I WANT THE K [ Crosses fingers for the dementor kiss.]
A drunken haze filled into his senses, tugging sharply at the only source of comfort that reminded him of his heritage; demons didn’t get drunk. In fact, that was the absolute most ridiculous notion anyone could have grasped upon in terms of a graceless concept. He wasn’t a demon, though— half, to a bit of sober disappointment. At this point, the only things Kyuhyun found himself blissfully aware of were his sudden need, the heat clawing at his cheeks mercilessly in a flustered touch of shameless lack in the general term— sober, and the fact that a pair of pink, perfectly-shaped lips were in his line of sight.
A wicked grin curved the corners of his own upwards as his gaze rose tiredly, “Come… here.” More of an order than anything, slim fingers brushed against the younger’s cheek, slipping into a tangle, griping weakly at the soft locks.
He didn’t know whether or not if he should have kissed the boy, so he didn’t— barely; the affection bubbling within him was undoubtedly strange, and he was well aware as he dipped his head, ignoring the clear expression portraying confusion. With the half smirk refraining from leaving his lips, he fit them carefully against the younger in a subtle, near absent kiss.
"Stay," he murmured against the supple pair of lips brushing against his. Parting the pair, a semi-blunt row of pearly whites sank unto a gentle nibble upon Taehyung’s lower lip. Gaze mischievous, he focused on the other’s expression, trying desperately to etch the image to memory— the one he was sure to forget. Fingertips slipping back towards the warm cheeks in a cup, he set the lip free, pressing an array of kisses against the boy’s lips between words, "You’re still so cute."
Narrowing his eyes, the ebony-haired picked at the fabric of his shirt, a brow raising almost incredulously as the boy in front of him altered from an upright Indian-esque position to flat on his back, head turned in an attempt to catch the elder’s attention. “Honestly—”
"Do the breathing thing too, Kyuhyun-kun~" Taehyung continued as he if he hadn’t heard the half demon speak. "You gotta’ look scary when you do it so I feel like you’re trying to actually steal my soul."
"I didn’t even watch Harry Potter." Shameless lies, he spoke to himself as he kneeled himself over the the one who seemed to be drowning in excitement. "What if I kill you—" To be quite frank, he was simply bubbling in embarrassment, unsure as to how he was supposed to go about a Dementor’s Kiss. "I mean, what if I inhale too much?"
"You won’t do that, just get it over with." Taehyung assured with a bright smile; one hew was rather skilled in flashing.
"But nothing it’ll only take three seconds and then you just—" Deciding against the idea of letting the boy speak any longer, his back arched, fingers pressing sharply against the floor upon either sides of the younger’s head as his own tilted to fit the open mouth. As their lips touched, he inhaled painfully slow, feeling the touch of a hot breath slip against the contours of his throat.
