Maybe he was just feeling rather ambitious or perhaps there was someone screeching in the back of his mind (possibly Himchan) telling him that he should wear the current little outfit that was tucked away in his backpack. With a smirk, he used his own set of keys to enter into Daehyun’s house as he attempted to be as quiet as possible- or at least make sure the other knew someone was here. “Dae!” He called out, only to hear the shower water running from his bathroom. Perfect. Deviously, the musica stalked his way into the others bedroom and begun putting together his planned out look for his boyfriend in hopes of surprising him.
Dark coffee irises watched as the showerhead ceased its splashing. A cold shower was what he thought he had needed and it somewhat helped soothe his little problem but he figured after twenty minutes in the wash if nothing was helping he might as well just take care of it himself. His right hand was his best friend next to Zelo who took care of his other social problems… The Fallen sighed as he combed back his dark hair with his fingers before draping a towel over his shoulders. He stepped out of the shower and headed back into his room.
Except he wished he hadn’t because the minute he did, the image he never dared to conjure up burned into his mind and just stayed there. He doubted he could get past this now that Chanhee was literally sprawled out oh-so-conveniently on his bed in nothing but a fucking apron. The red on his cheeks burned and he was pretty sure his uncovered lower regions were doing the same. God dammit. Daehyun could only hope that his boyfriend hadn’t come dressed like that but the little backpack on his drawer spoke volumes so he assumed safely that this entire getup was meant for the eyes of Jung Daehyun only. His tongue crept out as he licked his lips in want. Honestly, it took less than a second for the Fallen to hover over his boyfriend, and it took less than another second for his fingers to weasel their way up the apron as they left their gentle but teasing mark along the surface of Chanhee’s skin.
“Wipe off that smirk because if you expect to leave this room untouched, then you’re sadly mistaken,” he whispered, his breath ghosting past Chanhee’s ear as his free hand gathered both of the other’s wrists and slammed them to the pillow above them. Fingers met and brushed past the cute nubs underneath the now loosened apron, ran swiftly down the body until they wrapped around the musica’s length. He gave it a squeeze and nibbled on Chanhee’s neck. “Aren’t you daring… Would you like to be fucked, Chanhee?”
