Lay/ D.O: Late mornings (but it's ok)
Title: Late mornings (but it's ok)
Pairing: D.O/Lay
Genre: romance
Prompt: Sunday mornings by Maroon 5
Rating: PG
Notes: made rebloggable by request. For sujuliette
Kyungsoo stirs and wakes to the feeling of warm morning light dappling his bare chest. He sits up, running a hand through his short hair and and checks the alarm. It’s 20 minutes before eight, his usual time to start cleaning. But usually he's up before this, preparing for Yixing's departure.
Speaking of Yixing... he looks around.and wonders what had woken him.
Then he hears it again. The soft strumming of a guitar coming from the balcony brings a smile to his lips.
The hardwood floor is cold against his warm feet as he makes his way to the balcony, slipping an arm through the sleeve of a button-up shirt over his dark jeans.
Sitting in the open air and breeze teasing his chestnut hair, Yixing smiles in acknowledgement but his piano fingers don’t stop moving, sweet voice never faltering.
Resting his shoulder against the door frame, Kyungsoo watches as the other’s fingers gracefully sweep across the strings, his heart almost skipping a beat as the familiar sounds fill his ears.
Yixing’s chest is exposed from the way he leans over the glossy wooden instrument in his white tank top, the muscles in his arms evident and slightly flexed from the way he holds his guitar. His soft grin graces his smooth features. Kyungsoo has to hold himself back from pressing his full lips lovingly into his dimple.
The older’s eyes shine with morning light, and his hair is messy—reminiscent of the night the two had shared hours ago. Kyungsoo feels like his heart is going to burst.
Glancing up, Yixing’s eyes meet his lover’s and he understands the wordless request in those dark depths.
Soon, their voices melt together with the dulcet tones of the guitar, accompanied by the light morning breeze surround them. It doesn't even matter what they are singing. The world pauses in its orbit a moment to listen.
When the last note had faded away, Kyungsoo meets Yixing’s eyes that are alight with mischief.
“Sorry,” the older says, putting the instrument away. “I turned off your alarm. You just looked so comfortable…”
“It’s ok,” Kyungsoo says, beaming as he pulls a grinning Yixing back into the rush of blankets.
Cleaning can wait awhile longer.
