[Rosa lets Luke dress like this already so it's really all up to Eunyoo... SAVE THEM, JUDGMENTAL TEENAGER
He's ready for Eunhyuk's kiss, and he meets him without hesitation, drawing his tongue across Eunhyuk's lips to coax them apart. The warmth of him is such a novelty, still. Maybe it was crazy, the way Luke hadn't really minded the lack of it, before--but if he couldn't get enough then, he's downright insatiable now, more than a little obsessed with the proof of Eunhyuk's restored humanity.
Even if his hands are warm, his touch still makes Luke shiver. And for a moment, it's tempting to let his thoughts disperse with each stroke of Eunhyuk's fingertips. It's not like he'd made concrete plans beyond giving Eunhyuk the album, after all? Nothing would be ruined if he decided to lay back and let Eunhyuk do as he pleases.
But... no. Not this time. His grin loses its sharp edges as overwhelming affection overtakes him, and he sits up, wrapping his arms around Eunhyuk to pull him closer. He nudges Eunhyuk's knees a little farther apart as if to settle him on his lap instead.]
You show me that every day. [He sees it in Eunhyuk's sleeping face beside him every morning, in the fridge full of ingredients Luke didn't buy and the clothes that have mixed with his own. Eunhyuk has settled so beautifully into his home, as if his presence perfectly filled in holes that Luke hadn't even known were there.
He shows it like this, too, and it's not like Luke is complaining, but--] This time, it's my turn.
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He's ready for Eunhyuk's kiss, and he meets him without hesitation, drawing his tongue across Eunhyuk's lips to coax them apart. The warmth of him is such a novelty, still. Maybe it was crazy, the way Luke hadn't really minded the lack of it, before--but if he couldn't get enough then, he's downright insatiable now, more than a little obsessed with the proof of Eunhyuk's restored humanity.
Even if his hands are warm, his touch still makes Luke shiver. And for a moment, it's tempting to let his thoughts disperse with each stroke of Eunhyuk's fingertips. It's not like he'd made concrete plans beyond giving Eunhyuk the album, after all? Nothing would be ruined if he decided to lay back and let Eunhyuk do as he pleases.
But... no. Not this time. His grin loses its sharp edges as overwhelming affection overtakes him, and he sits up, wrapping his arms around Eunhyuk to pull him closer. He nudges Eunhyuk's knees a little farther apart as if to settle him on his lap instead.]
You show me that every day. [He sees it in Eunhyuk's sleeping face beside him every morning, in the fridge full of ingredients Luke didn't buy and the clothes that have mixed with his own. Eunhyuk has settled so beautifully into his home, as if his presence perfectly filled in holes that Luke hadn't even known were there.
He shows it like this, too, and it's not like Luke is complaining, but--] This time, it's my turn.