not one to develop feelings easily, sangwoo had allowed himself to fall. fall for the man that supported his dreams. for the man that nursed his bruised body in the middle of a party. for the man that cared about his best friend. for the man that was not only intelligent, but the most loving partner he could have ever imagined for himself. he is so grateful to himself to allow his feelings to grow. exploring this new land called love.
“kyung…,” finger tips just gently grazing his lover’s pink pout. “how devoted are you to me? do you think you could prove it to me, love?” eyes lidded now, staring at the lovely lips that spill sweet words and tender kisses. his mind shifting into a darker plain…
“show me how you practice your religion for me…”
growing up, kyung had never been encouraged to engage in religion or anything similar to it. his mother was very much an atheist, and instead of speaking of a god above the skies she would tell him that god is in the words. as a child, he believed everything she told him as if they were the supreme truth, but now that he's an adult... he has his own beliefs and his own experiences to base his ideas from. for that reason, if someone were to ask him what he believes in, he would tell them that heaven isn't an unreachable place above the skies. heaven is a place on earth, and it changes for every individual. and up to this point, kyung had never gotten close to his own piece of heaven, until he met song sangwoo.
a glimpse of his personal paradise, looking at sangwoo always makes his heart beat faster and the world around them disappear completely; suddenly kyung feels blind, as if the only thing he's allowed to see is the face of the man that has stolen his heart from the moment they first met. he whispers confessions against sangwoo's ear as if they're prayers, as if all of his sins would be forgiven the moment his feelings were converted into spoken words. his hands touch the smooth and soft skin of sangwoo's body as if the surface is sacred and holy, as if he could taint the porcelain-like complexion with the dark red of his flawed nature.
sangwoo's arms are his heaven, and when he feels the gentle touch of his finger against his lips, kyung can't help but let a sweet and loving smile form on them. he listens to the words that sangwoo says with attention, eyes focused on the younger man's as he moves closer and closer until their lips meet in a slow and tender kiss. kyung feels like he's dead when they kiss, he feels like he's being held by god himself and god is the man underneath him at that moment. he is devoted, he means it.
he's devoted to song sangwoo, as if he's the next messiah, the personification of the creator of everything that exists in the world: light and darkness, earth and ocean, love and passion. he is all of it, he's everything. and his every word is law, his every desire is an order, and kyung is willing to give him everything he could ever ask for.
"of course," his voice is a whisper again, quiet and breathy against sangwoo's lips. "ask me anything and i'll give it to you." his hands continue to wander, touching the other man's skin while he presses kisses on sangwoo's cheek, then his jawline, his neck... where he leaves his marks, signs that he was there, letting himself paint the beautiful surface with reds and purples, that he knows his lover will appreciate and showcase later.
"are you sure you want me to show you, baby?"
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