Silly Boys

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Title: Silly Boys
Author: Thea
Pairing: Yunchun
Word Count: 332
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Sap
Concrit: yes:)
Blame: the crack haptic campaign video featuring 2U>______<
Summary: silly boys = silly couple cuddling together and drinking wine = silly, silly love♥
A/N: This is rather pointless. and weird. yeah:)

 

They’re huddled together on the balcony in the big, white loveseat. A huge, woolen blanket covers Yoochun up to his neck and Yunho up to his knees. The younger band mate is currently attempting to steal Yunho’s body warmth and he winces when he feels the cold toes on his ankle.

 

A half-empty bottle of wine lies on the ledge along with two glasses. A soft kiss on his cheek, long fingers tickling his sides under the thin nightshirt and Yoochun laughs, low and amused. He’s nearly falling asleep but fighting it. Moments like these are rare what with all the rough sex and painful kisses. Long, slow and sweet is not what their relationship is all about.

 

“Yoochun,” The older man grumbles. “Love you and all that sappy shit but can we please have sex now?”

 

“Nope.” Yoochun states with an evil grin. “You need to learn to be more romantic, Yunho. And if you’re not willing to learn, then…never!”

 

Yunho looks rather horrified despite the cackling at his expense. “Oh, you wouldn’t dare!”

 

“I do dare,” Yoochun declares rather impudently. “Now why can’t we just sit like this for ten minutes and not have you pop a boner? I’m not stupid, y’know, you’ve been hard for the past ten minutes.”

 

“Evil, that’s what you are,” the older man pouts, trying to fight the blush creeping up his cheeks and miserably failing. “You’re topping next time. Do all the work. Ha!”

 

Another ten minutes pass by in comfortable silence. The fingers under Yoochun’s shirt start rubbing and caressing his stomach sensually. Soft, wet kisses are placed on his neck and Yoochun leans back, eyes closing and mouth falling open. One finger plays with his navel and it is then that Yoochun turns his head back. Their lips brush gently and Yunho pulls back before it becomes too heated.

 

“Slow,” He whispers quietly, eyes never leaving Yoochun’s. “We’re taking this slow.”

 

Yoochun leans into the hand rubbing his cheek and nods shakily.