The morning was an unwanted guest. It broke the soothing twilight that ruled in the room, it made the scent of two lovers spending a night together wither away and allowed the reality to creep on them and break them apart till another evening would come to hide them till next morning. The morning was rootless - with loud voices, alarms going off behind the walls all around the room, knocks on the door and phones ringing. The morning spared no one especially them, that is why SungYeol hated mornings.

He blinked his eyes open, yawning loudly and raised his right hand to ruffle his black bangs and push them away from his face. He tried to raise the left hand to continue stretching, but a familiar and pleasant weight held it down. He turned his head, finding the most significant person in his life still being sound asleep next to him. 

The boy who looked as gorgeous asleep as he did awake was still sleeping, despite the ruckus going on behind the door his slim fingers had locked the previous night. The peaceful expression on his face made SungYeol's chest to tighten and the wish, the need to pull the blanket over them and hide from the responsibilities and images that they were expected to take upon behind the door. He would have loved to stay there - in the calming dimmed light and safety of the bed forever. But he couldn't, not today.

Carefully, not to wake up the sleeping one, SungYeol turned to his side. He moved his arm so that he wouldn't have to pull it away from under the younger one's body and so that his own shoulder wouldn't hurt. He moved as close as he could and looked at the sleeping one, letting his free hand to move up and his fingers to go through his hair. His eyes scanned other's face, stopping at the smudged red around his lips. Right, the lipstick.

It began as a joke, as an experiment, when SungYeol had joked around and applied a thick layer of blinding red on his lips, but the moment he saw the sparkle in MyungSoo's eyes, he knew it was no longer a joke. Even more, when he himself discovered that the simple stick of red paint could be a way how to break rules set to them.

He raised the blanket slowly, a pleased smile spreading on his lips. Countless marks of red lips were covering MyungSoo's frame - arms, chest, abdomen, back and neck, some hidden further down on his thighs, red smeared around his as well. This red was a rule breaker. No marks, no bruises, no hickeys were allowed on their skin in fear someone might notice them, but this was something SungYeol found as a good enough equivalent. He could mark MyungSoo as his as much wanted and the despite the marks disappearing during the morning shower, they were there now and they were there during the night.

The night itself was frantic. Heated kisses, wandering hands, desperate whispers, lustful glances. It all begun with the lipstick which was now empty and dropped somewhere on the floor. It began with a joke, with an experiment and ended in moans and pleads and the last were the two types of sounds SungYeol enjoyed to hear the most from MyungSoo.

The later had sparkles in his eyes the moment he saw SungYeol's covered in red, his own lips falling open in a moan with mere touch of SungYeol's tinted lips to his skin. He gained pleasure from a press of colored lips, from the very scene of SungYeol renewing the color, from the chance to apply the lipstick to SungYeol himself and SungYeol gained as much satisfaction as his lover.

It was an odd kink, and odd way to find pleasure, but neither of them cared. Their lips locked in countless kisses, red spreading from SungYeol's lips to MyungSoo's. No other night had SungYeol explored and re-explored MyungSoo's body as much as he had this passed night and his mind and body already waited for another night in which to hide and let this little shared secret to lead them in new ways of pleasing each other. 

"I wonder how you would look with bright red lipstick."  SungYeol whispered with a smirk, letting his fingers to dance over the still sleeping MyungSoo's cheek, curling under his chin, thumb moving over other's lips. "Can't wait to see that and feel your lips on me." he added and leaned closer, gently kissing the lips only he was allowed to kiss, despite the endless list of those who would want to.

A loud knock on the door shattered the bubble SungYeol was in now, a voice of a sleepy hyung telling them to get up. He let out a sigh and once more scanned his lovers’ body, admiring his own work, before shaking other's shoulder, waking his most precious person up.

Mornings were hated and loved in that room. One on hand the morning took away the curtain of darkness that hid them from others, but at the same time it allowed them to see each other clearly, to marvel at the things they had done at night and, above all, to anticipate another night.