Sleepy Head (drabble)
[11:47 P.M.]
His skin tasted sweet as you gently took it between your teeth and pressed your canines down against it, only a nip, not enough to leave a mark, but hard enough that it would somewhat make him jolt. It did exactly as it hoped you would, too, when Wonho's unconscious body gave a twitch and he let out a close-mouthed moan, not necessarily one of pleasure, but more of a noise that one makes as they wake up.
You feel yourself grin against his bare shoulder.
It is pretty late, you know that, you see that, with the soft cloak of darkness shadowing over the room, as well as the few crickets chirping with the pitter patter of rain outside your window, but late at night is always the best time to mess with your boyfriend. Hovering over him from his left side, him lying on his back with his arms slightly spread, you move down to settle between his open thighs before leaning in to mouth at his outline. It twitches against your lips, and you look up through your lashes to see Wonho's face morph into an overwhelmed frown; his eyes are still closed tight, groggy noises originating from his throat when you drag your tongue against the thin cloth of his boxers, and beginning to lazily grasp at things in his sleep.
It's cute, you can't help but think. You mean, look at him. He's so clueless, so whiny as you slide back up to kiss at his neck and cheek, hand doing the rest and slipping past his waistband to wrap around him.
"My good boy..," you coo into his ear, clicking your tongue when you feel him snake his arms around your back to hug you to his front, panting and slowly waking up, "Shh, all you have to do is sit there and be good for me, okay? Can you do that?"
"Yes," Wonho chokes out, burying his face into your shoulder, "I'll be good. I promise I'll be good."
"I know you will. You always are."