(( inviting moonshik to spend christmas together was an accident. it isn't that he didn't want to spend time with the other boy — god knows they've been spending more time together than he thought they would after the disastrous misfired text. seung certainly didn't expect it would rekindle... so much.
so much that they stubbornly didn't discuss because he couldn't hurt moonshik again if it was just about sex. sex while trying to salvage something — friendship, maybe? — out of their former catastrophic relationship. at least things weren't awkward when moonshik's writhing on egyptian cotton sheets and clinging to seung like his very life depends on it. how can things get awkward if they don't have time to think on them and their mouths are employed in far more pleasurable pursuits than talking?
well, at least seung wasn't expecting this to be like some cheesy hallmark movie. there's no delusion that moonshik's going to suddenly realize he's still in love with seung after everything that's happened... it would be nice though... they could've picked out a tree and decorated it together. instead they had microwave dinners and decided to curl up on the couch to watch movies.
seung's trying so hard to prove he can be a normal, decent person around moonshik; that every time they meet doesn't have to end up with them screwing again (not that he's complaining! sex with moonshik is on another level — probably because of all of seung's unspoken feelings welling up again). but it's important to him that moonshik know he's more than that to seung.
ah, but moonshik's so close, seung can smell all the paints and whatever other weird chemicals he uses for his art on him. he can never quite shake that scent, not for long anyway. and the natural musk of him buried beneath it. that's what's driving seung mad. well, that and moonshik's head in his lap. nevermind that seung invited it and absently combed and twirled his fingers through that split-dyed hair. ))
Oh, um, I wasn't sure if it's okay, but I got you a present.
@splats
so much that they stubbornly didn't discuss because he couldn't hurt moonshik again if it was just about sex. sex while trying to salvage something — friendship, maybe? — out of their former catastrophic relationship. at least things weren't awkward when moonshik's writhing on egyptian cotton sheets and clinging to seung like his very life depends on it. how can things get awkward if they don't have time to think on them and their mouths are employed in far more pleasurable pursuits than talking?
well, at least seung wasn't expecting this to be like some cheesy hallmark movie. there's no delusion that moonshik's going to suddenly realize he's still in love with seung after everything that's happened... it would be nice though... they could've picked out a tree and decorated it together. instead they had microwave dinners and decided to curl up on the couch to watch movies.
seung's trying so hard to prove he can be a normal, decent person around moonshik; that every time they meet doesn't have to end up with them screwing again (not that he's complaining! sex with moonshik is on another level — probably because of all of seung's unspoken feelings welling up again). but it's important to him that moonshik know he's more than that to seung.
ah, but moonshik's so close, seung can smell all the paints and whatever other weird chemicals he uses for his art on him. he can never quite shake that scent, not for long anyway. and the natural musk of him buried beneath it. that's what's driving seung mad. well, that and moonshik's head in his lap. nevermind that seung invited it and absently combed and twirled his fingers through that split-dyed hair. ))
Oh, um, I wasn't sure if it's okay, but I got you a present.