i was at a party talking to this girl and she kind of shoved me up against the wall to kiss me but she did so by pushing my very fresh post top surgery chest which hurt so i make this pained sound and she’s like ‘you like that?’ and i say yes with a few silent tears running down my face so we kiss and she pauses to wipe some of my lil tears away and says ‘i know i’m good but u don’t have to cry’
It’s hard to look Barry in the eyes when there’s so much want reflected in his blown out pupils, but Iris holds his gaze as he draws her towards him. One of Barry’s hand’s cups at the curve of her jaw, rough pad of his thumb smoothing over her cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful” Barry whispers
Iris’s nose brushes against Barry’s and she reaches out automatically to slide a hand over Barry’s waist. They stare at each other for a few seconds, but it’s Iris who makes the first move. She leans in, pressing their lips together, and she’s sure actual sparks tickle her skin when they kiss.
Those sparks turn into fireworks flickering behind closed eyelids as Barry takes control, tilting his head and licking over the seam of Iris’s bottom lip until she lets out a soft noise. With her lips parted, Iris mewls as Barry licks into her mouth. She’s weak in the knees as their tongues slide together, clinging desperately to her soulmate to keep from falling.
But it feels so good that she doesn’t stop, not even when Barry sucks on her tongue and then scrapes his pointed canines over the smooth sweep of Barry bottom lip.
“B-barry,” Iris breathes, breath shaky, but she doesn’t back away. Instead, she leans forward, pressing her chest to Barry and relishing in their contact.
The second kiss steals the air right out of her lungs, pours fire into her veins, and Barry growls possessively.
Her legs feel like jelly and her fingernails scrape along Barry’s rib cage, arching towards her soulmate as her teeth nip against Barry’s lips. Iris’s breathless, panting softly and pulls away about an inch to catch her breath. Barry’s not any better, chest heaving up and down.
“Be mine,” he rasps, smoothing his thumb over the jut of Iris’s cheekbone again.
“I’m already yours.”
“Forever?” Iris shudders from the implication and she leans into Barry touch.
belated birthday ficlet for @nicaforov, who requested “i want to kiss you” for kic-verse viktuuri :) hope u like it i lov u long time!!!
There are several things Victor could have said.
He could have said, “That color suits you.”
Or perhaps something that makes conversation, something like, “Nice, what will you wear with that?”
Or maybe even just, “You look really good, wow, amazing,” and he could have left it at that.
Victor has several options here, but the one he chooses is apparently the big red button in the corner of his mind labelled ‘DO NOT TOUCH—PRESS FOR REGRETS’ because here he is, reaching up to skim the back of his knuckle against the freshly applied lipstick on Yuuri’s mouth and blurting out,
“I want to kiss you.”
Yuuri freezes. Victor’s mind short-circuits.
(From the corner of his eye, he can see a pair of interns entering the HMC closet and then immediately exiting when the words leave his mouth.)
No one moves for so long that the motion detector sensors prompt the lights to turn off, plunging them in darkness and surrounding them in shapeless racks of clothing.
And that’s, well. That does it for Victor. His hand jerks erratically, flying to the scarf around his neck as if to readjust it, as if it weren’t hanging perfectly already. The lights turn on, and Victor gets a quick glimpse of Yuuri staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips—full, dripping red, utterly kissable, completely untouchable—before he screws his eyes shut.
Darkness again, so that maybe Yuuri can leave before he continues to make a fool of himself.
Breathing through his nose, he counts a full three Mississippi’s before saying quietly, “Please excuse my words. They were hardly appropriate, and I understand if you’d prefer to take your leave for the rest of the day, or the week, even, and you’d be fully compensated for—“
He cuts himself off when he feels something soft brush against his lips.
This time, he’s quick to react. He presses forward, pushing their mouths together again. And again. He cups Yuuri’s jaw, traces a thumb back and forth on his jawline. A hand slips into his hair and pulls, not that hard but enough to make him gasp a bit, and then a tongue is slipping into his mouth.
Victor’s not sure if his mind has short-circuited again, or if maybe it never recovered from earlier. All he knows, all he feels, is Yuuri—licking into his mouth, pushing him against the shelf of handbags behind him, slipping a hand underneath his shirt to press hotly on the muscle of his abdomen.
There are small details, too, that he registers faintly. Like the sound of a tube of lipstick dropping to the floor and rolling away, and how Yuuri tastes like coffee but smells like tea, and also how he’s relieved microfiber doesn’t wrinkle.
He says that last part out loud probably, while Yuuri has ducked down to mouth at his neck, because suddenly Yuuri’s pulling away to give him a look of utter disbelief. His lips are wet, lightly bruised from kissing, and covered in a messy smear of Dior Rouge around his mouth.
Victor’s sure he looks the same, but he laughs anyway. “You look incredible.”
Yuuri blushes, but his mouth twitches. Victor wants to paint him in every shade of red imaginable. “You have never looked better,” he says, smiling and serious.
Sanha and MJ screeching on speaker and demanding to know what happened
Eunwoo: “nothing! I’m just rewriting it and wanted to hear your opinions!"
MJ: "ok but who’s Bin"
Sanha: "why are you writing this Bin a song"
MJ: "why does it sound so bright in the beginning my heart is !!!!"
Sanha: "your heart is always !!!! idk what ur saying"
MJ screeching in response
Cue scuffling sounds where Sanha’s trying to get to get away from MJ
Eunwoo laughing because he’s far away and he can turn the volume down but Sanha can’t
Sanha: “ok but then it becomes sadder at the end Eunwoo what’s going on”
MJ: “if this Bin person hurt you I’m literally running over right now to fight him”
Eunwoo assuring them that firstly, no, Bin hasn’t hurt him it’s just that he hasn’t finished the song and secondly, the image of smol MJ standing up to bad boy Bin just makes him want to laugh
MJ screeching more in indignation
Sanha: “ok but does this song have a happy ending?”
Eunwoo, pausing before sighing quietly that he really, really hopes so
Jinjin tossing an apple up and down and Rocky trying to catch it with his feet and Hwiyoung dead asleep on the other end of the sofa
Bin studying the sea glass pieces in the counter they just had delivered today
Jinjin: "so when are you going to tell him?”
Bin, looking up: “tell who what?"
Jinjin, batting away Rocky’s foot: "tell Eunwoo you’re in love with him"
Bin: "FHSKHDJS I’m nOt"
Rocko: “you’ve been in love with him for forever, Bin, don’t lie”
Jinjin: “don’t let him go the same way you’ve been letting him go the past few years”
Rocky, before accidentally wiggling his foot a bit too hard and falling off the sofa: "better tell him before he heads back"
Bin watching Hwiyoung startle awake at Rocky’s yelp
Bin saying quietly: "what makes you think he’d accept me?”
Jinjin, looking at Bin in slightly disbelief: “have you seen the way he looks at you?????”
Rocky, scrambling up and brushing himself off: "he looks at you like he can’t quite believe you exist"
Jinjin: "i know you’re scared he won’t like you back but"
Rocko: "trust us, he really does"
Jinjin: "unless you’re scared he might already have someone else in the city?"
Rocko: "or that he’d meet someone else back there that he’d prefer?"
Jinjin: “he’s as sickeningly in love with you as you are with him, you idiot”
Rocko: “and if you’ve been in love with him for forever, chances are that it’s like that the other way round too”
Hwiyoung, yawning and rubbing his eyes: "what are you both, a tag team???"
Bin watching Rocky shove Hwiyoung and squeeze himself between Hwiyoung and Jinjin on the sofa
Bin, in a small voice: "what makes you think he won’t forget me again when he gets back?"
Hwiyoung, simply: "then give him something to remember”
Jinjin yelling at Rocky for splashing him and Bin cackling and Eunwoo doing that one laugh
you know that one laugh where his mouth stretches really wide
Eunwoo isn’t sure when he agreed to jump into the ocean but Rocky and Jinjin strolled onto the boardwalk topless and shucked off their slippers and jumped into the shallow waters
And proceeded to holler at Eunwoo to join them
Bin running after them onto the boardwalk and yelling at them to stop bothering Eunwoo
Eunwoo laughing and shucking off his tank top before jumping in too because heck it, it’s been so long since he played in the water and it’s such a hot day he might as well
Bin standing there with the three of them hollering at Bin to jump in before deciding also to heck it because if Eunwoo’s in there there’s no point staying on the boardwalk anyway
Bin peeling off his shirt
Me still being attacked by Astroad apparently Bin instigated the whole thing
Eunwoo regretting all the choices he’s ever made that led up to this instant because holy shit he really wasn’t ready
Eunwoo trying to will down his blush while treading water
Rocky and Jinjin seeing Eunwoo blushing and just cackling
Bin swimming over to them and immediately Rocky and Jinjin swim farther out and leave Binu alone
Bin: “do you remember the time you thought you were part merman?”
Eunwoo, huffing a laugh: “yeah, and I said I’d be part dolphin”
Smol baby Bin laughing and splashing Eunwoo and telling him he’d be part crab instead
Baby Eunwoo pouting and splashing Bin back
And Bin, laughing: “yeah I still think you’re part-crab”
And Bin just smiles and starts swimming out to Rockjin and yelling, “race you, crab-boy!!” over his shoulder
Eunwoo laughing and swimming after him before grabbing Bin from behind to keep him from moving forward
Bin turns around to shrug him off and suddenly, they’re close, so close
And Bin can see water droplets on Eunwoo’s eyelashes and Eunwoo’s blinking up at him and smiling and saying something
Bin’s breath catching
He doesn’t remember when it was his brain decided to give up being bitter at Eunwoo and revert all Eunwoo-related matters to Bin’s heart
But his heart is thumping and there’s nothing more he wants than just to lean over and press a kiss on Eunwoo’s cheek
And so he does
And it’s like everything’s snapped into place - the sounds of the waves beating against the both of them, sunlight flashing off the waves in small diamonds, Eunwoo’s eyelashes as he blinks when Bin pulls away slightly, Eunwoo’s blush riding high on smiling cheeks
Bin parking his motorbike outside Eunwoo’s house
Bin doesn’t know what to do
Because Bin’s never come looking for him before - it’s always Eunwoo sliding into the shop or them meeting on the boardwalk
Bin scratching his head before Eunwoo’s brother pops his head out the window
Eunwoo’s brother: “woAh hiya Bin nice ride”
Eunwoo’s brother: “looking for Eunwoo?"
Eunwoo’s brother, gently knocking himself on the head: "yeah because who else would you look for lmao come in"
And the moment Bin steps into the house he hears a gentle melody on the piano, something bright and tinkly and light-hearted
And as he slides off his shoes and follows Eunwoo’s brother into the living room the melody stills, then fades into something melancholic, single separate notes aching and lonely and familiar
And Bin stills too, because Eunwoo’s sitting at a small, brown piano, his fingers heavy on ivory keys and crumpled staff sheets littering the top of the piano
And the tune swells and bursts and Eunwoo’s brother and the whole room fades into the background
And all Bin can see is Eunwoo
Eunwoo, laughing in the moonlight and hand on Bin’s knee
Eunwoo, leaning back on his hands and face tilted towards the sun
Eunwoo, chasing a stray drop of ice cream with his tongue
Eunwoo, arms wound around Bin’s waist and awed laugh echoing in his ear
Eunwoo, who slipped into the shop less than three weeks ago and made Bin remember everything from when they were young and dumb and best friends and Eunwoo, who looked exactly like Bin imagined Eunwoo would grow up to look like
Eunwoo, who’s still the same boy who would sit by Bin and listen to Bin talk about the things he loved and who would get worried when Bin did something dangerous and whose fingers still fit right into the spaces between Bin's
Dammit now I need another soulmate!AU watch me kill my heart over it
Eunwoo with fingers dancing along keys, framed with a lilting melody now soft and sweet and gentle and echoing in Bin’s heart
And as Eunwoo’s song comes to an abrupt end and Eunwoo picks up his pencil to scribble notes on his paper, Bin coughs gently
Eunwoo’s head shooting up
Bin coughing a little more because in the process of coughing gently he accidentally swallowed the wrong way and is actually choking
Eunwoo: ????? "Um"
Bin, recovering his breath: "that sounded really good, what was it?”
Eunwoo, shuffling his papers before Bin can see the title: “nah I was just bumming around”
Bin, not really believing Eunwoo because there’s no way that melody was just a result of ‘bumming around’ unless Eunwoo’s secretly a musical genius
Although now when he thinks about it he wouldn’t be surprised if Eunwoo was indeed one
Bin, fishing a small bag of beads out of his back pocket: “came to deliver beads”
And suddenly Eunwoo’s brother comes out of the background because yay!!!! new beads!!! and Eunwoo is laughing
Eunwoo’s brother prodding around the four beads and picking out his own
Eunwoo’s brother, pouting: “wait how come Eunwoo’s has an extra carving on the back”
Bin flushing because wow called oUT
Eunwoo’s brother running off with the beads to their mum
Eunwoo peering at his new deep purple bead: “this isn’t the one my mum chose that day though?”
Bin, shaking his head: “I chose it”
And Eunwoo can’t help himself, he can’t help the silly dumb grin spreading across his face because for the first time he’ll be wearing something picked for him by Bin again
Bin tenderly watching Eunwoo smile, heart doing the flippity-flop-about-to-stop thing
Eunwoo, seeing the small “8” etched on the front of his sea glass and flipping the bead around
Bin shaking his thin black cord out from under his shirt
And Eunwoo sees a moon etched on the back of his stone and a tide on the back of Bin’s
Bin, softly: “you can leave the seaside and go back to the city, but remember, I’ll always be pulled to you.”