Day 6: “It’s not stealing if I intend to return the thing I st—borrowed.” AU

Because I’m slightly influenced by the alcohol my dad gave me and my friends, which I love, are just as bad, even without drinking

A hand wrapped around an escaping wrist, a wrist attached to a body that’s moving fast through a crowd, trying to escape from the owner of the hand that’s desperately trying to get their bodies closer.

The one on the run is not able to run anymore since the chasing one finally caught what he was chasing after.

Arms closed around the smaller one, caging him, not letting him escape anymore.

“I finally caught you,” a whisper in the ear of the smaller one, making him shiver and letting out a moan that shouldn’t even have existed but the voice of the older made it hard not to.

“Why were you chasing me?”

Another moan escapes between his lips and a just finished hickey shines on his neck.

“When where you planning on returning what you stole?”

“W-what did I steal?” He could form, surprising himself because the actions of the oldest made his brain stop.

“My heart, baby boy, and I don’t need it back. Now I just need yours.”

They had escaped the busy streets and entered the first hotel they saw. Kris booked a room, not even listening to what the woman was saying, just swiping his card and paying all the attention he could give to his sweet boyfriend.  

It wasn’t long before Tao’s back hit the mattress and Kris attacked his neck. Moans, groans and satisfied sighs are heard.

“You can keep my heart, I wasn’t planning on returning yours anyways.”

That night was spend in the best way possible.

(In Kris’ opinion of course.)

(I blame the shortness and mistakes on the alcohol that makes me hella sleepy.)