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'He knows doesn't he Milo?' He muttered to the bear, fixing the bow around his neck.Īlthough he felt flushed and hot all over. Tucking it to his chest he let out a sigh.

He sat up quickly, looking around and patting his bed to find his teddy bear that fell astray in the night. Breaths heaving in his chest like he ran a marathon and finally took a break. Tickling his nose and lips with beams of light that trickled through the leaves of the tree outside his bedroom.Īll he could do was stare at the ceiling and spread out his limbs like a beached starfish. The sun was bright, filtering in his room through his sheer curtains. Fingers played with his hair and pulled him in closer and closer. Not minding the awkward way Hueningkai was awkwardly shifting his around in inexperience. It was wet and hot the way Soobin's tongue was exploring his mouth. Slipping into his mouth and entangled with his own and he could practically feel his heart in his throat. And this time he let the tongue swipe across his bottom lip.

Hueningkai took a deep breath, leaning in once more to kiss the other. His heart skipped a beat, breath stuttering in his lungs. He jumped back for a second, eyes screwed tight to scared to look at the response. He pressed another kiss to Soobin's lips, staying there longer before he felt the slip of tongue across his bottom lip. Boiling over with large bubbles that slipped over the stove and created a mess. His heart was pounding, insides heating up like he was boiling water in a pot. The corner of his lips and right down the middle. Moving slightly, the slope of his nose rubbed across the elder's cheek as he kissed closer.

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Whether it was the feeling of the ocean against his leg or his old home he remembers nothing of but the way the windows looked. Just glimmers of light and some pieces of a dream he could piece together. Hueningkai couldn’t remember what happened earlier in the dreams to figure out what led to this. A chaste peck across his cheek or sometimes right on his plush lips. After a long weird and winding dream, he'd kiss Soobin softly just like this. Like a blindfold had been tied around his face but he couldn’t feel it or take it off.īut usually, it always ended like this. And Hueningkai wasn't sure if it was because he was too scared even in dreams to face him, or real him was trying to stop these dreams from happening to begin with. The soft round eyes that always seemed to capture his own and his soft cheeks pulling up into a smile wasn't visible. Like the soft spritz of his cologne right across his collarbone. He smelled like rain and the rosy fabric softener he always washes his laundry for. And he didn't know what he looked like though, it felt dark and fuzzy but he knew it was Soobin. Like Soobin was smiling at this action of Hueningkai's lips against his skin. It was soft and smooth and he could feel the dimple forming underneath his lips at the contact. Was it dark or light? It felt fuzzy.Īll he knew was that he was pressing his chapped lips to the elder's face. He sat somewhere with Soobin across from him, knees clashing against each other like rocks in a pond. But he was somewhere, with his best friend and that was the only thing that grounded him. Just open air for miles where his lungs felt so light yet so heavy that they’d collapse to the floor below. Doesn't remember what part of his dream led to it either.Īll he knows is that he's slowly leaning into Soobin's space and pressing a soft peck to his cheek.ĭreams for Hueningkai usually felt like he was on the clouds, or somewhere in space.