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writetomyheart2015-10-07 08:30 pm
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[team sonic] formal
First words from Life Hack.
Title from Formal by Adam Black.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
“What are we going to do with all these leftover watermelon slices?” Yixuan is frowning at the remains of the buffet table, fruit on platters, cookies and cakes on trays, the massacred remains of a trifle in a bowl. Sungjoo hums.
"We could pack it all up and send it along to Yibo's dorm?" he suggests. It's a joke, but not really. Yibo just keeps growing; it's kind of crazy sometimes, even though he's far too old to still be growing, already on the second year of his undergrad, and his fellow dorm mates are no joke. Sungjoo still remembers the time he'd crashed in for an impromptu visit with two boxes of pepperoni pizza, extra cheese, only to turn around for a moment and look back to find that the pizzas had been completely devoured.
Yixuan looks thoughtful, tugging at the trailing end of the bowtie he's unready half unknotted, and Sungjoo swallows. Yixuan has always looked good in a suit, it's nothing new, but maybe it's the combination of everything going on today, the bachelor party for Wenhan and Seungyoun's wedding, the question that keeps popping up, every now and then, why aren't we married yet?—Sungjoo tucks the thoughts away in his head, neatly, and instead walks determinedly around the table, rounding on an unsuspecting Yixuan, half eaten cream puff oozing bits of cream of his lips as he swallows, tongue trailing over his lips and—
Sungjoo rests his hands on Yixuan's shoulders and licks the cream off Yixuan's lips instead.
Yixuan blinks, startled, almost stepping back a step but Sungjoo holds him steady.
"But we still have to clean—" Yixuan beings to protect, eyes darting sideways to look at all the food, the pile of dirty dishes, but Sungjoo doesn't let him finish, capturing his bottom lip with his teeth before pressing his mouth to Yixuan's.
There's silence in the room for a long moment, everyone else has gone home and it's just Yixuan and Sungjoo in Sungjoo's apartment, only the faint music from the radio, distant traffic trickling in through the open window and the sound of them breathing as they break apart, noses touching.
Sungjoo's fingers pluck at the buttons on Yixuan's collar as Yixuan's fingers creep beneath his shirt, "Why did we make this a black collar event?" he complains, and Yixuan has the temerity to laugh, his breath warm on Sungjoo's cheek.
"I seem to remember it was your idea," he says, eyes sparkling with amusement as he suceeds in untucking Sungjoo's shirt.
"Well for future reference, it's a terrible idea," Sungjoo complains, as his fingers keep fumbling with Yixuan's collar, "and why are your buttons so hard to unbutton?" Yixuan just laughs, gently nudging Sungjoo's fingers out of the way.
"Let's get this cleaned up and then I promise I'll remove this shirt that offends you so much by myself for your enjoyment," he promises, grinning, and Sungjoo huffs but grabs the stack of take out containers anyway, sneaking a kiss on the side of Yixuan's mouth before he darts away to start packing up the cut fruit.
Yixuan retaliates by tossing a wadded up paper napkin at him and Sungjoo just sticks out his tongue, tempted to upend the remains of the punch over Yixuan's head, but then they'll never finish cleaning up, and as good as Yixuan looks in a suit, Sungjoo knows for a fact that he looks even better out of it.
Title from Formal by Adam Black.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
“What are we going to do with all these leftover watermelon slices?” Yixuan is frowning at the remains of the buffet table, fruit on platters, cookies and cakes on trays, the massacred remains of a trifle in a bowl. Sungjoo hums.
"We could pack it all up and send it along to Yibo's dorm?" he suggests. It's a joke, but not really. Yibo just keeps growing; it's kind of crazy sometimes, even though he's far too old to still be growing, already on the second year of his undergrad, and his fellow dorm mates are no joke. Sungjoo still remembers the time he'd crashed in for an impromptu visit with two boxes of pepperoni pizza, extra cheese, only to turn around for a moment and look back to find that the pizzas had been completely devoured.
Yixuan looks thoughtful, tugging at the trailing end of the bowtie he's unready half unknotted, and Sungjoo swallows. Yixuan has always looked good in a suit, it's nothing new, but maybe it's the combination of everything going on today, the bachelor party for Wenhan and Seungyoun's wedding, the question that keeps popping up, every now and then, why aren't we married yet?—Sungjoo tucks the thoughts away in his head, neatly, and instead walks determinedly around the table, rounding on an unsuspecting Yixuan, half eaten cream puff oozing bits of cream of his lips as he swallows, tongue trailing over his lips and—
Sungjoo rests his hands on Yixuan's shoulders and licks the cream off Yixuan's lips instead.
Yixuan blinks, startled, almost stepping back a step but Sungjoo holds him steady.
"But we still have to clean—" Yixuan beings to protect, eyes darting sideways to look at all the food, the pile of dirty dishes, but Sungjoo doesn't let him finish, capturing his bottom lip with his teeth before pressing his mouth to Yixuan's.
There's silence in the room for a long moment, everyone else has gone home and it's just Yixuan and Sungjoo in Sungjoo's apartment, only the faint music from the radio, distant traffic trickling in through the open window and the sound of them breathing as they break apart, noses touching.
Sungjoo's fingers pluck at the buttons on Yixuan's collar as Yixuan's fingers creep beneath his shirt, "Why did we make this a black collar event?" he complains, and Yixuan has the temerity to laugh, his breath warm on Sungjoo's cheek.
"I seem to remember it was your idea," he says, eyes sparkling with amusement as he suceeds in untucking Sungjoo's shirt.
"Well for future reference, it's a terrible idea," Sungjoo complains, as his fingers keep fumbling with Yixuan's collar, "and why are your buttons so hard to unbutton?" Yixuan just laughs, gently nudging Sungjoo's fingers out of the way.
"Let's get this cleaned up and then I promise I'll remove this shirt that offends you so much by myself for your enjoyment," he promises, grinning, and Sungjoo huffs but grabs the stack of take out containers anyway, sneaking a kiss on the side of Yixuan's mouth before he darts away to start packing up the cut fruit.
Yixuan retaliates by tossing a wadded up paper napkin at him and Sungjoo just sticks out his tongue, tempted to upend the remains of the punch over Yixuan's head, but then they'll never finish cleaning up, and as good as Yixuan looks in a suit, Sungjoo knows for a fact that he looks even better out of it.