[It's such a sweet sentiment, but Luke laughs quietly against Eunhyuk's skin, pleased by the way he can feel it heating up. He doesn't respond right away, choosing instead to do exactly what Eunhyuk expects and sink his teeth into the same spot he always does, which will make it incredibly awkward if there are any customers tomorrow--but that's not Luke's problem? If Eunhyuk's embarrassed by the mark Luke's so intent on leaving below the curve of his jaw, just one of many more to come, well, he can just close the shop, as far as Luke's concerned.
He rocks his hips against Eunhyuk's as he pushes Eunhyuk's shirt up, slow and lazy, like they have all the time in the world. It's a far cry from the urgency he'd felt on the ship, the ever-present knowledge that they had to make the most of their time together, just in case it was all they'd get. Eunhyuk's hands leave trails of fire across his body, and Luke finds himself drawn to it like he's seeking a lit hearth on a winter night. He shifts to press into Eunhyuk's touch, as sensitive as ever but too hungry for contact to care.
When he's finally satisfied with his handiwork, he pulls back just enough to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the bruise he'd created, murmuring low enough that Eunhyuk might feel his words more than he'll hear them.]
You know that's not what I meant. [He splays his hand over Eunhyuk's chest, pressing down to feel his heartbeat.] I think I've let you get away with too much.
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He rocks his hips against Eunhyuk's as he pushes Eunhyuk's shirt up, slow and lazy, like they have all the time in the world. It's a far cry from the urgency he'd felt on the ship, the ever-present knowledge that they had to make the most of their time together, just in case it was all they'd get. Eunhyuk's hands leave trails of fire across his body, and Luke finds himself drawn to it like he's seeking a lit hearth on a winter night. He shifts to press into Eunhyuk's touch, as sensitive as ever but too hungry for contact to care.
When he's finally satisfied with his handiwork, he pulls back just enough to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the bruise he'd created, murmuring low enough that Eunhyuk might feel his words more than he'll hear them.]
You know that's not what I meant. [He splays his hand over Eunhyuk's chest, pressing down to feel his heartbeat.] I think I've let you get away with too much.