@suhoja asked: [ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering (siwon 🙂↕️)
It's rare the dorms are so empty, he usually spends more time at his own place anyways than the groups' main place, but today he figured most of them would be gone. He had left a party early and the dorms were simply closer and he wanted to go in and take a good rest. Seeing Daeyang there felt strange, and curious. Siwon is aware that he had been teasing and pulling the other's patience and strings along most days for a while now. "Hyung. Why are you still up?" He calls out, doing his best to be nonchalant; even as he drinks water, letting the coldness ease up down his throat, a few drops of it falling to the side of his mouth.
He rambles on about everything he can, about why he was there, about the party, excusing himself why he was there; the thought that perhaps Dae was there to be alone and practice up new songs, he is ready to pick up his things, apologize and leave. But in the middle of it all, he feels a pull through his wrist, fingers wrapped around it as his body falls through. His brain haywires a little, dizzy from the move, when Dae adjust him with such ease, handling him to settling in his lap and the first thing he feels after the initial shock is the wandering hand under his shirt. His back is not exactly pretty now, damp from the air and the party, slightly sticky already from drying off. But Dae is touching him, wandering hand pressing on, while the other weights down on his thigh.
Unable to stop himself from biting his lip, a choked gasp from his lips, eyes finds dark ones through the dim light. "Dae. You know it was all just a joke. . right?" It's a lie really. While the fans joke about it, and so does he, the obvious crush and attention he gives to Dae is painfully clear. Even more so now that he is pressed down, hands wandering, sending a wave of goosebumps through it. "Hyung. . .you are not angry, are you?" Teeth brace over his bottom lip, stifling a whine, hands coming to press on the other's shoulders, not sure if to press closer or move away.
