You nodded slowly before reaching your head up, longing to feel his lips on yours. Kyungsoo complied, crashing your mouths together with a bit more force than was altogether necessary. He kissed you hungrily, a starving man receiving food for the first time in weeks. His hands were already roaming your body and you moaned into his mouth when his hips against you, your own hands flying into his hair and running down his back.

He shivered under your touch, breaking the kiss only to moan your name before attaching his lips to your neck. You were lost in ecstasy, breathlessly wishing to have him, to have him now.

It wasn’t until the sound of the front door opening rose you from the spell and you realized: you were lying half on Kyungsoo’s kitchen floor!

Impossibly fast the two of you were on your feet, you pushing your t-shirt down while Kyungsoo scrambled to put his shirt back on. He managed it just in time; his mother entered the kitchen and smiled as she saw you two.

“Oh, hello, ______.” She greeted you cheerfully, perfectly used to finding you in the house.

“Hey.” You said, praying she wouldn’t notice how breathless you were.

“Kyungsoo, dear, do you know where I put my gym bag?”

“Probably in the laundry room.” He replied, casually running a hand through his hair to hide the fact you were the one who messed it up like that.

“Of course! Thank you, dear.” She popped a kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek and left the room, calling back; “I’ll be going to my spinning class then. Don’t you two fry your brains out completely with games while I’m away.”

“We won’t.” Kyungsoo called after her, visibly relaxing when you heard the front door slam shut. Pulling you closer he muttered; “We’ve got better things to do.”

~END~