Content: mentions/implications of sex, lots of fluff (by my standards anyway), mentions of Dongmyeong being a sub, it gets a tiny bit ~spicy~, gender neutral reader
Sun peeked through the curtains as you turned to look at Dongmyeong again. The boy laid sprawled across your bed, legs brushing yours, and sheets barely covering him. You held back a laugh as your gaze trailed across his bare skin. A soft moan slipped through his plump lips as he shifted, curling into your side.
"Good morning kitten." His face flushed as he buried himself in your shoulder.
"Morning."
"How'd you sleep?"
"Great, you?"
"Me too." He hummed when your brought your fingers up to tangle in his soft hair.
"How come you get clothes and I don't?"
"If I remember correctly, someone was too tired to put anything on after his bath," you said with a soft laugh. He hit your chest playfully and rolled over again.
"That's your fault."
"Then don't keep asking for more next time."
"Yah!!" Dongmyeong pouted, throwing his pillow at you. "Don't say stuff like that."
"It's true though!" He huffed, moving to the edge of the bed to pout more (if that was even possible). With a soft gasp and another dusting of pink on his cheeks, he pulled the sheets up over his chest. "Someone's feeling shy~"
"Why didn't you tell me I wasn't covered, that was so embarrassing-" his complaint was cut off when you pressed a short kiss to the corner of his mouth. He moved back to snuggle into you again, making sure the sheet covered his front. He hummed when you wrapped am arm around him to let him cuddle into you more.
"That would probably work better if your ass wasn't hanging out, Myeong." He squeaked in surprise when you reached over him to pull the sheets up.
"When do we have to get up?"
"Depends on how sore you are."
"So we don't have to do anything today?" You laughed at the hopeful look he sent you.
"I didn't think I went that hard on you."
"Stop laughing!" He stuck his bottom lip out further, grinning when you gently swiped across it with your thumb. He leaned into you even more. Your hand trailed down his back to rest on his waist.
"We don't have to do anything unless you want to."
"I want to kiss you."
"Nothing's stopping you."
"I can't reach." You tried your best to hold back the chuckle rising in your throat as you leaned in to connect your lips. He moaned, pressing himself into you until your chests touched. His hands found your shirt in a desperate attempt to steady himself. You parted with a gentle nip on his bottom lip, letting him catch his breath.
"Look at my pretty boy~" He rolled on top of you, one leg on either side of you waist as he leaned into you again.
"Can we...?"
"What happened to being sore?" He shrugged.
"It's not like it'll go away yet," he pecked your lips, "might as well have fun."
