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He could feel his heartbeat quicken at the movement. With Potya so close, so comfortable against him, Yoosung could only melt upon hearing the sound escaping the taller male. It was nothing like what he could have prepared himself for. Having a girlfriend - in the sense that his parents had always talked about it - was nowhere near what he felt when pressed against his boyfriend. Even if they’d been encouraging when it come to finding someone else, they wouldn’t have been able to put that feeling into words. It was something he needed to experience for himself to truly understand.
The gamer nodded quickly and leaned into the other’s side with the playful pressure against his own. Everyone else could know – he preferred it if they did. “They will. We can make sure of it.” Letting everyone know that they were to keep their hands off his boyfriend? That would have been the highlight of the next twenty four hours. Possessiveness had already sunken in deep, even before they’d started their discussion; the fact that they were something official (and that they were going to be open about it) merely opened the floodgates that’d been holding it all back.
Whether they like it or not… The words echoed in his head after hearing them fall from Potya’s lips. Yes, he still loved his parents, but there was something so attractive about having a significant other that wouldn’t let anyone’s guidelines keep them apart. He really had stumbled into some kind of romance movie with the designer; the best relationship he could have hoped to end up in. Yoosung gave yet another nod – not trusting himself to respond without sounding as though he’d flooded every word with the same cheesiness that went into writing movies of that type. It was difficult to not feel like those were the right words to say, however. The warm feeling spreading over him made it almost impossible.
“Mne nravitsya tvoy brat…” he tested the words for himself despite not knowing what they meant. “Does that mean I’m never going to let you go, whether he likes it or not?” Features lit up and purple eyes sparkled at his use of Potya’s own words. It was all he could do to keep from giggling out of the nervous, bubbly feeling building in the pit of his stomach. Fingertips pushed into the older male’s hair, running through soft strands a few times only to settle against Plisetsky’s shoulders. “Cute is gwiyeobda,” the shorter began, leaning in to press kisses against Potya’s bottom lip. “And you won’t ever need permission… geunyang kiseu haejwo.” His smile widened. “Just kiss me.”
Yoosung’s warmth pushing in closer still didn’t feel like enough ( it probably never would ). His hand running along Yoosung’s back, Potya shifted it instead to rest atop the blond’s heart. Beneath his palm, he could feel the rhythmic drumming inside Yoosung’s chest, and his own syncing with it. There was an inherently calming sensation in the motion, one which proved itself to be both reassuring and exciting both at once. Yet again, where Yoosung was concerned, even the slightest of gestures carried a weight with it that felt insurmountable. Did Yoosung sense it, too? He was far too self-conscious to ask, for once nervous to hear the answer. Closing his eyes, Potya’s long lashes brushes against Yoosung’s skin, he ordained that it didn’t matter for the moment; he would simply enjoy it.
“Hm — I like the sound of that.” Regardless of the fact that he doubted anyone on campus was unaware of their attachment, it was sweet that Yoosung wanted to ensure they knew. “Maybe you should wear my hoodie, too, whenever yours is in the wash.” It was far more trendy than the plain one Yoosung usually threw on, even if it was more fashionable now due to the application of the patterns he had designed, and it would be be nice to receive it back with the scent of his boyfriend still clinging to it. “You’d look so cute.I can picture it in my head already.” The corners of Potya’s mouth rose. “Dunno if I could wear anything of yours. It’s probably all too small, yeah?” Perhaps he could fit into one of Yoosung’s longer shirts, although it would likely leave little to the imagination. Suitable for a club, maybe, yet not terribly comfortable for a class during the day.
Such thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Yoosung repeating his words back to him, coaxing his eyes open. The expression of absolute pleasure upon Yoosung’s countenance, even apparent in the other boy’s eyes, caused Potya’s heart to stutter. “Not exactly. If you wanted to say that, it’d be more like, Ya ne otpushchu yego, nesmotrya ni na chto.” Leaning into Yoosung’s soft touch in his hair, he couldn’t have stopped the flush reemerging on his skin, even if he tried. Why did everything with Yoosung feel so intimate? He could have the dirtiest sex possible, and never blush once. It was nothing like this. Was Potya losing his mind? He wouldn’t argue if someone suggested it, although he didn’t quite care.
After a moment of pursing his lips, he replicated the phrase Yoosung taught him. “Gwiyeobda.” For emphasis, Potya tapped the tip of his index finger to Yoosung’s nose. “Ya sobirayus' potselovat' tebya.” I’m gonna kiss you. His fingers then moved to run his thumb along Yoosung’s bottom lip before he captured it with his teeth; he only tugged on it lightly before they were kissing again, and he was straddling Yoosung’s hips in any attempt to meld the two of them together as completely as he was allowed to. Hands sliding into Yoosung’s hair, he breathed, “Ya mog by tselovat' tebya vechno i nikogda ne ostanavlivat'sya. I could kiss you forever and never stop.”
