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It was early morning, sunlight peeking through the curtains as the hum of the electric fan filled the room. Soft and gentle hands brushing the slightly damp hair of Chan, engulfed in the embrace of the quite morning.
Joshua liked days like this. Just him and Chan. Alone in the confines of their room. Him taking care of Chan like he always did and Chan letting him do as he please. It's a routine for them already, Joshua does something for Chan that the latter wordlessly allows, humming in satisfaction at the older's soft touches.
And just like always, Chan soon let out a satisfied hum at a particular stroke Joshua did as he brush his hair, "you like that, baby?"
Chan only hummed as an answer, eyes closed as he reels of the feels of Joshua's gentle touches, the light strokes that sends pleasurable shivers down the entirety of his being. Chan almost fell asleep like that.
Almost.
It was when Joshua tugged at Chan's hair, lightly pulling at it to signal the younger to use his words but what slips past the younger's lips is a soft moan.
Joshua stills and Chan only lets out a small whine and ever so slightly opened his eyes to look up on Joshua who still has his hands gripping on his hair—firm and unmoving.
"Hyung..."
Joshua swallowed, they're no stranger to worldly desires and actions. They are no saints, pure and untouched. But they never explored further than their usual loving sex.
They haven't tried anything... kinky yet in their relationship.
Joshua thought they wouldn't need to. They're both satisfied with their sex life, but what happened seems to turn the switch inside him. His eyes darkened, jaw clenched, and breathing heavier.
Chan—Joshua's beloved Chan moaned when his hair got pulled. It sparked something in Joshua and before he could process anything, his hair gripped Chan's hair stronger and slightly pulled at it again as if testing the waters.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
Maybe it wasn't anything like he was thinking.
Maybe—
Another moan broke past Chan's lips.
Joshua felt his eyes go unfocused, hand never leaving the younger's hair.
Joshua felt he was in haze. Too drunk. Too high on Chan's soft moans.
And before he knew it, he tugged the younger's hair harder, pulling him all the way to his chest, Chan's head tilting up to Joshua and when his vision cleared he felt blood rush south at what he saw. Chan looked fucked out while looking him in the eye, lips parted and slightly glossy with saliva, hair tousled in a gentle mess on his forehead, breath in shallow puffs.