when the party’s over.
sian:
sian takes a couple of seconds to explore ju’s upper chest, fingertips barely grazing over his collarbones before the hunger kicks in again. the hand that still lays in ju’s neck grips on a little tighter, lips leaving a trial of kisses down ju’s jaw and neck before settling on a patch of skin he remembers being particularly touchy.
Right at this moment, there’s nothing else in Hyeonju’s mind other than Sian. Ah, how much he’s wanted to have the younger in his hands like that again, and this time being even better than the first time --- he’s sober, he’s fully conscious of his actions. And he can’t help but smile in the kiss when Sian pulls him against the desk again, where he leans on and pulls the younger even closer to his body. His arms make their way around Sian’s small frame and keep both bodies pressed together, with no intentions of pulling them apart.
He chuckles after he hears Sian complain about his tie and he interrupts the kiss just slightly so he speaks, “Don’t worry, I got that.” His voice is soft and quiet when he says that, and he doesn’t waste time to press their lips back together like they were before. He enjoys the feeling of the other male’s touch on his collarbones though, it sends soft little shivers down his spine and he tightens his hold onto Sian’s waist, pressing his fingertips into the fabric on Sian’s shirt as an encouragement to keep going, and so the other male does: the kisses he trails on Ju’s neck only make him shiver some more, and a low chuckle escapes from his parted lips when the younger male stops by a sensitive spot --- something Sian was probably very proud of finding.
But eventually, the commander moves his hands from the younger man’s waist and starts undoing Sian’s tie as well, making sure to unbutton his shirt all the way down until he’s able to pull the piece of clothing off of Sian’s body. The shirt falls to the floor and Hyeonju forgets about it immediately, as he brushes his fingertips all the way down Sian’s chest and abdomen until his hands are back on the other’s waist, and he goes back to holding the younger tight and close to him, but this time he digs his fingertips directly against Sian’s skin. Might redden up later.
“Sian,” he mumbles, leaning in to place a little kiss to the other’s cheek, and then another, and one to the corner of his lips. “Let me kiss you.”







