night terror,
@luckyblck
the shutter clicks loudly in the silence-- and briefly carnage pauses in his photo taking, head cocking to the side to observe the younger’s form for a moment. there doesn’t seem to be a change in his breathing, or a shift in his features. he waits a long moment, watching and waiting until he deems it safe, and snaps another picture, and then another. there’s just something about the helplness of the other-- of lucky lost in his dreams, vulnerable and open for him to do whatever he want-- something that just makes his heart twitch and thoughts that are far too impure to say pollute his head.
locking his phone, he tosses it to the side, cupping his chin in his hand as he gazes down at the boy. watches the rise and fall of his chest, the slightest twitch in his face. trails his gaze down to his throat where he swallows in his sleep. his fingers twitch at his sides.
“lucky,” he murmurs after a moment of staring. he shifts on the bed, sitting up straighter and scooting closer to the younger. he peers down at the other, expression thoughtful and pensive as he gazes. one hand lifts, fingers carding through the other’s hair gently. “hyung’s bored.”
a lack of response causes him to narrow his eyes. his lips purse, his nails scratching in a soothing motion on the scalp of the younger. “lucky,” he tries again-- and this time his fingers tighten in the tresses of his hair, tugging sharply for a moment as his voice sharpens a bit. “wake up,”
