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Lazy days where he can get away with doing nothing is one of Anton’s favorites. He can do nothing, stare at nothing, listen to nothing all day long and no one would bat an eye.
His setup with Sungchan changed it, however.
Now, he has the older sprawled out on the couch, legs on top of Anton’s thighs as they watch that show Wonbin has been raving about.
Sungchan slowly crawls up from where he was lying and circles his arms around Anton’s neck. Anton wraps his arms around his waist and seats him properly on his lap.
“If I become a vampire, would you let me drink your blood?” Sungchan mumbles against his neck.
“You’d have to supply my iron intake, then.”
“Okay.”
Sungchan hums and starts placing kisses across his neck. Anton hums as he makes figure eights on the fabric of Sungchan’s shorts, eliciting content and encouraging hums from the both of them. He cranes his neck back to let the older explore and create his own masterpiece. Lazy days are great indeed.
“Can I bite you?”
Anton leans back to look at Sungchan with his brows scrunched together, lips pursed in a pout. Sungchan closes back the gap and lands a peck. Anton smiles against his lips and lets himself be attacked with kisses.
He grabs Sungchan’s jaw in place and kisses him properly. Sungchan’s hips grind circles as he flows with the rhythm of their lips. The grip on his waist becomes harsher and weighs him down even more.
Anton angles his head, exposing his bare neck. Sungchan’s lips trail down in open mouthed kisses as he finds a place to bite. Anton has always been sensitive around his neck, easily getting ticklish.
Sungchan holds him in place and sucks, watching in satisfaction as the skin blooms to a shade of red. He litters a few more down his collarbone, somewhere easier to hide because he still has mercy despite wanting to show off that Anton’s his . Maybe not in all ways, but a part of him is. Mine, mine, mine .
Sungchan goes back up and flattens his tongue against the warmth of Anton’s neck. He opens his mouth, making sure his canines are out and clear, and lightly bites down on the soft skin.
Anton lets out a sound he has never gotten from him before and it encourages him to bite down even harder. Anton’s hips buck up to him involuntary, eyes lidded to even realize his movements.
Sungchan pulls away for a second, mouth never leaving his neck, to drink in Anton’s expression. His eyes are heavy with lust, almost closed as his head is thrown back to the side. His hair falls messily across his face, soft strands framing his face albeit royally. There’s a pink flush across his cheeks and his lips are beet red, he looks so fucked out and Sungchan can’t help but feel proud that this is his own doing. His very own artwork.
Mine, mine, mine.
He makes sure the image is ingrained to his brain before he goes back again to biting him.
Anton sits beneath him, putty and pliant, as he gives whatever Sungchan wants to take from him. He’s always a willing subject to Sungchan’s desires. Sungchan decides he’s content and pulls back with a soft smile, proud of the now-red state of the younger’s neck.
He pulls his phone from the table and takes a picture of his masterpiece, showing it off to him with their cheeks stuck together. Anton hides his face into his neck, embarrassed at his state, and Sungchan just lets out a hearty chuckle as he kisses the top of his head.
“Now, nobody else can try to take you away from me.” He presses a kiss on Anton’s temple as the younger glares at him.
“You owe me one.”
“You can take as much as you want from me, baby.”
Lazy days are truly Anton’s favorite.