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𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢.

“heeseung, my heeseung.”

heeseung laughs heartily at that. “you say my name like a prayer.”

eyes going soft, sunghoon goes to place a kiss just under heeseung's jaw. he drags his lips upward, coating heeseung's skin in open mouthed kisses; never once leaving any inches behind. because this is 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. he is worshipping the owner of his soul, and he'll shower heeseung with the love his every cells made and produced.

“i am,” Sunghoon breathes against his cheek. he kisses it too, a tad bit softer than the rest. “i'm praying at the moment, love.”

every mewling sound heeseung gives off at his touch, goes straight into his pants. it's damn tight, and yet he finds himself does not really care. because heeseung's comfort and pleasure, is his utmost priority.

“i love you,” he rasps.

heeseung closes his eyes, and he watches at the red hue adorning his soft cheeks. he is so pretty, and sunghoon's so in love with him. he kisses the boy's right eye, too. nosing at his eyebrow, and chanting the love against the bridge of his nose.

“i love you, lee heeseung.”

“you are such a sap.”

sunghoon giggles at the remark. all breathy, and he feels heeseung shudders at that. this time, heeseung's left eye gets smooched instead.

“i know,” he simply says. his right hand, comes up to cradle his baby's cheek fondly. he witnesses how heeseung turns to nuzzle against his palm. like tiny kitten snuggling against it's mother. mesmerized, sunghoon's about to burst from the affection building up in his chest. it hurts. it hurts him in a good way.

“sunghoon.”

“yeah?”

and yet, heeseung's ignoring him. the boy grasps his wrist and moves to kiss his knuckles instead. gentle, like he's about to break sometimes soon.

“sunghoon.”

“here.” sunghoon dives down to breathe in heeseung's natural scent. he dares himself to lick a stripe across heeseung's neck, and the boy mewls like a cat in heat. he cherishes the sound deep in his mind.

“sunghoon.”

“here,” he whispers. never once getting tired of answering the call. he'll reach back everytime; making sure heeseung knows he's loved, with every of his beings.

heeseung kisses his palm, and sends 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 to be known by the world. “sunghoon.” he hiccups. “sunghoon, i love you.”

heart feels so full and soaring high, 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣, 9.52 pm.