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“ge,” chauyuet’s big hand—just slightly bigger than hengyu’s—squeezed the older’s wrist. he couldn’t let hengyu go, even though their beds were only a few steps apart. he’d been deprived of hengyu’s warmth these past few months, especially during winter break when they both left and went back home. even though hengyu had been by his side all this time, chauyuet felt like he couldn’t reach and hold him, no matter how close their bodies were. and now they have to make up for it.
although he did not seem too affected—except for how red his face got—by the alcohol, all the beverage he chunked down to the point he reeked of drunkenness must have been enough to encourage him. so he said it out loud. “i like you.”
chauyuet didn’t think it would sting this much to let it out. what else was he supposed to do if even drinking was not numbing the pain he couldn’t foresee in the thousand scenarios he made up in his head of this moment? he thought; at least he would get it off his chest, even if hengyu didn’t return his feelings and things got awkward between them to end in disappointment. with each moment passing in silence, the air in the room grew more and more uncomfortable, torturing chauyuet in a way he didn’t know was possible.
hengyu recalled the moment he met chauyuet for the first time, which was a little over seven months ago, he knew the younger was shy. he wouldn’t talk much at first. if it were anyone else, hengyu thought, maybe he wouldn’t try and initiate the conversation all the time. then again, it wasn’t anyone else. it was chauyuet. hengyu was simply drawn to him. while he, as the older, was supposed to be mature enough to not brush off his own feelings as simply drawn to him, chauyuet—the shy, reserved boy—even mustered up the courage to confess.
the silence set heavier in chauyuet’s heart. with his judgment clouded by the intoxicants that smoothly slid their way down his throat into his system, he thought the worst case scenario was to take place. his eyes welled up, while he never broke eye contact with hengyu. he must have not yet lost the courage boosted by the drinks he had, even when he thought he was going to get rejected. the same drinks, which got his face all red and his lips pouty. hengyu cupped his cheek, which chauyuet immediately responded by resting his face against the minutely colder palm, with hengyu’s thumb lightly caressing his skin.
ironically enough, it wasn’t the drunken chauyuet who initiated the kiss. hengyu selfishly stole his junior’s first kiss, simply because he thought chauyuet looked too adorable to resist.
chauyuet stopped breathing. almost as if hengyu’s lips instantly sobered him up, he was so scared that if he moved a muscle, the moment would be ruined and he would wake up to nothing but an empty room, all alone. rather than fearing he might hurt hengyu, he was so afraid of not savoring the moment enough before it slips away into his memory.
he didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until hengyu pulled away. somehow, chauyuet’s face reddened even more, so much so that it even spread to hengyu’s face, as well. painted in the sweetest shade of pink, hengyu looked so delicious and now it was chauyuet’s turn to fail holding back.
his grip on hengyu’s wrist loosened only to slide down and intertwine their fingers in a pathetic attempt to keep hengyu trapped when he crashed his lips on the older’s. this time, chauyuet didn’t just sit there seemingly unfazed, nor did hengyu. his hand cupping the younger’s cheek shifted slowly, landing on his recently-cut black hair and lightly pulling it while chauyuet sucked his bottom lip.
hengyu thought it was cute how chauyuet tried to deepen the kiss in his amateur manner. even so, it was chauyuet. as much as hengyu was dying to see how chauyuet would handle it without any guidance, he just had to intervene and make him groan when their tongues met.
hengyu wanted to sideline how he was matching with drunk chauyuet perfectly; both of them shamelessly needy for the other, neither willing to tone it down, let alone retreat. with only a touch of chauyuet’s hand on his bare thigh, the hunger-like feeling in hengyu’s stomach grew and grew, causing him to lose the fight he fought so long to suppress his desires. in contrast with the polite, gentle boy hengyu knew, chauyuet’s hands—one clutching his hand and the other on his thigh—were rough and claiming, desperate to make hengyu his.
tasting the sweet, warm wetness in chauyuet’s mouth, hengyu couldn’t help but let it pour all the way down, sneaking between his lips to his chest and finally pooling in his stomach. it felt unbearably hot to touch chauyuet like this, getting those muffled sounds out of him with just a kiss. he couldn’t stop it from spreading everywhere in his system. hengyu liked chauyuet.