second, the mind-blowing sex he'd experienced earlier wasn't just some vivid dream. Third, Zhao was missing.
He pulled on a t-shirt and underwear, not even bothering to put on his face or fix his hair before leaving the bedroom. He made his way to the living room, pausing when he heard Zhao speaking in the gentlest of tones: "Come here, stinky, take the goddamn bottle."
Joon-gi cautiously approached and saw Zhao seated comfortably on the couch, feeding the kitten once more. Maybe she was getting used to it, or maybe Zhao simply had a more steady hand, but it looked like she had hardly spilled anything on herself.
Carefully, Joon-gi perched on the opposite side of the couch, drawing one leg beneath him, and simply watched in silence.
Eventually, he said: ] You let me sleep through the alarm.
[ Not accusatory. Just a simple statement of facts. And, perhaps, an awkward way to break the ice. ]