They stayed like that a moment, skin stuck together and panting desperately to regain breath. Slowly they peeled away from one another, flushed pink with afterglow. The world felt stuffy and muted, the sounds of the weather outside quieter now as the wind started to settle. The bed was warm, soft beneath them and inviting. Yongguk felt sticky and a little bit uncomfortable but he didn't mind all that much. Himchan seemed mostly unphased as well, lying beside him with eyes closed.
He reached a hand out and brushed the dark locks from the musician's pink face, letting his fingers over a sculpted cheekbone as he pulled it away. He watched his eyelashes as the man opened his eyes, blinking a few times. The perfectly shaped lips pulled a little at the corners, and Yongguk half wanted to lean in and kiss where the soft cheek squashed at the edge of his mouth.
“I like you in the dark,” he found himself mumbling quietly.
Himchan blinked once and looked over him, face more difficult to make out at this angle in the shadows. “Why?”
“You seem more real.” He could just make out Himchan's brow furrow at this.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
He raised his hands a little, gesturing vaguely. “You seem so... I don't know... Ethereal. In the light. In low light it makes your features subtler... You seem attainable, I guess.” He must still be very drunk, he thought, to be rambling like this.
Himchan let out a groan. “Oh. .”